Chapter 183
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Chapter 183: One Man, One Fighter Jet!
Like performing a daring acrobatic act, the FC-1 Fighter Jet sped through the red streams of the anti-aircraft machine guns, swiftly maneuvering as it charged forward fearlessly, scattering cannon fire and rockets that reduced the Indian air defense positions to a state of frustration.
In war, especially in the face of high-tech aerial combat weapons, life is fragile.
Lin Mo harbored no feelings of pity or guilt. According to the first saying for recruits in the Su Lan Empire: When you pick up a weapon, your kindness has already been devoured by beasts; you become a demon, a bloodthirsty demon!
In the eyes of the Indians, Lin Mo’s lone FC-1 Fighter Jet had transformed into the embodiment of a devil. It did not matter if you fled or played dead; the 23mm cannon rounds would ruthlessly tear your body apart, turning your flesh into fragments and smoke, re-nourishing the mountains, waters, trees, and all living beings around.
As Lin Mo entered a killing frenzy, he furiously pressed the cannon firing button, battling the ground anti-aircraft fire, clearing out one Indian fire point after another, unable to restrain his roar: "Dragon Knight Corps! Charge!"
The point fire system of the mounted 23mm cannon was specially configured to fire only 10 rounds per burst. A standard ammunition belt of 220 rounds provided Lin Mo with 22 chances to attack with the cannon.
"Is that kid going insane?!” ZDK-03 early warning aircraft "Tiger Shark” and the other pilots on the channel glanced at each other in disbelief.
Lin Mo’s reckless shout caused everyone who heard it to blink in unison.
Is there even a "Dragon Knight Corps"?
Although the fighter jets they piloted were named "Fierce Dragon" and "FC-1,"
Lin Mo, filled with bloodlust, completely forgot whether he was a fighter pilot in this world or a Dragon Knight of the Su Lan Empire in another realm, letting his pride as an aerial knight flow freely.
Yes, Lin Mo had gone mad, but the Indians were going mad too. Pakistan had shattered India’s layered defenses and offensive plans with just one "FC-1" Fighter Jet.
What more could they do? How to retaliate?
They might as well surrender!
They were only facing a light supersonic fighter jet, and it wasn’t even the most advanced one.
It was merely a mass-produced third-generation ordinary model, yet the Indian side couldn’t even protect their air defense positions. First, the nearby radar station was destroyed, then a cluster bomb directly hit the anti-aircraft artillery positions.
This damned "FC-1" even dared to engage the anti-aircraft machine gun positions in crossfire; was it not already insane?!
Yet no one could bring this madman down from the skies. As long as Lin Mo appeared in the air, he relentlessly attacked the Indian military’s controlled area without hesitation, even crossing the Kashmir ceasefire line without any concern.
It’s either you die, or I live. This is Lin Mo’s battlefield survival rule from living two lives.
Blinded by fury, Lin Mo knew nothing of holding back.
What mighty forces, what righteous armies—he discarded all such notions and unleashed the combined power of modern weaponry like the scythe of death.
The ground crew at Peshawar Air Force Base joined Lin Mo in madness, loading heavy assault munitions onto the wings of his FC-1 Fighter Jet without hesitation. Heavy aerial bombs, incendiary bombs, and cloud-burst bombs were all rotated in for attachment.
A 250-kilogram bomb could directly uproot over fifty cubic meters of earth and stone; within a radius of thirty to forty meters, wherever the shockwave passed, both man and beast would meet their end.
With such devastating firepower dropped down, India’s ground troops stood no chance.
In the sky, "Meat Sauce," "Wild Chicken," and "Gold Coin" watched, stunned. Was this really bait? Had they ever seen a "bait" fight so fiercely against the Indians?
Just witnessing this ferocity was enough to drive the Indians crazy.
This was no longer just bait; it was breaking down their doors and smashing their windows, preparing to set their houses ablaze.
Finally, the Indian Air Force showed up: four Mirage-2000 jets, charging at Lin Mo like furious bandits, ready to wreak havoc.
Alright, this wasn’t drawn out; this was forced upon them!
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"‘Dragon Knight,’ target detected, four Mirage-2000s, be careful! ‘Meat Sauce’ and the others are heading your way!"
The warning aircraft "Tiger Shark" timely alerted Lin Mo. Having a warning aircraft is beneficial; foreign experts estimate that the combat effectiveness can differ by at least 7 to 30 times whether it’s used or not.
"Target detected!"
Lin Mo clicked away at the control panel, releasing all ground attack weapons while jettisoning the auxiliary fuel tank, which exploded over the Indian troops like an incendiary bomb, causing chaos and screams.
He had done this many times before.
The air force possesses a natural advantage over the army, able to attack while remaining untouchable.
The FC-1 Fighter Jet no longer lingered on ground attacks; it suddenly turned to charge towards the four Mirage-2000 jets. If he turned and fled, he might hold on until the FC-20s arrived.
To everyone’s surprise, Lin Mo launched an attack against the four.
They did not know the risks he was taking; everyone gasped as they stared at the radar screen. The enemy was not just a stationary anti-aircraft position.
"Dragon Knight, Dragon Knight, what are you doing? Retreat now, come back!"
The voice of the soldier from the Persian Cat command center, usually sweet, now overflowed with urgency.
"Target detected, lock on!" Lin Mo, unaffected, activated the AIM-7F Sparrow mid-range missile under the wing for beyond-visual-range lock. "Launch!"
Despite the frantic calls from the Persian Cat command center, Lin Mo calmly pressed the launch button.
I have been waiting for you for a long time!
A flash of flame erupted from under the wing, sending a white trail into the sky.
Almost simultaneously, the radar screen displayed that the enemy had also launched two "Astra" air-to-air missiles.
"Hmph!" A scoff escaped Lin Mo’s nostrils.
Why do these Indians never switch it up? Other than the unstable "Astra," can they not bring in some imported goods? Even the original "Mica" missiles for the Mirage-2000 would work!
In supersonic mode, the FC-1 raised its left wing at a 45-degree angle, making a wide turn.
It was like a duel, where the samurai sought the best attack angle, based on the onboard radar scanning. The enemy had not even entered visual range, yet Lin Mo was already preparing for the attack.
When Lin Mo finally saw the enemy, two Astra missiles with long flame trails were already rushing toward him.
Air-to-air missiles are not cannon bullets; they are limited in number and quite costly, making it impossible to fire them continuously.
He twisted the joystick, adjusted the angle relative to the incoming missiles, and Lin Mo calmly prepared for evasive maneuvers. He wouldn’t just rely on the cannon to take down the missiles; it was better to conserve his ammunition.
Boom!
He suddenly maxed out the thrust under the wings, executing a high-angle serpentine maneuver to evade. The FC-1 calculated and adjusted the angle, darting between the two Astra missiles.
Triggered by guidance, the Astra did not have time to adjust its angle and detonated directly, but the high-overload missile, while fast, had difficulty turning around. The detonation modes included direct hit or proximity detonation.
As Lin Mo’s FC-1 passed near the Astra, the missile exploded, but the two sides crossed each other, and the exploding shrapnel could only futilely pursue the tail flame of the FC-1, creating two beautiful red fireballs as it exploded behind.
However, the four Mirage-2000 jets were not so fortunate; their lack of maneuverability was immediately exposed, and with Indian pilots far less trained than those from China, America, or Russia, one of them was taken down by an AIM-7F Sparrow missile.
The "one against four" quickly turned into "one against three"!
The personnel at both "Tiger Shark" and the Persian Cat were collectively stunned.
"Quick, hurry up! If you don’t go now, it’ll be too late!"
Three FC-20s rushed toward the air combat zone involving Lin Mo and the three Mirage-2000 jets, even entering supersonic mode in their urgency.
The pilots of the three FC-20s quickly shouted something that brought the personnel of "Tiger Shark" and "Persian Cat" back to their senses.
"Hurry! If you’re late, the Dragon Knight will finish them off; this guy is amazing! We don’t want to be left with nothing!"
"Dragon Knight, slow down; leave a few for us! Just three jets—one for each of us!"
"Right, right! Your mission is over, Dragon Knight. Go take a break!"
Incredibly, these three were not coming to rescue but to steal the credit, fearing that if they were late, Lin Mo would shoot down all three remaining Mirage-2000s. They had carefully planned this for a long time; now that the Indians had finally taken the bait, they didn’t want all the credit going to Lin Mo.
At this rate, Lin Mo would surely become a super ace!
At an altitude of 15,000 meters, shedding the auxiliary fuel tank, the three silver swallows flew at nearly the theoretical supersonic limit of the FC-20, with only silence trailing far behind them, until two or three seconds later, they were met with a thunderous roar like a clap of thunder.
"Sorry, brothers, I’m going ahead!"
Lin Mo made no apologies as he piloted the FC-1 Fighter Jet like an iron knight sprinting forward into the chaotic formation of Mirage-2000s.
As he boosted the engine, he didn’t forget to shout, "Dragon Knight Corps! Charge!"
One man, one fighter jet; in the eyes of the Mirage-2000 pilots, it seemed like a legion was crushing toward them with overwhelming momentum, leaving nothing behind in their wake.
One fighter jet forged the might of a massive squadron.
