Chapter 179
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Chapter 179: I Haven’t Had Enough Fun Yet!
“Meat Sauce, half the cannon ammo remaining, one Sparrow missile, one Sidewinder, Rocket Pod fully loaded, and one 250-kilogram bomb. Fuel can last for 45 minutes.”
“Dragon Knight, one third of the cannon ammo remaining, only one Sparrow missile, Rocket Pod fully loaded, one 250-kilogram bomb. Fuel can last for 40 minutes.”
“Old Hen, half the cannon ammo remaining, no missiles, Rocket Pod fully loaded, one 250-kilogram bomb. Fuel can last for 50 minutes.”
“Night Hawk, two thirds of the cannon remaining, two Cobras, Rocket Pod fully loaded, two 250-kilogram bombs. Fuel can last for 30 minutes.”
“Snow Fox, no cannon ammo remaining, one Cobra, Rocket Pod fully loaded, two 250-kilogram bombs. Fuel can last for 30 minutes.”
“Caviar, no cannon ammo remaining, one Cobra, Rocket Pod fully loaded, two 250-kilogram bombs. Fuel can last for 30 minutes.”
“Continue the attack mission!”
The Persian Cat command center was pleased with the unexpectedly low damage rate from this mission, with only one fighter jet lost—well within an acceptable range. This scale of air combat was quite significant.
Boom!
In the far distance, a fireball erupted as an Indian Mirage-2000 exploded in the sky, and a parachute slowly descended, yet it ultimately could not escape disaster.
Then two more explosions occurred at an altitude of one thousand meters on an unknown mountain range. The remaining Mirage-2000 had evaded two AIM-7F Sparrow air-to-air missiles, and after surviving narrowly, it showed no fight left, turning back and fleeing quickly, climbing high and vanishing into the clouds.
Continuing the chase was unnecessary; given the Mirage-2000’s pitiful range, staying in combat might risk running out of fuel for a return trip.
With one member absent, the three Chinese volunteer teams dove toward the operational target again.
Up ahead, the ‘Black Panther’ Squadron 1 had already started bombing. Faint red light flickered on the horizon as the unfortunate Indian armored division, still shaken from the first round of bombing, braced for another strike. The Pakistani military was fully geared for retaliation.
“Dragon Knight, come with me to eliminate another camp!” Lin Mo wanted to witness the ground beneath him engulfed in flames, but Meat Sauce shouted for him to follow attacking a newly discovered camp of Pakistani special forces.
It wasn’t far. About five minutes later, they found the camp. The Pakistani special forces on the ground began illuminating key targets with laser guidance, their guiding radar simultaneously detecting the glaring laser beams as they heard the roar of jet engines.
Tracers flew upward from ground-mounted anti-aircraft guns, forming dazzling threads that connected heaven and earth—a beautiful yet deadly touch of death. A light caress on a fighter jet would surely lead to it exploding mid-air in a vibrant burst of fiery colors.
This Indian mountain camp was cleverly hidden in a cliff’s recess and had developed caves for troop concealment.
The blind anti-air fire posed no threat to experienced ace pilots like Lin Mo and Meat Sauce. They elegantly adjusted their wings and soared past, followed by a burst of fireballs from the ground, explosions lighting up the wings and cockpit.
From the air, reconnaissance would probably miss this dead spot, but the ground’s Pakistani scouts found this hidden site by scaling mountains on foot.
Lin Mo and Meat Sauce deployed cluster bombs, powerful explosives similar in concept to cluster munitions.
Two waves of screaming bombs rained down on the recessed position beneath the cliff, resulting in heavy casualties among the unsuspecting Indian soldiers. Their cries became a cacophony as they realized it was too late to react.
Team Knights even looked down on the anti-aircraft guns that still fought back from the ground. Pakistani sharpshooters would handle them, and soon after a few small bursts of fireballs, the anti-aircraft positions fell silent.
“Knight Team has completed the attack, requesting to return!”
“Confirming completion of the attack, permission to return granted!”
“Beep beep!” Several points appeared on the radar screen—it was enemy aircraft.
“Fourteen Indian Air Force jets detected! Team Knights, Ghoul Squadron, Wild Wolf Squadron, and Black Panther 1 have completed their attacks and are withdrawing!” The communication personnel on the Tiger Shark warning aircraft sounded alarms.
This was indeed bad news; the Indians were becoming enraged.
“Now, the F-16 group from the 9th ‘Lion and Heron’ Squadron has taken off to provide support!”
Captain Feng’s voice came over the Persian Cat command center’s channel, indicating that Peshawar Air Force Base was ready, sending fighter jets to escort Lin Mo and the others back after completing their mission.
The Pakistani air combat formation began to change its formation.
If you want to fight, then let’s fight! The Pakistani Air Force is not to be trifled with; they have never backed down after so many years against the Indians.
“Team Knights, Ghoul Squadron, Wild Wolf Squadron, and Black Panther 1, you all did a great job! Now it’s up to our Lion and Heron Squadron and Black Widow Squadron!”
“Target confirmed! Six Su-30s, four Mirage-2000s, and four MiG-21s! We expect contact in fifteen minutes! Hurry, or you’ll turn into a military medal for the Indians!”
The warning aircraft, Tiger Shark, announced the latest intelligence on the channel.
“Brothers, return home!”
After dropping their bombs and clearing the inventory, the Chinese pilot volunteers and the Pakistani Black Panther 1 Squadron quickly made their way back without stopping.
The following battles would be covered by the Pakistani 9th Squadron’s F-16s and the 26th Black Widow Squadron, surrounding the invading Indian Air Force.
It was a tense standoff, ready to explode into a major aerial battle at any moment.
If it weren’t for low fuel and almost depleted ammunition, Lin Mo would have loved to stay for a few more rounds, truly using missiles and cannons to shoot down enemy aircraft, solidifying his status as a real ace pilot.
“Get back for refueling; I want to come back for more battles!” Everyone on the channel heard Lin Mo seemingly talking to himself; this guy still wasn’t done fighting.
“Dragon Knight, aren’t you tired?”
The familiar voice of the Old Hen from Ghoul Squadron chimed in, recognizing Lin Mo’s earlier intense maneuvers and the terrible overload and mental strain it caused. If he were in Lin Mo’s place, he would certainly be soaked with sweat, his arms and legs trembling.
“Tired?! Of course not, I haven’t had enough fun yet!”
“……”
The group of pilots fell silent collectively, like they had been struck dumb.
Ten minutes in the air equals ten years on the ground; under normal circumstances, fighter pilots cannot frequently take off.
Not only do fighter pilots need enough stamina to endure the high-overload maneuvering, but they also must maintain their reflexes and focus, which means actual combat time is very brief. Most of their time is spent on the ground, learning or resting, and this is a mandatory regulation.
Yet, there was one Dragon Knight from another world within the squad, whose extraordinary stamina seemed to disregard the physical toll of air combat, fueling an even greater eagerness to fight.
After about twenty minutes of battle, the other pilots, showing some fatigue both physically and mentally, were ill-suited for a fierce aerial clash with the energetic Indian jets.
“Gold……uh! Dragon Knight, return! That’s an order!”
Captain Feng’s repeated command came through, specifically directing Lin Mo. He worried this guy might turn around and engage with the Indian Air Force again due to his overwhelming desire to fight. This man’s battle drive was unprecedented, and he was a fervent air combat enthusiast—otherwise, how could he create a fighter jet specifically for himself? Despite Captain Feng viewing this as an impossible task, it proved how combative this young pilot was.
Ah, it’s just the Gold Coin name rolling off the tongue, how luxurious; why did this kid change his code name again?!
Captain Feng was indeed troubled by Lin Mo’s sudden change of code name and the convoluted thoughts surrounding the name "Dragon Knight."
He was well aware of how formidable this pilot was, having previously completed special missions and gained an A+ in physical evaluations, never experiencing typical flight symptoms like Blackout or Redout—he was a rare ace pilot. Based on today’s results, he was indeed a true ace.
“Yes!” Lin Mo’s reply inevitably lost some of its enthusiasm.
After completing the bombing and escort mission, the ground crew at Peshawar Air Force Base sprang into action again, checking aircraft, replacing consumables, and replenishing fuel and ammunition for emergency combat tasks.
The Chinese volunteer pilots were taken to a rest and standby tent.
Though it was a temporary structure, it was quite spacious, made up of three or four tents around a hundred square meters each, providing eating, sleeping, personal hygiene, and meeting facilities, along with a small bar area for relaxation.
After enjoying a cold shower, healthcare workers helped relieve their tense muscles. Despite feeling like wealthy elites at the moment, once they hit the battlefield, they would have to fight for their lives with no chance to escape. If anything went wrong, there would be no trace left behind.
"Haha! Caviar, one can for each! The most nutritious food! Let’s celebrate my opening record! Hahaha…" The Russian volunteer pilot, Caviar, returned to the dorm with a large box of Caucasian caviar, sharing it with everyone. The Pakistani pilots joined in the celebration of today’s achievements, and he was overjoyed, exclaiming, "If anyone wants vodka, tell me, and we’ll have a good drink!"
This old guy doesn’t seem to care about getting a fine for flying under the influence; he should be a salesman instead of a fighter jet pilot.
