Chapter 171
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Chapter 171: Service for Clients in War
Um!
The Astra missile should consider switching to ground-attack duty. It completely embraced the same failing as the Russian R-77 air-to-air missile, losing its target. It was only fitting that this immature missile met a mishap, crashing down in embarrassment after just teasing the most advanced equipment from China.
Under the electronic interference from the ZDK-03 warning aircraft, most of the outdated missiles had to drop the “guidance” part from their designation and could only be considered projectiles. In an environment filled with strong directed interference signals, hitting Team “Knights” would indeed be a miracle.
Even though it was a domestically produced product, the Indians lagged far behind the Chinese. Who knew if they put curry into the missile warheads instead of explosives?
“Discovered ‘Black Spider’ Squad 4!” Lin Mo’s display lit up with signals from three FC-1 “JF-17 Thunder” fighter jets, the newest upgrade from the previous A-5 fighter jets, manned by elite pilots from Pakistan who had flown F-16s.
“Let’s head back!”
As for the Su-30MKI? They were ignored completely; the warning aircraft "Tiger Shark" was already enough trouble for them.
Lin Mo and Meat Sauce adjusted their aircraft’s nose toward Peshawar Air Force Base. As for the two unfortunate Su-30MKIs, they were probably still scrambling to deal with the electronic interference from the ZDK-03 warning aircraft. They would soon be dealt with by the Pakistani Air Force pilots.
When Team “Knights” landed, the battle report came through.
Squad 4 shot down one Su-30MKI and witnessed another escape. Despite sustaining light injuries to two of their aircraft during a three-on-two encounter, it was clear that light aircraft could still take down heavy ones. The large-caliber cannon shells and missiles didn’t care whether they were heavy or light.
“Great first formation flight; the results are impressive!”
The ground crew from Pakistan gave a thumbs-up to Lin Mo and Meat Sauce, indicating that today’s achievements quickly spread throughout the base.
Pushing open the cockpit cover, Lin Mo jumped down and landed steadily on the ground. His camouflage “Kua Fu” combat armor and distinct aviation helmet made him stand out even more.
After taking a bottle of salt soda to replenish some fluids, Lin Mo nodded in thanks to the Pakistani ground crew who handed him the drink. He then waved at Meat Sauce, who was just coming down the ladder, saying, “Let’s go eat. Are you hungry? I’ll do some barbecuing for lunch; I’m really good at it!”
The plane would be maintained by others, and the two external fuel tanks Lin Mo had discarded during the combat wouldn’t fall back on him since it was standard procedure to drop fuel tanks when engaging in aerial battle.
“Sounds good! Later, my Meat Sauce will treat you to a can!” Meat Sauce exclaimed, filled with joy that he could now treat Lin Mo to a meal.
It wasn’t easy for him to bring such things into Pakistan, an Islamic country.
“Sure!” Although Lin Mo wasn’t fond of the taste, he could always give it away.
In the afternoon, the ZDK-03 warning aircraft “Tiger Shark” returned to the ground. Reports from aerial reconnaissance showed that the Indians had smartened up after taking a beating; some of their cross-border troops and reconnaissance equipment had pulled back.
Let the Indians worry; they had thought that after acquiring the FC-20, their air force combat ability would soar. For those desperately trying to enhance their air force capabilities, this was the worst news.
Peshawar Air Force Base had opened a special mess hall for the Chinese volunteer team, hiring chefs to provide a variety of delicious food. From noodles to rice, they had everything, with a buffet-style meal allowing people to choose according to their tastes. Lin Mo took some ingredients from the kitchen and held a small celebratory barbecue near the runway. Many people eagerly joined in, and although there wasn’t a lot of food, the atmosphere was lively as they celebrated a successful first day of trial flights.
Discipline prohibited pilots from eating reckless things, especially alcohol and high-fat, high-cholesterol foods. Using charcoal, Lin Mo began to cook barbecue with skills he learned from the Dragon Knight Corps, while enthusiastic pilots showed off their talents.
As night fell, aside from two Pakistani pilots flying the Q-5 on night patrol missions, the entire Peshawar Air Force Base had clearly quieted down compared to the bustling daytime.
The Chinese volunteer team, except for those on duty, began to take turns resting. The night shift would be handled by the A-5 (Q-5) Wild Wolf Squadron. If any night combat occurred, it often involved both ground and air forces, where the A-5 (Q-5) excelled in combined air-ground combat.
In 1983, China delivered the specially developed Q-5C export model to Pakistan, also known as Q-5Ⅲ, forming the 16th Squadron of the Pakistan Air Force, replacing the B-57 tactical bombers of the 7th Squadron and reequipping the 26th “Black Spider” Squadron. Not only were improvements made, but the Pakistani side also conducted their modifications. Now the same 26th “Black Spider” Squadron had once again re-equipped with JF-17s, firmly establishing them as steadfast customers of Chinese fighters.
The Chinese Air Force volunteers were quite skilled in using them. Once they got used to the mismatched gauges of Pakistan’s aircraft, they quickly picked it up since it was all made in China. No one understood their products better than the Chinese themselves.
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More than a hundred people cloaked in non-reflective black uniforms blended into the darkness of the night, with nearby electronic monitoring devices rendered dysfunctional by their strange equipment. Each device lost its original function, even sending false signals of everything being normal back to the Peshawar Air Force Base monitoring center, while completely disregarding the figures rapidly moving past.
Two Pakistani base guards stood outside a barbed wire fence with a military dog. The temperature difference between day and night was large, and facing the night wind, the two soldiers shielded each other against it while lighting cigarettes.
The purebred German Shepherd, Lafi, vigilantly observed the surroundings. Although it only had four hours of duty daily, spending most of its time in the kennel or training, it cherished every minute of those four hours, keeping a watchful eye around.
Woof!
Lafi’s pointed ears perked up, and it crouched slightly, alert for something.
“What’s wrong, Lafi? Is it a rabbit?”
The dog’s owner, who had just extinguished his lighter, smiled and took a deep drag from his cigarette while raising his AK-47, aiming it into the darkness beyond the wire fence, the flashlight beam sweeping over the area.
“Maybe it’s a rabbit. But Lafi is a good dog, unlike Marshall’s Tina, who would rush at a gazelle and howl. Damn it, does she really think she’s a shepherd dog?” Another guard, following protocol, also raised his AK-47 while holding a cigarette and chambered a round.
The scorching heat of the day gave way to chilly nights, and wrapped in military gear soaked with sweat, he needed a smoke to stay alert during the night shift.
Suddenly, several laser dots appeared on the guards, signaling an unexpected shift.
Before Lafi’s owner could register anything, his body stiffened, the cigarette slipping from his lips as a red bullet hole the size of a finger appeared between his brows, a trickle of crimson flowing down his frozen expression.
As for the other guard, he barely had time to utter a sound before slowly collapsing as well.
The German Shepherd, Lafi, also fell silent, his body riddled with five or six bullet holes, indicating he had been attacked at nearly the same moment as his owner.
A few figures dressed in black special forces uniforms emerged from the shadows, raising their Israeli-made TAR-21 assault rifles equipped with silencers. They turned, gesturing with their hands toward the direction of the two fallen Pakistani guards, indicating that the area was clear to pass.
Then, with a wave of their hands, more figures in the same black combat uniforms emerged from the darkness, covering each other with their guns. They cautiously advanced, silently dragging away the bodies of the two guards and their dog while removing walkie-talkies in preparation for possible security checks.
Taking advantage of the chaos, this group quickly cut a large hole in the barbed wire and slipped through.
“Captain Ali, thank you for your assistance! In the coming days, we have another batch of equipment to be delivered here. We hope you can continue to escort it safely.”
At the entrance of the sturdy three-story building of the Persian Cat command center, Feng Chenye, the commander of the Chinese volunteer team, was sending off Colonel Ali Saweech, the liaison officer from Pakistan’s Peshawar Air Force Base. They had just finalized an important deal for military assistance and war supplies. This new equipment would strengthen the command center’s capabilities and allow for ongoing battlefield testing of new gear.
“No problem; we’ll ensure safety on the road and will escort it without any issues. Here, you must stay safe, and if needed, we can send people to reinforce the defense around your command center.”
Colonel Ali seriously shook hands with Captain Feng. This military assistance cooperation was a matter of mutual benefit for both China and Pakistan, representing one of their most vital military collaborations ever. It held exceptional strategic significance for stability in Central Asia and curbing India’s increasingly aggressive military expansion.
It justified Pakistan’s unique law against “damaging Sino-Pakistani friendship,” which had been instilled in the citizens from primary school. It emphasized China as Pakistan’s unwavering ally.
A smile spread across Captain Feng’s face as he looked at his comrades. Any military volunteer who made it this far was no rookie; they were battle-hardened veterans, akin to the Special Forces, although not all were top-tier soldiers.
