Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 6
The expressions of the nearby Chinese soldiers seemed a little surprised; the colonel thought: They probably haven't seen an old guy with a gray beard still flying a plane, yes, Chinese soldiers don't grow beards.

"Hello," the colonel greeted, jumping off the metal ladder.When he took off the combat anti-G vest with the oxygen tube inserted, everyone nearby saw his rank of colonel, which seemed less dazzling compared to his age.The colonel shook hands with several people who were onlookers. He noticed that the highest rank among the group was a lieutenant colonel of the Chinese Army. This place was very close to the actual control line. Presumably the purpose of these people's visits was to investigate the Indian Army.Now the lieutenant colonel appears to have something to say.

"Mr. Colonel, we heard about today's battle. The Indian Air Force dispatched Su-30 aircraft." The Chinese lieutenant colonel asked the question in English, and the question seemed very direct.

"They dispatched Su-30 every day, nothing new, just played a trick today. Hehe, the worst case is not this; the Indian 16th Army in the southeast of the Macha Valley will rush over at any time, and their engineers are building roads and bridges, and a large number of shallow deep strongholds, I have never seen them so efficient. Well, my friend, I can't say too much, I can only report to my superiors." The colonel deliberately mentioned the ground in India The troops really worked, and the Chinese lieutenant colonel immediately turned around and had a private conversation with the others.

"Hello, I am a staff member of the Chinese Army, and my name is Lin Huaisheng." The lieutenant colonel introduced himself solemnly.

"I am the captain of No. 26 Squadron, Mohammad Sami."

The two sides shook hands again, and when they walked past the plane side by side, Colonel Sammy patted the "Thunder" fighter, the skin was still hot.

"Very good aircraft, but the Air Staff made a mistake in thinking of her as an attack aircraft."

"You mean, this kind of small plane is more suitable for air combat?" Lin Huaisheng asked.

"Yes, of course it requires more funds, such as photoelectric radar, which is very effective in mountainous areas; and refueling equipment, the staff of the staff spent too much money on the F16 of the Falcon Squadron, which will make the United States People know our every move." The colonel said, he seemed too easy-going and criticized the staff in front of foreigners, and it seemed that he deliberately said this in front of Lin Huaisheng.

"Colonel, what about the ground attack?"

"To be honest, it's not very good. At present, only 500-pound ordinary aerial bombs can be used; there is no laser targeting pod, and it cannot attack too small or moving targets. The bomb load is too small, and the dispatch efficiency is definitely not as good as Mirage V."

"Well, it's really too small." Lin Huaisheng nodded and said yes. He actually didn't understand Air Force aircraft, but he just thought that this aircraft was not much bigger than the J-6 or Qiang-5 aircraft that are common in China.

"You also have more ideal multi-purpose fighters, such as the J-10 fighter with a larger ammunition load."

"You went to China?"

"I go every year. Chengdu, Zhuhai, and...Shenyang." The colonel said with a smile.

"Oh, that's right," Lin Huaisheng saw some Pakistani ground crews preparing to dismantle the missiles on the wingtips.

"How is this going?"

"Part of the French equipment, it has always worked, but today there is a problem with these magic missiles, maybe there is something wrong with the cooling part of the seeker, and it can't lock the target. The Indian pilot got lucky. These missiles came from a few years ago. Bought in Libya with the Phantom V, Gaddafi rubbed out the original factory lot number, we can only trust the shelf life they say. I've been to Libya too, and their weapons maintenance is very problematic. By the way, the missile fuze It’s been lifted, it’s better for us to stay away.”

"Uh...Colonel, you just said that the Indian army is preparing to attack on the border?" Lin Huaisheng quickly followed Colonel Sami, and at the same time turned the topic back to the Indian Army.

"I think you can see better with satellites. The Indians are rushing to repair the roads in the valley; normally, they are not so diligent, especially in April. Don't you find it strange?"

"Of course there are some strange things. I just heard that the UN special envoy will come the day after tomorrow, and a new reconciliation between your two countries may be reached." Lin Huaisheng deliberately involved the UN, so that he seemed not so keen on the situation of the war. In fact, he It is not at all believed that the UN special envoy can hold down the new prime minister of the BJP.

"My friend, if the special envoy is always useful, what do you need me for?" the colonel joked.

"By the way, my friend, do you know Major Song Ning?" Colonel Sammy asked immediately.

"Song Ning? Who?" Lin Huaisheng looked around at his companions, all shaking their heads, apparently none of them had heard of this name before.

"It is the major of the Chinese Air Force who is visiting the base of our 33rd Wing. He also brought two J-2 aircraft for test flights. I just thought that you might know each other in China." The colonel said.

"Colonel, we have an army of several million people." After Lin Huaisheng finished speaking, everyone laughed, and then got into different cars and drove in different directions.

North India, Bareilly Air Force Base
Lieutenant Colonel Mosin sat behind his desk, looking furious, and Lieutenants Goya and Jaafar, standing upright in front, were obviously being scolded.

"Lieutenant, why did you stop communicating?" the lieutenant colonel asked, throwing his cap on the table.

"Terrain problem, Squadron Leader. The ridge is blocking radio communication."

"Terrain problem? Very good interface. Let me ask you again, do you still remember the rules of engagement?" Lieutenant Colonel Mosin continued to ask. This question is like an obvious trap, but you have to jump into it.

"Remember, attack from a distance." Goya replied.

"Why not execute it?"

"Report to the squadron leader, this is because the long-distance attack will not work, just like the Lion Squadron always returns in vain. So..." Goya immediately used the 31st Squadron as a shield.

"So you're taking it upon yourself to do low-altitude combat across the border?"

"That's right, squadron leader, that's what happened. That's what I thought at the time."

"You almost let the 30 billion rupees plane be shot down by anti-aircraft guns, and that's not counting the lives of the two of you." After finishing speaking, the squadron leader picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead. If a Su-30 was really lost It's also hard for him to afford it, and he's tense just thinking about it.

"I really didn't think of it at the time, but now I know." Goya replied, and Jaafar on the side didn't say a word.

"Okay, let's talk about seeing the enemy."

"Very cunning. When they were discovered, they were flying at ultra-low altitude using the terrain."

"The first one knocked out was the Mirage III?"

"No, I think it's the Phantom V, because it looks bigger." Lieutenant Goya denied.

"Which one escaped?"

"I'm sure it's a new type of fighter, very similar to the 'Thunder' fighter they got from China."

"This is information worth studying, are you sure it didn't hit?"

"Reporting to the squadron leader, I can't confirm; when the radar lost the target, the two R2 missiles were still in pursuit, but I didn't see him shot down." Goya deliberately played a trick when expressing it, so that it sounded like he shot down He took down 27 enemy planes, and he didn't want to be scolded one-sidedly.

"I think this matter must be severely punished. This will have to wait until the commander of the wing returns from Bangalore to participate in the "Glorious" fighter jet ceremony. The first thing in the army is strict discipline rather than record. In our 13th wing, especially That's it." When the lieutenant colonel lowered his head to speak, Goya curled his lips secretly, showing some disdain for these remarks.

The phone on the desk rang, and the lieutenant colonel answered the phone: "Squadron leader, outside line."

"who is it?"

"It's the director of the Ministry of Defense, Lujad Nahan."

"Ministry of Defense?" Mo Xin had obviously never heard of this name, and the Ministry of Defense would never call him.

"Squadron 24, please tell me." Mo Xin kept wiping his sweat while picking up the phone. It was too hot in April this year.

"Oh, the Ministry of Defense?"

"Yes, sir, they are in front of my eyes, and I am considering the punishment method."

"Yes."

"That's right." Lieutenant Colonel Moxin nodded while answering.

"What? The Minister of Defense wants to see them? What's going on?" Mo Xin replied in surprise.

Although he couldn't hear what the person on the phone said, Lieutenant Goya sneaked a glance at his partner with a malicious smile on his face.Seconds ago, he had begun to realize that things might be changing for the better.

"That's right, the second result cannot be confirmed...I think...it's really hard to confirm, including the wreckage of the first plane that fell west of the actual line of control."

"Yes sir, the pilot reported that when they disengaged, the two R27 missiles were still pursuing... yes... as you said, this missile has a long range... but it is a semi-active... ..."

The squadron leader's words were interrupted by the person on the other side of the phone, who was obviously not interested in explaining the performance of the missile.

"Okay, I see, I will do as you said."

Squadron Commander Mo Xin slowly put down the phone receiver, and stared at the national flag on the table for a while.

"Listen, you two bastards go back and iron your uniforms."

"Yes, squadron leader."

"Tomorrow morning, a Dornier 228 contact plane will pick you up for New Delhi."

"Where are you going? Squadron leader."

"Go to New Delhi, go to the Ministry of Defense, lucky you two bastards, the Minister of Defense will give you the Warrior's Wheel, and maybe you will meet the Prime Minister. Although it is difficult for me to understand, but I must say, for our squadron , of course it’s a good thing.”

"That means we won't be punished, right?" Goya continued to ask knowingly.

Lieutenant Colonel Moxin rolled his eyes and waved the two young men out.

In Lieutenant Colonel Hennali Mosin's view, such an absurd thing can only imply one thing, and the impetuous Ministry of National Defense has decided to do a big job.Thinking of this possibility, the lieutenant colonel suddenly felt a scar on his forehead begin to throb faintly.This reminded him of many years ago, when he was about the same age as Goya, when he was chased by two F11s of Pakistan's 2th Squadron in the Kargil area.He still clearly remembers that his plane was continuously tracked by the enemy plane's radar and couldn't get rid of it. Amidst the piercing screams of the "Selina" warning system, he desperately pulled up the nose and made an almost Crazy evasive turns, a trailing Sidewinder missile could not keep up with this action of the MiG-16, but the proximity fuze detonated the missile warhead 23 meters away, and the explosives shattered the cockpit glass cover, leaving him behind This scar on his forehead.To this day, he is often awakened by such a scene in his dreams.

The way Lieutenant Colonel Mosin is looking forward to now is to use technological advantages to press the button at a long distance where the opponent cannot be seen, but the plane can return safely whether it is hit or not, because he knows that the Pakistan Air Force will never be able to fly at close range. easy to deal with. "Since there are phased array radars, advanced fire control, and advanced long-range missiles, why are these young people still keen on fighting?"

(End of this chapter)