The confrontation between the AS-4H anti-radiation missile and the improved Hongqi-2 air defense missile position seems to be complicated and abnormal, but the time is very short, and the difference between victory and defeat is already clear in a matter of moments, but this kind of victory or defeat has different answers in the minds of the two sides of the confrontation, and the officers and men on the improved Hongqi-2 air defense missile position, needless to say, have seen with their own eyes what the situation is.

On the other hand, the C Air Combat Tactical Strike Group has no idea of the real situation, and this is not only because the Su-22 fighter-bomber group, which was in charge of the previous strike mission, was ordered to retreat beyond the range of the Hongqi-2 missile, but more importantly, the Tu-16 electronic jammer plane, which is the nerve center and eye of the entire C Air Combat Tactical Strike Group, has long been buried in the desert, so that the current C Air Combat Tactical Strike Group is in a kind of self-enclosed darkness.

It's just that the officers and men of the C Air Combat Tactical Strike Group do not feel half uncomfortable about this, let alone worry or fear, but still have a feeling of self-satisfaction, just like the emperor in his fairy tale hometown wearing "full costume", who has no self-awareness, but wants to be smug in carrying out the so-called "show".

In their view, in the face of the two powerful AS-4H anti-radiation missiles, all resistance is futile, and any means of dealing with them is even more wishful thinking, leaving the poor opponent with only two possibilities, one is to escape, and the other is to die

It is precisely for this reason that the officers and men of the C Air Combat Tactical Strike Group did not take the loss of the Tu-16 electronic jamming plane to heart, because after all, in their minds, the improved Hongqi-2 air defense missile position dozens of kilometers away was no different from a dead man. So what do you need "eyes" for?

In particular, Major Kulik, commander of the C Air Combat Tactical Strike Group, was even more convinced that the air defense missile system, which had brought him endless humiliation and losses, had been completely destroyed by the AS-4H anti-radiation missile strike. is like a beautiful but stubborn peerless beauty,

After suffering two heavy slaps, he could only lose his resistance and crawl on the ground, sobbing helplessly and pitifully, and what Major Kulik had to do was to use all means to ravage this beauty madly~~. Only in this way can he regain his lost dignity:

"Attack, attack. Just like the previous annihilation of the 'Huo ~ ~ Ke' anti-aircraft missile battalion, use your strength to tell the opponent what is the real death and destruction"

At the same time that Kulik pressed the AS-4H anti-radiation missile launch button, he issued an order to coordinate the attack to the Su-22 fighter-bomber group in front of the attack. It seemed like hours ago. Attack on the outskirts of Tehran is a replica of the Iranian "Huo ~~K" anti-aircraft missile battalion,

At the same time that the AS-4H anti-radiation missile penetrated the defense at high speed, 13 Su-22 fighter-bombers entered in a dense formation at a low altitude in order to take advantage of the panic and confusion caused by the explosion of the AS-4H anti-radiation missile to carry out a rapid attack, so as not to give the opponent any adjustment or respite. It is to use the sharpest speed, the most brutal means. Kick your opponent down and strangle them to death in their lair

As a result, the entire C Air Combat Tactical Strike Group went crazy for it, they firmly believed that they would create a brilliant record again, and they were even more convinced that their arrival would make the Iranians completely desperate, so they increased the throttle of the plane to the maximum, making the tail flame of the jet engine more fierce and ferocious,

It seems that the irrepressible anger in their hearts vows to vent it regardless of it, even if they go into battle shirtless, they must know that at this moment, the C air combat tactical strike group is the king who rules the sky, and in front of the holy king, all living beings are not qualified to look up, they can only be trampled on

It's a pity that the C air combat tactical strike group, which feels good about itself, in front of the improved Hongqi 2 air defense missile position, is no different from a stupid hat with a negative IQ and a ~~soaring naked ~~ Ben, even if he is the so-called "emperor", it is a naked, stupid waste.

Of course, in the face of such a once-in-a-lifetime scene, neither Lu Jiadong, nor Wu Rui, nor other Iranian officers and soldiers on the battlefield will act as the "little boy" who tells the truth and makes everyone fall into thought, but they will use the sharp arrow on the battlefield, which has long been pointed at the sky, to tell the enemy what a stupid and ignorant act such an act is

"Launch!"

With the radio, Wu Rui's sonorous and powerful words fell, the first two improved Hongqi 2 air defense missiles, suddenly flames rose, like the god of war ~~ shot arrows, more like the spear thrown by the god of death, with raging flames, soared into the air, in the sky turned a beautiful arc, and then the missile seeker was turned on, in less than a second, the search signal and the previously entered target parameters were matched, and the missile was like a giant python that finally found its prey, and pounced on the target

At this time, the Su-22 fighter-bombers, which were sprinting at low altitudes, were still completely ignorant of the incoming missiles, and without the Tu-16 electronic jammers, the old "Siren" 3 radar warning device in the plane could not detect the irradiation signal of the seeker of the improved Hongqi-2 air defense missile, and it was even more impossible to talk about other radar spectral signals

"What's that?"

A wingman rushing to the front, only felt a dazzling light flashing over his head inexplicably, and couldn't help but subconsciously raise his head, in addition to the scorching desert sun, an orange and yellow light that shone brighter than the sun, like a falling meteor, falling rapidly from the sky, the wingman pilot was shocked when he saw this scene, just as he was about to use the radio to remind his companions, a deafening explosion came from behind

"Boom~~~Boom~~~"

Two earth-shattering explosions in succession tore apart the Su-22 combat air-bombers in the rear of the two sides, and they also scattered the already scorching air around them.

Caught off guard, several Su-22 fighter-bombers were like a flat boat in the storm. Swinging and shaking, among them was an Iraqi pilot who had just graduated from an aviation school. In a panic, he immediately began to scramble, and instead of stabilizing the fighter plane in time, he entered a dangerous stall state, and after a few breaths, it turned into a floating leaf under the gaze of other Iraqi pilots. An irreversible "close contact" with the long yellow sand immediately erupted into a blazing fire

"Oh my God, how can they still launch missiles?"

The wingmen in front were also harassed by the mediation. Fortunately, he was an experienced old bird, and it only took a few movements to stabilize the plane, but his heart did not let go, but he was worried under his throat and eyes. Because he saw that his two fighters were easily shot down by the opponent's missiles.

You know, the situation in front of you is too familiar. And this déjà vu is not the successful air attack on the "Huo ~~K" anti-aircraft missile battalion in Tehran a few hours ago, but the setback encountered during the first attack of the Su-22 fighter-bomber group dozens of minutes ago:

It was too similar to the scene when the five fighters were shot down before, the same without warning, the same clean, the same terrifying omen, looking at the two remaining clouds of black smoke in the air. The wingman pilot's heart was filled with countless unbelievable questions, and at the same time, a cold chill oozed from the inside out. In an instant, his whole body filled his body, making him shiver involuntarily, so he began to call the captain of the plane, and the captain of the entire fleet:

"I feel that we should retreat"

"That's what I think too!" the captain of the fleet replied with some hesitation, "but I still have to report to the 'Agni'"

Thinking of this, the wingman pilot spoke again, but before he could pour out the pronunciation of the phrase from the corner of his lips, six dazzling cold lights in the sky, mixed with the breath of hell and the roar of death, poured down from above the group, and its speed and momentum were so fast and fierce that all the Iraqi pilots had no time to react, and they could only hear:

"Boom~~Boom~~Boom~~~"

The whole yellow sand is filled, and in the scorching sun, the shining fireballs explode one after another, just like the fireworks lit in the festival celebration, and one after another blooming "flowers" rise above the dome, shocking ~~gorgeous, absolutely ~~ beautiful, but also bloody and cold, because this is the joy of the god of war and the celebration of death

"Return home, return home, return home"

The wingman pilot looked at the terrifying scene, and could no longer suppress the panic in his heart, and as the radio loudly issued his order as the subordinate commander, because in the missile attack just now, the captain's long plane was unfortunately hit, as the highest-ranking person in the remnant cluster, this was the first order he issued after taking command, and the Iraqi pilots who were frightened had already begun to turn their noses, immediately increased their horsepower, and rushed away in the direction they came

"Thank God for blessing, it seems that this time I can return safely again!"

A few minutes later, the remaining five Su-22 fighters had flown out of the strike range of the improved Hongqi-2 anti-aircraft missile, looking at the odometer in the cockpit, the wingman pilot who had become the remnant commander couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but before he finished chanting the eulogy of praise to the heavens, the scene in front of him made him just raise his heart of hope, and fell into the boundless abyss again, and then couldn't help but howl out loud:

"Oh my God, you, you can't do this to me, you can't"

"Thankfully, I'm not going to let these guys run away again this time, because they're really going to be in the middle of it this time."

At the same time, Colonel Hu Shiya, who was driving an F-4E fighter jet and rapidly approaching the remnants of the Su-22 cluster, was also expressing emotion towards the heavens, but when he said this, his eyes were already in a frenzy and resentment, and he had released his fighting spirit to the extreme (to be continued). )

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