The French then began a full-scale bombardment of the province of Megezor, destroying bridges, roads, and oil pipelines and other facilities in a very short period of time.

Although the Libyan Air Force also dispatched fighter jets to try to drive the French out, let alone air combat, the Libyans whose radar was destroyed had to rely on the most primitive visual means to find the French planes, and the MiG fighters dispatched were either circling in the sky or flying around, without a clue at all.

"These incompetent armies!"

At Megezor Air Base, Captain Moussa of the 773rd Air Regiment slammed the table in anger after listening to the radio story that another bridge had been destroyed by the French.

Although it was the French Air Force that attacked the bridge, the major felt that if it were not for the incompetence of the army, which did not knock Chad down in one go, how could the situation have become like this?

Major Cruza, who was on duty with him, looked indifferent, and even drank coffee slowly and methodically, while reading a book in French.

"Major, aren't you in a hurry?"

"What's the use of being in a hurry?"

The major closed and looked at himself, a flamboyant wingman pilot, who had returned from studying in the Soviet Union, and he didn't have to say anything about his flying skills, but he also learned the Soviets' face of coming and going to war.

As soon as Libya and Chad went to war, he was waiting to bomb N'Djamena, and now that the French are coming, he wants to take the initiative to attack French airfields.

Although there is nothing wrong with this kind of thinking militarily, but politically it is dead, but fortunately, the people above also understand people, so no matter what kind of plan, they were all beaten back, and the captain was also admonished, telling him to do his job honestly.

And now, the captain can only wait in the base for the order to attack.

Soon, the alarm sounded at the airbase, and the two pilots located in the combat readiness duty room also received an order to attack.

"The Phantom of the French blew up the Acreira oil field ten minutes ago, and the above sent us out!"

The major, who received the order to attack, put down the phone, picked up his flying helmet, and said as he walked towards the door.

"Finally able to have a good fight with those guys!"

The two men rushed out of the room and jumped into the jeep at the door, and then the jeep carried the two to the combat hangar on the side of the runway.

At this moment, the busy ground crew has completed the basic preparations, they confirmed the loading of the MiG-21 fighter, checked the various parts of the aircraft, and also energized the fighter to ensure that the pilot can start the fighter as soon as he is in position.

"Have you checked them all?"

"Yes, it's all checked!"

The major who jumped out of the jeep looked at his fighter jet, first touched the fierce skin of the fighter plane as gently as he caressed his wife Opai, and then asked.

The ground staff replied while holding a confirmation board and ticking the box.

Then the major jumped into the engine room, the instrument power in the engine room had been turned on, the ground crew helped the major fasten his seat belt, and also helped the helmet plug in the data cable, the major first turned on the high-frequency radio station, and adjusted the channel to the designated megahertz of the squadron.

"Major, please move the rudder!"

According to the instructions of the ground staff, the major did it one by one, and the ground crew also ticked the board as one, and finally, he handed the board to the major.

After the latter signed, the ground crew removed the ladder, and the major also closed the cockpit cover, and then, he turned on the front brake switch, skillfully turned on the oil distribution switch, and then started the engine, and soon the plane rumbled, the engine tachometer slowly reached the 20% position, and then the major turned his head and saw that the ground personnel had removed the last compressed air pipes and power lines.

Then, the major slowly pushed the throttle valve, and he could feel the shaking of the plane increase, and when the engine speed slowly increased to 50 percent, the major immediately released the brakes and the plane slowly moved.

As the Major drove out of the hangar, he could see that his wingman was keeping with him

Synchronous progress, and then two MiG fighters drove into the runway, one in front of the other.

After taxiing for a distance, the two MiGs rushed into the blue sky one after the other.

"Machete One, the ground unit reports that those phantoms are heading northwest, and the target may be the oil wells in Carneytown!"

"Oil wells? Scimitar One, received!"

The major sighed helplessly, if the ground radar was not attacked, then he was very confident in catching the other party's tail, but now, the old radar was destroyed, and the new one was not in place, and all he could rely on in the sky was his MiG-21 fighter to search for the radar, but this radar has a limited field of vision, the detection range is only thirty kilometers, and the field of view is not large.

However, the major dutifully steered in the air with his wingman, and they were now in the southeast of the province of Megez-Zor, and the French were coming in from the west, and they were about to turn in the direction of their three points.

In this way, we can see if there is a chance to catch the latter.

"Machete Two, let's climb first!"

The major pondered carefully for a few seconds, if he was French, how should he fly, but no matter what, if they want to catch each other, they must first climb to a high altitude, so that although there is a probability that they will be detected by radar, they can only say that there are advantages and disadvantages if they stand high and see far.

Subsequently, two MiG fighters climbed to 5,500 meters, and for the MiG-21, the climb to this height was easy.

After climbing to an altitude of 5,500 meters, the MiG-21 immediately turned to the direction of three points, and the major did not turn on the afterburner, the fuel tank of the MiG-21 fighter is limited, and the fuel tank of the MiG-21 fighter will be limited, and the afterburner will consume not much fuel, which will greatly affect the time spent in the air.

In fact, the major would have preferred to fly the MiG-23 fighters that Libya had purchased from the Soviet side, but those planes were assigned to the elite troops stationed in Benghazi, and front-line combat units like them had no chance to fly them.

After flying in the sky for about ten minutes, the major still did not find the French plane in the intelligence, the sun shone in the cabin, and it was warm, so that the major couldn't help but want to return to the plane and go back to sleep.

"Command, is there a mistake in the ground intelligence, we didn't find the French!"

"The information is correct, those guys just dropped the bomb and headed west!"

"West? What are ground air defenses doing?"

The ground commander hesitated for a few seconds, then replied.

"They didn't dare to fire, they were afraid of being bombed!"

"These cowards, it's all the fault of those Army that we're at this point now!"

The deputy sitting in the wingman said indignantly.