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Chapter 2605 The Decisive Battle Above the Sam Jungle (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
Natuna Island, outpost air force base.

This base is the largest air force base in the entire Southeast Asia and one of the main deployment bases for the H-1 long-range strategic bomber.

Within a radius of 7000 km of an air force base, it is within his strike range. After the Tomahawk cruise missile entered service, its strike radius exceeded 10000 km.

For many years, this base has been the focus of attention worldwide.

After all, this is a strategic air force base with long-range nuclear strike capabilities.

Tonight, the airport lights are on, the dazzling lights tearing through the darkness.

The dazzling beams of light illuminated the entire airport as if it were daytime, making the H-1 Vulcan long-range strategic bombers lined up on the tarmac clearly visible.

These steel behemoths with wingspans exceeding fifty meters may seem unremarkable with their dusty gray fuselages, but since they first took flight more than 20 years ago, they have been the focus of global attention.

As one of only three strategic bombers in the world, although it doesn't occasionally flap its wings at its neighbors' doorsteps like the American B-52 or the Soviet Myasishchev M-4, its inherent power is something no one can afford to ignore.

Under the bright lights, ground crew members wearing reflective vests were busy refueling the bombers and installing bombs.

"Hey, watch out, this thing might be older than your dad."

The ground crew captain shouted loudly, fearing that these movements were too big and would alert the "masters".

Many of these bombs were AN-M65s, a general-purpose aerial bomb widely used by the U.S. military during World War II. Weighing 1000 pounds, they were extremely powerful.

The bombs now being loaded into the bomber cabins include not only 1000-pound aerial bombs, but also many 500-pound aerial bombs.

"These bombs are mostly leftover materials from World War II, and they've been sitting there for decades, so everyone should be careful."

Hearing the captain's words, the young recruit next to him paused for a moment, reached out and touched the body of the aerial bomb, then asked with some confusion:
"World War II stockpiles? Do we still have bombs like that in our warehouses?"

"besides?"

The captain chuckled and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"There were so many bombs. Back then, the Americans transported millions of tons of bombs from across the Pacific to attack the Japanese mainland."

But in the end, Japan surrendered.

What to do with so many bombs?

Those Americans were really shrewd! Destroying the bombs costs money, transporting them costs money, storing them costs money—so they handed the job of transporting the bombs over to us.

These bombs will be given to us for free as long as we transport them away from those islands.

Although the war was over at that time, the explosives could still be used as fertilizer. The bomb casings themselves could be used to make steel. Later, we sold a large quantity of them. Overall, we made a lot of money, but even so, we still had more than 100 million tons left.

These bombs were originally intended for destruction.

Now that's great, these old relic can finally be put to use, saving us a lot of money on new ammunition!

As soon as he finished speaking, a screeching sound of metal scraping came from above, as a 1000-pound bomb was loaded onto a rack and suspended above the bomb bay opening on the H-1's belly. The ground crew craned their necks, keeping a close eye on the bomb's position; some were giving instructions over walkie-talkies, while others were holding the bomb to prevent it from swaying.

"Aim at the mount! Slower! Slower!"

"Is it securely fastened? Check it again!"

Amidst the cacophony of commands, the bomb was steadily lowered into the bomb bay, the heavy hatch closing slowly with a muffled thud. Meanwhile, on the other side, ground crew refueling had already removed the refueling nozzle.

In the past few tens of minutes, they have loaded more than 5000 tons of bombs and several thousand tons of fuel into the bomber.

Now, the bomber group, poised for takeoff, is ready to go.

The loudspeaker on the tarmac suddenly blared:
"Attention all crews, attention all crews, mission code 'Thunderclap,' target 'Rising Dragon,' scheduled takeoff time 21:00. Repeat, scheduled takeoff time 21:00!"

The ground crew quickened their pace, making a final check on the bomb bay, engine status, and landing gear tire pressure.

Everyone was making final preparations for the upcoming bombing.

The pilots, having completed their combat deployment, emerged from the operations control room in their flight suits. Their steps were steady, their faces expressionless, though a hint of seriousness lingered in their eyes. As they passed the ground crew, one of them grinned at a tall, thin pilot.
"Buddy, you'd better come back safely!"

The pilot patted him on the shoulder, his voice deep:
"Don't worry, we'll have a couple of drinks together when we get back at noon."

At exactly 9:01 p.m., the engines of the first H-1 roared deafeningly.

The deafening roar of the four turbofan engines, with a total thrust exceeding 63 tons, swept across the entire base like a tsunami.

Over the past 20 years, the H1 Vulcan strategic bomber has undergone several upgrades, increasing the thrust of its four engines from the initial 45 tons to the current 63 tons.

With the increase in engine thrust, its performance was also greatly improved—fuel consumption was further reduced, range was further increased, and payload was also increased. As the engine roared, the ground seemed to tremble slightly. The pilot pulled the control stick, and the bomber, like an elephant taking a walk, taxied forward to the end of the runway. The bomber took off and soared into the sky.

One, two, three...

In the pitch-black night sky, more than two hundred H-1 aircraft took off one after another, their navigation lights forming a winding ribbon of light, like the Milky Way falling to earth.

They formed a large wedge-shaped formation in the air and flew toward their target in the northwest.

Inside the cockpit, the pilots stared intently at the instrument panel. On the radar screen, countless points of light flickered—these were their fellow pilots in the formation.

"Calling 'Eagle's Nest', this is 'Iron Hammer' No. 1, formation altitude 10,000 meters, heading 270, all normal."

"Eagle Nest received. Hammer One, be aware that there may be a SAM-2 missile threat in the airspace ahead. Electronic jamming aircraft have been scrambled in advance. Maintain vigilance."

Command instructions came through the radio, while ahead of them, early warning aircraft provided electronic intelligence to the bomber group.

Over the next two hours, the bomber formation will bypass the land and fly directly over the sea to Shoryu.

They will then rendezvous with escort fighters over Tokyo Bay and begin bombing the Shoryu.

Meanwhile, the special forces on Stormy Night Island were also prepared for a rescue operation—they would be dispatched immediately to rescue the pilot should any aircraft be hit.

Two hours later, the massive bomber group finally arrived at the mission area.

Even in complete darkness, they could see the long white lines of waves stretching ahead, the marks left by the waves crashing against the beach, even from 10,000 meters above the ground.

"The coastline is right in front of us."

The pilot glanced down at the electronic jamming indicator light on the instrument panel; the green light was on, indicating that the bomber's onboard jamming system was activated.

Soon, the aircraft group arrived over the land.

At this point, Sengyong was already a deathly silence under blackout regulations. In fact, they didn't need blackout regulations at all, because all the power plants and substations had been destroyed. Sengyong had now completely regressed to the state before Edison invented the light bulb.

The city's air raid sirens had sounded shrilly half an hour earlier. The streets were deserted. In fact, the vast majority of the city's residents had heeded the warnings and left the city, with only a very few remaining.

In the silent darkness, only the searchlights of the anti-aircraft gun positions swept back and forth across the night sky, piercing the darkness like giant, sharp swords.

Under strong electronic interference, their radar became ineffective, displaying only static on the radar screen. In this situation, they could only rely on the human eye.

Fortunately, searchlights are not affected by electronic interference.

Meanwhile, the soldiers of the anti-aircraft artillery unit huddled in their bunkers, the muzzles of their anti-aircraft guns pointing towards the dark night sky.

People would occasionally look up at the sky, trying to find their target among the beams of searchlights sweeping back and forth.

"Squad leader, do you think the foreign bombers will really come?" A young soldier looked at the dark sky, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

"They will definitely come."

The squad leader, wearing a German M56 helmet, spat, looked up at the sky, and frowned.
"But so what if they come? Our anti-aircraft guns are no joke! If we can defeat the Americans, we can definitely defeat them too."

Before the words were finished, a rumbling sound like muffled thunder suddenly echoed from the distant sky. The sound grew closer and louder, as if a thousand horses were galloping. The searchlight beam abruptly fixed on the night sky, revealing over two hundred dark dots densely packed into the field of vision.
The dense, overwhelming formation gave many officers who had experienced the "Dian Bien Phu air campaign" a sense of déjà vu—the Americans had come rushing in like that back then.

"They're here! Foreign bombers are here!"

Someone shouted in disbelief.

Inside the air defense command post, telephones rang incessantly as staff officers shouted orders into the receivers. Meanwhile, the radar screens were filled with even denser dots of light, clearly indicating that these bombers were carrying electronic jamming equipment.

Even so, these battle-hardened air defense soldiers continued to adjust radar parameters under the orders of their commanders in order to find the real targets amidst electronic interference.

Finally, the static on their screens decreased significantly, and they were able to make out the fast-moving target.

Seeing this, with a look of ecstatic joy on his face, the commander issued the order without hesitation, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Missile units, fire! Fire! Shoot them down!"

In an instant, the SAM-2 missile launchers around the city roared into action.

These missiles were as thick as telephone poles, and each missile, which was over ten meters long, weighed several tons. A few years ago, the US military used the term "Sam Jungle" to describe these missiles because they were like thick trees that flew from the ground into the sky and directly knocked down their planes.

Now they are about to display their might once again.

As the launch command was given, the missiles shot into the sky, trailing orange-red plumes of flame. A sharp whistling sound tore through the night sky, and streaks of fiery red pierced the darkness as they hurtled toward the bomber group at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

On this day, the "Sam Jungle," which had been silent for many days, finally displayed its power to the world once again.

(End of this chapter)