You were asked to repeat your senior year of high school, and you took advantage of the opportunity

Chapter 768 The Afghan Night Sky is Beautiful
It's already past midnight.

The bright moonlight shone on the earth, and even the distant snow-capped mountains had an inherent hazy beauty.

The northern Xinjiang province is too big and too vast.

It occupies almost one-fifth of the entire territory of Dongda University.

So even though the 'tiger's den' is located in the central part of Xinjiang Province, it is still more than a thousand kilometers to reach the westernmost part of the province, the Wakhan Corridor.

Without external fuel tanks, the FC-31 Gyrfalcon is designed to have a maximum range of about 3,500 kilometers.

However, the FC-31 Gyrfalcon uses the parameters of the domestically produced WS-10C engine.

However, the aircraft still uses the Russian-made RD-93 turbofan engine even now.

Therefore, even when empty, the flight range is only about three thousand kilometers.

Not to mention.

The FC-31 Falcon Eagle carrier-based aircraft piloted by Jiang Chen was almost fully loaded.

The internal weapons bay was already packed full of Lei Shi-6 glide bombs and PL-12 medium-range air-to-air missiles.

They even carried a full two hundred rounds of machine gun ammunition.

All the weapons and ammunition added up to nearly three tons.

Carrying three tons of ammunition, they launched a surprise attack on a target thousands of miles away.

This will inevitably 'sacrifice' the range of the FC-31 Gyrfalcon.

However, the mission airspace is only a couple hundred kilometers away from our airspace. After completing the mission, we can either land at a nearby airport or call in an aerial refueling tanker for aerial refueling.

In short.

Jiang Chen will not die from the plane crashing because the fuel runs out.

In fact, the maximum payload of the FC-31 Gyrfalcon is not just three tons.

It weighs a full eight tons.

However, the performance of the Russian-made RD-93 turbofan engine is indeed unsatisfactory.

Under full load, the FC-31 Gyrfalcon is lucky to be able to fly 1,000 kilometers.

On the other hand, if the aircraft is fully loaded with eight tons, the hardpoints on both sides of the wings will need to be utilized, thus depriving the aircraft of its stealth capability.

On the radar screens of India and the US military, opposite the Pamir Plateau.

You will then see several air-to-air missiles flying towards 'your side' at Mach 0.85.

what?
Air-to-air missiles have a speed of only a few tenths of a Mach.

Moreover, they are arranged neatly.

What kind of cool operation is this?

I guess only Koreans would have this kind of thought process.

After all, the so-called fifth-generation stealth fighter jet designed by South Korea—the KF-X series—did not have an internal weapons bay.

So if one day you see several air-to-air missiles lined up and flying towards your side on radar.

Don't panic, and don't lose your composure.

It's not that the missile has come to life.

It's South Korea's fifth-generation stealth fighter jet flying towards you.

Although the FC-31 Gyrfalcon is the ancestor of the South Korean KF-X series fighter jets, the FC-31 Gyrfalcon is not that bad!

A stealth fighter jet that doesn't even have an internal weapons bay.

How dare they shamelessly call it a stealth fighter?

Afghanistan.

Bagram Air Force Base remains brightly lit.

Tarmac.

Two F-15E Eagle fighter jets have been towed out of the hangar.

Two groups of maintenance personnel were busy working around the aircraft. A short while later...

Two commuter vehicles carrying ammunition slowly drove onto the tarmac.

After the maintenance crew unloaded the ammunition from the commuter vehicle, they loaded it all onto the hardpoints of the two F-15E fighter jets.

Not a moment later.

Three pilots dressed in U.S. Air Force uniforms, holding flight helmets, chewed gum as they walked out of the flight briefing room and toward the tarmac.

"Shit, what's wrong with those old men at the Pentagon? Why are they making us do these damn missions on such a beautiful night?" a blond, blue-eyed pilot said angrily.

Walking alongside him, the busty, large-bottomed female pilot chimed in, "Such a beautiful night is perfect for drinking beer, listening to music, and enjoying this rare moment of beauty. I don't want to kill people on such a beautiful night, even if they're all filthy, stinking Muslims wrapped in turbans."

"Shut up, both of you." The black pilot at the front turned around and looked at the two men coldly. "I don't want to kill anyone, but this is an order."

The big-butt female pilot saw this.

He quickly shut his mouth.

But the other person clearly looked down on Black people.

Even if the other party is one's superior.

So he coldly retorted, "I know this is an order, but I still have the right to question it. This is a right I should enjoy as a citizen of the United States and a member of the U.S. military."

"I have always believed that it is not worthwhile and inhumane for us to spend so much military spending every year in such a poor, godforsaken country."

"Don't tell me we're here to spread democracy and freedom; those Afghans would love to tear us apart."

"They have absolutely no interest in what we call freedom and democracy."

"Moreover, spreading democracy and freedom through murder is a desecration of democracy and freedom!"

The Black man seemed to have known about the other party's extreme thinking all along.

So I was too lazy to argue with him.

He simply said, "We're not going to kill anyone today. We're just going to patrol the Wakhan Corridor and cover a few allies as they return to Bagram Air Base by helicopter."

The white pilot heard this.

The expression on his face finally looked a bit better.

However, he was still somewhat resentful.

Pointing to the fully loaded F-15E fighter jets, he said, "If you're not going to kill anyone, why are you carrying live ammunition? Oh, you've even loaded air-to-air missiles?"

The big-bottomed pilot next to him also curiously looked at the air-to-air missiles under the wing.

However, he quickly lost interest.

He leaned close to the white pilot and whispered, "I heard the other day that the Australians massacred an entire village, is that true?"

The white pilot immediately showed a hint of disgust.

He nodded and said, "Is this even possible?"

"Ptooey~~~" He spat out the chewing gum with a look of disgust before continuing, "Damn it, that island truly lives up to its reputation as a place of exile for criminals back then. The descendants of those criminals still retain the genes of tyranny, and they can even do things like massacring civilians?"

"The key point is that not a single person was sent to a military court."

"Those people should all be hanged, they should all be struck by lightning. Why were they so cruel?"

The big-butt pilot also felt a bit disgusted. "Although I don't like the people here, I only keep my distance. Why did they massacre the village? Was it on orders or out of revenge?"

“Nothing like that,” the white pilot said viciously. “It was just to vent my emotions.”

"Therefore, these wars are all unjust wars, and those who wage wars will sooner or later be taken to hell by Satan."

At this moment.

The Black pilot finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He turned and glared at the white pilot, then snapped, "Stop with your cheap sympathy. If you really had a sense of justice, you should be rushing to the Australians' camp right now, not complaining here."

"We're about to carry out our mission. If you're still not satisfied with it, take off your uniform and go back to your country."

(End of this chapter)