King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 751 - 689 Fighter Jet Hunt
751: Chapter 689: Fighter Jet Hunt
751 -689: Fighter Jet Hunt
Theoretically, there’s nothing thrilling about the combat style of modern fighter jets…
Under normal circumstances, there should be coordination between airborne early warning aircraft and fighters, with the side possessing airborne early warning aircraft locking on to targets at beyond-visual-range and firing missiles, followed by the early warning aircraft providing relay guidance to take down the enemy.
Even in air-to-air combat, it’s not the close-quarters dogfight seen in movies, but rather both sides seizing altitude and angle over several kilometers or even more, and then using missiles to finish off the foe at the moment they secure a tail position.
The Turkish pilots reacted quickly, but unfortunately, the two old guys they faced were both aces.
One was a combat-tested ace, and the other was the chief instructor of the Russian Warrior Flight Team.
The combined flight time of the two Turkish pilots might not even match the spare change of the old guys.
Moreover, the worst part was that the mission they were assigned was specifically chosen, so they each carried 4 heavyweight cluster bombs, and with the additional weight of external fuel tanks, they simply had no capacity to carry air-to-air missiles, but only 300 ceremonial bullets for self-defense.
How the hell were they supposed to fight?
If they were really escorted to Baghdad by that P·B person, they felt there was no hope for the rest of their lives…
The Turkish pilots, intent on breaking away, did not respond at all.
They desperately climbed in altitude trying to accelerate northward to break free; as long as they could enter Turkish airspace, they would be safe.
Just as they were fearfully trying to engage afterburners and escape, an ear-piercing alarm sounded in their cockpits.
Then, both pilots frantically turned their heads searching for the position of the enemy aircraft, eventually spotting their adversaries at their six o’clock.
Decisively, they split left and right, deviating from the direction back to their homeland, all to buy themselves a little more time.
The wingman watched the F-16 that was tailing his comrade chase after his ally.
He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or distressed as he sighed, continuously calling headquarters to report his status while once again engaging his afterburners in an attempt to break away first…
Just when the wingman thought he was about to succeed, he saw a dark shadow appear on his side, and then, to his horror, he saw an F-16 perform a nimble barrel roll from beneath his belly…
As the two cockpits narrowly passed each other, the wingman saw the chubby opposing pilot make a throat-slitting gesture towards him.
Immediately after the adversary flipped to his right side and engaged afterburners to overtake him, the wingman was terrified to discover that his plane had stalled…
“Ah…”
Most pilots will never experience such a situation in their lifetimes because no one would dare to take such a risky action with a fighter jet worth several million dollars.
The stalled F-16 began spinning chaotically and plunged towards the ground.
The pilot inside the aircraft, with the quickest hands of his life, frantically tried to pull the plane out of its spin.
When he was just 500 meters from the ground, the wingman’s pilot succeeded…
The fighter jet, like a falling leaf and as swift as a shooting star, struggled to level out in the sky before diving into Iraqi airspace.
At that point, the wingman’s pilot hardly had time to think about where he was as the tremendous g-force darkened his vision…
Just when he was beginning to regain his senses, he saw a terrifying shadow loom overhead, flashing its belly missiles at him and using an aggressive posture to force him to fly in the direction it designated.
The wingman’s pilot wanted to resist a bit more, then he was shocked to discover that the opponent had crazily deployed the landing gear, rubbing the front landing gear against his cockpit…
With a ‘click’ sound, a crack on the cockpit caused the wingman’s pilot to break down mentally and he shouted on the public channel, “OK OK, I’ll go with you…”
‘Archerfish’ listened, removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his face, then said, “That’s more like it, kid.
The way you pulled out of that spin just now was nice work.
If you’re ever out of a job, come try out at P·B.
Our boss needs some good pilots…
Don’t worry, we have no ill intentions…
You attacked America’s SEAL Team, and we are their allies and on a mission to cover them.
We need to give our allies an explanation, so we’ll have to inconvenience you temporarily.”
Upon hearing this, the wingman’s pilot incredulously said, “SEALs?
Allies?
Oh shit…”
‘Archerfish’ laughed upon hearing this and said, “Looks like you know you’re in trouble now, huh?
People from the Pentagon are pains in the ass, and you guys are going to be in hot water…
We cogs are just following orders, yet we have to bear the greatest responsibility.”
The wingman’s pilot, after listening, kept calling headquarters, wanting to know exactly what was happening, but headquarters was evasive and reluctant to answer directly, instead telling him to try to stall for time and indicating that four jets which had completed missions inside Iraq would soon be there to assist.
After hearing this, the wingman’s pilot tried to calm his emotions, wanting to chat with ‘Archerfish’ to try and buy some time, when he saw his teammate’s F-16, trailing a bit of black smoke from bullet holes in the wing, pathetically falling into formation at his flank.
The fellow pilots, with excellent eyesight, saw through the dim light of his teammate’s cockpit that his teammate seemed almost slumped over in the seat, and he said helplessly, “Eagle One, how are you doing now?”
The pilot on Eagle One waved his hand weakly and said, “This guy is a madman, I’ve never seen anyone get this close during a dogfight.
It’s like he put a noose around my neck, I simply couldn’t escape…”
His wingman thought about the encounter where the landing gear ‘bumped’ his plane and said with a wry smile, “Then you’re still quite lucky…
The headquarters wants us to delay a bit, we just need to slightly change our flight path, passing near Mosul, and maybe we’ll run into a rescue team on the way.
FUCK, if I make it out alive this time, if those ground crew dare to send me up without air-to-air missiles, I’ll blow their heads off.”
Eagle One listened and nodded slightly, “Then we’ll try…”
As the two unfortunate souls attempted to delay for a few minutes, four Turkish F-16 fighter jets completed several bombing runs on key locations within Iraqi territory, covering a group of Turkish special forces as they penetrated deep into the Kurdish-controlled areas.
They received a notice from headquarters and quickly turned to rush toward their comrades.
The Turkish Air Force members, without hesitation, started to power up at an altitude of three thousand meters, intending to intercept halfway and catch the enemy by surprise.
But what they did not expect at all was that as they were about to pass near Mosul, dozens of anti-aircraft missiles suddenly rose from the ground.
Eight ‘Avenger’ units launched 64 Stinger Missiles, enveloping the four F-16s like a huge net.
Stingers taking on F-16s was practically a fantasy, but the overly confident Turkish had kept their flying altitude and intercept angle just right…
Faced with ‘Avenger,’ a front-line air defense system, two of their planes were hit.
This was the classic scenario of a fluke punch knocking out a master; even if the 64 missiles didn’t hit you, they’d scare you to death.
The two pilots of the damaged aircraft had to eject after trying multiple times.
Then two parachutes landed between the city of Mosul and the military base…
Terrorists and the Iraqi Government forces deployed almost simultaneously, and faced with forces from both sides, the Turkish pilots hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to surrender to the direction of the Iraqi Government forces.
The remaining two F-16s, seeing that the situation had turned sour and trying to leave the battlefield, suddenly found ‘Cobra’ and ‘Archerfish’ appearing above them…
As the alarm sounded, an aged voice said, “This is P·B Flight Squadron, you have violated Iraqi airspace and conducted inhumane bombing within Iraqi territory.
You have five seconds to choose to surrender, or we will shoot you down.”
……
Meanwhile, Eagle One and Two were heading towards Baghdad.
Trailing them were two L-159 light combat aircraft, armed with air-to-air missiles, with young pilots who kept scanning them with radar and issuing warnings…
“Keep it cool, you definitely don’t want to be the first fighter jet I shoot down!”
Technically speaking, the L-159 was no match for the F-16, because it couldn’t even break the speed of sound, but…
The pilot of wingman Eagle Two, looking at the bullet holes on his wing and remembering that crazy old fat man who shot through his wing with a cannon before leaving him and his comrade to the two ‘little birds’…
Thinking of that insanely mad old fat man who encouraged him to play with the L-159 before he left, the wingman got shivers up his spine.
Amidst the young pilot’s threats, the pilots of Eagle One and Two exchanged a look, considering they were flying wounded F-16s, they finally gave up the idea of resistance in frustration.
Those two old men were just to capture them; the guys behind them were not…
At that moment, the scene shifts back to the skies above Mosul…
When ‘Cobra’ and ‘Archerfish’ latched onto their opponents, a less than intense tangle unfolded above Mosul…
The moment the two old men entered the scene, they seized the altitude and the angle, showing that the same F-16s could perform completely differently in different hands.
The Turkish pilots, far from ace standards, tried hard a few times, launched the only two air-to-air missiles they had left, hit nothing, and under the continuous threat of radar alarms, they quickly collapsed and chose to surrender.
It was like someone constantly holding a gun to their heads and continually kicking their groin, and anyone who could push through this situation was a martyr.
Clearly, they were not martyrs, and in their view, there was still room for maneuver, so they surrendered rather cleanly.
……
In a mansion in New York, the old lady Rashiri was sitting in front of a makeup mirror with a naked female assistant applying her makeup.
Midway through, a call from the Secretary of Defense suddenly came through to her phone…
Listening to the angry questions from the Secretary of Defense on the phone, asking why she allowed Turkey to bomb the Kurds, why she permitted this NATO member to bomb ISIS, why she let them attack her own SEALs…
Hearing the other party as if they had completely forgotten they were also a participant in the event, wanting to pin all the responsibility on her, Rashiri angrily smashed the phone on the makeup mirror…
“What the hell happened?”
