Chapter 356: Chinese Flying Fish, Four Shots and Four Hits!
After taking off, the Mirage F1 quickly climbed to the top of the air, flew over the Shatt al-Arab, Abadan, and then eastward, all the way to the port of Khomeini.
The captain of the Mirage F1 squadron, Hamad, who had launched Exocet missiles at night, was now concentrating on piloting along the route to a new target.
Due to the loading of C801 missiles, the aircraft was somewhat struggling, and the level flight speed was only Mach 0.7.
And in the rear of the Mirage F1 formation, the squadron of F-20 fighters, it is very easy.
Because the F-20 fighter uses the F404 turbofan engine, which is powerful and fuel-efficient, the thrust-to-weight ratio of the whole aircraft is more than 1, and this time it is an air superiority mission, only two Sparrow air-to-air missiles and two Sidewinder missiles are mounted, so the aircraft is relatively light.
Thinking that they would not have the opportunity to board such a plane until the end of their trip to the United States, Adnan complained to the Americans, especially the test pilot, who had deliberately done so on his way back to the Basra airport.
Bullish what! In the future, I will also become an excellent test pilot, and after we in Iraq have built our own fighters! Adnan held his breath.
However, the Americans have never stopped them in ground training, because the F-20 is also a hydraulic plane, not a telex, so on the premise that they are already familiar with the F-20's operation and panels, they have flown this kind of aircraft, and they are familiar with the road, the readings of various instruments, and the use of various equipment, they have completely mastered it.
Originally, I thought that the MiG-25 radar was the best, with a long range and super power, but when I arrived in the United States, Adnan realized that his opinion was absolutely wrong.
Although the radar of the F-20 is not the most powerful, it is the most sophisticated, with a high resolution, a large number of reliable surnames, and strong data processing capabilities, and it is very easy to use it to guide medium-range Sparrow missiles.
In this battle, if they meet the fighters of the Iranians, let them taste the might! Adnan thought to himself.
Khomeini Port is located on the coast of the Persian Gulf in Iran's Khuzestan province, and is now a relatively large port city in Iran. Before the Islamic Revolution in 1979, it was known as Shahpur Port, located at the end of the Trans-Iranian Railway connecting Tehran, the capital near the Caspian Sea, and the Persian Gulf region.
The largest of them is the 1,350-ton frigate "Alvand" class, at this time, smoke is rising from the chimney of this warship, and the main engine boiler has just been ignited, ready to return to Bandar Abbas in the east.
The sailors yawned, because the civilian ships no longer dared to dock, their warship had simply become a supply ship, and the soldiers of the two newly formed companies had been brought in the day before yesterday, and they were ready to go to the rear to bring some weapons over.
Since it is driven by a steam turbine, the boiler has to be preheated and burned for at least 20 minutes before it can reserve enough pressure to drive the steam turbine.
So, the sailors lazily took toothbrushes and were standing on the deck brushing their teeth and washing.
At this time, they did not know that a great disaster was coming.
"Note that the targets have been assigned, and each uses fire control radar to lock on to its own target." Adnan said over the radio.
Even the Exocet from China is very valuable, and if it is only used against targets such as patrol boats, it is too cost-effective, so at the age of fifty kilometers, Adnan climbed first, scanned the ships in the harbor with radar, and found the four largest of them, and used the data link to assign them to his own attack formation in turn.
"Roger." Other members of the formation said that after receiving the target, they turned on their radars one after another, climbed high and locked onto the target, and the four-plane formation had dispersed.
Everything was so skillful, open the weapon safe, wait for the data to be injected into the missile, the missile computer planned the route, and after everything was done, the C801 missile dragged the tongue of fire and left the belly of the Mirage F1.
At this time, outside the atmosphere at an altitude of more than 100,000 meters, an American spy satellite accurately recorded this scene.
"Boom, boom." Iranian sailors are foaming at the mouth and brushing their yellowed front teeth, a challenging task.
The toothpaste is white, how can the teeth be yellow when brushed?
An Iranian sailor, who was looking at the sea outside the railing, foamed at the mouth of his mouth, thought depressedly, and suddenly, he felt something abnormal around him.
Why didn't the sailors around him suddenly stop?
"Hey, what are you doing?" He glanced at the person next to him.
Didn't speak.
He followed the eyes of the people next to him, only to realize that there was a flame on the sea in the distance.
As a result of the Islamic Revolution, many of the soldiers on board had been purged, and there were very few experienced and American-trained sailors on the ship, but he was also one.
What is that? Needless to say, of course it's missiles, idiots, this must be the thing that killed the Babur class.
"Quick, hidden!" The sailor shouted loudly, which woke up the people next to him.
Unfortunately, it was too late, and the missile had already entered the serpentine maneuvering stage at the very end, although the attacked ship did not have any means to return fire at all, it still faithfully carried out the pre-designed instructions, and entered the process of constantly turning to avoid the attack.
However, the process was fast, and before two seconds had passed, the missile plunged headlong into Alvand's stomach and hit the boiler that was heating up.
Well, the steam that had been added to the boiler to a pressure of more than a dozen atmospheres began to leak, and the huge pressure tore open the entire boiler room, and the warhead of the missile with the remaining fuel caused a violent combustion.
The experienced veteran just now had already jumped into the water and was struggling to swim ashore.
In the port, it was already miserable, and the four ships that did not move at all, that is, the four bright target ships, achieved good results in four shots and four hits under the blow of C801.
The F-20 fighters in the rear have been protecting the Mirage F1 fighters attacking in front, and they are faithfully guarding the sky here.
Suddenly, on the radar screen in front of Adnan, several bright spots appeared, and on the sea surface at eighty kilometers, there were four targets!
Ultra-low altitude, ready to strike from the sea? Stop dreaming!
"Tiger Shark squadron, ready to fight." Adnan said over the radio.
The APG-67 radar has shown its advanced side, at this distance, even the radar of the Mirage F1 will think that the other party is an aircraft, because the other party flies in a dense formation, but the sharp eyes of the APG-67 have distinguished them.
Want to sneak attack? There is a price to pay!
(To be continued)