Chapter 298
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the Israeli combat group soon discovered that they had been locked on by missiles one after another.
Looking at the dense rain of missiles turning into streams of light,
many pilots shouted in horror:
"My God, how many fighter jets does the opponent have!"
Immediately, balls of orange fireworks appeared in mid-air.
Over Palestine, they emitted brilliant light.
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