Chapter 201
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Chapter 201: Super Maneuverability in the Urban Area
“Damn it, I curse…” The loud noise slightly faded, but the man barely managed to say a few words before another thunderous roar drowned him out. The powerful sound waves jolted him so hard that he felt like he was about to vomit blood, collapsing to the ground and retching violently, as if his insides were about to come out. He didn’t even notice that dark shadows swept over him, nearly brushing the treetops.
In just a few seconds, the thunder rolled away, and the surroundings returned to calm, with only the sound of the waves.
His ears still rang, and golden stars danced before his eyes. The man finally regained his composure, lacking even the strength to curse, struggling to take a few steps and collapsing on the beach, weakly muttering, “Damn air force! I curse you to explode into fragments before even taking off!”
Inside all the fighter cockpits, the close-range radio channel flipped into status. The voice of the lead fighter pilot, Dragon Knight, came through the headsets. This close-range radio was limited in power, with a transmission radius of only 1 kilometer; any farther would fade into mere noise, lost amid the electromagnetic radiation from various devices, effectively preventing India’s ground passive monitoring systems from detecting them.
“Dragon Knight reports, we have ten minutes until contact with the target. All units begin self-inspection of weapons.”
“Ghoul Squadron, received!”
“Wild Wolf Squadron, received!”
“Tiger Shark Squadron, received!”
It felt like an invisible wave swept through the formation.
Beep! A sharp alarm rang out in the cockpit.
Lin Mo leaned down to check the instruments and confirmed that the passive radar system had detected a strong radar wave sweeping across the sky.
Almost like a nest had been disturbed, various radar waves of differing strengths passed over them in rapid succession. The counter-surveillance systems in the cockpit blared warnings.
“We have been discovered!” Lin Mo and Meat Sauce said simultaneously.
Although they had penetrated deep into the Indian Peninsula, the ultra-low altitude flying allowed them to use the earth’s curvature to evade Indian air defense radars; it just delayed the chances of detection. India, as one of the world’s air force powers, did not have weak airspace. Neither China nor Pakistan had ever held any illusions that their aircraft could evade India’s air surveillance systems.
After all, Pakistan had deployed FC-20 fighter jets, A-5 attack aircraft, and F-16s, all of which were designed with consideration for India’s control over its airspace. However, the Indians were bound to be extremely shocked to find unidentified foreign fighter jets in their southern airspace. If their radar systems identified them, it would surely drive them crazy.
“From the 4 o’clock direction, two air defense missiles detected, identified as ‘Sky’ medium-range air defense missiles with an effective range of 20 kilometers. Everyone, take evasive action. Nearby is the ‘Rajendra’ three-coordinate phased array radar; Tiger Shark Squadron, this is your task.” Lin Mo warned everyone as the radar screen flickered, showing the incoming air defense missiles rapidly approaching.
“Tiger Shark Squadron, Lion Wing 1, activate active radar scanning and prepare anti-radiation missiles!”
“Lion Wing 1 received, radar activated, scanning confirmed, target detected, locked on!”
“Ready to launch!”
“Launch!”
Compared to the rapidly approaching Indian-made “Sky” air defense missiles, the immobile ground “Rajendra” radar station was easier to deal with. From the escorting F-16 squadron, the leftmost F-16’s wings suddenly burst with a burst of flames, launching a missile that curved sharply, heading toward a specific direction.
To combat the Indians’ detested radar, the Tiger Shark Squadron had specifically carried four AGM-88 HARM high-speed anti-radiation missiles, perfectly suited for this low-altitude high-speed launch scenario.
These missiles, which actively searched for radar waves and tracked signal sources, could be launched to pursue their targets independently, destroying the enemy’s radar systems. They were more effective than simply using cannons, bombs, or air-to-ground missiles, and even if the radar station shut down urgently, the missiles would continue to lock onto the last remembered position.
“Activate active radar, enter attack mode, Wild Wolf Squadron, continue toward the target. Meat Sauce and I will handle the air defense missiles.”
Seeing the rapidly approaching “Sky” air defense missiles, Lin Mo did not want to risk a maneuver that might provoke an explosion based on individual pilot skill; he decided to strike first.
“Okay!”
When it came to dealing with air defense and air-to-air missiles, no one could match Lin Mo. He launched missiles as easily as a child’s game, and his record was outstanding; entrusting him with the missiles would put anyone at ease.
The two FC-20s broke formation, moving towards the two incoming missiles.
The Indian soldiers who launched the “Sky” air defense missiles were left dumbfounded, their eyes nearly popping out, as they watched two fighter jets from the unidentified formation charging directly toward the incoming missiles. Were they trying to court death? It was well known that air defense missiles were the natural enemies of fighter jets; was this a challenge to their enemy?
“Dragon Knight, shall we each take one?”
“Okay!”
As Lin Mo spoke while executing a straight line roll maneuver towards the missile, his finger pressed the cannon button, unleashing a barrage of rounds!
The “Sky” air defense missiles posed a substantial threat to the F-16 and A-5, so Lin Mo decided to personally deal with them alongside Meat Sauce.
“Do as you please!” Without waiting to see the cannon’s effectiveness, Lin Mo pulled down on the control stick, executing a rapid, sharp half-turn, diving down like a hawk spotting a rabbit. In an instant, he plunged into the lower city streets, maneuvering at high speed through the alleys.
“This guy is crazy!” Meat Sauce shook his head. The urban landscape in India was not much better than in Pakistan; the streets and alleys were packed, filled with cables and wires, far denser than the “Spider Cave” from the novel “Journey to the West.” Any outsider would be left dumbfounded.
Incredibly, instead of crashing, Lin Mo’s FC-20 glided through the narrow spaces like a fish, astonishingly evading layers of obstacles and navigating the intricate environment, all while remaining completely unscathed. The only certainty was that in such a maddeningly complex terrain, not even air defense missiles—or even a barrage of Katyusha rockets—could touch him.
What was this guy trying to do? Was he putting on a free aerial show for the people of India?
This astonishingly precise maneuvering stirred feelings of envy and admiration.
Boom!
While marveling at Lin Mo’s flying skills, Meat Sauce’s eyes widened. This kid always struck first, taking advantage of his opponent’s weaknesses. It was almost becoming Lin Mo’s signature move; if he hadn’t witnessed it himself, he wouldn’t have believed such a technique existed.
Exchanging a few thousand dollars worth of cannon rounds for nearly a million-dollar air defense missile was a smart deal for Pakistanis and Chinese. However, for the Indians, it was a disaster; this transaction was utterly impossible.
Lin Mo didn’t care what the Indians thought. He wanted to gain the greatest advantage at the lowest cost, fully focused on piloting his FC-20 through the maze of alleys. If not for the Light Mirror Technique array providing precise navigation and detecting road conditions, as Meat Sauce feared, he would undoubtedly crash into a fireball.
Flying through the Tianmen Cave in Zhangjiajie paled in comparison to the difficulty Lin Mo faced in this environment. A slight miscalculation could lead to catastrophic results. Only the highly maneuverable FC-20 could perform like this; neither the FC-1 Fighter Jet nor the J-8 could manage such agile turns.
One had to admit that the Gold Coin played a significant role, as every small deviation had the Giant Dragon adjusting the aircraft’s angle, allowing Lin Mo to create this miraculous display of combat maneuvering through the urban landscape.
All the glass and light bulbs shattered from the roaring sound, while people in the streets scrambled in panic, covering their heads. Cars collided, causing chaos, and those inside homes didn’t even have the courage to poke their heads out and shout; everyone was terrified, thinking a rare lightning storm had swept through.
Imagining a fighter jet racing just above the ground, everywhere it went, it was like a disaster unfolding.
“This guy!” Out of the corner of his eye, Meat Sauce caught a glimpse of Lin Mo performing ultra-low altitude maneuvers on the ground below. He couldn’t help but curse as he swiftly shifted the control stick. The aircraft shot vertically upwards, barely brushing past the incoming “Sky” air defense missile.
That was close, but damn it, no provocation.
The missile evasion maneuvers felt superhuman. Meat Sauce didn’t have time to wipe the sweat from his brow, quickly pulling back on the stick and pivoting the FC-20 like a spinning top, flipping it downward.
Not triggering a missile explosion meant the threat of death still loomed; there would always be uncertainties in the sky.
“I’m coming, stabilize!”
Lin Mo’s voice reached Meat Sauce’s ears.
“What are you planning?!”
Although Meat Sauce had an inkling of why Lin Mo dove into the city for such reckless maneuvers, his mind couldn’t keep up with Lin Mo’s tactical imagination.
Before Meat Sauce could wait for a reply from Lin Mo, two or three rounds from the 23mm cannon zipped past his aircraft, startling him.
Boom!
Another dazzling fireball erupted just under five hundred meters from Meat Sauce’s plane, soaking his pressure suit with cold sweat.
“You’re insane! You’re stealing my job!” Meat Sauce roared. Lin Mo suddenly darted into the city for a getaway maneuver just to take down that missile. Not to mention their initial plan to share the missiles, Lin Mo had again struck first and taken advantage while Meat Sauce was distracted with evasive maneuvers.
