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Chapter 1220 At least they can actually play football (5k)

The F-105 pilot, with alarm bells ringing in his mind, had only this one thought in his mind.

Run! Get as far away from this island as possible!
He didn't know whether the Orientals had new weapons, but at least he knew one thing - the Orientals at least had the S-75, and the range of this missile was about 30 kilometers!

No wonder we received that incomprehensible warning about 50 kilometers from the island.

If I can go back to the base, I will definitely learn Chinese! The F-105 pilot was determined in his heart.

He performed the same action as the MiG-19 and started turning at the fastest speed and with the greatest overload.

Unfortunately, even after all the bombs in the bomb bay and on the racks were emptied, this bulky fighter-bomber was still not agile enough.

At the same time, at the radar station on the island, or the command post of the air defense missile battalion, seeing that the F-105 had broken through the 30-kilometer distance, the commander on duty of the missile battalion gave the order without hesitation: "Double salvo! Fire!"

As for the hit rate of this medium-range air defense missile, if it is fired in salvo, the hit rate is over 100%!! There is nothing wrong with firing in salvo.

As the shooter's finger pressed down steadily, a roar was heard at the missile launch site.

Two missiles spewed white smoke almost at the same time and pierced the sky.

It was the first time that the comrades on the island saw an anti-aircraft missile launch.

"Ah? Enemies are coming?" The comrades were unaware of anything. After all, the F-105 was still dozens of kilometers away from here and could not be heard at all.

"I don't know, but the air defense alarm didn't sound." There was only one plane, so there was no need to sound the air defense alarm. Doing so would only affect the normal work of the comrades. The air defense commander of the missile battalion was very confident.

"Never mind him. The comrades in the air defense missile battalion know what's going on. It's probably just a few scattered enemies. We can just shoot them down or drive them away and that's it. Just wait. The result will probably come out in an hour or two." This comrade is very experienced and has probably done related work before.

"You know what, I'm kind of looking forward to it. Haha." A comrade joked.

The only thing that was a little different was that at the island's helicopter airport, a search and rescue Mi-4 propeller was turning, preparing to take off.

The missiles have been launched, and we will soon know whether they have hit the target or not, in about a minute. If they have been hit, the people will still be rescued. We are a benevolent and righteous army, and our strikes will definitely be heavy, but our morals will definitely be high.

At this time, on the F-105, the pilot kept repeating "Hurry Up! Hurry Up! Hurry! Hurry!..."

He was in a very urgent mood, as all the battles involving Orientals in recent years had shown that they were extremely persistent and skilled in shooting down airplanes, whether from the air or on the ground.

Judging from a recent combat example, an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft that was flying at an altitude of 17000 meters, was smaller in size, and used a lot of composite materials was shot down. He didn't think that the bulky fighter-bomber he was driving could gain much benefit.

The key point is, they really dare to fight!
In the cabin, the red light and shrill sound of the radar tracking warning never stopped. Under the extreme overload, the aircraft made all kinds of inexplicable noises, filling the pilot's ears.

The extreme overload made his eyes go dark, his vision blurred and he even began to go blind. He knew that this was the result of a huge overload and if it was not relieved in time, he might faint.

Black vision is a symptom of positive overload that dumps blood to the lower body, causing ischemia in the head.

Red vision is the opposite. It is a negative overload that throws blood to the upper body and causes congestion in the head. It is more dangerous than black vision, but it does not occur often because negative overload maneuvers are rarely used.

But at this moment he could no longer care about so many things. The most urgent thing was to turn the plane around quickly.

He was worried that there were missiles flying towards him at this moment.

The bad news: He was right.

Just as he had turned the plane's course to the south, began to recover from the blackout, and was about to turn on the afterburner to escape madly, a missile exploded with a bang at the tail of the plane.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to be heard more than 20 kilometers away.

The slightly bulky and heavy aircraft was a ghost before the missile hit it, but now it has become a talisman. The tail of the aircraft was not cut off on the spot by the rod-type warhead, but remained basically intact.

Although the engine immediately caught fire and lost power, at least it did not lose any limbs and go into a spin.

If you enter a spiral, even skydiving is a very dangerous process.

The F-105 pilot in the cockpit felt a violent shock to the fuselage! Various warning lights in the cockpit lit up at once, and the rapid warning sounds were chaotic. There were so many faults that he didn't know which one to listen to.

After all, he was an elite pilot who had undergone rigorous training and had been on many battles. He knew what was happening without even using his brain to judge. He subconsciously moved his feet together and pulled the ejection handle between his legs.

With a "bang", he flew out and lost all his senses, or rather, his brain blocked all his memories.

Just after he flew away from the plane, the second missile followed and exploded near the wing. This time the F-105 was not so lucky and exploded directly in the air. Comrades who have designed aircraft know that there is a lot of oil near the wings.

The F-105 pilot in mid-air suddenly felt himself being pulled upward by a huge force, and his falling speed slowed down.

After regaining some consciousness, he turned around and looked for his car, but all he saw was thick smoke in the air and scattered aircraft debris.

At this moment, he didn't know whether his luck was good or bad.

Fortunately, the plane flew into the Oriental air defense zone and was shot down cleanly.

It was just bad luck. The plane was shot down and disintegrated in the air, but he was still fine.

No matter what, he had really escaped death. He calmed himself down and slowly floated down with the parachute.

Then, another fear came over me.

Can I be rescued?

In this sea and sky, judging from how I was shot down just now, I can no longer count on search and rescue on my side. My only hope now is that the Orientals can come to rescue me.

As long as they were willing to come, he knew his life would be saved. As long as he was not a threat, the other party's attitude towards prisoners was well-known and very guaranteed.

Looking at the inflated rubber boat hanging under the parachute, he felt a little relieved. At least it was not leaking and was enough for him to float on the sea and wait for rescue without drowning or being fed to sharks. Moreover, the color was conspicuous enough and the target was large enough.

All of this was seen by the Jiaozhi fighter plane hovering in the distance. He only knew that the enemy plane suddenly began to turn around frantically and then exploded in mid-air.

The pilot shouted "Good!" and turned the plane to fly back to his base. The fuel was running low. No matter who shot down the F-105, he was happy to see the plane that bombed him being shot down.

The Citi pilot floating on the sea soon became happy. Not long after he fell into the water and climbed onto the lifeboat in a panic, he saw a plane flying in the distance, which was not very far away from him.

After all, parachute landing takes time, and our Mi-4 search and rescue type received a notification from the radar station almost at the same time as the F-105 signal disappeared from the radar, and headed straight for the coordinates where the enemy plane was shot down.

Orientals are indeed all good people. For a moment, the F-105 pilot seemed to have Stockholm syndrome and had forgotten who shot him down.

He immediately tore open the emergency kit of the inflatable boat, took out the seawater dye, tore it open, sprinkled it in the water and stirred it vigorously a few times.

A fluorescent green spread out from the side of his lifeboat, dyeing a large area of ​​the sea.

After doing all this, he held the reflector in one hand and put it in front of his eyes. He stared at the helicopter flying in the distance through the small hole in the middle and reflected the sunlight towards it.

In his other hand, he held a flare launcher, ready to fire one into the sky when the other party flew over to ensure that the other party could detect him.

As for the radio beacon, which was also used for positioning, he threw it aside. It was an Oriental who came to rescue him, so it was probably useless. On the rescue helicopter, the comrade in charge of observation quickly discovered the conspicuous fluorescent green and bright reflective light spots in the blue water, and turned around to greet the comrade who was flying the plane.

"There! There!"

As the plane flew over him, the winch hanging outside the plane began to lower the rope, and the F-105 pilot immediately threw his pistol and flares into the lifeboat.

These things are useless and can easily cause misunderstanding.
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At a Citi Air Force Base in South Jiaozhi, Colonel Richard was counting the number of planes returning from the attack and the results of the battle.

"Five more planes haven't come back yet. Hopefully the boys won't be missing."

The Citigroup army knows very well that missing is actually a synonym for KIA, but this method is not even as valuable as KIA, so there are always more missing cases and fewer KIA cases.

Seeing that the time had exceeded the maximum hovering time of the attack aircraft, he returned to the command room with the statistical results.

This is the largest base of the Citi Air Force in Jiaozhi, and the commander of the garrison air force is also in this command room.

Looking at Colonel Richard who walked in, the Air Force commander knew that the losses this time might be considerable. He could guess it from the gloomy expression on Colonel Richard's face without even Richard reporting the amount of losses to him.

Colonel Richard was a good man and was familiar with the boys in the base, so he was always sad about their disappearance.

"Five more planes have not returned, all of them are F-5s that were on bombing missions."

Richard did not talk about the results of the battle, but talked about the losses first. He is indeed a good man.

Compared with fighter jets performing escort missions, F-105s performing bombing missions are more fragile and bulky.

"Do you know why they were shot down?" asked a staff officer next to the air force commander.

"Two were shot down by anti-aircraft fire, two were shot down by fighter jets, and the other one is unknown."

When planes fly in formation, you can sometimes see how the planes around you die.

"Uhmmm... The Jiaozhi people's air defense firepower is getting stronger and stronger, but those bastards in Congress are even dragging their feet on the budget for adding infrared chaff jammers to fighter jets." This made the air force commander very unhappy.

Infrared chaff jammers have both infrared jamming and chaff jamming effects. In theory, they have a good effect on current radars and infrared-guided air-to-air missiles.

He was worried about the pilots of the four planes. Even if they didn't die in the air, it was hard to say whether they could survive after landing in the territory of the Northern Jiaozhi people.

The official level of Beijiaozhi certainly hopes to capture the pilots alive for necessary exchanges and propaganda, but before these surviving pilots fall into the hands of the Beijiaozhi officials, their life and death to some extent depends on how badly the land where they land is bombed.

After complaining, we still have to get down to business: "So what are the results of the battle?"

"The reconnaissance results of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft have not come back yet, but according to the visual judgment of the pilots who subsequently entered the attack, the effect is not very good. All the major bridges we intended to attack are intact." Richard held the statistical results with a look of displeasure on his face.

"SOB!!!" the air force commander cursed.

At this time, a staff officer pushed open the door and handed a piece of paper to the Air Force Commander.

The commander quickly scanned the area and looked up. "We don't have to worry about the last guy. For some reason, he flew over the heads of the Orientals in the North Bay and was shot down by the Orientals. The good news is that he is still alive and has been captured by the Orientals. Just now, the Orientals made a statement and condemned us on the radio."

"My God, the guys we have in their hands are almost able to play football!" exclaimed Colonel Richard.

Including the frogmen who were killed last time, the number of them captured by us is indeed approaching 15, which is exactly the number of people in a rugby team.

"At least they can actually play rugby without any risk to their lives. The Orientals will take good care of them. Can you believe it? They even organize Olympics for prisoners of war. One of my brothers participated in such a sports meeting more than ten years ago. By the way, he won a good place."

The Air Force Commander even felt lucky for this last pilot, as he knew that this pilot would be much safer and more comfortable being captured by us than by the Jiaozhi people, and that he would not have to worry about anything except his freedom. The Air Force Commander, relieved for his young man, even felt like making fun of his brother.

"Thanks to the Orientals' unplaceable sense of morality." Good man Richard couldn't help but make a joke.

"But we can't do this. With continuous losses and ineffective bombing, we are sinking deeper and deeper into this quagmire."

"No, no, no, my General, perhaps for some masters in Congress, these are not losses, and the effect they want is not the effect we want."

"Colonel Richard, don't talk about this issue anymore. You understand."

To some extent, the hands of the Citigroup Army are no cleaner than those of the people on Capitol Hill. Otherwise, there wouldn't always be auditors who fall down with the plane while auditing the funds related to the overseas deployment of the Citigroup Army.

After issuing his own warning, the air force commander began to complain: "This long winter will soon pass. We need an opportunity to cause some trouble for the Easterners."

At about the same time, the Russians also received our statement.

"Comrade Minister, it seems that Comrade Nanfang has made good use of our S-75." Linochka smiled.

The minister in charge of communicating with us about military equipment shook his head and said, "Linochka, you underestimate them. There is evidence that they have a new type of anti-aircraft missile that is much smaller in size and length than our S-75 and can even be deployed in a mobile manner."

Although we couldn't get a close look at them, our medium-range air defense missiles were still seen by the Russians scattered all over the place during the transportation process. Even if they were wrapped in canvas, their outlines could still reveal a lot of information.

Moreover, there are many Russians who have good artistic skills, so it is not a problem for them to draw a rough outline based on memory. As we all know, art students, whether they pass the exam or not, are very capable.

In the eyes of professional Lubyanka people, this kind of chart can draw many conclusions.

"Short-range air defense missiles? It seems that Comrade Nan Fang has his own unique advantages in short-range air defense missiles." Linochka said.

The basis for his judgment came from the infrared air-to-air missiles and portable air defense missiles, which are also short-range, combined with their much smaller size than their own medium-range air defense missiles S-75.

The minister shook his head again with a serious expression on his face: "No, their missile is medium-range."

"Medium range?" Linochka exclaimed.

The minister seemed to want to cultivate his trusted subordinate: "Yes, this time they shot down the Citi F-105 at the scene of the battle. There was a MiG-19 from Jiaozhi. According to the intelligence provided by the MiG-19, the distance of this battle was no less than 25 kilometers."

As the Russians felt that Northern Jiaozhi "had great potential" and increased their aid to Northern Jiaozhi, the relationship between the two sides began to become as close as honey and this kind of information, which had nothing to do with the Jiaozhi people themselves, was exchanged very quickly.

"Impossible? Comrade Minister, are you saying that they have achieved the performance of the S-125 with a size similar to our S-75?"

"You guessed wrong again. This missile is smaller than the S-125."

S-125, also known as SAM-3 Goa by the Oceanic Treaty Organization, has a missile length of nearly 6 meters, a range of 16 kilometers, and a firing altitude of 12 kilometers. Military fans who got into the game after the 21st century may not know this thing very well, but once you mention its greatest military achievement, everyone knows it.

——This is the one that shot down the F-117A.

Compared with our missile which is less than 5 meters long and has a range of 30 kilometers, it is indeed a bit inferior.

"Then should we..." Linochka thought that it was time to change technology again.

The minister smiled and shook his head. "Forget it, my Davari. We also have good anti-aircraft missiles, and newer missiles are still under development. And... last time we wanted to exchange radar anti-ground clutter technology with them, but now the comrades of the Military Import and Export Administration Committee have not decided what to exchange with them."

This matter was probably at a standstill, as we didn't like what they wanted to give us, and they didn't want to give us what we wanted. And every time the technology to be provided was changed, the Russian Military Import and Export Administration Committee would haggle for a long time, making the progress of this matter extremely slow.

(End of this chapter)