"Expand all launch vehicles!"

General Yin Lak made a gesture and issued this order to the surrounding soldiers.

He calculated in his mind that among fifty missile launch vehicles, almost each vehicle would have to launch six missiles to cover the entire target area.

The staff discussed with him for a while and decided to subdivide the targets one by one. Each missile launch vehicle can launch two missiles at a time.

A total of three rounds and three coordinates are launched.

Every coordinate is kept in the minds of the launch personnel.

They used ten minutes to conduct a simulation operation in order to launch all the missiles as quickly as possible and then quickly evacuate the position.

General Yin Lak and the staff checked the time on their watches and ordered the soldiers: "Everyone, get ready immediately and be ready to launch at any time!"

With an order, all launch personnel returned to the cockpit.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow rose into the sky from behind the truck.

The staff controlled a Peregrine 2 UAV and kept climbing until it was close to an altitude of 10,000 meters. Then they adjusted the direction and flew toward the southeast at full speed...

At the same time, at the Jehra Barracks.

A group of military off-road vehicles were driving slowly in all directions, as if on patrol.

One of the vehicles broke away from the team and sped towards the Patriot missile site more than ten kilometers away.

The several Arab soldiers in the car were upright in posture and serious in expression, even a little tragic.

In fact, whether it was a patrol vehicle in the Al-Jehla barracks or an off-road vehicle speeding towards the missile site, there was an Arab officer on it, holding a stopwatch.

They glanced overhead and glanced around.

The alarm device in the barracks did not sound, indicating that everything went well with the plan.

The Arab military officers couldn't help but lament that the Mauritian drone was so powerful. It was said that it was painted with a new type of invisible material, which could perfectly avoid the detection of radar signals.

meet as planned.

In five minutes, three missiles will be dropped from Jahra, and they must strictly adhere to the time.

Too early and their actions will be exposed.

Act too late and their actions will be meaningless.

All of this must be very precise.

An officer looked at the small laptop in his hand, with a wireless Internet device plugged into it, allowing them to connect to the Internet through satellite.

Yin Lak has now improved the communication system, and communicates with insiders like them through secret messages. They already know that the drone has reached the sky above the missile site.

These people are radicals who have decided to sacrifice their lives to hinder the US military's combat operations.

Thousands of meters in the air.

The Peregrine 2 drone, which had been hovering for a long time, finally opened its magazine.

Three small missiles all rolled out.

However, the moment the missile appeared in the troposphere, it was detected by the U.S. Army Radar Center in Jehra.

All Patriot missile sites were activated in an emergency to quickly capture the location of the missiles.

"My God, is Saddam Hussein mentally ill? He actually launched a missile attack again! Our patriots are not vegetarians!" a US military radar operator said cursingly.

Since the last time the town of Omeran was attacked by Saddam, they have strengthened the detection frequency of ground battlefield radar so that they can detect missile targets immediately and respond.

The US military's computer quickly calculated the trajectory of the missile.

"Where is their target?" the commander of the US missile site asked calmly.

In seven or eight seconds, the computer completes the calculation.

A US military operator suddenly jumped up from his seat in horror: "Their target is us! Damn it! How do the Yinlac people know our coordinates?!"

The expressions of the personnel in the missile site suddenly changed, and they all fell into panic.

The commander's mind was thinking rapidly, and he had to make the most correct judgment.

Within ten seconds, he had to make a decision whether to retreat immediately or stay to fight the missiles.

Because, retreat is not as simple as just one sentence, it will take at least a few minutes.

But after the missile touched the ground, it only had about 180 seconds left!

Beads of sweat broke out on the commander's forehead. His decision would affect the life and death of thousands of soldiers and the safety of nearly two billion US dollars in assets. How could he not be nervous?

Who knows whether these three missiles will be equipped with guidance systems and suddenly adjust their flight attitude to aim at the Jehra barracks?

If the attack on their Patriot missile site was just an illusion and a false shot, then his behavior was to escape from the battlefield!

But now, with only two minutes left, even if he wanted to start in another place, it was already too late.

At this time, he can only make a choice between retreat and defense!

"Damn Saddam! What should we do? Commander, are we going to retreat?"

The personnel inside the missile site were already panicking, and some of the interceptor launch vehicles outside were already preparing to retreat.

"Stand where you are! No retreat!"

The commander who finally made up his mind suddenly roared at the top of his lungs.

The purpose of their position is to intercept missiles. If they retreat under Saddam's missile attack, regardless of whether the opponent's attack target is them or not, the commander will eventually be brought to court!

Now, they can only pray to God to allow the Patriots to exert 300% effectiveness and intercept all three missiles.

At the same time, an off-road vehicle that was speeding toward the missile site suddenly braked and stopped only a few kilometers away from the missile site.

In the Jahra barracks, the wandering vehicles also found a secluded corner and stopped.

The Arab officers in each vehicle issued orders to their subordinates in a hurried tone: "Quick! Activate the radar jamming system and communication jamming system immediately!"

These Arab soldiers were already well prepared. They immediately lifted a diesel generator from the car and started it with an iron key.

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As soon as they pressed the switch, countless chaotic radio waves quickly spread in all directions.

All the soldiers turned on their gun safety and were ready to attack the US military. In order to prevent the US military from coming to turn off the jamming system, they were determined to fight to the end.

Inside the barracks, several Arab officers who were surfing the Internet calmly put a CD into the CD-ROM drive and then clicked on a program.

10%....

25%....

45%....

....

In less than ten seconds, these virus programs were quickly transmitted through the network to the entire Jahra Barracks LAN system.

This is a computer virus that aims to destroy hardware!

However, this is an improved version. It is based on the anti-virus software released by the United States and is optimized to become a more powerful super virus!

In less than a minute, tens of thousands of computers centered on Jahra Barracks were all paralyzed.

Even computers that luckily escaped the virus attack would not dare to be turned on for a short period of time.

The US military command organization, which relies heavily on computers, lost its ability to resist at this moment. The technical maintenance personnel of the computer center worked hard to repair the remaining computer systems.

At that moment, the base, which was jammed by radar, was in chaos.

Countless radar systems have their frequencies turned up to the maximum in order to function.

At the Patriot missile interception position, the commander's face turned pale with fright.

On the radar screen in front of him, there was only one snowflake. The trajectories of the three missiles were covered by countless snowflakes and could not be traced.

Under such circumstances, what kind of interception can the Patriot missile have?

This is a joke!

Now it is just a pile of scrap metal! A pile of useless scrap metal!

"It's fallen! Run!"

The personnel at the missile site who were extremely frightened looked at the falling missiles, shouted wildly, spread their legs and ran outside, trying to leave the missile site and escape to a safe place.

However, how could it be possible to escape in such a short period of time?
Chapter completed!