Chapter 125: J-6 Takes Off (Seeking subscription and monthly votes!)

  "Reporting to the Chief of Staff, the 32nd Radar Battalion of the Bishkek Military District is on combat duty, please instruct." Senior Lieutenant Hamis stood at attention, loudly addressing Mukhamad.

  Today they are in high spirits and Hamis's voice is trembling with excitement as he speaks.

  Muhammad's eyes swept over these people, who were dressed very well and had a very neat team, but...

  "Is this your battle position? Get out of here!" Muhammad spoke bluntly: "You are not a ceremonial team, you are radar soldiers, radar soldiers! The country feeds you to guard the radar, not to line up here!"

  Muhammad's words immediately made the accompanying Crimea feel embarrassed. The command to line up and welcome was personally issued by Crimea, which can reflect the respect and love for the chief of staff. Why doesn't this chief of staff like it?

  Muhammad of course didn't like it, now is the time for war, not peace! Muhammad actually didn't want to disturb anyone, just wanted to come and take a look, but after Crimea knew about it, he must follow along.

  This sycophantic set must be firmly eliminated! Muhamed would rather see the sweltering radar room where soldiers were sweating, shirtless and still standing guard next to the radar, only rising to salute when Muhamed came over.

  Muhammad's words made Crimea very embarrassed, but immediately won the respect of these radar soldiers. They knew that the chief of staff in front of them was not a show-off, but a real doer. Those achievements in Afghanistan were enough to make each of them idolize him.

  The soldiers who were welcoming the parade immediately ran back to the radar room. Muhammad looked at the antenna, which had just started rotating, with a pale face.

  "We have American-made air defense radar here. The detection distance is 150 kilometers, and it also comes with a guidance system that can guide the air force to fight." Krimi, who looked uninterested, introduced Muhamed as he walked into the radar station.

  The radar station generates its own electricity, and it's too remote for power lines to reach. The diesel generator is constantly roaring, making the radar room quite noisy as well.

  Several circular display screens, in front of them, radar soldiers wearing uniforms are observing the rotating straight line. When an aircraft comes, a bright spot will appear on the display screen. At this time, they need to notify the Baishan Military Region's fighter jets to take off urgently and guide them to the correct flight path until they encounter the enemy.

  "It's time to install air conditioning here." Muhammad said: "After going back, I will coordinate with the logistics department."

  When Muhammad said this, all the officers and soldiers wanted to applaud. As radar soldiers stationed in the mountains, they endured loneliness, and even the environment was so bad that the heat generated by electronic components made it like an oven. They had applied for air conditioning for two years but never got approved.

  "Ding ding ding..." Just then, the phone rang.

  Hami took over the phone and listened for two sentences before saying: "Report to the Chief of Staff, it's a call from Baishanwa."

  The phone rang here? Muhammad picked up the phone. Inside, there was a burst of static and that familiar voice: "Mr. Muhammad, this is Fahim, we've spotted four Soviet planes flying low over the Wakhan Corridor. They're heading for Pakistan, with bombs slung under their wings!"

  In Peshawar, there was a special line for contact with the Afghan Mujahideen. When Fazle Haq connected to the wireless, the operator transferred the call to General Akhtar Abdur Rahman Khan. The person on the other end would only speak to the Chief of Staff and insisted on speaking to Muhammad Zia-ul-Haq.

  Soviet planes are flying over the Wakhan Corridor with bombs! They must be coming to bomb Pakistan!

  The other side flew over the mountainous area at ultra-low altitude, and no matter how many radar there were here, they couldn't be detected. Only early warning aircraft could detect fighter jets flying in at ultra-low altitude.

  Luckily Fakhim informed himself in time!

  "Soviet planes are about to invade our airspace. Order White Swan Air Force Base Squadron 15 to take off immediately!"

  Muhammad's words made everyone tense up immediately, the Soviet planes were invading, and their own radar still had no discovery!

  Baisal Air Force Base

  A shrill alarm blared over the base, Anwar-Hussein and Amjad-Bashar, who were on combat duty, grabbed their flight helmets and rushed to their planes.

  The Pakistan Air Force is modeled after the US pattern, with a flying squadron having more than twenty aircraft, but these aircraft cannot all be on standby, some are in hangar maintenance, and some are undergoing training, however, during extremely busy periods, there will always be combat duty.

  The silver fuselage, the hollow air intake on the head of the machine, and the wing knife above the wing indicate that this is a very old fighter plane, the J-6 fighter supported from an Eastern country.

  The history of this fighter dates back to the Indo-Pakistani War of 1965, when Western countries imposed sanctions on Pakistan and it became difficult for Pakistan to acquire fighters from the West. However, its Eastern brother helped alleviate the situation by exporting J-6 fighters, which then became the mainstay of Pakistan's air force.

  After nearly twenty years, this fighter has long been outdated and is not even considered a second-generation fighter. The halo on this fighter is that it was the first supersonic fighter, but in front of advanced Soviet fighters, it seems to have no chance of winning.

  However, Pakistani Air Force warriors wrote a triumphant song with hot blood, proving that great saying, the one who decides the outcome of war is still man!

  After the lifting of the Western embargo, the Pakistan Air Force installed missiles on the F-6 fighter jets. The AIM-9P Sidewinder missile under the wing is the main weapon of Pakistan's F-6, and the NR-30 cannon is also a large-caliber cannon that can damage enemy aircraft with just one hit.

  "Quick, quick!" The two of them ran swiftly onto the plane, stepped on the ladder, and jumped into the cabin. The ground crew followed closely behind, watching as the cabin door slid shut in front of them, then confirming that the safety lock was secure.

  The ground crew came down from the ladder, moved the ladder away, and at the tail of two J-6s, a flame appeared. The two turbojet engines were started, and the brakes were released. The two J-6s began to slowly taxi towards the apron.

  "White Swan, requesting formation takeoff." Captain Hussein shouted over the radio.

  "Cleared for takeoff." The voice came from the control tower through the headphones.

  Hussein stepped on the accelerator, and the engine at the back burst out with 32,000 pounds of force, propelling the J-6 forward rapidly.

  Feeling the horizon on both sides flying by quickly, without lowering his head to look at the instrument panel, Hussein gently pulled the operating lever backwards. The entire J-6 suddenly felt light all over, and its wheels had already left the runway.

  Bashar followed Hussein and they both pulled it up together.

  "Jettison auxiliary fuel tanks." Bashir followed closely behind Hussein, having just lifted off the airport's runway, when Hussein's command came through his earphones.

  As the wingman, he faithfully executed the lead's command, and although jettisoning the external fuel tanks seemed stupid, Bashar still flipped a switch on his right side immediately.

  The turbojet engine is a super fuel-consuming engine, and the J-6's airframe has limited space. The oil capacity is not high, so almost every J-6 will hang three auxiliary fuel tanks. During flight, the oil in the auxiliary fuel tank is used first until it is exhausted or an enemy aircraft is discovered, at which point the auxiliary fuel tank is dropped.

  And now, just after taking off, he threw away the external fuel tank. This is really the first time. Hussein's purpose in doing so was to make a quick intercept! Only by throwing away the external fuel tank could he quickly pull up!

  Three drop tanks simultaneously fell away from the wings and fuselage, the aircraft lightened, quickly climbing upwards.

  Although the J-6 seems to be lagging behind, one of its advantages is that no other aircraft can match it. After dropping the external fuel tank, the J-6 has an unmatched thrust-to-weight ratio!

  The thrust-to-weight ratio is the ratio of engine thrust to aircraft weight. The greater the thrust-to-weight ratio, the more powerful the aircraft's power will be. If it exceeds one, this aircraft can climb effortlessly.

  The J-6's engine is very backward, but the airframe is light. Compared to variable-sweep wing aircraft like the MiG and Su-24, it still has a significant advantage. Even compared to third-generation fighters like the F-16, it has a good chance of winning in low-altitude dogfighting.

  Now, with the drop tank jettisoned, the J-6's advantages were fully utilized, and it quickly climbed to 2,000 meters. Hussein leveled off the plane.

  "Marka Kalo, requesting target indication." Hussein shouted over the radio.

  The atmosphere in the Macarena Correda station was highly tense, with fighter jets taking off from the Al-Asad Air Base in the rear appearing on the radar screens, but the enemy aircraft's shadow still did not appear.

  Where is the enemy plane after all? Hames began to suspect that Muhamed had made a mistake.

  "Report, still no sign of the target," Krimi said to Muhhamad.

  "Guide Squadron 15 fighter jets to fly in the direction of the Wakhan Corridor." Muhammad said, he believed Fakhir's warning, and at the same time, he also believed his own judgment.

  They must still be flying along the Wakhan Corridor! They will only pull up when they are close to their target, and then appear on our radar screens.

  "Bearing three o'clock, altitude five thousand." The controller immediately issued guidance commands.

  "I understand." Along with the voice coming from the wireless radio, the two bright spots began to rise and turn around.

  Her eyes glued to the radar screen, Krimi felt her heart beating faster and faster.

  Suddenly, four bright spots appeared on the radar screen, and the Identification Friend or Foe (IFF) system did not respond - they were enemy planes!

  "Three o'clock direction, four enemy planes spotted, distance fifteen, speed seven hundred!" With Krimi's words, the atmosphere instantly became tense to the extreme.

  "Order, shoot down the invading Soviet planes!" Muhammad said with a loud voice.

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