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Simple is easy, however, it is very difficult to implement. After the radar is in the sky, it stands high and can see far away, and the situation of the terrain can be seen at a glance, and all the hills and mountains are also taken over, and the plane, hidden in the chaotic echo on the ground, is even more difficult to find. Only by relying on advanced electronic technology to filter out clutter can it reveal the aircraft flying secretly.

In this regard, the United States is still the most technologically developed, and when the aircraft group attacked the nuclear reactor by surprise, there was an E2 Hawkeye early warning plane imported from the United States, hovering over Israel to provide information support.

You can almost see the yellow sand on the ground, surrounded by sand dunes of the same color. In this case, just like flying at sea level, it is easy to hallucinate, and if you are not careful, the plane will be destroyed and people will die. The way to overcome it is through rigorous training. Those who participated in this operation were the elite of pilots and had participated in several air combat operations.

Eight F16 fighters, lined up in a tight formation, in this case, even if detected by long-range radar, can be mistaken for a large aircraft. Dense formation is a test of challenging flight technology, and it is also a formation method of great practical combat significance.

Lieutenant Colonel Nahumi's wingman is Colonel Iftuchi-Spiket, Israel's ace pilot, who can become an ace and have to shoot down five enemy planes in air combat. Iftachi, who has the rank of colonel, is the commander of the air base where the Israeli F16 is stationed, and has a higher rank than all members of the operation team.

Knowing that two of the top flying squadrons were on a mission to bomb Iraq's nuclear reactors, Iftachi was so moved that he insisted on participating in the air strikes, even if he was not acting as a commander. In order to achieve this, he even went beyond Raz and Air Force Commander Avery to go directly to the Chief of Staff of the Israeli Army, Rafael Itan. After grinding and grinding, Rafael could not withstand Iftaci's repeated requests and replaced one of the intended pilots with him.

However, it is very unfortunate that Iftachi contracted the flu yesterday and cannot fly for pilots who need to do strenuous exercise. In order to participate in the operation, Iftachi concealed that he had the flu.

Now, Iftachi has a bit of a runny nose, but fortunately it is at a low altitude, and the oxygen mask has been removed, otherwise, the snot will flow into the oxygen mask and block the air intake, and he will be in big trouble. He steadied the steering stick with his right hand and wiped his nose nimbly with his left.

In order to conceal themselves, radio silence was practiced throughout the flight, and the pilots flew over Saudi Arabia according to the route they had already memorized.

The fuel of two 1,200-liter wing drop tanks, and an 800-liter belly drop tank, was quickly exhausted, and in the Nevd desert, where no one was around, Raz was the first to drop the drop tank.

Three glittering auxiliary fuel tanks, shining in the western sun, fell into the desert.

Flying at low altitude, the drop fuel tank will produce a lot of air resistance, and after dropping the drop tank, Raz suddenly felt that the plane was light, and the speed reached Mach 0.8 without pushing the throttle stick.

Captain Ilan-Raymond, who was following Iftachi, was surprised to find that the ace pilot in front actually forgot to throw the auxiliary fuel tank? Does he want to throw the auxiliary fuel tank on top of the nuclear reactor as well?

Having to keep the radio silent, Raymond did not speak, pushing the throttle stick with his left hand and gently pushing the joystick to the right with his right hand, while at the same time, with his right foot at the rudder, the F16 under his men, like an obedient child, obediently turned to the right and caught up with Iftaci.

Raymond was in the bubble cockpit, looking at Iftachi who was flying level with him, stretched out his thumb with his left hand, wanted to point down, and then, moved the joystick left and right, F16 shook the joystick twice like a light swallow.

Iftaci wondered about Raymond's movements, could it be that long-distance flights were too boring? Why is there no queue to keep? When I saw the underside of Raymond's wing, it dawned on me: I actually forgot to throw the auxiliary fuel tank!

Iftachi stretched out his hand, flipped the switch on the left panel, and the three auxiliary fuel tanks fell obediently.

Raymond breathed a sigh of relief, and the ace pilot, how could he do such a foolish thing, if he could go back this time, he must make a joke with him.

As the eighth fighter to attack, eight people were joking together last night, and if it was sacrificed, Raymond was the most likely. However, Raymond still played the role of queen without hesitation, not because he was the lowest rank, but because he was not yet married, and he took on this mission with great awareness.

Suddenly, a noisy radio sound came from the international answering channel, "No. 8 airspace, there are planes in No. 8 airspace, please report the origin." "Broken English.

Oops, detected by a long-range Saudi radar.

"Jordanian Air Force, routine training." Raz replied in proficient English.

Saudi air traffic controllers believe that Saudi Arabia and Jordan have always had friendly relations, and it is not uncommon for military planes of the two countries to enter the country occasionally.

At 5:10 p.m., the aircraft group successfully entered Iraqi airspace from the southwestern border between Saudi Arabia and Iraq.

For concealment, eight F16 and six F15 fighters, again descending to an ultra-low altitude of thirty meters, towards the Osrak reactor south of Baghdad.

Operation Babylon is about to take place in the skies over Iraq. The eyes of all Israel were focused on a few fighter jets that had been flying long distances.

What a good night's sleep! Zhang Feng was still reminiscing about the leisurely time lying on the bed, and slowly opened his hazy sleepy eyes.

As a post-90s, as a post-90s graduate of a military academy and a post-90s who entered the special operations unit, although the daily training is miserable, and the occasional task will put heavy psychological pressure on people's backs, but once he is free, Zhang Feng still likes to play games all night and then sleep for a day.

A few days ago, a military operation was carried out on the Vietnamese border, and several Chinese dukes who had gone to Vietnam to gamble, owed a lot of debts, and were imprisoned by the locals. Of course, Shangfeng's statement is a Chinese citizen, and as for who it is, Zhang Feng does not know and does not want to know. An ordinary citizen, as for sending a special combat team to save him? This kind of thing, Zhang Feng is too lazy to think about it, the soldier takes obedience to orders as his duty, the only thing that makes Zhang Feng wonder is that if he wants to gamble and go to Macau, why do he have to travel thousands of miles to Vietnam?

After the mission, there will be a few days of relaxation, Zhang Feng used these few days to revisit a few classic games, he doesn't like that kind of boring online games, only likes all kinds of war games, last night was a classic Iraq war game: Desert Storm 2 returns to Baghdad.