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Chapter 334 Amidst the bittersweet joy, the two powerful warriors resolutely launch their attack!

“That’s natural. This Super-7 is an improvement on the MiG-21, so it certainly has Soviet technology, but… it had already received full authorization from the Soviet Union at the time.” Hafez became wary.

What are the Russians trying to do?

The Eastern equipment won the war, which pleased Syria. However, the Russians must be unhappy. So, will they pull some tricks next? For example, will the Russians ban Syria from using their technology because their superiors used it?
Don't doubt the Russians' cunning; their hearts are already very fragile and could break at any moment. Once they find an excuse, they might set up strong obstacles.

Now, the Syrian Air Force is fighting with these Eastern fighter jets!
Valishi shook his head: "No, no, I'm not talking about the airframe, but the engine. The engine used in this Dongfang Super 7 fighter is actually a copy of our RD33. No wonder the thrust is so strong, no wonder the maneuverability is so high. It's because it uses our Soviet technology."

Vasily's face was full of pride: "Our Soviet technology is the key to your victory!"

"Yes, let's toast our Soviet friends!" Hafez was secretly pleased to hear that the other side was not protesting, and quickly raised his glass. These old Russians were addicted to alcohol; if he could get them drunk, everything would be much easier.

Vasily didn't think too much about it. He raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's raise a glass together to celebrate. This victory is also thanks to the Soviet Union!"

So this guy was just seeking psychological comfort? If so, we can satisfy their needs; we can have a few more drinks later.

The Russians here, of course, did not protest, but the relevant information had already been transmitted back to their country through the KGB representative in the military advisory group. Moscow was furious when it received the news and immediately sent a telegram to the East.

The celebratory banquet for Xu Tuo lasted until late into the night, while in the east, a new day had already begun.

Manager Liu had just started his shift when the pretty receptionist rushed over: "Manager Liu, something terrible has happened! The Russians have come to our door demanding an explanation!"

Manager Liu nodded: "Don't worry, the Russians need our help. If we anger them, we can cut off their supply, and then they'll be worried."

"Oh."

In the conference room.

It was clear that the people from the Klimov Design Bureau and the Mikoyan Design Bureau would not arrive in such a short time. The one who came to protest was the Russian diplomat in the East, Triyanovsky.

"Manager Liu, we discovered Soviet technology on your Super-7 fighter jets. How do you explain this?"

"Mr. Triyanovsky, I think this must be a misunderstanding. When we first introduced the MiG-21, we also introduced the supporting technologies. We have the right to handle these technologies. Besides, with the development of the Super-7, even Mikoyan himself could not recognize it as a derivative of the MiG-21. Isn't it a bit excessive for your side to keep focusing on this?"

"What's excessive? You're the ones who've really gone too far! How could you do this!" Triyanovsky said. "You said you wanted to make the Europeans suffer, which is why we handed over the RD33 engine to you. We never expected that you would actually copy our engine! This is plagiarism, this is counterfeiting, this is theft!"

"What? The RD33 engine? That's just a tool we use to negotiate with the Europeans. We never even considered using that technology." Manager Liu said with a smile, "Mr. Triyanovsky, to be honest, we disdain using the RD33. It's too outdated."

"What did you say?" Triyanovsky was amused: "You disdain to use it? Then tell me, where did the WS-12 turbofan engine used on the Super-7 aircraft you exported to Syria come from?"

"Well, well..." Manager Liu chuckled a few times, then spoke as if he had made up his mind.

"If we were talking to outsiders, we would definitely say that we developed it ourselves. But here, we won't hide it either. It uses a lot of F404 engine technology. The casing, bypass duct, fan, combustion chamber, etc. are all from F404. With some parts that we developed ourselves, we put together this engine."

"Hmph, the compressor belongs to our RD33!"

"It's really not," Manager Liu said. "It may look a bit like yours, but it's truly the result of our own research and development. I can only say that different paths lead to the same goal, and great minds think alike."

"Hmph, anyway, the higher-ups used our technology, and you have to give us an explanation."

Triyanovsky's face was serious: "You need to hand over the manufacturing process for the planar slotted radar antenna to us in order to obtain our authorization, otherwise..."

“That’s impossible. This wasn’t coordinated by AVIC Skills. The specific technology belongs to the factories below, and the patents are theirs. It has nothing to do with us.” Manager Liu said, “If you continue to make trouble, then I can only say that the door to cooperation that we finally opened will be closed again because of your shamelessness. We will completely cancel our cooperation projects with you.”

"You dare! If you do this, you are provoking the Soviet Union. Our armored torrent of thousands of tanks on the border could come at any moment!"

Manager Liu smiled and said, "Back when our country was weak, we weren't afraid. Now, our country's economy is progressing, our technology is soaring, and our military equipment is being upgraded. We're about to catch up with world-class levels. Why would we be afraid of ground tank units? From fighter jets to helicopters, we have many ways to take down tanks. As for your field air defense missiles, they're just firewood in our eyes..."

What era are we living in? Why are we still clinging to Cold War thinking? Have we in the East ever been afraid?
Now, even you Soviet Union wouldn't dare, because your domestic situation is in turmoil. You don't have the energy to threaten us with war. Your best option is to restore normal relations with us.

This little friction is nothing! These guys just want to shamelessly and greedily demand our technology.

"So, Mr. Triyanovsky, I reiterate once again, our WS-12 has nothing to do with the RD-33. If anyone is to hold us responsible for copying, it's the Americans who should be held accountable. Don't try to glorify yourselves, and don't try to extort our technology in this way. If this is all you're asking for, then you can leave."

Triyanovsky, his face contorted with rage, exclaimed, "Fine, fine, fine! Since you're so stubborn, don't blame the Soviet Union for turning against you!"

"If you turn your back on us, all previous cooperation will be null and void. You won't get a single flat slotted radar antenna. Your Su-27s will just have to go back to using those outdated, one-ton radars."

Triyanovsky, who had already stood up to leave, suddenly changed his expression: "How did you know?"

Putting aside other things, the Su-27 project requires Eastern technology. If they were to install their own radar, their already excellent maneuverability would be greatly hampered. Now... they can't do without the radar antennas and many chips provided by the East!

"I'm sorry, I can't comment on that. Perhaps we can have a drink, sit down and have a good talk. Cooperation is the only way to achieve a win-win situation, while confrontation will not yield any results."

Triyanovsky looked conflicted, unsure whether to storm off or sit down.

In the Middle East, during the darkest hour before dawn, the T4 airbase was also fast asleep, with little movement. If you were near the dormitory area, you could hear some snoring.

On the tarmac, lights were still on on a large four-engine aircraft, casting a huge black shadow into the sky from its mushroom-shaped rotor.

"The technology on this plane is truly advanced!" exclaimed Morgulov, the Russian engineer. "Putting everything else aside, the computer on this plane is a thousand times faster than the one on our A-50!"

"Putting processing power aside for now, this radar is something we can only dream of. It really is a planar slotted antenna, with high energy conversion and small sidelobes. I think we should import radar antennas from the East not only for our fighter jets, but also for our early warning aircraft. Our A-50 is still using waveguides, which is too outdated!" Engineer Igor said.

When the Russians purchased the early warning aircraft from the East, they had the idea of ​​disassembling it for their own research. Unfortunately, since it was still during the war, the Russians could not disassemble the early warning aircraft into large pieces and could only conduct a rough study.

Even so, the Russians were already very impressed. They felt that everything they saw was incredibly awesome.

Everything seemed so advanced; the Russians' technology was more than ten, maybe even twenty years behind.

Take antennas for example. Fighter jets use inverted antennas, but what about early warning aircraft? Early warning aircraft can't possibly use inverted antennas too, right? After some thought, they decided to use the waveguide antennas from the warships. That's right, the waveguides used for the top-mounted radar on the Sovremenny-class destroyers.

When used on warships, a slightly heavier weight is not a big deal, but on early warning aircraft... the A-50's antenna alone weighs over ten tons, which is absolutely incredible!

However, their performance was only mediocre, lagging far behind that of the United States. Seeing Eastern technology keeping pace with the United States, how could they not be shocked?

"Yes, we do need to import radar antennas from the East. Anyway, we don't need to equip a large number of early warning aircraft; importing just twenty or thirty sets will be enough!"

You can't blame the Russians for not being ambitious; you can only blame the fact that Eastern products are just too good!
"I...I want to take the control panel apart and take a look. We'll just take one apart and put it back together after dawn. What do you guys think?"

"Okay, you can come now!"

"Anyway, we paid half the price for this plane, so we deserve it!"

So the Russians couldn't resist and started taking it apart.

As dawn broke in the eastern sky, the entire base came alive with activity. Some people began their morning exercises, while others maintained and serviced the aircraft. Everyone knew that another fierce battle was on the horizon.

and many more!

What sound is coming from afar?
In the western part of the base, a patrol of sentries heard a familiar roar, looked up, and saw several bright spots appear in the distance—no, a whole group of bright spots!
"Oh no, David Air Force is here!"

Need I say more? They came from the Mediterranean Sea; they must be the Davidians!
They didn't even notice it beforehand!
The piercing air raid siren echoed over the base, waking countless people who rushed to their battle stations.

There used to be a SAM-6 air defense missile site in the southwest of the base, but unfortunately, due to the failure in the Bekaa Valley, the SAM-6 missiles here were also transferred to defend the Bekaa Valley, so now all they have left is... anti-aircraft guns!

"Hurry up!"

The anti-aircraft gunners ran to their positions, cranking the azimuth and elevation mechanisms, while the loaders pried open the ammunition boxes and ran to transport and load the ammunition. In less than a minute, the target had already flown right up to them.

Thump, thump!

The anti-aircraft guns opened fire, and a dense barrage of shells flew into the sky, instantly causing the A-4 flying at the forefront to explode in mid-air. However, that was all; an F-16 had already flown by from another direction, dropping the bombs it was carrying.

After the howling sound, boom! A violent explosion rang out, and the anti-aircraft gun position was sent flying into the air!

Inside the base, chaos erupted.

Major Adil didn't even put on his flight suit, just his pajamas, and rode his motorcycle to the tarmac. When he arrived, he saw that there were only two short-range air-to-air missiles hanging under his wing box. At this point, he didn't care about anything else, climbed the gangway, took the helmet handed to him by the ground crew, got into the cockpit, and started the engine.

"Quick, get out of the way!"

The moment the canopy closed, he had already taxied to the runway. On the ground, his radar officer was somewhat anxious: "Wait for me! I'm not even here yet, and you're already taking off?"

At times like these, it's a test of who can react faster. Pakistan's J-6 fighter jets once took off short distances to meet enemy aircraft when they arrived at the airport, and even shot them down. What Pakistan can do, Syria can do too!
Take off! Take off!
The plane is getting faster and faster, faster and faster, pull the nose wheel!

Just as the nose of the plane tilted up, an A-4 attack aircraft appeared ahead, and gleaming bombs fell from its wings.

boom!
A fireball burst open on the runway in an instant. Major Adil gritted his teeth, pressed the auxiliary fuel tank release button, and then continued to pull the control lever.

Quick, get up, get up!
The base was in complete chaos, with explosions and flames everywhere, and screaming crowds everywhere. Some people were carrying man-portable missiles and firing at enemy planes, while enemy planes were falling from the sky.

However, the remaining planes here could no longer take off. They could only watch as the first twin-engine Q-6 took off and pulled up in such a short distance. In the past, this would have been unimaginable. None of the Russian fighter jets could do it!
If only we had purchased the Eastern fighter jets sooner!
As everyone watched the fighter jets climb, they were filled with emotion. In critical moments, it was still the Eastern fighter jets that could be relied upon!
The twin-engine Q-6 uses the WP-15 turbojet, which has powerful thrust. Under the current circumstances, it can climb vertically without any problem, and short takeoff is also very easy!
boom!
The loud explosion brought everyone back to reality. They turned to look at the helipad and gasped in surprise.

"no no!"

That precious Y-10 early warning aircraft has been engulfed by the fireball!

The first thing the Davidians targeted was the Y-10 early warning aircraft!
The bombing of this plane means the Syrian Air Force has lost its eyes! How can the Syrian Air Force fight on its next mission?
The Russian military advisors had just stepped out of the Y-10 early warning aircraft when they saw it had been bombed. Everyone was devastated; they hadn't even had a chance to examine it properly before it was destroyed. They had planned to take it back and disassemble it for a closer look after the war!
Now, everything is ruined!
"no no!"

Someone else gasped in alarm, their eyes filled with terror as they looked up at the sky.

With a sharp whistling sound, the bomb fell from the A4 attack aircraft and flew towards the Super-7 twin-engine Q-6 on the tarmac!

The base has been in operation for many years, but it lacks a large hangar. The Y-10 early warning aircraft can only be parked in the open. The Super-7 and the twin-engine Q-6 could have been put into the hangar built for the MiG-23, but they were so excited when they came back yesterday that they went straight to drinking. They had to launch another attack this morning, so they didn't bother with that.

If they were hidden in the hangar, it wouldn't be difficult for the enemy to bomb them. Now, on the tarmac, fireballs are rising, and their precious fighter jets are going to burn in the fireballs one after another.

It's over, it's over!

Despair filled everyone's hearts. As these fighter jets were depleted, the victory of the Syrian Air Force vanished like a bubble. Yesterday they were at the highest peak, and today they have fallen to the bottom!
Major Adil had just pulled up his plane, thankful to have escaped death, when he saw the bombing scene on the airport. His eyes widened in fury. At that moment, the A-4 attack aircraft that had dropped its bombs was exposed to his line of sight. So, he immediately and swiftly operated the fire control system, locked onto the target, and launched the missile!

The Lightning-9 missile streaked past in flames, and the A-4 attack aircraft began to fall, trailing thick smoke.

Actually, he's completely wrong now. The precious missiles should be used to deal with planes that haven't dropped their bombs yet, in order to avoid damage to the base. Instead, he's using them to deal with planes that have already dropped their bombs. What a waste!

Now, there's only one missile left!

"Bald Eagle, watch out! Enemy planes behind you!"

Upon hearing the voice through his headset, Major Adil did not hesitate. He immediately pulled back on the stick and began to make a sharp turn. The next moment, he felt his eyeballs were about to pop out, and the whole world in front of him turned red.

Without an anti-G suit, I have to rely entirely on my body to resist the overload. I can't get dizzy, I can't get dizzy!

The F-15 that was catching up saw him turn and followed suit. It quickly realized that the target was rapidly turning to one side in its front hemisphere: thirty degrees, sixty degrees, ninety degrees!

The F-15's roll rate couldn't keep up with the other aircraft, which shows the power of variable-sweep wing fighters!

Oh no, I'm about to go from attacker to victim!

Major Adil successfully maneuvered behind the F-15, locked onto the target again, and launched the missile!
boom!
The F-15's engine caught fire.

On the ground, people who were desperately trying to avoid the bombing cheered, "Fantastic! Fantastic!"
"careful!"

Amidst everyone's gasps, a missile flew in and struck the twin engines of the Q-6!
(End of this chapter)