Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 192
Hassan's first g-turn had drained his energy, and now he had no choice but to risk a final 300-meter dive.He lowered the nose, sprinted toward the ground, and pulled up barely sideways in a sheet of chaff.When it was pulled up, the speed was only 300 kilometers per hour, and this time it still worked. The medium-range bomb that was chasing after it was disturbed by ground clutter, failed to raise its head immediately, and hit the ground.

The pilot in the back seat was sweating, he had no time to applaud, and immediately turned to the left to observe, because he expected the NATO plane to be on this side.Sure enough, a plane flashed in the clouds and followed closely with murderous intent.The major suddenly understood that this NATO plane was here to hunt and kill him, and even if it escaped the border now, it would not stop.

"Seven o'clock. NATO F7."

Hassan was at his wit's end, he had completely exhausted all his height and speed, not to mention the maneuverability of the Block40, which was originally higher than the two-seat Block52.

"Get ready to skydive."

"What?" The pilot in the back seat couldn't believe that this was something the godlike squadron leader could say.

The F16D was firmly pressed by the NATO F2 16 kilometers away. Hassan knew that the weak F16D could not get rid of the radar, nor could it escape the attack of the Sidewinder missile that would inevitably be killed in the next round of shooting. -c120 much tougher missile.All he can do now is to increase his speed as much as possible before the enemy finally takes aim, hoping that the opponent can dawdle for a while.

The NATO fighter jets did not give him this chance, and there sat a killer who would not show mercy in battle. He was a veteran who grew up in the most intensive air station training in the world. He was not as easy to make mistakes as Indian pilots. In the few minutes of the battle, the Vulture Squadron pilot made no mistakes at all from cutting to attacking.

"Missile, 7 o'clock!"

The pilot in the back seat shouted again, those are two latest AIM-16X missiles that can see through tracer bullets.One of them intercepted the fighter with a much faster GG maneuver before the F16D had completed its turn.Hit the right wing.Another missile drilled a tracer and exploded on the other side of the fighter.The precious F10D was shot down [-]km west of the border, no one saw the pilot parachute or not.

The Su-30MKI, which has been monitoring in the east, used radar to see the complete air process, and saw the F[-]D falling all the way and disappearing in the ground clutter.He immediately reported this amazing scene to the headquarters.The Indian pilots couldn't imagine that the Americans really attacked the Pakistani pilots who crossed the border. This is tantamount to good news. This makes the Air Force Staff have been worried that the possibility of the Pakistan Air Force using the western border to buffer the corridor is greatly reduced.

Around the same time, the Arabian Sea has just ushered in a new round of Asahi.

The huge bulk carrier Tamil Nadu is slowly driving on the high seas.The giant ship just sailed out of the Suez Canal a few days ago and entered this area via the Red Sea. It is not too far from its final destination, the port of Mumbai.

Captain Kaunda sat in the operating room and glanced vigilantly to the northeast, then picked up the walkie-talkie. He urged the telegraph office to contact the country immediately. The escort warship that was scheduled to appear in the Gulf of Aden did not show up for a long time.

The ship's foredeck was filled with heavy cargo, covered with thick canvas and tied with layers of rope.However, from the shape of the canvas, it is not difficult for experienced people to see that there are several rows of tanks neatly stacked. The raised artillery of these T300 tanks is facing forward, propping up the canvas.In fact, not only tanks and artillery, but also a complete set of S2 air defense missile systems and two MiG-29UBK fighters that were dismantled and disassembled.In the lower warehouse, there are some tanks and radar spare parts that are urgently needed by the front line. This is part of India's war order and has just been shipped from St. Petersburg not long ago.

Due to the embargo of European and American countries, the supply of parts in India has problems, and Russia has become almost the only source of goods.This long sea route has also become important, and some heavy equipment that cannot be transported by plane can only take this route.

If the warship escort fails, the next route of the Tamil Nadu can only be modified, and it will almost make a big circle at the door of the house.He could not sail directly to Mumbai and had to go far away in the direction of the Maldives, just to avoid the possible arrival of Pakistani submarines.It is said that China also has eyeliners in Seychelles, which can provide some information support for Pakistan, so it is worthwhile to take some detours.

"Captain, the telegraph room said that he has already contacted him. Now the battle is tense. The navy is besieging the port of Karachi and cannot send warships to escort us. They let us return home via the Clark Sea."

"Anything else?" asked the captain.

"They said that the Pakistani navy is completely stuck in the port and cannot go to sea, and their aircraft has a combat radius of about 800 kilometers. So let us rest assured. Of course, they told us to beware of submarines."

"Watch out for submarines?" Captain Kaunda suddenly felt amused, letting this 2-ton bulk carrier with a speed of 1 knots be on guard against submarines, which was the funniest thing he had heard recently.

"Okay, got it." The captain waved his hand. "Second officer, go check the flag on the bow, make sure you can see it clearly through the periscope." He continued.But this won't have much effect. If they are determined to attack, it doesn't matter whether they have the Panamanian flag of convenience.

"Can we start having breakfast?" the cook asked on the intercom, grabbing the channel.

"Damn it, wait a little longer." The captain decisively cut off the call.Then go to the chart and check it out.He roughly drew it on the map with a compass. This route is far enough away from the coast of Pakistan. Even now, the cargo ship is at the closest point away from the coast of Pakistan, and there are still [-] nautical miles. unlikely.

"Captain, you should look to the north, there is something on the sea level." The second officer said on the intercom.

The captain walked to the edge of the operating room, raised the binoculars and looked.

There was an airplane flying low in the distance, and he was sure it wasn't a seabird because its wings glistened in the sun.

"This is probably our Harrier," said the captain slowly.Since the enemy's aircraft had a radius of only [-] nautical miles, and the Indian coast was [-] nautical miles away, this was almost the only logical guess.

"They dispatched the Villant to escort us?" asked the second officer, who was standing at the bow of the ship, checking the flag ahead as the captain ordered.

"Send an aircraft carrier to escort us? No, no, I don't think it's possible." The captain replied coldly, and he seemed to deny his previous opinion.

In the blink of an eye, the plane was approaching, and it passed over the front deck of the Tamil Nadu at a low altitude of tens of meters. The strong airflow generated when it whizzed past almost lifted the thick canvas covering the tank.

"Isn't this our plane?"

cried the captain, looking at the swaggering plane.He saw the badge on the silver-white plane, which was not an Indian badge but a red five-star logo, which meant that it was a Chinese plane.He stood behind the wheel blankly and recalled the scene just now. It seemed that when the plane flew past his eyes, it deliberately made a roll, showing two huge missiles under its wings.Captain Kawinda had been in the Navy for 2 years and knew that the size could only be a long-range anti-ship missile.He realized that the Chinese plane didn't want to actually attack, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see it if he died.

"Can they find us in the vast ocean?" He couldn't help but marvel.When leaving the Gulf of Aden, he deliberately changed the route so that the other party would not be able to guess the route based on the past registration information of the Suez Canal.But now it seems that doing so is completely unnecessary, the enemy has just demonstrated their intelligence capabilities in the Arabian Sea.

"Telegraph room, tell the company that the Chinese have dispatched planes. Our position is 270 nautical miles east of Sokrat Island. I don't know how those land-based planes flew here."

The captain looked in shock at the direction in which the plane disappeared. The trail was still there. It circled around, raised its altitude, and had already returned.The captain wasn't sure if the plane would turn around and fire, but he thought that seemed unlikely.The appearance of the Chinese aircraft is probably only for some political purpose, to give some kind of hint to the warlike Kahan government.

"Captain, the Naval Staff Department called to verify the situation. They asked if you read it wrongly. Could it be a fighter jet from Yemen?" asked the crew in the telegraph room.

"No, I'm not mistaken. It's indeed a Chinese plane. It flew past tens of meters in front of me. It's not a Yemeni, Pakistani or Iranian plane. It's a Chinese plane."

The first day of July, Saturday.The prime minister's residence in New Delhi was as quiet as usual.This is only on the surface, the wartime cabinet meeting has just concluded, and now a weary Prime Minister Kahan is in his second meeting of the morning.This is a new round of military and intelligence meetings, still in the basement.

The original theme of the meeting was the complete overthrow of the Pakistani government this month.But within hours a new situation emerged before Indian policy makers, and the prime minister needed to hear the views of military generals and intelligence officials first.Generally speaking, these new situations are completely in line with Prime Minister Kahan's vision. The war will not immediately turn to victory because of a few emergencies, or turn sharply downwards. The situation is still chaotic, but everything is still under control.

"What do you think of these things?" The Prime Minister sat blankly at the end of the long table, resting his head on his right hand.asked calmly.

"If you mean the American planes shooting down their fighter jets, that would be an excellent thing, and I think Chandra would agree with me, but it's a pity he's in BJ and can't discuss the magnitude of it with us. Significance." Defense Minister Singh said that Chandra's absence has given him an opportunity, and he is now more proficient in foreign affairs than the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and can analyze potential positive factors clearly.That's exactly what the Prime Minister likes to hear.

"Well, there is some truth. The Americans do not allow them to use the airspace of Afghanistan. This can be seen as a new posture and a favorable change for us after the submarine accident." Kahan said blankly. Said, seems to support Singh's point of view.Over the years the two of them have always agreed in most of their views.

(End of this chapter)