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Chapter 392 Phantom 4000, utterly vulnerable!
The blind firing method used with PDS was to avoid alerting the enemy and also demonstrated absolute trust in the PL-20 missiles. Now, with four missiles, three enemy aircraft have been taken down—this result is absolutely incredible! With only one enemy aircraft remaining, it's practically a sure thing!
The wingman didn't make a move; this victory will definitely be given to Maha.

Maha was thrilled. He operated the radar again, switched to PDSTT mode, and locked onto the target!
"Young Eagle, 50 kilometers away, switch to Lightning 10!" the pilot shouted from the front.

"clear."

Although we cannot visually identify the specific aircraft model yet, based on the situation just now, the opponent has good maneuverability. A large aircraft like the Lightning 20 can only be used for surprise attacks, and it is easy to get rid of it once the opponent is prepared.

Moreover, as the two sides get closer, it is now entirely possible to switch to medium-range air-to-air missiles, which are the real killer weapons!
"The target has changed course and is heading towards us!" Maha exclaimed excitedly, looking at the target signal on the radar screen. "Request immediate missile launch!"

"You are ready to fire!"

In aerial combat, the attack range of a missile is a rather magical figure. The range of a tail-chase attack is at most only one-third of the range of a head-on attack!

If the enemy escapes, we must accelerate our pursuit and close the distance to 15 kilometers before launching medium-range missiles. Now, the enemy is actually heading towards us. In this head-on confrontation, the enemy is essentially coming to their death!

In this situation, it can be launched from a greater distance!
Flames surged at the wing box, and two lightning bolts flew forward, trailing white smoke, heading straight for their target!
"Fifty, forty, thirty..."

On the other side, Udanta had already seen the two missiles flying towards him. He didn't care. So what if they were missiles from the East? Could they be as powerful as the world's most advanced heavy fighter jets?

Fly towards it, and at the perfect moment, suddenly pull up and fire a platinum bar chaff/flare, and you can shake that thing off! It's that simple!
Udanta looked at the radar warning receiver display, which would give him the most suitable time to dodge. With it, things would be much easier.

Ten seconds, five seconds, zero seconds, now!
Udanta quickly engaged afterburner, the M53 engine roared, and the nose of the aircraft rapidly rose. Then, he pressed the chaff/flare button.

Bang, bang, bang!
rear……

There were indeed a few sounds, but after those sounds, nothing happened!

They were originally on a transit flight, flying from France to Indian territory with only external fuel tanks. Later, it was decided to engage in combat, so the weapons were loaded, but the flares and platinum strip flares... were not loaded at all!

Actually, even if you pretend, it won't make a difference!
The Lightning 10 uses an inverse pulse seeker, which has a strong anti-interference capability. It can easily distinguish this kind of platinum bar interference. Now, when it sees the target climbing, it also climbs up!

boom!
boom!
The two missiles exploded, but due to the powerful Mirage 4000, their fragments only hit the tail of the other missile. If the Mirage 4000 had pulled up earlier, it might have missed its target altogether.

Now, it's perfect!

With the explosion, scorching flames erupted from the tail of the fighter jet. Inside the cockpit, looking at the engine's fire alarm light, Udanta did not hesitate and pulled the ejection pin.

When the white umbrella flowers appeared overhead, Udanta looked at the ground beneath her feet and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

This is impossible, impossible! I will not fail, nor will the French fighter jets. So, it's all a dream, just a dream!

Bang! Crack!

As soon as my feet touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through me.

Udanta was dumbfounded. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream. Damn it, he had even forgotten the basic steps of landing after a parachute jump!
Pfft!
He slammed his buttocks heavily onto the ground. Looking at his left leg, he saw that the bone was protruding from his skin. This... this damn ground was actually stone!

A sharp pain shot through him, and he shakily pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the sky, and fired—bang, bang, bang!

A few minutes later, the surrounding villages erupted in commotion. Some fled, some watched, and a few bolder ones ventured over...

"Quick, call an ambulance! I don't want to die!"

In the mountains, where there were no ambulances, the villagers put him on the back of a donkey and carried him to a nearby town. Before they even arrived, the roar of a helicopter could be heard in the sky.

The search and rescue team was already prepared. They were originally there in case something happened to Maha and they were ready to go to her rescue at any time. Now, they are searching for the Indian pilot who parachuted out!

A few minutes later, Udantha was lifted onto the helicopter. Looking at the heavily armed Siamese soldiers, he felt nervous again. He was sure he would receive treatment and his leg could be saved, but what about his life?

Udanta has been rescued, while Mehtab is still darting through the jungle. He was lucky enough not to get caught in a tree. After untying his parachute, he quickly disappeared into the forest.

The ejection seat he abandoned was still flashing its lights, sending out distress signals.

Twenty minutes later, the helicopter landed here. The search team checked the ejection seat and then looked around at the jungle.

"They must have gone in and hidden. Mobilize more people to surround this place! Also, prepare patrols on the other side of the border. We absolutely cannot let Prince Maha's spoils escape!"

"Yes!"

Soon, ground troops arrived and began searching the jungle. That night, they caught up with Mehtab, who was like a stray dog.

As for the fighter jets that crashed to the ground, complete wreckage was found an hour after the air battle ended.

Udanta's lead plane was the best preserved, except that the engine caught fire. After he ejected, the plane flew level for a while before crashing into the riverbank. The silt covered the fire and extinguished the flames, leaving the plane almost intact!
As night fell, Qin Liang arrived at the riverbank by helicopter. Looking at the enormous aircraft, Qin Liang couldn't help but sigh.

"Old Dassault's wish has finally come true!"

“This should be a delta wing aircraft that Dassault is good at, but it’s bigger than the Mirage 2000 and it’s twin-engine. Could it be… the Mirage 4000?” Gandal asked as they came along.

“That’s right, Mirage 4000,” Qin Liang said. “General Gandhar, India has ordered forty of these aircraft. There will definitely be more incursions using these aircraft in the future, so it is very important to understand the performance characteristics of this aircraft… Do you need any help?”

"Of course, Mr. Qin, this plane is yours. You can bring your manpower over here, dismantle it, and take it away. As for our results... we have found other aircraft wreckage, which we can disclose to the outside world."

Kandalak immediately understood – they wanted airplanes! Of course they could; without the help of their Eastern friends, how could they have won these wars!

Give it to us, we absolutely must!
On the other side, at the Chabua base.

Time passed slowly, and everyone's anxiety grew.

The calling range of fighter jet radios is generally only three or four hundred kilometers. Beyond this distance, one can only rely on satellite communication or radio relay aircraft.

These were all still very far off for the Indians, so soon after the fighter jets took off and entered Myanmar airspace, they were unable to use radio to contact the attack aircraft and could only wait in the rear.

However, the Indians were already used to it; they were still dreaming of a successful sneak attack.

However, as time went on, their inner unease grew stronger.

"Haven't we received a reply yet?" Pritt had asked his subordinate for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

"No."

"What about back at headquarters? Have there been any reports of fighter jets landing?"

"nor."

"Could it be... that we've gotten lost?"

“Impossible.” Patrick immediately shook his head: “Our fighter jets have advanced inertial navigation systems. The error over thousands of kilometers is only a few hundred meters. How could they get lost? Moreover, four fighter jets went out this time. Even if one of them has a navigation system problem, the other three can still ensure smooth navigation.”

In short, their French fighter jets are very advanced, and it's impossible for anything to go wrong!
“If that’s not the case, then it must be… no, no, impossible. The Mirage 4000 is the most advanced heavy fighter jet in the world; how could it possibly be shot down?” Pritt shook his head, as if trying to encourage himself. But… if it wasn’t lost or shot down, it should be back by now.

Time continued to pass slowly, each minute an agony. Many people left the command post and came outside, looking up at the east, hoping to see the plane appear.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The setting sun cast long shadows on everyone, and it was getting dark.

“At the most economical fuel consumption rate, those planes should have run out of fuel by now, so…” the adjutant took a deep breath: “Our Godzilla formation of the 3rd Squadron of the 14th Wing has probably… met with disaster.”

Miracles are no longer possible; the plane has run out of fuel, what miracle can possibly happen?
The best outcome would probably be an emergency landing, right?

Patrick's expression changed as well. The Mirage 4000 had just been delivered to the customer and had already failed in its first battle? Even if it was just a matter of getting lost, not returning as planned, or even if it was the pilot's fault, it would still severely damage the reputation of the Mirage 4000!

Hmm, we need to find a way to pin the blame on the Indians! It has nothing to do with the plane; it's purely because the pilots are terrible!
“Our Mirage 4000 is the most powerful fighter jet in the world. This accident must not be related to the aircraft…” Before Patrick could finish speaking, someone rushed over from the control tower.

"Report! Phantom 4000 has been found!"

"Where?" Pritt was instantly overjoyed; it seemed they had crash-landed somewhere.

"About 150 kilometers north of Udon Thani Air Base in Siam..."

"Quickly, dispatch the search and rescue team immediately and bring them back!"

"no need……"

"why?"

"Because all four planes were shot down..."

Pfft!
Pritt's legs went weak, and he could no longer stand, so he sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Four planes, all shot down? How is that possible!" Patrick exclaimed. "There must be a mistake, the pilots..."

"Two pilots were killed in action. Of the remaining two pilots, one has been taken to the hospital, while the other remains missing..."

Finished!

India, the capital.

Lafontaine's face was grim.

"Your Air Force brazenly dispatched four Mirage 4000 fighter jets, penetrating more than 100 kilometers into our airspace, attempting to bomb our most important air base. We lodge a strong protest against this barbaric act! Siam is different from other countries; we have a powerful armed force and we are confident in annihilating any invading enemy!"

Across from them, a Siamese diplomat solemnly protested: "We demand compensation for your actions! Your Mirage 4000 fighter jets accurately intercepted eight of our missiles, each worth one million US dollars. In addition, the jets crashed and destroyed our buildings, causing environmental pollution. All of this adds up to a total of thirty million US dollars!"

"Where are our pilots?" Lafontaine asked through gritted teeth.

"Your pilots are receiving treatment at our hospital, and you will need to cover the costs! They violated our airspace and will be subject to trial under our laws! They all face up to twenty years in prison!"

"Tell me how much it is."

"Not many. For the living, it's ten million each; for the dead, it's one million each. The bodies are still relatively intact. You need to hurry, as we still need to use the freezer."

"Okay, got it."

This time, the Indians have stumbled again!
All four Mirage 4000s were shot down, and of the four pilots, two were wounded and one was injured. It was a complete and utter defeat!

That evening, Siam Television broadcast the news, shocking the world. With Siam and India now at war, will the situation in South Asia become even more unstable?
Of course, what shocked them even more was the defeat of the mighty Phantom 4000!
No heavy third-generation fighter jet has ever been developed in Europe. Whether it's the Tornado or the Typhoon, these are all medium-sized aircraft! The maximum takeoff weight does not exceed thirty tons.

The Mirage 4000, Dassault's hope, shot down just like that? Dassault's fighter jets are really weak!

The capital of Siam.

"Come, President Qin, let me toast you. Without your advanced equipment and intelligence support, we wouldn't have won this battle so decisively!"

"General Kandalak, your Siamese independence and self-reliance are truly admirable. In just a few days, His Highness Maha has mastered the operation of the aircraft and even personally led the attack. Moreover, all four of these victories are his. If the Indians had just launched one more, His Highness Maha would have become the ace of the day. In the jet age, that would have been almost impossible."

In fact, Maha only shot down two planes, but... for propaganda purposes, the results of these four fighter jets must all be attributed to him!
Today's battle has made Maha famous and a hero in the hearts of the people of the whole country!

"Yes, Maha performed exceptionally well this time. After disembarking, he wrote a report, which we have reviewed. We believe the recommendations are excellent. Although airborne early warning aircraft are expensive, they can significantly enhance our air situational awareness capabilities and are essential. Therefore, we will raise funds to purchase two early warning aircraft from you!"

"Okay, we'll give you our lowest price!"

Qin Liang was secretly delighted. Besides fighter jets, they were even going to procure early warning aircraft from the East! This would completely sway the Siamese towards the East!

In fact, there are not many qualified land-based early warning aircraft in the world, and not many are qualified to purchase them. It is almost a certainty that the Siamese will choose us!
"Thank you for your support, Mr. Qin. However... we believe that it would not be cost-effective for us to hastily introduce a completely new platform. Our Air Force has a large number of C-130 transport aircraft, and we hope to use these transport aircraft as the airframe platform..."

Qin Liang nodded: "Of course, no problem, but... I think the Y-10 is more suitable. After all, it's a passenger aircraft platform, and the working environment for the crew is comfortable. Although your Air Force hasn't operated the Y-10 before, you can definitely purchase a large number of civilian passenger aircraft. It's economical and practical. Our Dongfang's passenger aircraft technology is also very advanced. Our second passenger aircraft is even developed in sync with Boeing..."

Gandhart thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay! Cheers!"

After drinking that glass of wine, both of them were in a good mood.

“Mr. Kandalak, the Indians have suffered such a huge loss, they certainly won't let this go. If I'm not mistaken, they're probably going to…”

"President Qin, please speak. No matter how many of them come, we are not afraid!"

"Next, I suspect they'll threaten you with mushroom bombs!"

Gandhar's expression changed instantly.

During World War II in Asia, the island nation wanted to fight to the bitter end. Even though B-29s flew over to bomb them every day, they did not intend to surrender. However, after two atomic bombs were dropped, they backed down.

This is the immense power of a mushroom bomb!
After World War II, many countries became interested in mushroom bombs, and India was no exception. In 1946, India established its Atomic Energy Research Committee. In 1956, India introduced British technology and built the Apsala nuclear reactor, ostensibly for civilian research, but actually used to produce weapons-grade plutonium-239.
In 1974, India also detonated a mushroom bomb with a yield of 8,000 tons in the Rajasthan desert!

Although India conducted nuclear tests in the late 1990s, leading to an arms embargo by the West, they had actually begun working on these things as early as the 1970s. India later kept a low profile for various reasons, but now…

India has been driven to a dead end!
The aging second-generation fighter jets had too short a range to handle the situation. Although they bought two hundred MiG-29s, their flight performance was poor and their range was insufficient, so they were stuck in their old base and always at risk of being bombed. The Mirage 4000 was considered their trump card, but...

With the Phantom 4000 no longer a deterrent, what else can they use next?
Only mushroom bombs are left!
Siam is already quite good in terms of conventional military force, but it is still far behind when it comes to nuclear weapons. Countries without such weapons lack confidence!

Gandalak took a deep breath: "President Qin, your side has a solution, right?"

Qin Liang nodded: "Actually, it's not difficult. Their nuclear bombs are just for show. As long as we blow up the nuclear reactor, they'll be crying..."

(End of this chapter)