Chapter 170
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Chapter 170: The Roar of the Saber-toothed Tiger!
The Herbst climbing wall combined with the vertical reverse created a combination maneuver attack technique. The other elite pilot of Team "Knights," Meat Sauce, watched in astonishment, utterly taken aback by the extraordinary creativity of the attack. If it had been him facing that enemy, he would have felt a sense of helplessness.
In fact, when Lin Mo began his actions, he only guessed half of what was coming. However, the subsequent wild maneuvers completely surpassed his expectations. Was this pilot really trained in the domestic standard curriculum?!
No pilot would use such unimaginable continuous maneuvers for an attack.
The two successful attacks unfolded with an artistic flow that felt like something straight out of a blockbuster movie, almost like performing aerial stunt attacks.
“Dragon Knight reporting, attack successful. Job done!”
Lin Mo’s voice came through the communication channel, now back to normal, calm and steady, as if he had merely accomplished a trivial task, displaying mental resilience that left others speechless.
The gaps in the ground defense line in Kashmir allowed the Indian forces to seep in, and the FC-20, which wasn’t equipped with any specialized ground attack weapons, had achieved a successful ground strike.
The cannon maneuvering technique was played to perfection in Lin Mo’s hands.
Meat Sauce’s FC-20 flew over the two locations Lin Mo had just attacked. On the ground, he could see two scorched areas with flames and thick smoke rising, revealing large pieces of camouflage debris that hinted at a once-active mobile radar station and the SAM-22 missile system. Whether any Indian soldiers had escaped was no longer within the air force’s purview.
Gulp!
Meat Sauce’s throat bobbed. Not to mention the frightening accuracy, the dazzling series of maneuvers required an intimate knowledge of the aircraft’s performance to pull off such combos.
Although he hadn’t witnessed aerial combat capabilities, the artistic nature of this ground attack overwhelmed Meat Sauce.
“The interference has ceased; communications are back!” The communication officer in the Persian Cat command center spoke in a calm tone that distinctly carried a hint of surprise.
“Please have Team ‘Knights’ return; now Lightning Squadron 4 is responsible for tallying the results. Nearby ground troops have already been dispatched.”
Clearly, the results of their attacks belonged to Pakistan. The Chinese volunteers were only there to provide military personnel and equipment assistance, gaining practical experience, testing gear, and fulfilling specific military strike needs.
“Dragon Knight, I can’t believe where you came from?!” The formally trained Meat Sauce, filled with curiosity, sensed a connection to the recent popular ‘Gold Coin’ pilot incident back home. The main character of that buzz was likely the same one in his formation.
True gold doesn’t fear fire. A pilot capable of executing such imaginative continuous attacking maneuvers resembled the one who swept the target with tail flames at the Zhuhai Airshow; both were equally bold, with an astounding grasp of aircraft performance.
Damn, that infuriating imagination unleashed terrifying attacking effects in war.
“Ha ha, I’m just a little brother of the ‘wild chicken,’” Lin Mo’s cheerful voice chimed in on the channel.
Some less significant information naturally couldn’t be hidden among colleagues in the same circle; they all belonged to similar confidentiality levels and thus had access to each other’s news. The fact that ‘wild chicken’ and ‘Dragon Knight’ were pilots originating from the same ‘Chicken Coop’ was an open secret.
“Is everyone that impressive coming from the ‘Chicken Coop’? That’s amazing; a golden phoenix has flown out of the henhouse!” Meat Sauce exclaimed, his envy evident. The aviation squad, rumored to be a gathering of geniuses, certainly was more impressive in person than by reputation.
“Pretty standard, really. I’m just a novice. There are plenty in the ‘Chicken Coop’ better than me,” Lin Mo replied frankly. Colonel Jiang of Team 7759 was stronger than him because he could knock a gold giant dragon Gold Coin down from the sky, while Lin Mo had yet to reach that level of skill.
Taking down a giant dragon from the heavens in a fighter jet required incredible aerial combat skills; Lin Mo could hardly imagine how Colonel Jiang and the others achieved that.
“Why isn’t your code ‘chicken’ like everyone else’s?” Meat Sauce had been wondering. “Those from the ‘Wolf Den’ are all wolves. Naturally, those from the ‘Chicken Coop’ are chickens. While not mandatory codes, most people default to using their home-coop’s names to reflect their origins. The army places great importance on seniority and background.”
Lin Mo’s initial choice of ‘Gold Coin’ didn’t quite fit with the ‘Chicken Coop’ theme.
“Because they originally suggested the code ‘Gray Chicken’ for me, what the heck!” Lin Mo exclaimed, feeling embarrassed.
“Hahaha!”
“Hahaha, ‘Gray Chicken,’ look at the gray airplane!”
Laughter filled the channel, and it was evident that the people at the Persian Cat command center couldn’t help but join in the fun, making the ridiculous code especially amusing—no wonder a unique code emerged from the ‘Chicken Coop.’
“Return to base!” Lin Mo huffed.
The volunteer corps clearly didn’t have the same strict regulations as those back home, and being abroad made things even more relaxed, leading to a far more vibrant atmosphere.
Beep beep beep!
Two light spots appeared on the radar screen, and the system sounded an alarm.
“Su-30MKI! They’re back! It looks like they’re coming in strong.”
The experienced Meat Sauce put away his joking demeanor and spoke seriously. On the radar screen, enemy identification showed two Su-30MKIs forming an aggressive double-attack formation, continuously climbing in altitude as they rushed toward them.
“Don’t worry; soon I’ll launch air-to-air missiles; my cannon ammo is running low!” Lin Mo expressed no fear. If necessary, he could just shake them off. Compared to Chinese pilots, Indian pilots had limited skills. Moreover, for a heavy aircraft like the Su-30, mobility would be significantly reduced compared to the lighter J-10. If he could outmaneuver a MiG-21, the more capable J-10 would certainly manage it too.
“Okay, I’ll take the lead; you cover me!” Meat Sauce’s palms began to itch with excitement; it had been a long time since he experienced such thrilling aerial combat.
“Sure!” Lin Mo replied, giving an OK sign toward the cockpit. He slowly decreased engine power, letting the aircraft drop back twenty meters to become the wingman, while Meat Sauce took the lead position. The two switched their formations in an instant.
With Meat Sauce in charge of the main attack and no mobile ground radar stations or anti-air weapons around, the two Su-30MKI fighter-bombers posed no real threat to these seasoned pilots.
Furthermore, a squadron of JF-17 Thunder fighter jets was already on the way to support them.
“ZDK-03 early warning aircraft, Tiger Shark, entering the channel.”
“Target coordinates are east longitude ××, north latitude ××. Two Su-30MKIs have been detected. Please have Team ‘Knights’ activate frequency countermeasure mode, mode KRXY0124. Directional electronic countermeasures will commence in fifteen seconds! Countdown begins now: twelve, eleven, ten…”
The ZDK-03 early warning aircraft was equipped with more than just warning technology; it also had powerful electronic countermeasure and counter-interference systems. Its electronic warfare capabilities were far beyond the simplistic ECM systems typically found on ordinary aircraft. After China developed and perfected its own early warning aircraft system, the first action was to cancel the order for Russian early warning aircraft.
A timely voice came through the headset channel: the ZDK-03 early warning aircraft, operated by the Persian Cat command center, was already in the air and heading their way. Though it was just over a hundred kilometers away and lacked offensive weapons, it shouldn’t be underestimated in air combat; it had its own unique advantages.
The advanced electronics on the early warning aircraft had already detected and locked onto the two Su-30MKIs, mirroring the electronic attack they had experienced earlier from the Indian ground mobile radar station. With Tiger Shark’s countdown, the two Su-30MKIs were about to face a tragedy.
“…Three, two, one! Interference activated!”
Beep beep!
The FC-20’s systems indicated a radar lock from the Su-30MKI, followed by a faint static noise over the channel, and the radar lock alarm was lifted.
The onboard radar quickly identified two missiles appearing on the screen. Two Indian-made Astra medium-range air-to-air missiles, trailing white smoke, launched towards two small black dots in the distance, flaring brightly.
“Astra?”
“It’s Astra!”
Watching the unfortunate missiles fly toward the FC-20 formation, Lin Mo and Meat Sauce remained unperturbed, leisurely maneuvering their aircraft. They appeared brazen, fully confident with a sense of protection behind them, not even bothering to reach supersonic speeds.
The Astra missile, a mix of the Russian R-77 and French Matra Super 530 missiles, had a range of 80 kilometers for head-on attacks and 15 kilometers for trailing attacks. Developed under India’s Integrated Guided Missile Development Program (IGMDP), it was India’s first indigenously produced air-to-air missile, primarily equipped on Su-30 fighter jets.
However, not long after launch, when the radar indicated they were still twenty kilometers away, the two Astra missiles suddenly veered off course in a chaotic manner, losing their lock like headless flies and began flying in different directions.
Feeling a hint of sympathy for the wasted missiles developed by the Indians, Lin Mo casually deployed two infrared flares, which floated down gracefully. Just before hitting the ground, the Astra missiles, which were still searching for a target, suddenly lunged at the flares with the sharpness of sharks sensing blood, energetically crashing into the ground alongside the flares in quick succession.
