This night, many people had insomnia, lying in bed, they couldn't sleep at all, looking aggrievedly at the Pakistani fighter planes flying in the sky, they really wanted to use the weapons in their hands to burst those fighters down.

Unfortunately, this can only be their imagination.

A high-nosed, white-skinned Soviet man, sitting on a stone at the base, silently smoking a cigarette and looking at the sky with anger in his eyes.

He was Yevgeny, who was knocked down from the sky during the day, and if he hadn't been shot out first, he would have been reduced to ashes with the warplane.

He fell into the water, drenched all over, and when he was rescued, he changed into the clothes of the locals and came to the military camp here.

Tomorrow, there will be vehicles to send them away, and Yevgeny, knowing that his life in India is over, the MiG-29, will not be able to fight the Tomcat fighters!

Actually, it's not that they can't fight, it's that the Pakistanis are too cunning, and their missiles have a long range, so they just fire from a distance and then flee, it's just hooliganism!

If you are really a warrior, then fight your own fighter and compete faster than anyone else!

Thinking of this, Yevgeny was extremely depressed, took half a puff of his cigarette, threw it to the ground, and stomped on it hard.

It was already the middle of the night, and in two hours, it was dawn, and it was the coldest time of the day, so Yevgeny rubbed his hands together and walked towards his room.

"Boom, boom." There was a thunderous sound in the distance.

Is it going to rain? It was already autumn and it rained a lot, and Yevgeny couldn't help but look up at the sky.

But a little later, he changed his face, plane! The voice. It's not thunder at all, it's airplanes! It's the sound of dozens of fighters flying together, the sound is very dull, it's the other party flying at an ultra-low altitude!

At this time, why are there a large number of planes flying? It won't be a Pakistani patrol warplane. It is enough for them to have two Tomcats patrolling, then, surely bombers!

Thinking of this, Yevgeny suddenly realized that the Pakistanis are coming to bomb here!

"Alert, alert!" Yevgeny shouted, his voice echoing through the night sky.

But. He spoke Russian, Russian with a North Caucasian accent.

In the second half of the night, most of the people were asleep, and Yevgeny's voice woke only a few.

"What's calling outside?"

"I don't know, let's go back to sleep."

The Indian soldiers did not take it seriously.

Yevgeny ran wildly and came to an anti-aircraft machine gun at the foot of the barracks, empty. There are no Indian soldiers to keep watch here.

He sat down and made a bang. Pull the bolt.

Then he spun the wheel quickly, heading west, the direction in which the sound was flying.

"Pakistanis, go die!" Yevgeny looked at the crosshairs and pulled the trigger.

"Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da. "Only the sound of a machine gun was heard, tongues of fire were seen, but no tracer bullets flew out, and Yevgeny was very strange. Every third round of machine gun bullets, there should be a tracer bullet to determine the trajectory.

What's going on? As soon as he let go, he looked at the ammunition box again, the yellow bullet on the bullet chain, the warhead was a little strange, it turned out to be a coach bullet!

Damn it!

The Indians actually have no sense of air defense, the war is about to start, and they are still equipped with training shells in anti-aircraft machine guns!

The sound of gunfire woke up many Indians, who were wearing big pants and ran out of their sleeping places, what happened? Who's shooting?

At this moment, in the sky, the A-7 attack aircraft had already flown in.

The fire from the anti-aircraft machine gun, revealing the position, Hanif pushed the lever, the nose dived down, and a bomb, out of the pylon, flew off the pylon, swaying towards the ground.

"Boom!" The bomb exploded at the machine gun position, and Yevgeny, who had just run two steps, felt a wave of air coming from behind, and then, countless shrapnel flew into his back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Is this a massive offensive by Pakistan? Are they crazy?

One after another, A-7 attack planes, flying from the sky, and countless bombs, fell on the camp of the army.

The bombardment has officially begun.

This was simply a massacre, the Indians woke up from their sleep, ran out in a panic, a bomb, fell on their barracks, the whole barracks was lifted away, and the Indian GIs who were looking for trousers inside were instantly blown into flesh and flesh flying.

There was fire everywhere, screams everywhere.

"Boom!" A bomb exploded into the arsenal of the camp, and suddenly, there was a big explosion in the arsenal, and the flames soared into the sky, completely illuminating half the sky.

The situation here immediately made the adjacent air base nervous, and since it was now mainly engaged in air combat, the air base was very vigilant.

"Quick, report to Tehran that we are under massive bombardment by Pakistanis." The commander of Srinagar Air Base, Dronavali Reddy, dressed in a military coat, hurried to the control tower and said to his deputy.

"Our communications are all jammed and the radio is unusable." The deputy said.

"Then use the telephone, even if it's a civilian telephone line!"

"I tried too, but the phone didn't work, and it was completely interrupted." The deputy said.

"Take the gun and follow me!" Dronavali said that now, you need to use guns to protect your base!

"Boom!" At this moment, a violent explosion sounded not far away.

Hangar! That's where the hangar is located! Through the glass, Dronavali could see the explosions on the other side of the hangar, and the Pakistan Air Force was bombing his own hangar!

The MiG-21 that stayed inside was all old-fashioned, and several battles showed that this kind of fighter had no other use except as cannon fodder, and the MiG-21 in the Srinagar base, as long as it took off, would be shot down, and they had given up flying.

The Pakistanis don't even let go of these planes! The facilities of the hangar are strong enough, but when the area around the hangar is bombed, the planes inside cannot be dragged out to take off.

"Boom!" Another bomb, the conning tower shook, the glass shattered, and the bomb fell next to the conning tower.

Dronavali lay behind a wall, afraid to move, and then a terrifying voice was heard.

Another bomb has fallen, and the target is still the conning tower where he is!

Dronavali got up and ran out quickly, but before he could reach the door, the bomb passed through the top of the sturdy conning tower and smashed in!

All the people in the command tower froze, and at this moment, time seemed to stop, and they watched the steering wheel on the tail of the bomb spin rapidly, and then, stopped.

"Boom!" There was fire in front of them, and then everyone felt as if their bodies had been hit by a sledgehammer, and as if countless knives were cutting their flesh, and then, they lost all their senses.

The command tower was on fire, and the entire air base had been studied countless times by the Pakistani Air Force, and every F-16 was dedicated to finding its own target, even if it was a sentry post, a bomb would fall.

The bombardment lasted twenty minutes, and by the time the bombardment was over, the whole of Srinagar was in ruins.

"Boom, boom." The rotors of the helicopter stirred the air current, and the Black Hawk helicopter flew from the mountains.

The side door of the Black Hawk helicopter was open, and a Pakistani soldier, standing there, operated a hoisted machine gun on top.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da." The machine guns were firing incessantly below, and the remaining Indian soldiers were constantly being shot.

The landing site was opened, the Black Hawk helicopter landed, and a squad of infantry, skillfully slid down from above.

When they came down, they immediately ran towards the fire points around the runway and towards the control of the airport according to the original plan.

The tower had been blown up, there was no one left, and with a hand-held frequency-hopping radio, the Pakistani battalion commander shouted: "The airport is completely controlled and can land." ”

A few minutes later, the huge C-130 appeared in their field of vision, and a large fire ignited around the runway, illuminating the runway for them.

The pilot drove carefully, aimed at the runway, and landed in an unfamiliar environment, which was much more difficult than imagined.

The pilot had to land successfully, and there were more than a hundred infantry in the cabin behind him.

The Black Hawk helicopter flew around, keeping an eye out for movement on the ground.

Due to the limited national strength, until now, Pakistan has not had a dedicated helicopter gunship, and in later generations, the AH-1 Cobra helicopter, Pakistan also purchased it after 85 years, and there are only twenty of them.

"Squeak." The wheels hit the ground, slid on the runway, and had excellent take-off and landing capabilities, and the C-130 only skied a few hundred meters before stopping.

The engine was still working, and the propellers were turning, making a whirring sound.

The tailgate opened, and heavily armed Pakistani troops ran down from the inside.

After all the personnel came down, the engine of the C-130 turned at full strength again, driving the transport plane, sliding on the first half of the runway and taking off!

Almost immediately after this transport plane took off, the second transport plane arrived.

With the continuous take-off and landing, the Pakistani army was rapidly gathering towards Srinagar, and the troops that came down first began to rush towards the army barracks.

At this time, the east has turned white, the sky is about to dawn, as long as the army camp is taken, the largest military force of the Indians in the Kashmir Valley will be wiped out, and Pakistan will easily occupy the entire Kashmir Valley. (To be continued......)