Chapter 190
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Chapter 190: The "Curry" Operation
Four F-20s from the Azrael Squadron were in the middle of changing their vector nozzles when the food poisoning incident struck, and the mechanics also fell ill. The FC-20 maintenance work had to be paused.
Therefore, the only aircraft able to intercept the "Tejas" was the FC-1 Fighter Jet. As for the F-16s, it seemed they had to do a last-minute swap, and the pilots of Team "Knights" were not fit to operate a non-Chinese system.
"Any sightings, Dragon Knight?"
As the lead pilot, "Meat Sauce" glanced at the radar screen, there was no reaction.
"None! The radar shows nothing. If only the Tiger Shark could get airborne." Lin Mo pressed a few buttons on the control panel in frustration. Although they received an alert from the ground radar station, there had been no response since their departure.
Currently, Pakistan still had other warning aircraft, but they were on different missions. The only aircraft responsible for this area was the Tiger Shark, and they had become the main battleground for aerial combat.
Just five minutes ago, a frontline arms depot was attacked, resulting in the loss of dozens of tons of ammunition, which was a huge blow to the ground troops.
"Right now, it’s just the two of us able to fly. The other fighter jets at different bases are also on missions and can’t come to help. We can only rely on ourselves for now."
"This is really unfortunate. Could it be a conspiracy?"
"Hard to say. At least it was just a laxative; if it had been poison, it would have been terrible."
Unless there was a full-scale war emergency, pilots are absolutely not allowed to fly when injured or fatigued.
"Meat Sauce" stared at the radar screen for a moment, then said, "The target is likely maintaining ultra-low altitude maneuvers; only that can avoid radar detection."
Ultra-low altitude maneuvers are the only way for fighter jets to take advantage of radar blind spots.
If they accidentally appeared near the radar station, well, that would be unfortunate!
"Persian Cat calling Team ‘Knights.’ According to special forces reconnaissance reports, the target has appeared at longitude ×× and latitude ××. Please intercept immediately!"
"Team ‘Knights’ received." Today it was "Meat Sauce’s" turn to respond as the leader; he and Lin Mo swapped lead pilot positions every other day.
"Meat Sauce" was indeed right; the enemy was using the radar blind spot for ultra-low altitude maneuvers but could not escape human eyes.
Reconnaissance teams, performing other missions on the ground, spotted the Indian fighter jets. They quickly reported the information, which was rapidly forwarded through various levels until it finally reached the Peshawar Air Force Base’s Persian Cat command center.
A young boy named Mushawari, wearing a small felt hat, hummed a shepherd’s tune as he herded a hundred sheep towards the lushest hillside.
Even with the threat of war looming, life had to go on for this ordinary shepherd in Pakistan.
Boom!
A fierce wind whipped through the valley above, resembling thunder in his ears. Startled, Mushawari clamped his hands over his ears and dropped to the ground, desperately covering his ears without releasing his grip.
As he nearly became dizzy from the shock, the frightened sheep scattered wildly at the foot of the valley, completely breaking formation.
"Oh God, what’s happening!" A mix of fear and shock washed over Mushawari as he raised his head just in time to see two massive black shapes rush overhead. He only caught a glimpse of their crimson tails before they vanished across the valley.
It was the Indians’ planes!
Mushawari saw the scattered sheep and waved his staff furiously at the sky, wishing he could knock the two wicked planes from the air.
Having recently witnessed several air battles, Mushawari could now distinguish which planes were from his homeland and which belonged to the dreaded Indians.
The roar of the Indian fighter jets nearly burst his eardrums. As he watched the aircraft fly away down the valley, he gritted his teeth and cursed those devils. If they were allowed to occupy this land, the days would be miserable for the Pakistani civilians.
"Target spotted! Found it, at four o’clock!"
Lin Mo once again demonstrated his incredible abilities. The radar had shown nothing, and it was beyond ordinary people’s visual range, yet he accurately detected the target far in the distance.
"Dragon Knight, you’re amazing!" "Meat Sauce" expressed his awe, speechless at Lin Mo’s keen eyesight. The Dragon Knight’s sharp vision was more effective than a radar system.
No one knew about Lin Mo’s secret weapon, but everyone was amazed by his super vision, which gave him a strong advantage in aerial combat, allowing him to strike first.
"Hurry! They’ve spotted us! Dragon Knight, if we lower our altitude, can you still track them?" Meat Sauce’s gaze quickly caught several flashes on the on-board radar; the enemy fighter jets appeared on their scan.
Almost simultaneously, both sides discovered each other, then a flash, and they disappeared again.
Lin Mo gave Meat Sauce a thumbs-up from the cockpit. "No problem! I can track them, don’t worry."
As long as light was everywhere, the vision of a light element warrior would also be everywhere.
Meat Sauce began to appreciate Lin Mo’s long-range tracking ability, which was like using a cheat code in battle.
Each had their own secret skills, and Meat Sauce had no intention of delving into Lin Mo’s talent. Some gifts were simply beyond imitation.
"Let’s move! Ultra-low altitude maneuvers! Be careful, control your speed and lead time, and don’t crash into a mountain!" Meat Sauce pushed the control stick, and the aircraft lowered quickly, diving into the mountains, with Lin Mo closely following.
The two FC-1 Fighter Jets began a game of hide and seek with two Tejas jets in the vast mountainous area. The sound of their battle engines roared, but the fighter jets were nowhere to be seen.
For Chinese pilots, ultra-low altitude combat was a tradition.
The newly established Northeast Democratic United Army Aviation School built the foundation for the new air force. Pilots learned ultra-low altitude maneuvering skills to outsmart enemies and protect their aircraft when their craft’s performance was inferior.
After the founding of the country, the J-10 series was developed from the MiG series jets, especially the J-7 and J-8, which enriched both low-altitude and high-altitude combat tactics, ensuring every pilot in New China possessed remarkable high-speed combat capabilities.
"Meat Sauce, watch out! The enemy is very bold; they’re coming straight for us!" The Airborne Light Mirror Technique detected that the enemy not only identified them at the same time but also pressed forward through the natural maze of the mountains.
"Got it! Dragon Knight, nice work! It looks like they’re tough customers."
The unusual movements of the two Tejas jets caught Meat Sauce’s attention. In enemy territory, their proactive ambush was not mere arrogance; they would not risk defeat without genuine skill.
"Their position has changed. Be aware, there’s a valley opening fifteen seconds ahead; they’ll come out to flank us."
Combining the terrain map, Lin Mo accurately tracked the location of the two Tejas. It appeared the enemy was well aware of the terrain, setting a trap for him and Meat Sauce.
Lin Mo was nearly as perceptive as a high-altitude satellite, leaving Meat Sauce in awe. Just a tiny glimmer of metal reflecting sunlight could provide such precise information—what an astonishing talent!
Meat Sauce’s understanding was worlds apart from reality.
"Slow down! I’ll use a Vertical Reverse to wait for them. What about you, Dragon Knight?"
He reduced fuel supply and controlled the speed, preparing a nice counterattack; Meat Sauce quickly formulated a strategy.
The Vertical Reverse maneuver resembled a performance-level hammer maneuver but was meant for combat. It emphasized offense, using a vertical energy exchange to turn and dive while rolling to attack a target that dared to flank them.
This maneuver was common in head-on confrontations yet could also utilize the terrain to hide. They could suddenly spring from the mountains, discovering their target while executing a diving attack, instantly switching roles from hunter to prey.
In aerial combat, the ability to detect the enemy first provided an offensive advantage, which is why visual acuity was highly prioritized when selecting pilots.
"I’ll use an ultra-low altitude Cobra maneuver, wahaha!" Lin Mo laughed menacingly. The J-10 had performed the ultra-low Cobra maneuver, but the FC-1 had yet to try it; this was a rare opportunity!
With the gold giant dragon to back them up, there was no worry about losing control.
"Wow! You’re amazing!" Meat Sauce was certain that his partner Dragon Knight was indeed the same crazy J-10 performer who secured several hundred million dollar orders at the Zhuhai Airshow, whose remarkable feats were awe-inspiring.
Only elite pilots who meticulously mastered the J-10’s capabilities could achieve a Cobra maneuver, but someone willing to risk their life for an ultra-low altitude Cobra was likely a master of aerial combat way beyond the J-10 test pilots.
Now, here was someone willing to perform an ultra-low altitude Cobra maneuver with the FC-1—a total daredevil.
Meat Sauce’s lips quivered, and he couldn’t find the words to express his feelings.
"Countdown! Five, four…"
The two FC-1 jets instantly separated, each beginning their exaction plan.
"Red Curry, the enemy is passing! Sidewinder missiles, prepare!"
"Yes, Bull, I’m ready."
The two Tejas jets flying through the winding valley were communicating continuously over the channel.
"Look, it’s passed! It seems like only one is left! Where’s the other?"
"Maybe it’s still hidden. Let’s hurry and catch up!"
"…three, two, one! Maneuvers begin!"
Just as Meat Sauce’s FC-1 shot through the valley entrance, the two Tejas jets chased out from the side of the forked valley, rapidly pursuing Meat Sauce’s tail.
Vroom, vroom!
Two streams of fire shot out.
Yet unexpectedly, nothing was hit. The entire attack trajectory was empty, with everything disappearing into the valley’s end.
