"Keep course, a thousand meters at an altitude, intervene at two o'clock!"

Colonel Hu Shiya looked at the target coordinate data continuously presented in the cockpit data link display, compared the airborne inertial navigation equipment, and issued instructions to the entire fleet, just after he finished saying the latest instructions, he picked up the flight mission book next to him, found the flight map of the mission, and drew a line with his hand after unfolding, and then stared at an oasis deep in the desert, his sharp eyes couldn't help flashing a touch of indescribable melancholy, at this moment, the pilot in front suddenly shouted:

"Oasis, sir, Oasis!"

Listening to the words of the pilot in front, Colonel Hu Shiya suddenly raised his head:

"Where?"

"At 11 o'clock!"

Hu Shiya hurriedly looked through the cockpit cover towards 11 o'clock, and suddenly a small green bright spot came into his eyes, and then picked up the map and looked at it, and then compared the navigation data, and nodded with satisfaction:

"That's right, this is the node!" After speaking, he turned on the intercom on his lips and continued to order: "After crossing the oasis at 11 o'clock, the whole will rise to 3,000 meters, and change to the direction of 4 o'clock!"

After getting the response of the rack fighters, Colonel Hu Shiya put away the aviation map, and then looked at the target designation data on the data link display, and the face hidden under the black flight mask, only then did he faintly smile, and the pilot who was sitting in front of him in charge of piloting seemed to feel the emotional changes of the commander behind him, and couldn't help but smile and praise:

"Sir, I'm glad to have you as an old bird. Otherwise, without the guidance of radar, just rely on the simple navigation equipment on the plane. If you don't get it, you'll get lost a long time ago!"

"As long as you fly a few more times, you will be able to master this set of track identification essentials, if you want to say the real help, this guy!" Colonel Hu Shiya patted the data link display in front of him, as if he was filming a cute child:

"The data link system, or else, my rusty head. Even if it's on the map, I can't find the coordinate node!"

Hushiya is right, because the radar guidance system at Nojie airbase is not perfect. Therefore, after applying to stay and assist in the operation of the improved Hongqi-2 air defense missile position, he communicated with Lu Jiadong, Wu Rui, and others, and prepared to use the radar of the improved Hongqi-2 air defense missile position to guide the six F-4E fighters he led in combat.

For this. Lu Jiadong temporarily opened up a dedicated communication and radar channel. It is used for the combat guidance of the aviation forces, and according to this change, the previous tactics for dealing with anti-radiation missiles have been formulated, after all, under the dual task of the entire radar detection system to meet the needs of air defense operations and aviation guidance, the conservative tactics are the most reliable.

However, the so-called war has always been fast-moving, and one's own script is never the basis for the enemy's performance, when the C air tactical strike group. After the Su-22 fighter-bomber was the first to be pressed, the originally well-planned combat plan instantly became a piece of waste paper.

Colonel Hushya was when he got the news. His head was also buzzing~~, because he knew that in order to deal with the attack of the Su-22 fighter-bomber group, the improved Hongqi-2 anti-aircraft missile position must have all the radars and communication lines in operation in order to be able to deal with it effectively.

But in this way, the radar and communication channels that originally provided them with navigation will inevitably be occupied, so that the combat planes that have lost their guidance are like a few headless flies, and they will either get lost and crash into the endless desert, or they can only choose to return home.

Fortunately, the modified F-4E fighter has been equipped with a data link system developed by China, relying on the data link of the integrated command and control room of the improved Hongqi-2 air defense missile position, without occupying the normal communication channel, the azimuth data detected by the combat radar will be used.

Through the data link transmission system, it is continuously provided to the aircraft group commanded by Hu Shiya, so that it can grasp the target location at the first time, and at the same time, it can also revise its own navigation situation with simple airborne navigation equipment and aviation maps, so as to achieve the expected combat objectives

"So, this data link system doesn't look silent, but it can be called the nervous system of the combat system, seriously, if there is no such thing this time, we have no other way but to return!"

"These Chinese are really smart enough to think of this solution, and I sincerely hope that they will be safe!"

"Don't worry, really~~ The Lord will bless these defenders of the truth, they just need to hold on for another three minutes, right, three minutes"

"Three minutes? It actually takes three minutes, dear Tong~~ Zhi, I heard you right!"

The same words also came from the mouth of Major Kulik, commander of Air Tactical Strike Group C, but unlike Hushya's firmness and urgency, he appeared very impatient, and the Soviet officer, who was far away in the Tu-16 electronic jamming plane, was also sweating profusely, but still said helplessly:

"While their radar applies frequency agility, it also implements an anti-jamming mode, which is anti-jamming for the jamming signals released by us, so"

The Soviet officer in charge of operating the electronic jamming equipment explained this, and he couldn't help but pause, and the expression on his face was not as relaxed and abnormal as before, but became very dignified, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally expressed the worry in his heart:

"So, I think the previous intelligence is wrong, this anti-aircraft missile position must not be the Sam-2 in the Iraqi population, it is definitely the latest anti-aircraft missile, it can be seen from the radar they are equipped with, even the world's top anti-aircraft missile is nothing more than that!"

"What? Are you scared?"

"No, I'm just telling the truth!"

The Soviet officer was right, since the other side carried out counter-jamming, he no longer had the same calmness as he used to play games, but was so overwhelmed that he had just caught a signal, and thousands of pieces of false information had not yet been analyzed by the cumbersome computer.

Originally, the electronic equipment of the Soviet Union was not advanced, and when encountering these blocked false information, the computer was completely "overworked" and completely shut down after a little processing, and this was repeated several times, so that the Soviet officer only felt that he was not playing others as a game anymore, but that they were completely playing him as a game.

In this way, the Soviet officer was very annoyed and angry, and almost used all his strength to confront him, but after several tricks, not only did he not even grasp the real signal frequency of the other party, but he became a transparent person, and the other party even intruded into the communication channel of the Tu-16 electronic jammer.

Humming the extremely ugly song "Evening on the Outskirts of Moscow" was tantamount to a resounding slap in the face, which severely slapped the entire crew of the Tu-16 electronic jammer in the face and gave rise to a slight ominous meaning in their hearts.

In particular, the Soviet officer, who was in charge of operating the electronic jamming equipment, felt that his previous judgment was completely wrong, so he no longer stretched out his face for the other party to beat, but quickly analyzed the data with his tail between his legs, and used violent means to end this contest that made him suffer too much humiliation as soon as possible:

"We should face up to this force, not take them lightly"

"I know your concerns, but in the face of powerful missiles, all they have to do is pray, so please hurry, because if you wait a little longer, the Su-22 cluster will be like a piranha, swallowing the Iranian missile position to the point that there is no bone left!"

Before anyone could finish speaking, Major Kulik interrupted the other party stiffly, and the Soviet officer could also hear it, although there was understanding in Kulik's words, but the thick contempt and disdain between the words were still undisguised.

This made the Soviet officer not know what to say for a while, thought for a moment, and was ready to persuade again, but before he could open his mouth, the special radio connecting the Su-22 fighter-bomber group in front of him suddenly let out a frightened and sad cry:

"We were attacked by the Iranians, there were a lot of missiles, the radar warning on the plane did not work at all, and it did not hit"

With a deafening roar, the scream stopped abruptly, and along with it abruptly stopped the movements of all the crew in the cabin, all of them are you look at me, I look at you, everyone's face shows a dreamlike feeling

"Did you hear me wrong!" said a man at last, but the moment he blurted out, a terrible howl came from the special radio again:

"Missiles, we have nowhere to run, either eject or die, bomb"

Hearing this, the people in the cabin finally reacted, what was just now was not an illusion, but a real forward report, and because of this, the entire cabin was suddenly in chaos, and Kulik, who was far behind, also heard the report of the Su-22 cluster at the same time, and the whole person was suddenly speechless

"'Electric Eye', quick, I need your interception signal"

"Okay, 'Agni', it's already programmed!"

As he spoke, the Soviet officer in charge of operating the electronic jamming equipment pressed the confirmation button heavily, and several radar monitoring spectrum signals and shooting elements that had just been analyzed and sorted out were sent out through the airborne radio, but when he exhaled a long breath and picked up the towel next to him to wipe the sweat on his forehead, a little fluorescence suddenly flashed in the afterglow, so he subconsciously turned his head to the porthole, and it was okay not to look at it, at a glance, the whole person couldn't help but tremble with fear, and then wailed with a desperate cry:

"Missile missile" (to be continued. )

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