In the Sikanya Valley, every Indra soldier was staring at this air strangling battle that could only be described as tragic. In the extreme chaos, no one could tell which fighter jets were enemy aircraft and which were from their own country. He saw that almost every minute of the fighter jets were blown up by volleys, and new fighter jets joined the battlefield every minute. Indra would never give up 100,000 elite soldiers, nor could they give up. Indra Air Force went all out and all the fighter jets that could fly were suppressed. There was only one strategic goal: throw the bombs on the head of the Pakistani army to prevent the Pakistani army from throwing the bombs on the south cluster of the western front! The Pakistan Air Force was waiting for it, and several squadrons took turns to turn the Sikanya Valley into Verdun of the Indra Air Force and crush their last fighter jets!

"Oh, my God!" The members of the e-3 electronic early warning aircraft crew responsible for early warning and dispatch were all sweating profusely. The situation was too chaotic. The Indra Air Force had already left their command and dispatch, and one squadron and one squadron were put into the battlefield. This chaos was exactly what the Pakistan Air Force liked. The disadvantages of the two sides in intelligence sharing were completely exposed. Even if the two countries with huge differences in social systems, values ​​and qualities wanted to fight together, they had to go through a long period of time. Pandas and Baba Sheep did not have this problem, and they were much more troublesome. The Indra Air Force's strange tactics that made people cry and cry without tears were mentioned. They endured the low quality of the pilots.

,But... Can those bastards speak English in a unified manner? It's okay for daily exercises. Although the English level of Indra Air Force pilots still needs to be improved, there are no problems in communication and command. Now, as soon as they go to the battlefield, all kinds of problems have emerged. Except for some pilots who can still insist on communicating with them in English, the others are just talking and gestures to the radio station in some languages ​​that they listened to. There are as many as seventeen official languages ​​in Indra, who can understand! The most hateful thing is that some guys don't know if they were scared or silly, so they just shouted at the radio station! In this case, how do they command and dispatch those Indra fighters, form targeted formations to cover the airspace, and strangle the Ba Army fighters?

There was another ghost cry on the radio station, and only then did I know which Indra pilot was asking them for life-saving magic weapons. The dispatcher didn't have the strength to deal with this, and replied weakly: "Please speak English, thank you."

The ghost screamed even more violently, as if the guy was suddenly pressed down by his brother and inserted into the chrysanthemum. He screamed loudly and excitedly, and screamed———————Boom!!! After a loud bang, his mother's ears became quiet.

This chaos also spread to the rear. Since the war started, everything went smoothly. The army on the south side of the western front rushed straight, and the army on the north side of the western front broke through the defense line. The epic picture really made the Northern Command show the limelight. However, at this moment, the situation suddenly changed, and the Nan group on the west side of the western front was closed and beaten the dog. The 100,000 troops were blocked in the Sicania Valley.

, can't move! This tactic is exactly the same as the most brilliant example of the Belanes in the Belanes War - the Battle of the Saint Tucson Valley. The British Seventh Armored Division stepped into a trap. The entire army was full of ink in that ghostly valley, and the rice flag was overshadowed. I remember that the Minister of Defense of Indra was gloating and said that if he was trapped in the brave and warlike mountain division surrounding Indra, the result would definitely be different, which made the British even more embarrassed. Unexpectedly, a few years later, the whole world had the opportunity to verify. Their experience was proven, and sometimes bragging was necessary.

Taxation! The news came, the Northern Command was in chaos, and the staff and several important generals either blushed or remained silent. Commander-in-chief General Harindel looked grim and walked around the command center with his hands tucked, thinking hard. When the general situation was clear, he immediately ordered the air force to attack, destroy the artillery position of the 18th Mountain Division of the Pakistani Army, and open a way for the southern cluster of the Western Front. This order was undoubtedly correct, but unfortunately, no matter how correct the order was expected, it would only bring disastrous consequences.

The Air Force, which was attacking bravely, suffered heavy losses from the Pakistan Air Force, and lost more than 20 fighter jets in less than an hour. Such numbers made everyone feel frightened. The most losses were the MiG-21 and MiG series fighter bombers. The famous MiG-21 was basically one-sided when they met the J-7, which was known for its fighting performance. If they did not die, they would have to peel off even if they did not die. The Air Force was Indra's shortcomings, and the Pakistani army seized their weaknesses as soon as they took action and attacked them. Now the south of the Western Front is in chaos. Indra's Air Force and the Double-Headed Eagle's early warning aircraft cooperated in a mess, and they were completely fired. Indra's own early warning aircraft? Sorry, it was still in the Israeli military factory and it was not built.

"General, this wave of attacks has failed again, and we have seven more MiG fighter jets and a Phantom shot down." A staff officer in charge of contacting the Air Force reported carefully, "Will the next wave of aircraft attack be immediately?"

Harindel smiled bitterly: "The Pakistan Air Force plans carefully and strictly, and cooperates well. We are in a mess. No matter how many fighter planes we send, we can only add soup and vegetables to others... Let the children come back, they have sacrificed enough."

"But······"

General Harlindel raised his hand to interrupt the staff, walked to Major General Durant, the head of the Citigroup Advisory Group, and said in standard English: "Major General, our army is facing a great crisis now. Our air force is too immature to shoulder the important task of smashing the Pakistan Air Force in a short period of time. We can only ask for your help!"

Major General Durant smiled gracefully and said, "We are allies, and the difficulties of allies are our responsibility." Walking to the radio station, he ordered loudly: "Order the Knights Squadron to attack immediately, teach the Pakistani country bumpkins a lesson, and let them know what air combat is!"

Twenty-three F-16s f-16s flew into the air, forming formations and striking towards the front line. The domineering aura, the tacit understanding that has been tempered, and the arrogance that no one else can make every Indra soldier feel uneasy. Major General Durant does have the capital to be proud. Compared with the iron wings of the double-headed eagle, the Pakistan Air Force is not much better than the country bumpkins.

On the front line, the Indra Air Force finally received the order to retreat. Everyone felt relieved. They had lost too much blood and could not hold on if they did not retreat. The Pakistan Air Force fought for so long and was very tired. They did not bother them anymore. They each left the battlefield and gave the battlefield to the old enemy.

On Pakistan, more than twenty J-12 fighter jets roared over and rushed towards the F-16 fleet. The electronic early warning aircraft of both sides discovered the enemy almost at the same time. The dispatcher issued a warning and switched to the strike channel at the same time. The distance was shortened rapidly, and the onboard radar scanned in all directions. At the same time, the electronic early warning aircraft also released strong electronic interference. Snowflakes suddenly appeared on the screen, and the signals were mixed. When the dragon and the eagle collided, thousands of sparks burst out!

Zhu Xiaoqiang looked at the screen full of signals that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, and muttered: "It's so fucking that I can't prevent the electronic interference of the double-headed Eagle!" He didn't know that it was not easy for the J-12c to do this. If it were Su-27, MiG-29 or Phantom-2000, under such strong electronic interference, even the simplest communication between the crew would be a problem. The f-16 also encountered the same trouble. Huajun's electronic confrontation technology was not a vegetarian, and there was a lot of scolding in the radio. There are still more than thirty kilometers away. Zhu Xiaoqiang took the initiative first, locked a jumping signal and pressed the launch button. Two Viper Ii air-to-air missiles ignited and fired out one after another. At the same time, the signals emitted by the Aim-7f and Aim-9 air-to-air missiles of the F-16 formation were also emitted on the screen bit by bit. The early warning aircraft decisively reminded all crews to pay attention to avoiding it. This is the even-match air combat. When you locked on someone, they also locked on you. Whether you can survive depends on whether you can get rid of the missile that is like a maggot-like bone-attached!

The alarm screamed wildly, and he didn't bother to see if it hit. Zhu Xiaoqiang suddenly pushed the joystick. The J-12c pierced almost straight towards the ground like a bomb. The two aim-7s that were heading straight for him probably hadn't encountered such a strange evasion action. They hesitated for two seconds before they followed him and rushed to the ground. Zhu Xiaoqiang's eyes were wider than pig urine bubbles. The ground was getting closer and closer, and the missiles behind him were also getting closer and closer. Any one of them might kill him! There were still three hundred meters from the ground, and the missiles were only twenty meters away from the fighter. He shouted: "Follow me? Let's just eat!" The head of the aircraft suddenly raised and changed it. The two missiles passed by him by a slight difference. They didn't have time to pull it up, and they pierced on the top of the mountain and exploded into two.

Tuan Cancan Fireball. Zhu Xiaoqiang grinned, and the fighter plane changed to level flight. The button was pressed, and the two cannon barrels rotated at the same time. The 30mm caliber shells shot two crossed fire streams in the air. A few hundred meters away, a f-16 that dodged left and right was at the intersection of these two fire streams. The pilot did not even have the chance to jump, and the flesh was splattered by the shells that broke into the window. The fuselage exploded and exploded. A J-12c flew out with the explosion of the fireball and passed by Zhu Xiaoqiang. Although he could not see anything, Zhu Xiaoqiang could still feel the pilot's killing eyes. He shrugged and said helplessly: "Good luck, there is no way, this can make me fall in love!"

A certain pilot really wanted to give this Xiaoqiang a brick.

The result of missile firing was that four F-16s and two J-12cs were shot down, and one was injured, which was basically tied. There was nothing to think about. Except for a few pilots who had been crazy about sweeping with cannons, most of the crew had the same choice: launch a close-range combat missile! Another missile roar, the rattlesnake and viper were flying wildly in the air, and each fighter put its maneuverability to the limit. In the midst of the flying and rotation, tin foil and hot flame bait were thrown out in a string, as if the rain of peach blossoms was scattered all over the sky, and the missile was flying through the rain of flowers. Two equally trained aerial brigades collided with each other, and it was definitely Mars hitting the earth.

Zhu Xiaoqiang threw away a sparrow with a broken S. Before he could change it, the alarm started to scream again. An F-16 had bitten his tail. The 23mm cannon poured a dense rain of bullets at him. The tracer bomb screamed and wiped the fighter plane and scraped around his eyes. His forehead involuntarily appeared dense cold sweat, and his heart shrank as big as a ping-pong ball! However, his hands were not slow at all. The fighter plane was flashing left and right, like a wisp of smoke in the rain of bullets. No shell could hit him. Obviously, the J-12c was bigger than the F-16, and the pilot of the F-16 had the feeling of riding an elephant to chase rats! Damn, maybe he should be stuck in the inner diameter and sweeping with his eyes closed. Maybe this cunning opponent would accidentally, accidentally, and accidentally sent him to the muzzle.

A flash of flames at the tail of the J-12c, and the harsh roar of the missile breaks through the air shatters his dreams, and even his body is shattered. The tiny missile hits the cockpit of the F-16 directly, and with a bang, nothing left. Zhu Xiaoqiang grinned and said, "Have you ever heard of a trick in the world, called a resurgence? Idiot!"

At the same time, two light phantoms flew around the mountains, turning their sharp edges and heading straight for the e-3 electronic early warning aircraft!
Chapter completed!