In modern warfare, the advantage of fighter jets over ground forces is overwhelming. The past of two Tucano fighter jets attacking the base is still vivid in my mind. It was simply a one-sided massacre. Liu Ziguang was filled with hatred when he thought about it.
Itchy, he shouted decisively: "Sasha, let the MiG take off, first knock down the i.s.r. plane, and then knock down the drone over San Juan!"
After no one answered for a long time, Liu Ziguang turned around and asked: "What, is it difficult?"
"It's very difficult." Alexander pointed at the two corpses in the distance and said, "The pilot was killed, and no one will know how to fly the MiG."
"Aren't you a top student in the aviation school?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"But I have never flown a fighter jet." Alexander replied.
"How about you let me try." Bei Xiaoshuai came out of nowhere and said. Liu Ziguang pushed him aside with a slap. War is not a joke. Even Alexander, who can skillfully pilot a transport plane, dare not
Isn't it nonsense that Bei Xiaoshuai, a half-jealous aviation school student, dared to fly a fighter jet that was flying randomly? Even if he could fly up, he would be used as a target drone.
"Who among you can fly a MiG?" Liu Ziguang grabbed Alexander's collar and asked. Now the pilot of the MiG is the guarantee of victory.
"Yes, the Yak 40 pilot previously served in the Air Defense Force and flew fighter jets." Alexander replied.
Liu Ziguang was so angry that he had nothing to say. Isn't this nonsense? The Jacques 40 has probably flown out of the border by now. Is it possible for them to come back?
"Forget it, let's push the fighter jets into the hangar for protection first, and then find some portable anti-aircraft missiles to prepare for war." Liu Ziguang calculated the strength at hand as he walked.
"Sasha, how many people are there with you?"
"In the battle just now, two people were killed and three were injured. Counting the slightly injured ones, there are still ten people who can fight."
"Where's the airport garrison?"
"There used to be a class, but now there are only four people left."
Liu Ziguang stopped suddenly, and Alexander, who was following closely behind, almost bumped into him.
"How many anti-aircraft missiles are there?"
"I'm afraid they are gone. The only four available are all in downtown San Juan. We don't even have one on hand."
"Where's the anti-aircraft machine gun?"
"There is a 12.7mm Deshka anti-aircraft machine gun placed on the rooftop of the terminal. There is also a vehicle-mounted large-caliber machine gun."
"Put it on the rooftop as a target. Send someone to carry the machine gun into the room and hide it." Liu Ziguang rubbed his hands, feeling that this battle was too difficult to fight.
What he wanted to defend was an empty airport, with less than twenty men at his disposal, and only one anti-aircraft machine gun and several automatic rifles as weapons. However, the opponent had two fighter jets and nearly a hundred elite mercenaries.
What’s even more serious is that the people I have on hand are a complete mob, including Chinese, Africans and Eastern Europeans. Let alone coordinated operations, there are problems with regular language communication. I can only rely on the few people I have.
The airport is a complete fantasy.
What does i.s.r do? They are professional mercenaries, killing machines that come out in a hail of bullets. They will definitely use rockets and machine guns to clear out any suspicious targets on the airport before the transport plane lands. In such an open area, there is nothing to hide except buildings.
There is no place for people, and hiding in a building will be used as a target. Once the opponent's infantry lands, the battle will be lost.
"This battle cannot be fought, prepare to retreat." Liu Ziguang calmly gave the order. Alexander seemed to be waiting for his words. After hearing this, he immediately waved and loudly greeted his companions: "Get in the car and retreat!"
They had just pushed a MiG into the hangar, but there was still one parked on the runway that had not been moved. When they heard the order to retreat, they all jumped on the jeep. At this time, the familiar roar of motors could be heard from the horizon. It was a fighter jet!
The speed of the fighter jets is extremely fast. Just now they were two small black spots in the sky. In a short time, they are in front of us. They are still the two Super Tucano propeller fighter jets that owe a blood feud. It must be said that this type of fighter jet is very good at ground attack.
Extremely excellent, with moderate speed, advanced fire control system, and extremely powerful firepower from rocket nests and machine guns.
After the i.s.r's leading team was destroyed, they must have adjusted their combat plan. Originally, the escorting fighter jets were responsible for clearing out the stubborn enemies at the airport. Two Tucanos, one behind the other, passed through the field at low altitude with great arrogance. On the rooftop of the terminal building, transportation was being carried out.
The four Russian guys who were responsible for the machine gun couldn't swallow the bad breath, and immediately set up the Deshka and fired at the plane fiercely.
Planes are high-speed moving targets. Unless many anti-aircraft weapons form a barrage together, the hit rate is very low. Not only did this anti-aircraft machine gun miss the Toucan, but it instead caused retaliation. One of the fighter jets turned around and flew over, under the wing.
Two 12.7mm machine guns sprayed out two streams of flames, two plumes of dust and smoke suddenly rose from the rooftop of the terminal, and the anti-aircraft machine guns immediately misfired.
"Vasily and the others were killed." Alexander, who was hiding next to the hangar, shouted angrily. He jumped on the back of the car and fired the machine gun. He immediately attracted the Tucano fighter jet, and several fire dragons sprayed out from under the wings.
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"Rockets!" The people in the car immediately ran away. Just a few steps out, the off-road vehicle was blown to pieces by rockets.
The MiG-21 parked on the runway also became the prey of the Toucan. A string of rockets hit the fuselage. The fuel and ammunition in the plane exploded immediately, and the runway was a sea of fire.
The only two anti-aircraft machine guns were lost. Now Liu Ziguang and the others were unable to even fight back. They were as helpless as lambs to be slaughtered under the power of the two Super Tucanos. They took advantage of the moment when the two fighter jets turned around and flew in again.
, Liu Ziguang gave an order, and several off-road vehicles rushed towards the airport hotel at the same time. There were still several crew members hiding there, and they wanted to take them with them and escape to San Juan together.
The two Super Tucanos were busy using rockets and machine guns to shoot at the terminal, tower and other targets. By the time they discovered the scurrying cars, it was already too late, but a fighter jet still shook its wings and flew over to shoot at the rockets.
The bomb hit the airport hotel building, shattering all the windows.
The worst thing was that Hu Qingsong's Gulfstream G550 special plane was destroyed while it was parked in the hangar. When the crew saw Liu Ziguang and the others, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all asked for their safety.
, only the captain said angrily: "Why don't you fight back, where are our fighters?"
The captain is a middle-aged man in his fifties, slightly chubby, and usually smiles like a Maitreya Buddha. I heard that he used to fly large passenger planes with the 33rd Air Force Division. The plane he flies has a special feature, that is, it is special.
Stable, so stable that even the water in the cup does not ripple when it lands.
Liu Ziguang knew that he was an officer, so he explained: "The pilot of the MiG was killed and an aircraft was destroyed on the runway. We have no power to fight back."
"There's no pilot, I'll get on!" The captain stepped forward without hesitation.
"Lao He, are you okay?" Other crew members tried to dissuade him.
"It has to be okay, otherwise we will all die here today." Captain He took off his hat and tie, and his expression calmed down: "Who can send me to the fighter jet."
"Me!" Bei Xiaoshuai raised his hand. Seeing everyone's suspicious looks, he added: "I'll drive Captain He over on a motorcycle. The target is small and the speed is fast, so there must be no problem."
At this point, the only thing we can do is treat a dead horse as a living horse. Bei Xiaoshuai didn't know where he got an old Honda motorcycle. Although the style is old, everyone can tell the performance of this motorcycle when he twists the accelerator.
It's doing well.
Bei Xiaoshuai put on his sunglasses and got on the motorcycle. Lao He sat in the back seat and hugged Bei Xiaoshuai's waist tightly. When everyone saw the fat on Lao He's body, they couldn't help but secretly worry, can Lao He do it?
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Bei Xiaoshuai looked stern. He held the clutch with one hand and turned the accelerator with the other. The motorcycle roared and blue smoke spewed out from the exhaust pipe. He suddenly rushed out like an arrow, smashed through the glass and fell outside.
On the way, without any pause, he continued to run towards the hangar.
As Bei Xiaoshuai said, the motorcycle had a small target and was fast, so it did not immediately attract the attention of the fighter jets. However, halfway through the journey, it was finally spotted by a Super Tucano. The fighter jets swooped down and rained bullets on the motorcycle.
Around the car, Bei Xiaoshuai gritted his teeth and quickly turned to avoid a section. When the two rushed to the hangar, Bei Xiaoshuai was so nervous that he almost collapsed.
"How about it, feel free." Bei Xiaoshuai took off his sunglasses and grinned, his smile uglier than crying.
Without saying a word, Lao He quickly checked the landing gear and armament of the MiG-21, nodded and said: "Very good, the fuel and bombs are full, and it is ready for war. Boy, give me a hand."
Bei Xiaoshuai squatted down, hugged one of Lao He's feet, and lifted him up. Lao He climbed into the cabin, quickly flipped various switches, and said to Bei Xiaoshuai: "Open the door and observe the enemy."
direction."
Bei Xiaoshuai used all his strength to push open the hangar door, stretched his head to look at the sky, and turned around and said: "The two birds are shooting at the hotel and they can't take care of us."
"Okay, hide quickly, be careful not to get burned by the tail flames." After Lao He said that, he closed the canopy. Bei Xiaoshuai quickly slipped out of the hangar and found a nook to hide.
At this time, Liu Ziguang and the others were firing with light weapons, desperately trying to buy time for Lao He to take off. The two Tucanos realized that the enemy's remnants were hidden in the hotel building, so they concentrated their firepower and fired at the building over and over again without paying any attention.
To the airport behind.
Lao He started the turbojet engine directly in the hangar. Orange-red flames spurted out from the tail of the fighter plane. The plane quickly slid out of the hangar, and then started the booster rockets on both sides at an alarming speed.
Rushing forward, Bei Xiaoshuai, who was hiding aside, his eyes widened. He could even imagine what Lao He was feeling at this moment. It must be a hundred times more satisfying than riding his own motorcycle.
The original design intention of the MiG-21 fighter jet is to be a front-line light jet fighter that can take off in an emergency on a field runway. The take-off distance is 800 meters, and it can be reduced further when the booster rocket is turned on. The jet is huge when taking off.
The roar of the aircraft immediately attracted the attention of the two Super Tucanos. They quickly turned around and flew over, firing machine guns and rockets. At this time, the MiG-21 was still taxiing on the runway. At this most dangerous moment, the terminal
Suddenly gunfire rang out from the rooftop, and the knocked-out anti-aircraft machine gun fired again.
"It's Vasily!" Alexander shouted.
The two Super Tucanos were caught off guard by the sudden blow. When they were distracted for a moment, the MiG-21 had already taken off into the sky, and its silver figure was as dazzling as a sharp sword in the sky under the reflection of the sun.
There was a burst of cheers in the hotel building, and everyone was impressed by Lao He's beautiful takeoff. However, the outcome was still undecided, and everyone was still sweating for Lao He.
"Brother, didn't Lao He fly a special plane for the 33rd Division before? How come he still has this ability?" Liu Ziguang asked.
The first officer said: "What's the matter? Lao He used to be a special pilot in the naval aviation. During the Taiwan Strait crisis, a J-7 flew directly under the nose of the American aircraft carrier.
A Hornet chased him but was bitten by him. If not for the pressure from above, Lao He would have been the first pilot to shoot down the Hornet in an air battle."