Chapter 144

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Chapter 144: The Ultimate Killer Move of the Fighter Jet!

Beep!

Major General Mora, Major Huang De, Major Han Ringuang, Captain Zou Han, Bai Gong, Yang Gong, Grafido, Nolaf, and others from China and Zambia all stood silent in the control tower.

Everyone clearly saw on the radar screen that after Kauala parachuted, four small dots turned into three. Not long after Lin Mo spoke, the three dots changed again, now showing two.

Everyone was dumbfounded; the enemy identification markers clearly indicated one MiG-21 and one Su-30—there was no mistake.

But where was the other Su-30?

It couldn’t have just vanished into thin air, right? The MiG-21 had no bullets or missiles; it was completely unarmed, having to face two heavily armed Su-30s—there seemed to be no chance of victory, yet a miracle had happened.

"Captain Lin Mo! Captain Lin Mo!" Major Huang De, disregarding his image, snatched the intercom from Major General Mora’s hands and urgently called out.

"Received. Everything is normal. Report to base: one enemy aircraft shot down!"

Lin Mo’s calm voice rang out; it was soft, yet it hit the control tower like a heavy bomb, shaking everyone to their core.

How did he do it? Major Huang De and the others exchanged incredulous glances, gasps filling the air as if a gas leak could ignite at any moment.

Could this be like the naval aviation incident on April 9, 1965, when a squadron of J-5s shot down three American F-4B Phantom fighters without firing a shot?

At that moment, the Chinese embassy in Zambia urgently contacted the embassy in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. A plane from the Democratic Republic of the Congo had suddenly vanished, leaving everyone in shock. If Lin Mo had been loaded with ammunition, the embassy’s military attaché would have immediately reached out to the military’s high command for authorization to engage.

But with no bullets at all, there was no authorization to discuss. No one expected this turn of events; it was a series of unexpected surprises, one after the other.

Not even five minutes after Kauala’s parachute deployment, a Su-30 had inexplicably fallen.

"Damn it, you bastard! MiG, you’ll pay for this!" The enemy did not even know who was in the remaining MiG; they could only refer to Lin Mo by that name.

In response, Lin Mo remained silent on the radio.

Seeing his comrade shot down, the pilot of the Su-30 numbered 45 lost his chance to eject and parachute; he plummeted into Zambian territory. Enraged, he charged directly at Lin Mo in his Su-30.

Alarms blared in the cockpit as the enemy’s missiles locked onto Lin Mo’s MiG-21. A barrage of cannon fire missed entirely.

While the Su-30 pilot frantically tried to attack, Lin Mo stayed cool and collected, swiftly executed a hard left turn, switching from defense to offense. He utilized the unarmed MiG-21’s high speed to latch onto the Su-30 at three o’clock. Although he carried no live ammunition, this aggressive maneuver still prevented the enemy from launching missiles.

In a narrow encounter, the brave would win. After recently forcing a spin disaster, Lin Mo maintained psychological dominance over the remaining Su-30 pilot. Although the Su-30 was armed with missiles and cannons, a weapon that could not be utilized was no better than a stick to poke a fire.

At that moment, the Su-30 pilot felt like a thug facing a true martial arts master. His sharp knife was rendered useless as the master controlled his hand, unable to unleash a single blow, leaving him frustrated and helpless.

Lin Mo’s radar suffered intense interference, and various devices began to malfunction. The Su-30’s rear-seat pilot had activated electronic warfare, but this was ineffective against the MiG-21.

A single fighter jet without formation rendered communication interference ineffective.

The enemy carried no weapons; thus, the fire control system interference was of no use.

Yet, it was the MiG that pressed close to attack; Lin Mo could solve the issues with plain sight, rendering radar interference ineffective.

The Su-30 pilot never expected to encounter such a monster, engaged in such a peculiar battle where all high-tech equipment was rendered useless, forcing him to rely solely on combat skills.

The Su-30 was unable to shake off the MiG-21; no matter his efforts, he could never bring the MiG into his attack envelope. In Lin Mo’s hands, the outdated MiG-21 became particularly strange, transforming into a ghostly fighter that struck unexpectedly.

Every time the fire control radar of the Su-30 aimed at Lin Mo’s MiG-21, the MiG would slip away just in time to avoid locking.

“Steady, steady! Aim at him! Damn it, don’t let him get away!”

“I’m trying! You idiot, you want me to crash into him?”

“I don’t want to die together! I don’t want him to play with me! Can’t you see I’m trying hard? Why don’t you try it? You fool!”

With electronic interference, the cockpit of the Su-30 became a chaotic mess.

While Lin Mo continuously circled the Su-30, searching for an opportunity, the MiG-21’s engine output suddenly dropped. "Damn it!" Lin Mo couldn’t help but slap the cockpit dashboard. Continuously executing supersonic assaults had finally worn out the aging MiG-21, causing it to malfunction in mid-air.

Starting a malfunction check, damn it—was it the circuit or excessive wear on the supersonic consumables? In the cramped cockpit, Lin Mo frantically flipped-switch after switch, attempting to compensate for the deterioration in aircraft performance. This aged MiG, known affectionately, could hardly withstand such reckless treatment from a pilot.

How could this happen at such a critical moment? Lin Mo was extremely frustrated when a stream of cannon fire from the MiG-21’s left wing blasted two large holes in it, immediately causing aerodynamic instability and fierce vibrations in the aircraft.

The MiG-21, accustomed to high performance from the J-10, was unable to compare with the J-10; facing Lin Mo, who pushed the aircraft’s capabilities to the limit, it was remarkable that this rough Russian model had lasted this long.

Beep! The radar screen suddenly lit up with a cluster of dots; based on their direction, they should be reinforcements from Lusaka Air Force Base. Remarkably, Lin Mo managed to discern the direction amid such dazzling maneuvers. If he could just hold on until reinforcements arrived, even if he couldn’t down the remaining Su-30 as he did with the previous one, he would still consider it a success.

However, the MiG-21’s reaction grew slower and weaker; it was unlikely to last until the reinforcements arrived. If he had to eject at this point, it would be too late. The remaining Su-30 numbered 46 charged at Lin Mo like a rabid dog. Despite Lin Mo’s best efforts to evade the enemy’s air-to-air missile lock, he could not dodge the cannon fire.

Moreover, the MiG-21 could no longer reach supersonic mode and could only rely on its agility against the Su-30 in a super-low altitude dogfight—he carefully maneuvered to evade, continuously performing spiral and barrel roll maneuvers. Yet, the MiG-21’s performance couldn’t match the maneuvers Lin Mo could perform in the J-10.

Suddenly the MiG dropped, causing Lin Mo to sense an anomaly in the tail rudder; turning to look, he saw a piece of the rudder had been shot away.

At Lusaka Air Force Base, the volume was cranked up to the max, but no one dared contact Lin Mo, knowing he was in extreme danger and avoiding any distractions. Major General Mora’s face showed anxiety, breathing erratically; it was clear he was excited. Two MiG-21s for one Su-30 would be breaking even, but if they could bring down another Su-30, that would be a significant gain.

This loss was nothing; just the record of one Su-30’s fall would be substantial, giving them plenty of material to work with—all naked military honors, political capital, and cash in hand. Compared to that, two MiG-21 losses were trivial; even losing two more would be profitable.

Major General Mora silently prayed for the support of heaven, wishing for China’s Lin Mo to take down another Su-30—a true windfall. Defeating and annihilating enemies were two distinct concepts.

However, Major Huang De and others showed concern; air combat was no child’s play, and with a single misstep, Captain Lin Mo could find himself buried far from home.

Everyone in the control tower was oblivious to Lin Mo’s dire predicament; the MiG-21 was increasingly underperforming.

“Kid, I don’t care who you are; if you’ve shot down my comrade, you’re dead!” The front-seat pilot of the Su-30 numbered 46 shouted furiously. He knew that only a top ace could shake off the pilot of a Su-30 “Flanker” solely through maneuvering, but Lin Mo had simply had bad luck—not having any live ammunition; otherwise, he would surely have been shot down easily.

This opportunity was a rare one; the two pilots in the Su-30 numbered 46 were determined to bring down the MiG-21 at any cost. After all, it was not every day they encountered an ace pilot flying an old model loaded with no ammunition—that was true military merit, far more valuable than the coward who had just ejected himself.

Buzz! "Captain Lin Mo, if you can, keep taking them down the same way!"

Lin Mo’s MiG-21 was able to communicate again. The Zambian military reacted quickly, activating the electronic countermeasures, both interference and counter-interference, while the electronics on the MiG-21 "Fish Nest" amplified their output, initiating an encrypted frequency-hopping mode for counter-interference, barely managing to contact Lusaka Air Force Base through the nearest communication relay station.

“Major Huang, Major General Mora, I’m confident about taking down the enemy, but if you don’t mind losing another MiG-21 in the process!”

Due to the difference in frequency channels with the mobile relay station on the ground, Lin Mo’s voice came through with delays and interference, sounding faint. The Su-30’s electronic countermeasures, even if strong, could not achieve full-spectrum lockdown; after all, it wasn’t a true electronic warfare machine, focusing more on offense while neglecting electronic capabilities.

Before Major Huang De could respond, Major General Mora rushed up to Mike, saying quickly, “No problem, no problem! We absolutely have no issues; go ahead!”