Chapter 604: The Destruction of the F-117 Base

It was a relaxing evening! Wheatley piloted his own fighters, followed by several other fighters, all of them attacked, all returned, and the battle damage rate was always zero!

This record, hopefully held until the end of the war! Wheatley thought in his heart that every sortie was the same as training, and it was often after the bombs dropped by his own side exploded that Iraq's air defense positions reacted and fired aimlessly at the sky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With the navigation lights on, Wheatley's fighter planes were aimed at the center line of the runway, and in the night flight, this is the most basic and the most dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will rush out of the runway.

Press the lever, and the fighter will descend under the graceful glide line until the rear wheels are grounded, and then the front wheels are grounded again, a perfect landing!

The fighter continues to slide, and at the end of the runway, there will be a passage to the hangar, where the daily inspection is carried out, and after refueling and hanging the bomb, he will take off again.

And when he got down from the fighter, he could soak up the urine that he had been holding for a long time, and it was really uncomfortable to hold it for three hours. And if you don't hold back, it will be big news in the base!

Behind him, other F-117s also landed in turn.

The cockpit canopy opened, and Wheatley was just about to take off his helmet when he heard a voice on the radio: "Quick, pull up, pull up!" There are ballistic missile attacks! ”

Ballistic missile attack! Because this is in the rear, the Iraqi air force can't take care of it for the time being, so there are no early warning aircraft hovering in the sky, and there is no high-power long-range radar, and a **** anti-aircraft missile position guarding here was only captured by the **** air defense radar when the opponent's missiles flew to a distance of 60 kilometers, and at this time, those ballistic missiles were coming down at a speed of a few Machs!

Ballistic missile attack! No one knows how these ballistic missiles came to be, the only thing they know is that the lethality of these ballistic missiles is quite strong! I think that at the beginning, the Prince Sultan Air Base was killed under the attack of these missiles, and the US Air Force was simply disabled by those missiles!

Now, these missiles are here to attack your own air base!

It's a pity that the first few planes have already landed! Only the last F-117, the rear wheels just hit the ground, and after hearing the order, Tommy, the pilot of this aircraft, opened the throttle wide, and the fighter began to accelerate again on the runway and take off!

And at this moment, in the sky, a bright spot suddenly flashed, and then, countless small steel ball-like things scattered from the sky!

Sub-mother bomb! This thing has always been a weapon for large-scale destruction! Deal with airports, runways, do more with less!

Wheatley's right hand slammed the throttle stick back, hoping that he could quickly move the fighter into the hangar, so that he could dodge the sudden blow! At least the solidity of the hangar is good.

Just now, it was just idling and slow, and pressing the brakes could stop the fighter from coasting, but now, suddenly increasing the throttle, the fighter rushed forward quickly, and what appeared in front of Wheatley's eyes was the wall of the hangar!

"Boom!" Wheatley's fighter plane slammed into the wall! And at this moment, he pulled the ejection handle, and under the drive of the rocket seat, he left his landline, this accident, it was simply too stupid!

Reopening his eyes, Wheatley slowly descended under the help of a parachute, and it was already like a living hell below, with explosions everywhere and fires everywhere!

He seemed to see the same sight, and as a pilot, when he dropped a bomb on the enemy's head, wasn't it the same sight?

Suddenly, there was a joy in front of his eyes, a fighter plane, taking off from the runway!

Exactly Tommy's fighter! As the last pilot to land, he had enough time to pull his fighter up, in fact, he did it, after the passive ballistic missile patronized, the oil depot and ammunition depot in the base exploded one after another, the firefighters simply could not extinguish the fire, the entire base was about to be abandoned, and Tommy's fighter will be the only surviving F-117!

He tried hard to pull the operating stick of the fighter, and the whole plane continued to climb, because of the configuration of multiple planes, so that the plane was like a brick, the lift coefficient was not large, and the engine had no afterburner, and the thrust was insufficient. The nearest air base is also more than 400 kilometers, and he doesn't have that much fuel at all! Freeway? Birds don't poop here, there are no roads at all! In the desert? Crash landing in the desert at night is similar to seeking death.

At this moment, suddenly, he felt the fuselage tremble, and then, there was a bang.

Not good!

A projectile the size of a steel ball, which hit the tail of the F-117! The V-shaped tail in the tail was blown off in half in an instant!

The F-117, an irregularly shaped aircraft, can be controlled flexibly and freely, relying entirely on the fly-by-wire system to constantly control the rudder surface for correction, and now, after being blown off half of the tail, the F-117 is instantly out of control!

Tommy pressed the lever with his hand, hoping to save the fighter, but it didn't work, and the fighter lost control and slid to the side.

Tens of seconds later, the fighter plane made close contact with the ground and crashed into a sand dune five kilometers away from the base.

Wheatley, who had witnessed the whole process, no longer knew what his mood was, and all in front of his eyes was the fire, and the continuous sound of explosions.

To fight a war is to die! While bombing others, be prepared to be bombed by others! The one-sided pursuit of zero casualties and the pursuit of high-tech superiority is simply useless!

Kurunov, who was in the distance, suddenly stood out from his hiding position, and with his men, ran to the side.

"Kurunov, what are you going to do?" The KGB agent asked, "Your mission has been accomplished, it's time to retreat!" Moreover, those missiles that you have just fired have cluster warheads in them, and bullets are flying everywhere, so what if you step on one yourself?

"There's a crash over there, and we're going to look for the wreckage." Kurunov said. With his feet on the sand, he ran fast, only in the opposite direction to where his target had crashed.

After running two kilometers, he pushed a four-wheeled sandmobile behind a sand dune, and started it, moving quickly in the direction of the wreckage! In the sand, this bike is small and practical! (To be continued.) )