Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 326 Soviet equipment is unreliable; we still need to rely on the East!
The frequency band is wrong, so of course the Shrike missile won't respond!

"Change it!" Tugman remained unconcerned. Missiles can't be guaranteed to be 100% operational; it's quite possible that one of their missiles is faulty.

"Neither of them will do."

Tugman was stunned. The probability of both missiles failing was almost zero!
If the missile wasn't broken, then the Syrians have changed the radar frequency? That's impossible. According to intelligence, it would take them at least four hours to change it. In that time, their David Hawks could easily blow the SAM-6 to smithereens.

"Break free!" came an urgent shout from behind.

Tugman realized that now was not the time to think about these things; he needed to break free of the lock-on immediately!

How to get rid of it?

Climbing was out of the question; it would only hasten death. So, he pushed the control stick, and the fighter jet began to dive. The earth rushed towards him, and the aura of death began to envelop him. His eyes were fixed on the altimeter, planning to pull back at an altitude of 200 meters, which would level off at around 50 meters...

The minimum altitude of the SAM-6 missile is 60 meters. As long as it flies within 50 meters, there is no need to worry about being hit! This is thanks to Mossad's intelligence department, and it is also the best way for him to get rid of the death crisis.

800 meters, 600 meters, 400 meters...

Just as they were about to reach 200 meters, boom!

An explosion rang out, and countless fragments entered his plane. The next moment, the fire alarm lights came on.

"Quick, jump!" Tugman shouted.

In two-seat fighter jets, the pilot in the back seat always ejects first. The altitude is very low now, so we have to hurry. Even if we jump and get caught by the Syrians, we might not die. But if we stay on the plane, we definitely won't survive.

Wait, there's no response from the rear cabin?

He looked into the rearview mirror in the cockpit and saw that the area behind him was already a sea of ​​blood. He gritted his teeth and pulled the ejection pin.

Above his head, the cockpit canopy flew off; below him, flames surged. Despite the immense G-force, he did not lose consciousness but stared intently at the distant missile site.

With his keen eyesight, the pilot quickly noticed something odd about the missile sites. In addition to the tracked SAM-6 missiles from before, there were now some wheeled truck chassis. The missiles... were placed vertically, and the radar there was flat-panel shaped...

What new equipment is this?

Beneath his buttocks, the exploration seat detached; above his head, the parachute deployed. Tughman, already plummeting through the sky, still stared intently at the anti-aircraft missile site. Were Mossad's intelligence departments all incompetent? A new anti-aircraft missile had appeared, and they didn't even know!
and many more!

A rumbling sound came from the distant sky. He looked up and his expression changed drastically.

The F-16 fleet is here!

The lead pilot, Zeif, had already seen the fireball bursting in the sky and knew that the F-4 Phantom had been shot down, but... he was not afraid.

The defeat in the Yom Kippur War spurred every David's Eagle pilot to seek revenge!

Now that the SAM-6 air defense missile is right in front of them, how can they give up now!
"Attention, descend to fifty meters, ultra-low altitude penetration!" Zeif shouted as he pushed the control stick, lowering the fighter jet to fifty meters. This was practically skimming the ground, a high-speed chase that even Hollywood blockbusters wouldn't dare to depict.

However, he is not worried.

On the nose of the aircraft, the advanced Doppler radar has been adjusted to synthetic aperture mode, taking in everything in front of it. Most importantly, this radar can also communicate with the operating system. When the pilot does not have time to react, the operating system will automatically control the fighter jet to pull up and avoid obstacles.

So, while flying may seem dangerous, it's actually... not safe either. Are we really entrusting our lives to computers? Won't computers make mistakes?

But they didn't care; they flew forward with an indomitable spirit.

According to previous intelligence, no anti-aircraft guns were deployed at this No. 3 SAM-6 missile site. It is unclear whether this was due to negligence on the part of the Syrians or because the Yom Kippur War gave them blind confidence in this type of anti-aircraft missile.

The minimum firing height is 60 meters, so our David's Eagle will fly 50 meters!
Other aircraft may find it difficult to do so, but the advanced F-16, with its first-class flight performance, can easily fly at this altitude!

Four F-16s, fully loaded with bombs, launched an attack on Missile Site No. 3, until...

Upon hearing the radar warning receiver, Zeif paused for a moment, then... ignored it.

Don't worry, even if the other side locks onto you, they can't launch a missile to attack you, as this is beyond the limits of their missiles!
and many more!

When Zeif saw the plume of smoke rising from the target area ahead, he felt his eyelids begin to twitch violently.

The smoke column first flew vertically into the sky before swooping down towards itself. What does this mean? It means the missile was launched vertically, and it's definitely not a SAM-6 missile!

damn it!
"Junior Squadron, at your attention! Abandon bombing mission and take cover immediately!"

Although he didn't know if the enemy's missiles could reach the fighter jets at an altitude of fifty meters, he felt it was better to take some precautions.

The four fighter jets split into two directions, half to the left and half to the right, but unfortunately, it was no use!

boom!
The moment he heard the explosion, Zeif did not hesitate and immediately pulled the ejection pin. At such a low altitude, he didn't know if he would have a chance to escape.

The moment he stepped out of the cockpit, he had just breathed a sigh of relief when a piece of debris flew in and struck his body. Blood spurted down, mingling with the exhaust flames of the rocket seat. In his last moments, he looked around and saw that his wingman had also been hit and exploded into a fireball.

His squadron is probably... completely wiped out!

On the ground, Mahmoud's face was full of excitement.

"Great, great! Although the SAM-6 missiles are unusable,... the missiles we bought from the East are still usable!"

Long live the Eastern missiles!

On the position, cheers of excitement rang out. Everyone watched as the vertically launched missiles continued to be launched and ascended into the air, flying towards their targets. David's planes, like kites with broken strings, fell one after another.

"Company commander, could the weapons from the East also be targeted by the Mockingbirds?" Just then, a voice rang out from the side.

It was the platoon leader on the missile vehicle. Their radar was still changing frequencies, and they had nothing else to do, so they came out to watch the excitement.

"Yes, if this is also destroyed by the Mockingbird, then we..."

“No way.” Mahmoud shook his head. “I heard that the radar in the East can switch frequencies in just a few minutes. After this wave of attacks, they’ll definitely switch to a different frequency. The Davids replaced their Shrike radar with theirs, but they still can’t lock onto the target. Moreover, I heard that this kind of radar has a burn-through function. If all else fails, they can just burn the Shrike’s seeker head…”

"So strong?" Everyone was stunned.

Mahmoud's missile battery was originally slated to be refitted with Eastern missiles, so Mahmoud attended a meeting and heard about some of the parameters. Unfortunately, in the end, the missiles were given to someone else.

Now, looking at the SAM-6 missile beside him, he felt nothing but disdain. It couldn't be launched vertically, it had vacuum tubes, and changing the radar frequency band was complicated... Eastern equipment is just so good!
"Company Commander, do you think that once we upgrade to the 9K37, it will be better than these Eastern missiles?"

"Of course not! The 9K37 is just a modified version of the cube. The missile from the East is brand new. It's a pity that its range is still not enough to protect the entire Beka Valley."

In the distance, explosions rang out, fireballs rose, and tremors continued to emanate from the ground, indicating that their comrades were likely...

We shouldn't have bought missiles from the Russians in the first place; we should have just bought them all from the East!
The fierce battle continued in the skies above Beka Valley. Explosions rang out continuously, both in the air and on the ground.

The Syrian army only purchased two sets of air defense missiles, which meant that they could only protect the security of two SAM-6 missile sites at most. Four hours later, the radar of the SAM-6 missiles was replaced, and by the time they were put back into battle, the battle was over.

The remaining eight missile sites were all destroyed! Thirteen David aircraft were shot down, all by Eastern missiles! The reason the results weren't significant was because after the Davids discovered the new anti-aircraft missiles in these two locations, they immediately abandoned bombing those missile sites. Once they were out of range of the missile sites, they were no longer effective!
Xu Tuo, the capital.

"Everything is just as the Easterners predicted!" Mosharak said with emotion. "If it weren't for the Eastern missiles saving us from some losses, our operations in the Beka Valley would have been completely wiped out!"

“Yes, the Davidians’ actions are exactly like an Eastern script. First, they used drones to lure our radar into turning on, then they launched anti-radiation missiles to attack the radar vehicle, and then all sorts of fighter jets came to bomb it together…” Taras, who was in charge of the air force, said.

In the main seat, Hafez al-Assad had a complex expression. Before entering politics, he was a pilot. In the 1956 Suez Canal War, he shot down a British bomber. In several Middle East wars, he either flew fighter jets or commanded from the rear. Later, he became the commander of the Syrian Air Force.

Of course, there were also defeats, the most unforgettable of which was the defeat at the Golan Heights during the Third Middle East War.

Now, will the Bekaa Valley follow in the footsteps of the Golan Heights? Of course not!
"When will the Soviet 9K37 anti-aircraft missiles arrive?" Hafez asked.

"Half a year later."

"It's too late; we can't possibly make it in time for the war!"

“This is not our fault,” said the Soviet representative, Gulayev. “We produced it to order, prioritizing the use of the Soviet Army and Air Defense Forces. After all, this is an advanced missile system that was only finalized in 79…”

Those Russians are just good at shirking responsibility!
Gulayev continued his tirade: "The early warning aircraft and Super-7 fighter jets you ordered from the East haven't arrived yet. Those Easterners promised to deliver them before the war. Now you want to hold the East accountable..."

Hafez's expression was icy. This Soviet was complaining! Complaining that Syria had purchased anti-aircraft missiles from the East! But, as it turned out, the Eastern anti-aircraft missiles were more effective. Even if the 9K37 came, it might not be of any use. Once the radar frequency was detected, the enemy could launch another Shrike, and the same tragic fate would befall them.

Eastern radars, on the other hand, can change frequencies in just a few minutes!

But I can't say right now.

"Mosharak, go and urge Dongfang to see when their fighter jets will arrive..."

Thump thump thump... Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside.

"Report! The Davidians have once again dispatched a large number of warplanes towards the Bekaa Valley. They have bypassed the eastern air defense missile positions and are continuing to approach our territory!"

"Order: Air Force sortie!"

At this point, there was no other way but to send air force fighters to take over!

T4 Air Force Base.

The sharp air raid siren sounded, and pilots grabbed their flight helmets and rushed to their aircraft.

Major Mohammed-Basim-Adil, a Syrian ace pilot, was among the first pilots when Syria imported its first batch of MiG-23 fighter jets from the Soviet Union.

By now, he has accumulated over 800 hours of MiG-23 flight experience, making him a seasoned pilot.

Stepping into the cockpit, he took a deep breath and turned on the various instruments.

A loud roar came from behind, the engine started normally, he released the brakes and slid onto the runway.

"The bald eagle is calling, requesting takeoff!"

"Bald eagle, take off. Note that after takeoff, climb to an altitude of 6,000 meters, align with the 0-3-1 direction, and fly at maximum speed. After flying 300 kilometers, you will meet the target!"

"The bald eagle understands!"

For the Syrian Air Force, it is still the Soviet model, where pilots need to fully obey ground guidance and fight according to ground commands from takeoff, and this is no exception now.

With wings fully extended, the aircraft took off with ease. Major Adil skillfully turned the wing knobs, retracting the wings to their fullest extent. The air resistance decreased instantly, and the fighter jet seemed to be injected with adrenaline, whizzing as it began to accelerate rapidly.

Behind, the afterburner was still burning fiercely, and white smoke appeared at the front of the nose, which continued to gather and form a sharp cone shape. Then, the nose pierced through the cone and entered the supersonic realm!
Mach 1, Mach 1.5, Mach 2...

Behind him, three wingmen followed closely, flying together over the Beka Valley.

Three hundred kilometers, two hundred kilometers, one hundred kilometers...

The afterburner was shut down, the fighter jet began to decelerate, Major Adil turned on the onboard radar, and then... he saw a screen full of static.

"Bald Eagle is calling, about to enter the battlefield, but is experiencing strong electromagnetic interference and cannot see the situation ahead. Please indicate the enemy aircraft's location!"

"The bald eagle calls, the bald eagle calls!"

Despite Major Adil's desperate shouts, he received no response from the rear. It was because... radio communications had been jammed!
Oh no! Major Adil suddenly felt a wave of panic.

Without ground guidance and their own radar, they became blind, completely unaware of the situation in the airspace ahead, and crashed headlong into it...

"Damn it, I'm locked on!" Just then, the wingman's voice came through the headset. Amidst the electromagnetic interference, the voice was intermittent; they could only hear it when they were close enough, and it would completely disappear if they were a little further away.

"I've been locked down too!"

Exclamations of alarm rang out. The Russian radar warning receivers were too primitive; they could only tell that they were under attack, but not the exact location!
Major Adil heard the same sound in his ears. He didn't panic. He quickly scanned the airspace ahead and then... he saw several bright spots flying in!

"Attention, at the eleven o'clock position, turn sideways to avoid it!"

Major Adil shouted instructions while moving quickly, using his left hand to adjust the wing sweep angle knob to fully deploy the wings, his right hand to push the control stick, and his right foot to press the rudder.

Under the immense overload, he felt dizzy and disoriented, but he couldn't care less about that now!
Since the radar warning receiver has been triggered, it means that the incoming missile is a semi-active radar-guided Sparrow missile. As long as it turns to the direction perpendicular to the radar beam, it can break the lock!

Sure enough, the sound in the earphones disappeared, and the bright spots turned into several milky white missiles. One of them self-destructed in mid-air because it lost its target, while the remaining three accurately hit his three companions.

Boom, boom, boom!
Three fireballs appeared in the sky. Major Adil had no time to mourn for his comrades. He turned ninety degrees to the side again, drawing an S-shaped trajectory in the sky, and rushed forward.

The enemy is right in front of us, take them down!
Soon, David's fighter jet came into view. The rectangular air intakes on both sides and the twin vertical tails at the rear indicated that it was an American-made F-15 fighter jet.

Hmph, so what if it's an F-15? You're a third-generation fighter, and so is my plane!
Major Adil bravely engaged the enemy, quickly switching on his weapon selection switch. If he could get within five kilometers, he could launch the R-60 air-to-air missiles under his wings. This was the world's first air-to-air missile designed specifically for dogfights. It was only 2 meters long and weighed only 43.5 kilograms, making it small, agile, and highly maneuverable!
and many more!

Major Adil stared wide-eyed at the flames rising from under the wings of the opposing lead plane.

David Air Force, F-15 pilot Ilan swiftly locked onto his opponent and launched Python-3 missiles. He showed great respect to this lone pilot: two missiles!
The Python-3 missile has a very high hit rate; two hits are enough to demonstrate how formidable the opponent is.

Countless alpacas floated above Major Adil's head. He gritted his teeth and continued to fly head-on, watching the missile get closer and closer. Then, he released a flare and quickly pulled the plane up.

The wing sweep angle instantly reached its maximum! The engine spewed out scorching flames and instantly activated its maximum afterburner!
This is definitely an elite among pilots!
　PS: The top image shows a mockingbird, the bottom image shows an R-60.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)