Chapter 763: The Dragon Knight’s Loli!

The Mediterranean climate is relatively dry, and the rugged mountains are scattered with exposed rocks and yellow earth. Many plants adorn the slopes, and some resilient herbaceous plants strive to bloom, seeking sunlight and moisture to ensure their survival and reproduction.

“Confirm the location of the fourth squad, fifteen kilometers west of Tahuri Village, moving towards the village! Two kilometers to the right, nineteen armed personnel have been found in a forest of sycamores and olive trees. They are armed with AK-47s, RPG rocket bombs, and mortars, wearing black masks, and have transport vehicles. Suspected to be roaming bandits, fourth squad, please be alert!”

Lin Mo looked through his binoculars at a jeep and a truck driving along the dry dirt road, kicking up clouds of yellow dust. Behind him, a fighter jet, almost entirely black like the "Dragon General," silently hovered at the mountain top.

What he saw through the high-powered binoculars was merely a small stumbling block.

After completing his delay mission, Lin Mo piloted the X-8 “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet across the Greater Caucasus Mountains, refueled over the Caspian Sea, returned to base, and reloaded ammunition.

Compared to his first flight with a full load, the second flight saw the fighter jet at half capacity, saving a considerable amount of fuel.

“Fourth squad received! Begin sharing the data link, snipers and grenade launchers prepare.”

Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu was in the convoy and heard Lin Mo’s reconnaissance report, immediately setting up the battle plan.

Having a pilot act as his scout was a luxury; Lin Mo’s reconnaissance ability made the entire fourth squad look at him with new eyes.

“Okay, ‘Dragon Knight’ continue monitoring! Fourth squad, stay safe!”

The “Night” Command Center maintained three-way communication with high-orbit synchronous satellites; one satellite could cover one-third of the Earth’s surface, while three could form a seamless communication network.

After withdrawing last night, the fourth squad split into five different teams for dispersed action. Lin Mo was currently tracking Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu’s movements; from his high vantage point on the mountain, he could easily see the convoy moving through the rough terrain.

As for the Turks, those unfortunate men had deployed more than thirty fighter jets to scramble in the sky again.

What was the result?

After completing the delay mission for half an hour, the X-8 “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet had already refueled over the Caspian Sea and left without the Turks finding anything. They nearly collided in the dark sky with each other.

When they finally realized what was happening, they found the battlefield littered with corpses and traces of terrifying warfare, while the fourth squad and the Kurdish forces had long since vanished.

At this moment, daylight had already arrived.

Lin Mo landed so openly in the Turkish mountains, knowing it was dark under the Turkish men’s noses.

The Turks probably guessed that it might be a high-performance jet fighter toying with them, so they wouldn’t foolishly fly around trying to find it. They could only send out armed helicopters, crawling over the map, which Lin Mo considered extremely inefficient.

Lin Mo’s suggestion of close escort for the fourth squad was predictably effective; as soon as the Turkish armed helicopters entered the “monstrous” radar scanning range, the fourth squad would receive the news immediately, even the other four teams were still under the coverage of the on-board radar.

Just like now, Lin Mo conveniently discovered a group of oblivious thieves for Squad Leader Zhang Zhenyu; this was an extra little effort, as those guys’ light weapons could not breach the "Dragon Guard" defenses.

As for the lives of the Kurdish people, Lin Mo never cared about those cannon fodder.

In the distance, sounds crackled like frying beans, and flames and smoke rose as the fourth squad engaged with the armed personnel. The snipers and grenade launchers were enough to make those foolish guys regret their choices.

The gunfire quickly ceased.

Lin Mo glanced at his watch.

Thirty-five seconds, nineteen enemies wiped out, two seconds each; the efficiency was quite good.

Through the radio, he could still hear Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu giving instructions to clean up the scene and erase any evidence. The Kurdish forces showed no complaints, even working with more vigor than the fourth squad soldiers.

“Let’s meet at the camp tonight; I found a guide. The coordinates are…”

In Tahuri Village, there was a secret contact point for Kurdish armed personnel. After following the leader of the Kurdish forces into the village, Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu relayed a coordinate to Lin Mo through the “Dragon Guard” communication module.

“Dragon General” quickly called up the map for confirmation; it was a stronghold of the Kurdish armed organization located at a mountain more than two meters high.

Zooming in with the satellite view, there was a relatively wide platform halfway up the mountain suitable for helicopter takeoff and landing, which was ideal for aircraft capable of vertical takeoff and landing. Lin Mo’s variable wings fighter jet happened to be one of those.

Following Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu, the Kurdish forces had already notified their base through the telegraph, allowing Lin Mo to fly over without facing any attacks.

“Received!” Lin Mo put down his binoculars, leaped onto the fighter jet, and started the engines.

With the auxiliary pulse detonation engine and vector nozzle lifting the X-8 “monstrous” into the air, it gracefully took off and flew towards the mountain that the Kurdish armed organization used as their stronghold.

In the vast mountains, without a specialized guide, it would be difficult to locate the Kurdish armed organization’s hideout. Additionally, many positions were easy to defend but challenging to attack, making it hard for the Turkish government to eliminate armed organizations like the PKK (Kurdistan Workers’ Party).

This place was similar to the northern mountainous regions of Afghanistan, where countless armed organizations used the vast mountains as hiding spots, giving the government army a headache, an impossible mission to eradicate them.

The coordinates given by Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu were indeed for the Kurdish armed personnel’s base. What was referred to as a platform was merely a gently sloped hillside at an elevation of 1,200 meters. The slope wasn’t very steep and had been somewhat modified, indicating that helicopters had possibly landed here before, leaving some ground markers for landing assistance. It was just large enough for Lin Mo’s variable wings fighter jet to land.

Even though they had communicated in advance, the Kurdish armed personnel in the base were taken aback when they saw the jet approach and became fully armed, preparing themselves, fearful that Lin Mo might suddenly turn against them and attack the base.

No one came out to greet him; Lin Mo only saw a group of heavily armed personnel hiding behind protective barriers, clearly frightened.

It was understandable for these armed personnel to be so cautious; the combat effectiveness of both sides was not comparable. A simple volley of rocket bombs would turn this base to rubble.

It wasn’t until the engines of the X-8 “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet were turned off, and Lin Mo jumped out of the cockpit, that the Kurdish armed personnel finally let out a sigh of relief. At least they knew the pilot posed no threat on the ground. If they continued to appear as if they were facing a formidable enemy, it would be quite embarrassing and might lead the opponent to look down on them.

One person, seemingly the leader, gestured to the others and shouted a few commands. Only then did everyone emerge from behind the sandbag barriers, lowering their weapons and finally easing their alert stance.

What kind of clothing was that pilot wearing? How strange; they couldn’t even see his face.

Although the pilot carried a combat handgun at his waist for self-defense, it was rarely heard that a pilot would use it for active attacks. In general, they could differentiate themselves from typical captives and receive better treatment. If they fired first, it would be tantamount to seeking death; anyone who wasn’t a fool would understand the value of Bai Fei the pilot.

Until the enormous black aircraft, devoid of any reflection, settled down, Omar remained terrified, swallowing nervously, his grip unconsciously tightening on his AK-47, his knuckles turning slightly white, seemingly seeking some comfort from it.

Even just looking at the colossal machine again, the invisible pressure still weighed heavily.

As the squad leader of this base, Omar’s mental resilience was better than those useless guys. Looking at Kaha and Chirik, those incapable individuals seemed like country bumpkins trying to touch the fighter jet; how ridiculous! Did they think they could even get near it?

“Hey, you all better step back and stay away from that plane! If I see any dirty fingerprints on it, I’ll personally chop off whoever’s grubby hands!”

Unable to bear watching his subordinates act disgracefully, Chirik shouted, frightening those who wanted a closer look, causing them to abandon their ideas.

Not only them; even civilians from China, the US, or Russia would feel an impulse to get closer and try to touch a fighter jet when they saw one.

Although there was a language barrier, it didn’t hinder the communication between Bal and Lin Mo. Using gestures, Bal led Lin Mo to an indented rock wall where several tents were set up with a small stove, water pipe, and wool carpets. It seemed like a place specifically designed to receive distinguished guests.

To prevent any curious individuals from causing trouble, Bal left four reliable confidants by the fighter jet for strict protection. That jet was worth more than their entire base; if anything were damaged, the PKK armed organization would be unable to afford it.

Lin Mo received a warm welcome, comfortably waiting for Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu and their advance team to slowly traverse the mountains. It was not until two in the morning that Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu arrived with this elite team. The other four teams of fourth squad soldiers would gradually arrive over the next day or two.

After just assigning the garrison duties, Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu sifted through his subordinates and pushed a young girl in front of Lin Mo, saying, “Look! ‘Dragon Knight,’ this is your prize! I didn’t expect you to have such a special preference!”

“What?” Lin Mo was utterly bewildered, but when his gaze landed on the girl dressed in Kurdish ethnic clothing with short, tousled blonde hair, he immediately felt as if he were being choked and blushed fiercely.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing, bringing me a swap?” The Dragon Knight exclaimed, grasping Zhang by the collar in anger.

How could it be just a girl? How could it be just a girl?

Transforming an old hen into a duck overnight just defied all logic!