Chapter 128: Airborne Dueling Blades

  Three 30mm cannons fired, shooting out shells that converged on a point three hundred meters ahead, just tens of meters away from the enemy fighter.

  Hussein continued to press the electric button while pushing the operating lever, changing the direction of the gun head. The shells swept past in the direction of the Su-24, firing fiercely.

  Yossefsky pulled up again at the moment of diving down, he had to perform aerobatics to avoid being shot by those machine gun bullets.

  Pull the control stick back into your own arms, while pushing the left rudder, the two pilots in the fighter plane are tightly pressed against their seats by a huge overload, their eyes start to bleed and their heads swell.

  As he watched the shells fly by not far from his plane, it seemed as if death itself was beckoning to them. Yosifovski had just pulled the plane to the left and then again to the right.

  Just then, a violent shudder ran through the rear fuselage. We've been hit!

  Several 30mm cannon shells accurately hit the tail of the Su-24, sweeping bullets to the opponent's vertical tail and knocking off half of it, but continued flying.

  Hussein didn't give up, this heavy-duty fighter had strong anti-strike capabilities, Hussein must continue to fire! With the recoil of the gunfire, the J-6 was shaking constantly, the enemy plane in sight was getting bigger and clearer on the aiming ring.

  The smoke from the machine gun almost blocked Hussein's line of sight, but Hussein remained very determined. Three hundred meters, two hundred meters... The distance between the two planes was getting closer and closer. When the Su-24 in front was shot down and exploded in mid-air, it had approached within sixty meters. Countless plane fragments flew towards the J-6 fighter jet.

  Hussein made an emergency pull on the control stick, climbing upwards with the J-6's powerful climb rate. Avoiding those fragments, if they were sucked into the engine, the J-6 would suffer the same damage.

  In terms of operational rules, approaching within a range of 200 meters is already extremely dangerous, which can cause the opponent's debris to be sucked into one's own engine. However, in actual combat, in order to ensure the accuracy of the machine gun, fearless pilots would even shorten this distance to 50 meters!

  This is aerial kung fu!

  At the moment when this Su-24 was attacked, another one did not join the battle. It was frightened by two J-6s with a desperate fighting method and immediately opened up power to fly westward, trying to leave Pakistan's airspace.

  "Fox-4, Su-24 is escaping!" Hussein immediately ordered his wingman to attack as Bashar was in a good firing position.

  "Understood." Bashar replied calmly, having been flying behind Hussein all along, ready to take over the attack position as soon as Hussein's attack failed.

  Now, the first one has been shot down. Only this second one is left, although Hussein's two missiles just flew by, Bashar still starts using missiles.

  The Su-24's afterburners are lit, the fiery exhaust plume at its tail is a perfect target for the Sidewinder missile. Now heading west, away from the sun, making it easier for the missile to lock on.

  Soon, a burst of cyan smoke under the wing, an AIM-9P missile detached from the rack and flew forward.

  The wings were turned to seventy degrees, the best angle of attack, and the Su-24 continued flying westward, trying to escape, but behind it, the missile had already caught up.

  Apart from the MiG-25, no fighter could outrun a missile. The Su-24 pilots didn't make any maneuvers, they just fled, which in the eyes of the Sidewinder missile was almost suicidal.

  "Boom!" The 11-kilogram fragment of the combat compartment exploded, countless fragments pierced into the engine, and in an instant, the engine blades were destroyed. The high-speed rotating blades flew to the surrounding area of the engine compartment, causing a terrible chain reaction, and everything was smashed to pieces everywhere.

  However, another engine continued to work stubbornly, propelling the fighter plane and continuing westward.

  "Second missile ready." Bashar said calmly, the Sidewinder missile on the right wing of the aircraft began to track and gradually locked in.

  "Cease fire, target has entered Afghan airspace." Just then, the voice of the ground controller came through the headphones.

  In order to avoid the situation from escalating, Pakistan could only shoot down the enemy aircraft within its own airspace. If a Soviet warplane were to crash land in Afghanistan, the Soviets would claim that it was an attack by their side across the border. At that time, the Soviets might seize this pretext to launch a fierce attack on Pakistan's air bases, and the war would escalate.

  "Understood." Looking at the smoking Su-24 that had been hit, Bashar waved his fist in the cockpit.

  In the blue sky, there are white clouds floating, the air is fresh and clean, and the sunshine is bright.

  The air force airport in Baishan was bustling with excitement. The ground crew stood at the end of the runway, shielding their eyes from the sun and gazing up at the sky.

  "He's back! He's back!" exclaimed a keen-eyed ground crew member, who had already spotted the two bright spots in the sky. Then, the air was filled with the roar of engines.

  Two J-6s, like agile swallows, entered the correct glide slope from a distance.

  Hussein manipulated his own fighter jet, with his left hand releasing the throttle and his right hand pulling the control stick back, keeping the aircraft at a certain angle of attack as it began to descend.

  The landing gear was dropped and Hussein continued to descend.

  The horizon on both sides was getting lower and lower, and finally the main landing gear at the back touched the ground, stabilized after a slight collision, and continued to fly forward for several seconds. The front landing gear also came down, followed by the release of the tail brake parachute, which swung back and forth in the air, slowing down the J-6's speed.

  Later, Bashar's fighter also landed behind him.

  "Look! There are several holes on the wing!" At this time, a ground crew member said.

  Hussein's J-6 fired its cannons all the way to a distance of sixty meters, which was very dangerous. Although handled properly, it still took a few hits.

  The hatch was opened, and Hussein crawled out of the cockpit, also clicking his tongue. He really didn't expect it to be damaged so severely. At that time, if he had gotten a little closer, he might have disintegrated along with the plane.

  "Victory!" Several ground crew members and pilots from Squadron 15 came up, lifted Hussein up, and tossed him into the air.

  Shot down one, damaged one, and no loss on our side. This is certainly a victory worth celebrating. In the past, the Pakistan Air Force was weak against strong enemies, fighting against the Indian Air Force, and had developed a tough style. However, now they are facing off against the Soviets in the air.

  What is the Soviet Union? It's a powerful nation that makes Europe tremble! The Soviet iron torrent, ready to step into Western Europe at any time. The aircraft of one Soviet military district can surpass the entire air force of Pakistan, and even the United States dares not confront the Soviets head-on.

  Our side shot down one Soviet plane and damaged another, this is a complete victory!

  They didn't notice that a helicopter had landed on one side of the airport, and several serious-looking people walked out of the cabin.

  The sentry standing guard on the side was also looking at the lively scene here, and when he saw the person walking out of the cabin, he immediately saluted. They recognized him as the Military Region Chief of Staff who had come to inspect the base a few days ago!

  A group of people entered the airport's combat command center.

  "Honk, honk." A loud whistle sounded on the airport, it was a call for pilots to assemble.

  Upon hearing this voice, all pilots immediately ran towards the combat center. When they rushed into the room, they saw that familiar person.

  "Chief of Staff!"

  "Everyone sit down." Muhammad said to these people, after seeing the Soviets flee at the radar station, Muhammad took a helicopter and arrived at the air force base.

  Looking at these smiling pilots, Muhammad knew they were still basking in the joy of victory.

  "Today, our two heroes successfully struck down the arrogance of the Soviets, who thought that our airspace was defenseless and they could invade at will. They were wrong! We are the guardians of Pakistan and we will defend our territory and airspace!" Muhammad said: "Now, let us give a warm round of applause to salute these two heroes!"

  Muhammad led the applause, and a round of clapping erupted in the room.

  "But we must also seriously summarize this time our intercept operation, there are still many deficiencies." Muhammad said: "This is just the first time, and there will be many more battles to come."

  Indeed, there were many shortcomings. For example, I launched missiles twice and didn't hit the target. For example, I was too reckless and fired the machine gun all the way to sixty meters without exiting in time... Hussein kept thinking about it in his heart and had to carefully analyze the reasons. After the meeting, he would go summarize!

  "The Soviets will not give up, they will come again, perhaps to attack our airbase. I declare that from now on, the Peshawar Air Force Base is in a state of first-level combat readiness, maintaining an airborne patrol at all times, even if it's just training, I want live ammunition loaded!"

  "Yes!" everyone replied in unison.

  "Don't worry, Commander, our 15th Squadron will definitely complete the mission!" said Squadron Leader Kamal.

  "Our current disadvantage is that it's not easy to spot targets in the mountains. In order to predict enemy aircraft invasions ahead of time, I will dispatch some personnel to each mountain peak as sentries. When Soviet invaders are spotted, they will report back immediately." Muhammad continued.

  This time, without Fakhimi's report, there would not have been this interception action. The Soviets flew cunningly in the mountains and dispatched more sentries as a last resort but effective choice under the circumstances of no reliable early warning aircraft.

  "Report, headquarters on the line, Chief of Staff to return to Peshawar immediately." Just then a communication soldier rushed in at the door to report.