Alexander Semyonovich is twenty-five years old this year. After graduating from eighth grade, he entered Moscow Aviation School No. 8 to study flying. This is a junior aviation school that flies mostly small propeller aircraft. It mainly provides qualified students for advanced aviation schools.
Talent, and Alexander is obviously not this material. Although his physical fitness and reaction ability are comparable to the best fighter pilots, this guy's temper is too violent, and he was expelled from the school before graduating...
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Nineteen-year-old Alexander Semyonovich entered the Ryazan Paratrooper School under the arrangement of his parents. In this melting pot full of tough guys, his little skills in the aviation school were not enough.
On the first day of school, I was beaten up by two Kazakh classmates from Central Asia.
But Alexander was filled with the fierce blood of the Russian nation. He fought hard and learned skills that he would use for a lifetime in the paratrooper school. Later he joined the paratrooper special forces and fought fiercely with Chechen terrorists and surprise attacks in Georgia.
He had repeatedly performed meritorious service and was about to be promoted to lieutenant, but he was kicked out of the army because he was drunk and injured his superior. Just when he was confused about the future, the leader of the special forces, a bald lieutenant colonel with prosthetic limbs, helped him
He arranged a way out and followed Listrovsky to explore the world in Africa.
The vast African continent and the equally rude and generous Russian boss made Alexander like a fish in water. With his extraordinary skills and ability to fly a plane, he became a strong man under Listrovsky, specializing in performing more difficult tasks.
, such as this time transporting arms to Western Saddamoa.
The Antonov 12 transport aircraft is a Soviet-style four-engine turboprop transport aircraft installed in 1959. It is easy to control and has the usual rough-making characteristics of Soviet goods. However, it can withstand abuse and is very suitable for the harsh climate of the African continent and Alexandria.
A kind of rough-and-tumble copycat pilot.
The plane took off from the desert airport in Libya, passed through the airspace of Chad and Cameroon, and arrived at the eastern border area of Sadamoya, where there was a newly built field airport, where Li Jianguo and his soldiers were waiting to receive arms.
The weather is very good today, and the visibility in Chad's airspace is very high. Alexander handed over the driving job to the co-pilot, then took out a bottle of vodka and two pickles from under the seat and started drinking. The way Russians drink is completely different from the Chinese.
, this way of blowing the bottle is clearly regarded as alcoholism by the Chinese.
Dongfang Ke was trembling with fear, glanced at Liu Ziguang, and said to himself, boss, why don't you care, the pilots were drinking like this, what if something goes wrong during the landing later, but Liu Ziguang turned a blind eye and just sat there like nothing happened.
Suddenly, the plane shook violently, almost throwing Dongfang Ke out. The co-pilot shouted loudly. Alexander threw the bottle away, held the control column, and cursed a few words in Russian.
"Something happened!" Liu Ziguang unbuckled his seat belt and ducked into the cockpit. Through the windshield, he saw a small two-seater jet fighter without any markings passing by Antonov at high speed. The airflow stirred up the air again.
The plane began to tremble, and Alexander cursed fiercely. He tried his best to hold the control stick to maintain the direction, and at the same time used the radio to call for help from the base.
The lazily voice of a jet fighter pilot came from the public radio channel: "2559, this is the Chadian Air Force. You have violated our airspace and you are ordered to divert to N'Djamena Airport. Again, this is the Chadian Air Force and you are ordered to divert to N'Djamena Airport."
Arrive at N’Djamena Airport.”
Alexander turned his head and gestured with his middle finger to the fighter pilot flying parallel, and continued to maintain the course. The co-pilot also cursed: "When did the Chadian Air Force have Alpha Jets? They must be fake!"
"Moore, go to the tail of the plane and see if the cannon can still be used. I'll show him the tail and you can knock it off," Alexander said.
Moore was the co-pilot's name. He spread his hands and said, "The tail turret has been removed."
"Then there's nothing we can do." Alexander was furious. Although this fighter jet was only at the advanced trainer level, it was fast and well-armed. The 30mm machine gun alone could knock Antonov into the air and explode. If it were on the ground
There may be a chance of a fight in the air, but in the air, whose plane is stronger still has the advantage.
Just when they hesitated, the Alpha Jet became impatient and rolled over the side and rear of Antonov. The cannon began to roar. A series of shells riddled the transport plane with holes. A 30mm caliber shell hit the transport plane.
It hit Moore in the back, almost cutting him in half. Blood stained the cockpit. Alexander gritted his steel teeth and shouted without looking back: "The parachute is under the seat, you are ready to parachute."
Liu Ziguang and Dongfang Ke looked at each other, quickly took out the parachute from under the seat, and quickly put it on. Dongfang Ke had never jumped through a parachute before, and he was extremely nervous and his hands were shaking badly. However, Liu Ziguang was calm as usual and helped him.
Buckled up.
"If I don't die this time, I plan to write a book when I go back, which will definitely sell well." Dongfang Ke forced a smile, but his smile was uglier than crying.
"2559, this is the last warning. If you surrender, shake your wings." The threat from the fighter pilot came over the radio, using standard aviation English, but with a slight French flavor in the accent.
Chad is France's sphere of influence. There are still more than a thousand French troops stationed in Chad. However, the air forces of various African countries are ineffective. There are very few radar stations. Few people know the routes of transport planes. At this time, they suddenly encountered fighter jets of unknown origin.
The interception can only explain one problem, that is, they have provoked some powerful characters.
Alexander shook the wings, then left the driver's seat, took out a long green box from the cockpit cupboard, opened it with a click, and pulled out a shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile without saying a word.
He came over and said, "Who can help me control the plane?"
"I'll do it." Liu Ziguang, who had already put on his parachute bag, immediately ran to the driver's seat. He understood the current situation. Whether he was parachuting or forced landing, he would face endless dangers. The only way out was to fight back!
"Help me open the rear hatch." Alexander shouted, and at the same time turned on the battery, air-conditioning bottle switch and electronic display on the missile.
Liu Ziguang took control of the aircraft and flipped the switch of the rear hatch. The domestic imitation of the An-12 was the Yunba. Liu Ziguang had learned the basic operations of this aircraft at the provincial capital training base, so it was easy to get started.
The rear hatch of the plane slowly opened, and Alexander knelt down on one leg, holding the Sam 18 steadily and aiming at the Alpha jet fighter monitoring the tail side and rear of the An 12.
The fighter pilot did not expect that the rear hatch of the transport plane would suddenly open. Instead, he came forward to see what was going on. At this time, the missile had finished warming up, and the cooling homing device locked onto the nearby fighter. A buzzer sounded to alert Alexander.
The missile is ready to launch at any time.
The jet was too close. When the two pilots saw Alexander behind the slowly lowering hatch, they couldn't help sweating. An anti-aircraft missile was aimed at them. At the same time, the radar alarm in the fighter cabin also screamed, arrogantly.
The pilot woke up from a dream and yanked the control column to escape. The Alpha jet suddenly rose up, increased its power and quickly escaped.
All things considered, the SAM 18 is a very advanced anti-aircraft missile. The price on the black market has been sold for one hundred thousand dollars each, and it is priceless because it can easily shoot down helicopters and low-flying cruise missiles.
Even for fighter jets, the Alpha Jet is just an advanced trainer aircraft of the 1970s. It is only equipped with cannons and rocket nests, and does not even have infrared decoys. How can it avoid being tracked, not to mention the pilot's increased speed in an emergency?
The thrust was reduced, and the infrared signature of the tail nozzle became more obvious. The missile followed and hit the tail of the fighter jet in an instant.
A huge fireball exploded in the sky, and the two pilots and the plane were reduced to ashes before they could eject.
The transport plane was also in a mess. The missile's tail flame sprayed out more than ten meters along the passage. Dongfang Ke's hair, which was hiding aside, was scorched. Fortunately, the packaging boxes of the weapons and ammunition were quite strong and did not cause an explosion. Otherwise, it would have exploded.
As it moves forward, the entire plane will turn into an even more brilliant fireball.
Liu Ziguang stabilized the fuselage and closed the door. Alexander dropped the launch tube and ran back to the cockpit, pushed Moore's body aside, sat in the co-pilot's seat and continued to control the aircraft.
There were beads of sweat on Alexander's head. He picked up the bottle and took a big sip. He handed the vodka to Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang took it and took a big sip. The two of them laughed and high-fived each other.
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Dongfang Ke got up from the cabin floor, touched his burnt hair, and murmured: "God, are you kidding me..."
Chad is an extremely poor African country and has no ability to monitor the country's airspace. This small air battle started and ended over the vast prairie. The only witnesses were the herds of wildebeest and bison on the prairie.
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The flight became dull after that. Alexander was not a person who liked to chat. He only liked drinking and flying airplanes. The more he drank, the more stable he flew. At night, the plane finally arrived at Sissadamoa. There is no tower here.
There were only lights and bonfires burning on the ground. The plane was taxiing on the runway of the field airport. Everyone was worried that if there was any debris on the runway, it would be all over.
Fortunately, Li Jianguo was there to supervise the work. These African workers did a pretty good job. The runway was extremely smooth. The Antonov transport plane stopped steadily at the end of the runway. When the propeller stopped rotating, countless Africans held torches and cheered.
They came over, surrounded the plane in the center, and put a garland around the neck of everyone who got off.
Receiving such enthusiastic welcome, Alexander actually became a little shy, while Dongfang Ke let out a long breath, this time he was finally safe.
Li Jianguo, dressed in military uniform, walked out of the crowd, shook hands with Liu Ziguang tightly, and said: "Finally, I've been waiting for you. You really help me in times of need."
"What, is the situation critical?" Liu Ziguang asked. The cheers were so loud that he had to raise his voice two octaves.
"It's quite serious. Let's talk about it when we go back." Li Jianguo patted Liu Ziguang's arm and began to arrange for people to unload the goods.