As soon as he heard that it was the Su-24, Jonathan's face immediately turned black into the bottom of the pot, you must know that it was the main fighter-bomber of the Soviet Union, and when performing sea missions, it often penetrated the defense at an ultra-low altitude, so as to avoid the enemy's radar detection, and then used its own anti-ship missiles or anti-radiation missiles (also called radar missiles) to give the opponent a fatal blow.

Because of this, when this model was officially put into service in the Soviet Air Force, the US-led "NATO" did not use slightly humiliating words to name it, as in the past, but used the very feared neutral word "fencer" as the title of the Su-24.

This shows how great the threat this type of Soviet fighter-bomber poses to the United States.

So after knowing that it was the Su-24, Jonathan knew that his Antrim was played by the Soviets, and you didn't have the slightest temper when you played it.

This can be seen from the stunned expression of the radar operator not far away, and the AN/SPS-49 (V) two-coordinate long-range anti-aircraft radar on their ship has no effect on anyone at all.

There's no way, who makes people's expertise play ultra-low-altitude radar.

If the Perry class can also completely destroy this ultra-low-altitude killing god of the Soviet Union, then this type of ship will not be a second-tier capital ship, and it will have long become the second only to the aircraft carrier.

So Jonathan wisely didn't look for a place for his embarrassed old face, but urged the helmsman next to him: "Go full speed and get out of this damn sea quickly." ”

When Joseph Needham heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "Do we want to inform the Egyptian Navy to see the direction of the Soviet planes, which are heading towards them." ”

"Let's get out of this sea first, I don't want anything extraneous to happen before this, I've already been humiliated by the Soviets once, is there a second time?"

Jonathan's face was a little hideous, obviously very concerned about the Su-24 just now who skipped over his head and didn't know it, Joseph Needham was frightened by Jonathan's expression, and knew that he had too much to say, so he quickly nodded: "Yes, sir, I'll give the order!"

So the Antrim, which had just been reduced to economic speed, increased its maximum speed again and sped towards Taranto, Italy.

……

"Cowardly Yankee!"

The Su-24MR with the number 2247 that had just skipped the Antrim did not actually go far, but turned a corner in the skyline, and when the Antrim accelerated to escape, the driver, Major Popov, sneered disdainfully.

Captain Andre, the co-pilot on the side, looked at the detection equipment in front of him and nodded with satisfaction: "It's not a bad thing to be timid, at least their radar beam signal is very real, at least much more reliable than the false signals they used to paralyze people during the exercise." ”

"Let's hope the Egyptians' new ships will be like the stupid Yankees, and will allow us to collect real signal data!" Popov said even more disdainfully.

"Presumably, the Chinese are inferior to the Yankees in this regard. Andrei expressed his opinion.

"So you should let those fools of the Pacific Fleet come to the Mediterranean, don't know that you will eat and wait for death all the time, and worry about the sky. Popov's words were very domineering, but his dissatisfaction was clear.

As the aviation unit of the Soviet Mediterranean Fleet, because it often needs to face the US Sixth Fleet, the Soviet troops stationed here are the elite of the elite.

Take Popov and Andrey as examples, they are both highly qualified pilots, not only have excellent flying skills, but also have received training from aviation professional colleges, which can be called compound talents with both experience and knowledge.

If they are placed in other units, not to mention trump cards, at least they are the absolute main force, but in the aviation of the Mediterranean detachment, the two of them can only be quasi-first-line pilots who fly reconnaissance planes, and they are a little worse than the main pilots who fly fighter planes.

But this is enough to make the two proud, such as the Soviet Pacific Fleet in Popov's mouth, and the two of them despise it without pressure.

And for good reason.

Because the Soviet Pacific Fleet was frightened by the gimmick of Chinese specialized air defense ships, and they could not get what they wanted from China.

Therefore, when I heard that the same type of "Kashur" was going to be tried at sea in Egypt, I asked the Mediterranean detachment of the Black Sea Fleet to help collect the data signals of the relevant electronic equipment of the "Kashur" through the headquarters of the Soviet Navy, so that the Pacific Fleet could analyze and formulate corresponding countermeasures.

If they were to collect the signals of American warships, Popov and Andrei probably rushed forward without saying a word, pouring two mouthfuls of vodka, after all, the opponent of the Soviet Union was the United States, and it was not only the pleasure of the Soviet Mediterranean Fleet to find the Americans in a different way, but also the condensation of their merits.

But to deal with an Egyptian warship built by China, not only did it not work in vain, but it also fell a little bit when it was reported.

It is not at all a grade to make the Egyptian warships go round and round, and they can easily make the British and American battleships pee their pants with fear with other pilots, and they are not even qualified to brag in the tavern.

How could Popov and Andrei be willing to carry out this mission, so when they encountered the American warship, they came to the grass and beat the rabbit, on the one hand, to vent their dissatisfaction, and on the other hand, to prove their strength.

When I got back to base, my colleagues asked, "How did you do with the Egyptian warships?"

They might as well throw the detected signal from the Antrim's electronic device in the face of the person looking for trouble, and give a counterattack and slap in the face, which is much better than being pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"Target found, heading 247, speed 15!"

Just when the two were bored and chatting, a bright point of light suddenly flashed on the radar screen in front of Andrei, and Andrei quickly moved a few switches, and soon the computer on the reconnaissance Su-24MR came up with the corresponding target parameters.

Popov glanced at the radar next to him and nodded: "Understood!"

After speaking, he pushed the joystick in his hand down, and the Su-24MR suddenly fell rapidly, then straightened, and began to speed against the surface of the sea.

……

For some reason, Serka was a little uneasy since the departure of the American escort warship, so he hastily ended the sea trials and commanded the "Cashur" to start the return voyage.

It stands to reason that this should have given him some peace of mind, but his heart became more and more in tune, so that he had to pray several times in the prayer room before he settled down.

However, just as he was about to inquire about the situation of the ships during his week, the Egyptian sailors in charge of the lookout suddenly exclaimed: "Sir, planes!"

Serka was shocked when he heard this, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a Su-24 whistling past the bridge, Serka was a little dazed, but before he could react, he saw that the Su-24 drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then continued to dive down towards the "Cashur" so arrogantly......