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Chapter 2502 A Deadly Trap (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
In the initial hours of the outbreak of war, the coalition led by the SEA once again demonstrated its powerful joint command capabilities to the world—simultaneously striking military targets in Syria and northern Lebanon from all directions, from the Mediterranean, the Red Sea, the Indian Ocean, and the Persian Gulf.

It can be said that Syria was attacked from all sides the moment the war broke out. To a certain extent, this was a kind of saturation attack, which put Syria's air defense system in a state of saturation.

But this is just the beginning; the Tomahawk cruise missile is merely an appetizer.

Meanwhile, in the Mediterranean Sea, in the operations conference room aboard the aircraft carrier INS Borneo, pilots gathered to listen to the tactical mission officer's explanation.

"...The Soviet Union made corresponding improvements to its radar and other systems, further enhancing their anti-electronic jamming capabilities. Currently, we are not clear on the extent of their radar anti-jamming improvements, but in the attack on Damascus, they intercepted 17 Tomahawk cruise missiles..."

In fact, the missile attack on Damascus was itself a test, intended to determine the effectiveness of the Soviet air defense system.

As it turned out, Soviet radar and other systems had indeed made great progress and could continue to be used in electronic jamming environments, and could still play a role to some extent.

This was also the biggest achievement of the first round of attacks—not in how many targets were destroyed, but in figuring out the details of their radar and other systems.

"Therefore, next, we will use drones to attack its radar stations, ensuring the destruction of every single one, in order to completely dismantle its long-range air defense early warning system and destroy its command center..."

As he listened to the mission officer's introduction, pilot Du Zhong said:
"Sir, can drones carry heavy bombs?"

"what?"

"Their command centers are all located underground and are reinforced so that even bombs carried by Reaper drones cannot destroy them."

As a pilot, Du Zhong was very familiar with the capabilities of his side's weapons. They were fighter pilots, and according to the mission plan, they would launch an attack on the Bekaa Valley in two hours. They would not only have to face the Syrian army's air force interception, but also the ground-based SAM missiles.

Therefore, if those radar stations, command centers, and other targets are not destroyed, they will face greater risks.

"This task will be undertaken by the relevant military units."

What kind of military unit is involved?
No one knew, and Du Zhong simply nodded. Okay, since there are the relevant troops in charge, then they just need to carry out their mission.

While they were deploying for the mission, on the deck, ground crew were loading ammunition onto the F3 carrier-based fighter jets next to them.

Sidewinder air-to-air missiles, Sparrow medium-range missiles, auxiliary fuel tanks, laser-guided bombs...

This was the first time the F3 fighter jet had been deployed to the battlefield. The HTMS Borneo was the last unit to be equipped with the new fighter jet. Unlike the battle-hardened F2 fighter jet, it had not yet been tested in actual combat, although the performance of the F3 fighter jet in past simulated air combat had amazed everyone.

But now... war is about to put it to the test!
At four in the morning, the dark blue sea slept as the bow of the Borneo aircraft carrier, sailing at full speed, cut through the calm Mediterranean surface, creating a white trail of rapids.

Fighter jets are ready to take off on the aircraft carrier deck, and service personnel are busy at their posts.

At this moment, the fog had not yet dissipated, and the steam from the catapult had already broken through the morning mist, rising up in a white haze.

The signal lights suddenly illuminated, and the F-3 fighter jet, like a hawk poised for battle, unfurled its dark gray wings with a chilling gleam. The four catapults were already in place, ready for takeoff. Orange-red flames shot from the exhaust nozzles, tracing fiery trails in the quiet dawn.

Suddenly, under the action of the steam catapult, the stationary fighter jet suddenly glided forward, the high-pressure airflow pushing the slider and pulling the fighter jet forward at high speed.

But it was only for a moment. The fighter jet reached takeoff speed.

The roar of engines shook the sea and sky as the first fighter jet broke free of the deck and pierced the morning mist. Following closely behind, the second and third jets launched in succession, the white mist from the catapults rising and falling. The fighter jet formation, like a sword drawn from its sheath, plunged into the dimly lit sky one after another.

Shortly after the carrier-based aircraft took off, Syrian coastal surveillance radar detected these targets. Soon, the air defense command center in Damascus received the relevant intelligence, and the data was displayed on the large screen in the center of the command center.

"Their target is the Bekaa Valley, there is no doubt about that."

After making this judgment based on the other party's course, Mikhail turned to look at General Huri beside him.

"General!"

He hesitated for a moment when faced with the look from the military advisor, then said:
"Proceed according to plan, let's move out."

With a command given, the air defense command center's orders were transmitted to various air force bases via the defense fiber optic network.

The airbase erupted in excitement. To some extent, the Syrian Air Force is undoubtedly the elite of the Syrian army.

These pilots had all undergone rigorous air combat training in Moscow, and some had even been to France to receive air combat training from the French Air Force.

The first Syrian Air Force fighter jets to take off were MiG-23MLDs—the latest MiG-23 model, which had only entered service five years prior. These aircraft underwent significant upgrades, including improved aerodynamics, enhanced electronic countermeasures capabilities, and improved avionics.

He upgraded the radar to the further improved Sapphire-23MLA-11, which has a longer detection range and can detect targets the size of bombers at a distance of 110 kilometers.

The radar has also been upgraded with a close-range combat mode and other enhanced capabilities. Meanwhile, other avionics and systems of the MLD have also been upgraded.

At the same time, the brand-new R-73 infrared-guided air-to-air missile was also introduced.

This aircraft is undoubtedly the most advanced fighter jet in the Syrian Air Force, and also the most advanced fighter jet in the Soviet bloc.

The Soviet Union really went to great lengths to win over its last remaining ally.

The aircraft took off quickly and, under the guidance of ground command, flew towards the Bekaa Valley. At the same time as the Syrian aircraft took off, the G3 Sentinel early warning aircraft over the sea also detected the enemy aircraft and made a judgment through signal identification.

"86 MiG-23s, 102 MiG-21s..."

Such a massive formation of aircraft flew towards the Bekaa Valley from multiple directions. Meanwhile, in the coalition command center, the naval and air officers, upon seeing this information, displayed expressions of excitement on their faces.

"They've taken the bait!"

This is a trap!
This was a carefully prepared trap for the Syrian Air Force, but the prey often fell into it without even realizing it.

They even stubbornly believed that the goddess of victory was beckoning to them.

At least, that's what the Syrian Air Force and air defense forces thought in the early hours of that day.

As dusk settled over the Bekaa Valley, the atmosphere was electric. War had broken out, and this was the front line of the conflict. As many as 30 ammunition depots and military camps had already been destroyed by Tomahawk cruise missiles.

Even so, these Syrian soldiers remained proud – because of the tomahawks they had shot down!

"It's truly a miracle!"

Khalid looked at the SAM-6 surface-to-air missiles on the launcher. Just over an hour ago, they had shot down a Tomahawk with this old-fashioned missile!
In the distance, the Lebanese mountains were faintly visible in the fog, where a wildfire was burning—the flames of missile debris.

"Khalid, come in quickly, they're coming!"

Captain Mahmoud's roar came from the command vehicle, a smile on his face:

"The coalition planes are coming from the sea. We're going to teach them a lesson this time!"

The command vehicle contained not only the team leader but also a Soviet advisor—Major Ivanov. Over the past year, he had been the one explaining electronic warfare techniques to them. Just hours earlier, when the radar screen was instantly covered by dense clutter, they followed Ivanov's instructions to switch to the backup channel and filter out false signals!

That's how they spotted the target—a Tomahawk missile flying through the valley—and then their missile hit one of them!
Such a victory was unprecedented and something they had never experienced before.

With this victory, they naturally look forward to the next one.

"...A large coalition aircraft formation, located 280 kilometers northeast at an altitude of 6000 meters..."

These data were detected by long-range early warning radar and transmitted to various air defense positions via fiber optic networks.

At this moment, they were all anxiously waiting for the enemy aircraft to enter their firing range, and Khalid was no exception. He was wearing headphones and staring at the computer screen. Although the SAM-6 missile was a mobile launch system with its own radar, they were maintaining electronic silence to ensure that no electronic signals were leaked.

However, this does not prevent them from receiving various data signals from the command center in real time, and from adjusting the missile launch role based on these signals to prepare for the upcoming battle.

"We are now a group of assassins!"

Major Ivanov, seated in his seat, stared at the computer screen and said in a slightly smug tone:
"We're lying in wait here, ready to deliver the fatal blow at any moment. All they have to do is fly over our heads..."

In a moment of triumph, Major Ivanov pulled a cigarette from his pack, lit it, took a puff, and then said:

"The coalition forces always thought they could handle everything with electronic jamming, and then drop bombs without any scruples and destroy everything. But they forgot one thing—wars can escalate, and technology can advance!"

So we prepared this trap for them!

(End of this chapter)