Chapter 186
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Chapter 186: Dragon Knight Corps! Charge!
The swarm of 23mm cannon bullets surged forth like a group of deadly sprites, leaving behind fatal trails wherever they passed. Perhaps they hit a hostile aircraft, ripping apart countless metal fragments that floated chaotically in the air. A plane, previously flying smoothly, suddenly erupted in flames, transforming into a thick ball of black and gray smoke as the fire consumed everything within.
In a frenzied display of maneuvering, Lin Mo barely paid attention to standard combat techniques, extracting every ounce of performance from the FC-1 Fighter Jet. The gold giant dragon maintained the aircraft’s structure, allowing Lin Mo to wildly push the FC-1 to exceed limits with outrageous maneuvers that made viewers’ hearts race, as it seemed on the verge of disintegrating mid-air.
The FC-1’s theoretical limit of 8G was stretched to an incredible near 11G by Lin Mo’s incredible control.
However, who could afford to pay attention to just how amazing and dazzling Lin Mo’s maneuvers were at this moment?
It wasn’t just a three-hit combo or a four-hit combo. Ever since entering the Indian fighter formation, Lin Mo’s FC-1 unleashed chaos as if it were a tiger among sheep. He struck relentlessly, creating a scene of bloodshed and havoc, and he had long since lost track of how many enemy fighters he had shot down.
Perhaps only the onboard video and combat recording devices could capture Lin Mo’s exploits.
It was safe to say that the speed of printing “currency” was not nearly as fast as Lin Mo’s record of takedowns.
The reflexes and physical endurance of ordinary fighter pilots could never compare to those of a Dragon Knight. Even if their aircraft were a notch below, they were still ruthlessly outmatched by the Dragon Knight.
This star-covered FC-1 was absolutely terrifying; it was no mere "FC-1," but rather a fighter disguised as one—a stealthy F-22 Raptor or perhaps a J-20.
As the mad air blitz tactics took down one Indian fighter after another, the balance of victory shifted entirely towards Pakistan. While the Indian pilots’ eyes reflected panic, they mistakenly thought that the stars representing their losses were actual indicators of shot-down aircraft.
The Indian formation collapsed, their spirit broken.
“Devil! Devil!”
“Retreat, hurry and retreat!”
Ignoring the risk of missiles nipping at their tails, the Indian fighter group finally could not hold it together any longer, dispersing chaotically back towards Indian airspace in a panic.
The ZDK-03 warning aircraft, Tiger Shark, quickly tallied the results and sent the battle status to the Persian Cat command center. News of the Indian Air Force’s collapse rapidly spread through multiple bases like Peshawar Air Force Base, accompanied by cheers of celebration.
Even the injured pilots from Peshawar Air Force Base, who had been sidelined in the hospital due to recent attacks, couldn’t resist jumping from their beds to join in the celebration upon hearing the news.
“Notify the squadron: Do not pursue a defeated enemy! One squadron should continue patrolling while the others return to base!”
Captain Feng and Colonel Ali simultaneously issued the latest orders to both sides of pilots!
At this point, the Pakistani fighter jets had already penetrated nearly 100 kilometers into Indian airspace, while the ground anti-aircraft artillery positions and machine guns fired scattered ineffective shots from below. Fighter jets equipped with Rocket Pods were busy unloading munitions on the ineffective anti-aircraft positions, igniting bursts of deadly fireballs.
More than twenty minutes later, the participating squadrons began their return trip, a massive formation of F-16s, FC-20s, A-5s, and FC-1s, led by one FC-1 fighter jet.
The well-deserved super ace, Lin Mo, the highest takedown scorer, had likely shot down an entire squadron during this chaotic battle.
All the reinforcements showered their super ace with the corresponding honors. As the FC-1 landed first, Lin Mo was dragged from the cockpit by enthusiastic ground crew members, thrown into the air again and again in celebration.
“Wow!” Lin Mo seized the opportunity to escape the wildly enthusiastic crew, quickly bolting back to the Persian Cat command center, clutching his helmet and wiping the sweat off his face, “That was insane! Will I even survive this?”
“Well done, Dragon Knight!” Captain Feng flashed a thumbs-up at Lin Mo, who had rushed into the command center for refuge, and it was clear that this baiting character had snatched the spotlight from others.
“Captain Feng, this is just the beginning, and it’s already this wild; I can’t handle it!” Lin Mo gasped, finding these enthusiastic welcome parties even scarier than the Indian fighter jets.
“Get used to it! The surprise you gave them was too great! Congratulations, super ace!” Captain Feng smiled as he patted Lin Mo’s shoulder, pulled out a chair for him to sit, and turned to a team member responsible for battlefield statistics, saying, “Check Lin Mo’s battle record!”
The Persian Cat command center’s array of over thirty small computers quickly generated the battle report, resembling a performance evaluation from a business company, with categories for independent takedowns, collaborative takedowns, wounding and fleeing, and accidental self-destructs.
Soon, Lin Mo’s “report card” was printed out.
“Look at this! You owe us dinner tonight!” Captain Feng glanced at the freshly printed and still warm performance report before stuffing it into Lin Mo’s hands.
In total, 35 Indian fighter jets were downed, with Lin Mo personally taking down eight. There were no cooperative takedown records; all were independent kills, including one Su-30MKI, two Mirage-2000s, one MiG-29, and four Indian-made LCA Tejas.
What does this mean?!
PLENTY OF CASH
"Monsters" can now acquire even more parts. The Pakistani Air Force has always had a good reputation, never defaulting on salaries, so Lin Mo can confidently shoot down enemy aircraft for rewards. The feeling of 23mm high-caliber bullets hitting fighter jets, creating showers of metal fragments and flames, is truly intoxicating.
As the crew members of the Tiger Shark jokingly said, Lin Mo should really become a mercenary; the more money he gets, the more powerful he becomes, and his achievements are directly proportional to his bonuses.
This battle was exhilarating, with several Chinese volunteer pilots’ questionable ideas achieving unexpectedly successful results.
Pakistan’s losses were also significant, having six fighter jets shot down, including one F-16. Two pilots lost their lives, but fortunately, the other ejected pilots were rescued by the 81st "Kangaroo" SAR helicopter squadron.
Chinese volunteer pilots, due to their exceptional skills, each scored victories without any casualties. The disparity in equipment and training between large and small nations reflects a qualitative difference rooted in basic social and cultural standards as well as industrial and technological foundations.
Little India, besides its large population, falls short in the aviation industry compared to China.
“Dragon Knights! Dragon Knights! We’re ready to go!”
Lin Mo jumped out of bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked, “What’s going on? What happened?”
To be honest, he was more sensitive to the codename "Dragon Knights" than he was to "Gold Coins."
“Meanwari is about to be bombed, and the Persian Cat has ordered us to attack immediately.”
In the same dorm, Meat Sauce was already geared up, and they could hear piercing emergency takeoff alarms sounding throughout the airport.
“Okay!” Lin Mo shifted into combat mode, feeling energized as he followed Meat Sauce out of the dorm. The airport was already bustling, with various supply vehicles coming and going.
Since the main fuel depot was bombed, Peshawar Air Force Base still hadn’t regained its strength and relied on temporary fuel storage facilities for aircraft refueling.
The combat-ready fighter jets had been towed to the tarmac for final checks.
“Dragon Knight, physiological tests are clear. You are cleared to board.” To save time, Lin Mo directly activated the Kua Fu system. Using the life detection module within his armor, he passed the pre-boarding medical check and was the first to board the FC-20.
Team "Knights" and the Ghoul Squadron took off in a combined formation, while nine FC-1s from the Black Spider Squadron served as the main interceptors.
“Team ‘Knights’ has taken off and is heading south. Expected to reach the interception point in eighteen minutes.” Lin Mo piloted the FC-20 alongside his partner Meat Sauce in formation.
One kilometer down the runway, the Ghoul Squadron and Black Spider Squadron took off in tight succession right behind them.
“Persian Cat calling Team ‘Knights’ and the Ghoul Squadron; the coordinates of the Indian bomber group have been sent.” The Persian Cat forwarded the enemy aircraft information detected by the ground radar station.
Four Tu-22M3 Backfire bombers escorted by eight LCA Tejas and four Su-30MKIs formed a powerful formation, and when the ground radar station scanned the Indian air group, it immediately analyzed their route.
Meanwari Air Force Base is the training base for Pakistani Air Force pilots, housing the 1st “Lahore” Squadron along with several training aircraft, but they mainly consist of the American-made T-37 basic trainers and the Chinese-made K-8 advanced trainers. Clearly, they are not a match for the sixteen Indian fighter jets.
The Indians clearly wanted to eliminate them one by one, attempting to cut off Pakistan’s air force capabilities at the root. This tactic was insidious; while fighter jets may be easier to produce, training personnel is much harder. If the Indians succeeded, Pakistan’s air force would be severely impacted for the next five years.
“Dragon Knight Corps, charge!”
Lin Mo shouted at the top of his lungs, leading the charge at the front of the squadron in his FC-20.
“Uh, reminder to the Dragon Knight, there is currently no such formation as ‘Dragon Knight Corps’!” The Persian Cat remarked about Lin Mo’s continuous call for the "Dragon Knight Corps" during combat. It seemed that this fellow had really embraced the role of a Dragon Knight, taking it seriously.
He didn’t even consider that behind him were other squadrons and the Black Spider Squadron of Pakistan; how could he so recklessly impose a codename on them?
“Dragon Knight Corps! Charge!”
Before the soldier in the Persian Cat command center could finish speaking, the channel erupted with various strange yelps and calls, even the Pakistani pilots joined in.
The channel instantly burst into chaos!
With the super ace behaving like this, how could the followers possibly remain composed?
Well, the soldier in the Persian Cat command center completely shut her mouth; it really had turned into the "Dragon Knight Corps."
