Chapter 628: The Wind and Thunder Rise Again

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Lu Jiadong's estimate was right, the chief of staff of the Iranian Air Force, Major General Fakuri, who was in the air defense command on the outskirts of Tehran, looked at the bright spots falling on the radar screen one after another, as well as the information about the attack like fried beans in the communication, and indeed looked very excited, as if the "Scud" and "Hussein" missiles falling from the sky were not hitting the Iranian mainland that he was trying to defend.

But in the wanton hostile territory of Iraq, people who don't know the inside will definitely feel very strange when they see this scene, and even think that Major General Facuri will not be Iraq's spy in Iran, but those who know the inside know that this seemingly crazy missile attack in Iraq has hit the hands of Major General Facury

"Another Iraqi missile position was found in Area VII"

"Area 9 has also moved, and it is preliminarily judged to be the Iraqi 'Hussein' missile position"

"Area 16, which was previously uncertain, has now been confirmed to be a newly constructed 'Scud' missile position"

At a time when Iraq's missiles were surging toward Iran like a muffled thunder, the air defense command was also busy, except for some of the people who were responsible for communication and liaison and predicted the evacuation and concealment work in the corresponding areas, most of them relied on information such as forward positions, infiltration reconnaissance, and current radar monitoring data.

Constantly determine the specific location of the Iraqi bomb ~~road~~guide~~ bomb position. Soon, with the intelligence officer's briefing, the staff officer began to mark the newly discovered Iraqi missile array on the huge operational map. It didn't take long for the Iraqi side of the Iran-Iraq border to be

There are four more circles outlined with red pencils, together with the two missile positions previously determined, there are a total of six, looking at the map like a long snake formation, across the border of the six Iraq bomb ~~ Dao~~ guide ~~ bomb positions. Major General Facuri didn't smile coldly again:

"The Iraqis are too arrogant to deploy missiles along the border!"

"Maybe they figured out that we couldn't attack them, which is why they were so brazen!" replied an intelligence officer.

"En!" Major General Facuri nodded: "Is it consistent with the number of Iraqi bombs ~~Dao~~Guide~~ that we have already mastered?"

"It's a little bit more than what we knew before. But it can be concluded that these six missile positions are already the absolute main force of Iraq's ~~Dao~~guide~~!"

"The main force?" Major General Facuri couldn't help but snort coldly after hearing this, and then raised his eyes and moved his gaze to the one next to him. The air defense situation map has long been sketched by staff officers with various colored lines. A large red patch in the middle is the main force of the Iraqi attack group preparing to retreat, and the blue line around it is the Iranian Air Force's Ninth Air Wing, which is responsible for slowing down its movement.

At all times, staff officers draw the latest situation on it according to the latest radar data and communication situation, and dense blue and red lines are constantly intertwined on the map, indicating that the battle situation there is extremely fierce, and the radio system in the combat communication room is almost noisy talking. This is also proved from another side.

Major General Facuri, as an experienced air commander, naturally knew how tragic the situation there would be. But there was no expression of pity or pity on his face, looking at the aerial situation map that was always soaked in blood and fire, it was like admiring a long-cherished work of art.

Only in those gray pupils, the occasional glittering waves will faintly reveal some softness in the heart of this iron-blooded warrior, but in the blink of an eye, it is replaced by a more determined and sharp look, because this is a war, this is a war of life and death

"It seems that in order to get out, they have also made a bloody investment, it seems that we should also bet again, since we want to bet, bet a little bigger, and fight harder!"

It didn't take long for Major General Facuri's eyes to froze, as if he had made up his mind, and then turned his gaze to another staff officer, and continued to ask:

"How's the Ninth Wing doing?"

"Report to the chief, the Ninth Wing has bitten the retreating Iraqi aircraft group, and after several encounters, the enemy and us have suffered losses on both sides, but the Ninth Wing has initially reached the speed of delaying the return of its main force!"

"Very good!" Facuri's reply was a simple word, and he immediately raised his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist, and after putting it down, he glanced at the colonels and lieutenants in front of him, and ordered in an unquestioning tone:

"Order the 10th Wing to attack immediately, cooperate with the 9th Wing to further delay the retreat of the enemy's main air force, and inform the 6th Wing at W Air Base that all preparations must be made within 20 minutes, and the other units will be carried out in turn according to Plan G!"

"Yes!"

In the blink of an eye, the entire Iranian Air Force was like a machine that had just wound up, and every part began to operate, and the huge war machine finally showed its long-hidden hideous face, pouring out its fangs and vowing to completely tear the opponent who had bullied him to pieces

The same to crush the opponent into powder, there is also the Iranian counterpart Iraq, their war "steamroller" started earlier, more completely, and now it is adjusting the power to the maximum, with a mountain of momentum to hit the opponent one after another, but under the tall and powerful appearance of this "steam roller", there is a rift that is difficult to bridge.

Although the air offensive campaign achieved its operational objectives and achieved extremely brilliant results, its losses were really not small, and after careful calculation, the loss of more than one-third of the total number of planes sorted, you must know that these combat planes are the essence of the Iraqi Air Force. The pilots, in particular, were overwhelmingly Iraqis, with the exception of a few pilots who were Soviets.

For Iraq, where the logistical rescue system for pilots is not sound. Even if the Iraqi pilot who fell into the Iranian desert successfully escaped, it was no different from being sentenced to death, and he would not come back at all, and he could only reluctantly judge his permanent loss, and in such a situation, Iraq could not afford it at all.

So after receiving the latest battle report, he knew that he was being treated as a guinea pig. After a thorough dissection experiment, the Iraqis finally quit, and the General Staff immediately sent a note to Lieutenant General Konstantinovich, head of the Soviet military advisory group. He was asked to immediately order Major General Ivanov to immediately cease combat operations and withdraw all Iraqi air forces to the mainland.

But as the saying goes, it's easy to please God, but it's hard to send God. Since Iran was beaten in the face. Then I found myself bleeding, I patted my ass without looking back and prepared to go home to find my mother, naturally there will be no such good thing in this world, so one after another worrying news spread to the Iraqi base camp without exception:

"A large number of Iranian fighter jets attacked the attacking group"

"Escort fighters fought desperately and suffered heavy losses"

"The Tu-16 bomber fell behind because of its slow speed, and was surrounded by Iran's superior forces~~ Annihilation"

Bad news. Like a thunderbolt from the sky, each time the Iraqis were scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. And Lieutenant General Konstantinovich, who was the head of the Soviet Military Advisory Group, was also under great pressure for this, for which he scolded the ancestors of Major General Ivanov more than once, and only felt that this troubled drunkard was simply misleading himself and the country.

However, he himself was the number one drunkard of the entire advisory group, and the German sedan given to him by Major General Ivanov was roaming the streets of Moscow under his wife's ass, and it may be for this reason that Lieutenant General Konstantinovich did not beat Major General Ivanov to death with a stick, but still gave full trust and invested huge combat forces and resources for this purpose, in order to save this group of heavy Iraqi air force groups from the crisis

"I have ordered the 4th, 7th, 12th, and 18th Missile Brigades to carry out missile assaults on airfields deep in Iran to cover your return."

"Dear General Konstantinovich!"

On the radio, Major General Ivanov's voice was extremely hoarse, and through the murmur of electricity, the sound of aircraft whistling and volleying explosions could be faintly heard, but in comparison, Major General Ivanov's urgency overshadowed everything:

"The missile attack can't stop the attack in the sky at all, I need fighter jets now, a large number of fighter jets, you don't know, the Iranians are like locusts, the sky is full of their planes"

"Fighter, where did I get a fighter!" Listening to the words of Major General Ivanov, Lieutenant General Konstantinovich almost smashed the radio in his hand, and his voice increased sharply:

"Before, you said that you could force the Iranians to retreat by using missile attacks, but now you need fighter jets"

"That man still has four regiments of fighters in his hands" Before Lieutenant General Konstantinovich finished speaking, Major General Ivanov said anxiously:

"As long as half of it is allocated, it can completely block our Iranians, otherwise otherwise this group of Iraqi air force elites will inevitably hide in the Iranian desert"

"This"

Hearing these words, Lieutenant General Konstantinovich only felt that the green tendons in his temples were jumping, and the trigeminal nerve under his neck was even more painful, because the person mentioned by Major General Ivanov was none other than Major General of the Soviet Territorial Defense Forces, Alikseevich Kurochkin, who made Lieutenant General Konstantinovich feel quite distressed and headaches

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