Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 89 Zion Air Force VS United States Air Force

Lu Lin watched as the F-4 fighter jets flew overhead. Just as the fighter jets swept past the front line, the Zion air defense positions reacted swiftly.

The radar lock alarm suddenly sounded, and several anti-aircraft missiles streaked into the sky, leaving orange-red trails of flame.

"Five missiles spotted at the 11 o'clock position!"

In Lu Lin's field of vision, the originally neatly arranged green markers suddenly scattered.

The lead F-4 demonstrated amazing maneuverability, with a rapid dive followed by an emergency climb, easily shaking off the first incoming missile.

The missile, having lost its target, flew along its original trajectory into the distance, eventually turning into a ball of fire on the distant horizon.

At the same time, the "white telephone poles" hanging under the wings of the F-4 suddenly detached from their pylons, precisely locked onto the ground radar signal, and headed straight for the Zion air defense position.

“A young animal? No, wait!” Lu Lin’s pupils contracted slightly. “Could it be a ‘mockingbird’?!”

Just as he was momentarily unsure, the other F-4s quickly released decoys, detonating the missiles tracking the fighter jet in mid-air at a safe distance.

Meanwhile, the Zion radar operator on the ground noticed that the waveform on the screen suddenly distorted. Before he could react, a piercing shriek had already enveloped the entire position.

"Run! Run—"

It's a pity it's too late.

"boom!"

The anti-radiation missile penetrated the roof of the radar vehicle, and the high-explosive warhead blasted the electronic equipment into a fireball.

And they even said they weren't from the United States!

Lu Lin watched this scene from the air and thought to himself.

Previously, the United States provided Shuangzhi with mostly "downgraded" versions of weapons and equipment, and there was no anti-radiation missile like the "Shrike".

This thing is specifically designed to target radar. It can automatically lock onto a target as soon as it is detected. It is a representative weapon in electronic warfare and a true cutting-edge technology.

With the air defense positions paralyzed, United States fighters disguised as Shuangzhi Air Force quickly gained air superiority and began precision bombing of their designated targets.

Through the eagle's perspective, Lu Lin clearly saw the red highlighted areas going out one after another, and 60% of the anti-tank positions and artillery positions he had pointed out were completely destroyed.

Zion's second-tier defense system suddenly became weak, and the Shuangzhi 3rd Armored Division seized the opportunity to advance steadily, engaging in fierce firefights with Zion's armored forces.

"This is truly effective support!"

Lu Lin also became excited and immediately ordered all artillery positions: "Full fire coverage! Fire out all the stockpiled ammunition! Take this opportunity to break through the enemy's defenses!"

Zion's counter-battery radar has a weakness: it cannot track a large number of shells at the same time. Saturation fire will turn the radar screen into a snowy mess.

Of course, it's also possible that Zion's anti-tank radar was already destroyed in the airstrike.

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Meanwhile, Zion's Mirage III air squadron had also arrived over Garam.

Captain Dane heard a message from the ground: "Be careful! Those dual-class pilots are very skilled; they can dodge our missiles in the air!"

"Don't worry, they can dodge missiles but they can't dodge my machine guns!" Captain Dane said confidently. "In air combat, we've never lost to the Arabs!"

The Air Force is the pride of Zion, especially in aerial combat. During the Six-Day War, they achieved a 10:1 exchange ratio, setting one of the best air combat records in the world.

Meanwhile, their radar had already locked onto the withdrawing F-4 air column.

"Attention all aircraft, enemy aircraft spotted 10 kilometers ahead, altitude 5000, speed 800. Maintain formation and prepare to engage." Captain Dane's voice came through the radio into each Mirage III pilot's headset.

"Target confirmed, four F-4s, loosely packed," wingman Modica reported. "They don't seem to have spotted us yet."

“This is how Arab pilots are.” Dane’s lips curled into a cold smile: “Keep the radar silent, climb to 7000, and use the cover of night to approach.”

He gently pulled the control stick, leading his squadron diagonally into the high sky.

"Distance 3000 2500 2000," the navigator calmly reported the distance.

Dane could feel his adrenaline surging through his veins. When he heard the number "1500," he decisively ordered, "Activate radar! Lock onto target! Attack!"

Four Mirage IIIs simultaneously activated their radars, and their fire control systems instantly locked onto the F-4s ahead.

Almost at the same second, the F-4 formation scattered like a flock of birds.

"Damn it, they were prepared!" Mordecai exclaimed.

Dane stared intently at the lead F-4, which performed an incredible abrupt turn, flipping its fuselage almost vertically 90 degrees while releasing a series of heat decoys.

The missiles launched by the Mirage III were attracted by the decoys, deviated from their targets, and exploded at a distance.

"Switch to machine gun! Follow me!" Dane slammed on the throttle, and the Mirage III's excellent thrust-to-weight ratio propelled the fighter jet to rapid acceleration.

He noticed that the F-4's maneuvering style was completely different from that of ordinary Arab pilots; every movement was precise and efficient, with no unnecessary actions.

The two fighter jets engaged in a chase over Garam. Dane used the Mirage III's excellent horizontal maneuverability to gradually close the distance with the F-4.

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"Got you!" Dane pressed the cannon button, and the two cannons under the nose of the Mirage III spewed fire. But the F-4 suddenly performed an almost impossible dive maneuver, its fuselage almost vertical, while releasing chaff.

The shells exploded around the F-4, but failed to hit any vital targets.

"This guy is a Shuangzhi pilot?!" Dane's forehead veins bulged.

He was all too familiar with the tactics of Arab pilots, those outdated tacticians who were accustomed to high-angle maneuvers, exaggerated but inefficient.

But the guy in front of him had received top-level professional training and had brought the F-4's dive performance to its limit.

A hurried warning came through the radio: "Parrot, watch your six o'clock position!"

Dane turned around sharply and saw another F-4 swooping down from high altitude, its missiles already locked onto him from under its wings.

He instinctively yanked the control stick, simultaneously releasing flares. The Mirage III executed a violent barrel roll, with the missile grazing past the fuselage.

"Damn it, these guys are actually working together!" Dane finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

This is no longer just about encountering an ace pilot; it's like a whole well-trained and perfectly coordinated elite force suddenly appeared!

The air combat situation deteriorated rapidly, and a Mirage III was hit on the right wing by a missile fired by an F-4, forcing the pilot to eject.

While another Mirage III successfully damaged the tail fin of an F-4, it was also hit in the engine by machine gun fire and left the battlefield belching black smoke.

Dane was locked in a one-on-one dogfight with the initial F-4 lead aircraft. He radioed his wingman: "Dove, I need you to draw his attention!"

"Understood! Approaching!"

Mordecai's Mirage III cut in from the side and fired a barrage of machine gun fire at the F-4. Dane quickly climbed to an altitude of 6000 meters, then turned and dived, putting the F-4 into the aiming ring.

"Let's see how you run now!" Dane held his breath, his finger hovering over the launch button.

At this critical moment, the F-4 suddenly performed a maneuver that Dane had never seen before. It first made a sharp turn, and then, with the help of flaps and speed brakes, it made a "vertical hovering" motion, reducing its speed drastically.

Dane's Mirage III overtook the F-4 due to its excessive speed.

"what!"

Dane's eyes widened. Theoretically, only light fighters like the Soviet MiG-21 could perform such a maneuver!

The other side actually managed to do it, even with a heavy fighter like the F-4!

"Dive! Dive now!" Mordecai's voice was almost cracking.

Without hesitation, Dane pushed the stick all the way down, sending the Mirage III hurtling almost vertically toward the ground. At the same time, he released all the flares, causing the F-4's missiles to veer off course due to the interference, but fragments from the explosion still struck the Mirage III's left wing.

The fuselage shook violently, and alarms blared throughout the cockpit. Dane strained to level the plane, but the altimeter showed only 800 meters.

“The left wing is damaged, but it can still fly.” Dane checked the instruments and found that the F-4 had also followed and was still chasing closely.

The two fighter jets weaved through the valley terrain, with Dane using the Mirage III's smaller turning radius to try and shake off his pursuers.

"Dove, I need a window!"

"I'm trying! That guy's wingman is entangled with me!"

Dane spotted a mountain range ahead and suddenly had a brilliant idea. He kept flying low until the very last moment, then suddenly pulled up the nose of the plane.

The F-4s chasing behind were forced to detour, losing precious seconds.

It's now!

Dane seized the fleeting opportunity, pushed the throttle valve to the afterburner position, and the Phantom III shot into the sky like an arrow!
He also performed a difficult inverted maneuver, pointing the nose of his aircraft at the F-4 below.

"It's my turn!"

Dane pressed the fire button, and the cannon roared, spewing flames as the shell accurately hit the F-4's right engine, which immediately emitted thick smoke.

However, the F-4 pilot did not panic. Instead, he immediately shut down the engine, released flares, and performed a violent roll to escape the battlefield.

Dane wanted to give chase, but found that another F-4 was approaching from the side.

"Parrot, we have to retreat!" Mordecai shouted over the radio. "All the other planes have been shot down, now we only have two left!"

Dane glanced resentfully at the smoking F-4, which was retreating westward under the cover of its wingman.

At that moment, the command from ground control came through the headset: "All units return to base immediately. Repeat, return to base immediately!"

"Understood, returning to base."

Dane responded with difficulty, pulling up his fighter jet and flying towards the base. His Mirage III's left wing was damaged, and its speed could only be maintained at around 400 knots.

Dane recalled the F-4's movements and realized that his flight suit was soaked with sweat.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind: Galam might not be able to hold out.

(End of this chapter)