In Syria and Eastern Damascus, the battle between government forces and anti-government forces for cities has turned white.


    In the city, anti-government tanks, armored vehicles and H1 Hummers shuttle through the broken streets, surrounded by armored units, followed by a large number of soldiers.


    Although the anti-government forces have many advanced armored units, their soldiers are completely unqualified. They can''t even do a good job in basic Bu Tan coordination. They are like a mob.


    Obviously, the tanks and other armored units in the hands of the anti-government forces are all provided by the United States.


    For the government forces, although there are rockets provided by Russia and self-made pickup rocket vehicles, the war situation is almost one-sided in the face of a large number of enemy armored units.


    The general command of government forces.


    The sound of shells exploding became louder and louder. Obviously, the enemy was getting closer and closer to the government army headquarters.


    "General romandi," at this time, a bloody messenger roughly pushed open the door of the command room and shouted, "just... Just now the enemy launched another air attack, the front line has been unable to withstand, and the third Armored Division has been completely defeated!"


    "What are you talking about?" Romandi bypassed his desk and walked to the messenger, shocked.


    The third armored division is the only remaining armored force of the Syrian government army. The previous first and second armored divisions were all beaten and maimed by the rebels, or with the assistance of the British and American Coalition forces.


    Now, even the third Armored Division has completely collapsed and lost armored units. What capital do they have to fight against the anti-government forces.


    "Damn Yankee!" Romandi gave a low roar and threw out his pen with a sad and angry face.


    "General," a senior officer nearby approached and whispered, "we have lost this war. Order to retreat!"


    "Retreat?" Romandi murmured, "is there a way back?"


    With that, his face was full of decadence.


    ......


    Jack is a gold medal pilot in the United States. The fighter he drives is the most famous fighter in the world, the F-22 Raptor, which is known as the world''s first air fighter.


    Where it is, it almost means that the United States has mastered the air control.


    Jack''s mission this time is to protect his bombers. To be honest, this mission is not challenging at all.


    Because whether Syrian government forces or anti-government forces, there are no high-end weapons and equipment such as fighters.


    The F-22 appeared on the battlefield only to guard against Russian air defense missiles.


    However, in Jack''s view, the Russian air defense missiles are nothing more than this. After performing several cover bombing missions, he has long dealt with Russian air defense missiles, and even destroyed an air defense missile launcher.


    This made him despise the Russian army from the bottom of his heart.


    "B021, have you found a Hedgehog?" In the radio, the voice of his companions came out.


    "No discovery, repeat, no discovery. It''s estimated that the hedgehog hid in his mother''s arms to drink milk."


    Jack made a joke.


    "Ha ha ha..."


    There was a burst of laughter on the wireless channel, and jack also laughed. The whole radio revealed a happy atmosphere.


    "Cough, silence! Silence!" After teasing for a while, a serious voice came out of the radio, "B021, report anything at any time!"


    "Yes, sir!"


    The radio quieted down again.


    "Wow!!!"


    The F-22 fighter crossed the sky like an illusion. After a long time, there was a violent sonic boom. Obviously, its cruising speed has exceeded the speed of sound.


    Jack was driving a fighter plane. Suddenly, the remaining light in the corner of his eyes glimpsed a fire. Then, the fire became more and more, and soon lit up the whole sky.


    "Shit!" Jack was stunned. "What''s that? A meteorite?"


    "What''s the matter, B021?"


    When Jack heard the radio, he immediately reacted and said loudly, "at 12 o''clock, a large meteorite landed! Repeat, at 12 o''clock, a large meteorite landed!"


    Jack yelled at the radio! He''s reminding bombers on bombing missions to avoid!


    After all, B2 bombers are much heavier than F-22 fighters.


    Sure enough, after hearing Jack''s crazy prompt, the B2 bomber slightly raised its altitude and began to turn its course.


    Jack used his superb driving skills, stretched directly, almost made a 90 degree vertical angle in the air with the F-22 fighter, and quickly turned around and returned.


    About 10000 meters above the ground, a group of T-1 power armor landed freely in the air.


    Because of the friction of the air, the surface of the mecha lights up violently.


    "Sir, there are six F-22 fighters and two B2 bombers below!"


    A clone warrior''s voice suddenly came out of the radio channel of the mecha force.


    "Leave them alone!" The clone officer looked at the fighter plane under his eyes and said faintly.


    "Yes, sir!"


    With that, the radio fell into silence again.


    In the US Air Force on bombing missions.


    After Jack was far away from the airspace of the area, he looked at the fire from a distance and thought, "what are those?"


    "Report, sir!" Jack said to the radio, "B021 ask for close observation!"


    After a long time, a calm voice came out of the radio, "pay attention to safety, B021."


    "Yes, sir!"


    Jack responded with a stretch, quickly turned the F-22 around and flew in the direction of the meteorite landing.


    ......


    The mecha troops dropped lower and lower. Gradually, the outline of Damascus could be seen clearly.


    In the radio channel.


    "Report, sir! An F-22 is approaching us!"


    Hearing the speech, the clone officer looked at the Raptor driven by Jack and frowned.


    After a while, the clone officer responded, "ignore him! Move towards the established goal!"


    "Yes, sir!"


    The clone warrior responded, and all the T-1 power armor in the team sprayed blue light, and the mecha troops began to slow down quickly.


    Gradually, the landing speed of the mecha troops decreased and slowed down, and finally almost hovered in midair.


    "Target, Damascus anti-government armored force, let''s go!"


    "Yes, sir!"


    The radio of the mecha troops burst into a roar!


    "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"


    Black mecha exploded supersonic and rushed at the rebels!


    Jack, who was not far away from them, was completely stunned at this time. He looked at the dark T-1 power armor in the air. He could hardly even say anything, "report... Report, report to the headquarters!"


    Jack shivered to the radio.


    "What''s the matter? B021."


    "Not a meteorite! Repeat, not a meteorite!" Jack heard the question on the radio and quickly returned to God.


    "What''s that?"


    "Yes... It''s an alien!"


    "What?!"


    There was a strange sound on the radio.