Chapter 7: The Power of Sam-7

  "The Israeli Air Force formed a tight formation, so that even if they were detected by ground radar, they would only be considered one large airliner and not several fighter jets, thus maximizing their protection." The instructor's stern voice said.

  "Report, I have a question." asked Zhang Feng, who loved to think.

  "Speak," said the instructor.

  "Their F-16s were carrying two 2-ton bombs, which would greatly affect their maneuverability. How could they possibly maintain such a dense formation at low altitude? The turbulence from the low-flying aircraft would cause them to collide with each other. Even our country's August 1st Aerobatic Team can only maintain this kind of dense formation when not carrying external loads."

  F-16 is a single-engine lightweight fighter, with a weight of around 10 tons itself. With two tons of bombs loaded, how can it maintain dense formation? It's not air-to-air combat loading, just a few light and fluttering air-to-air missiles, how is this possible?

  "The Israeli Air Force is one of the best in the world, their pilots grew up in the fire of war, and just in the fourth Middle East War, they lost more than a hundred excellent pilots. The cruel war trained the most outstanding pilots, which is completely different from our emphasis on flight safety. For us, this seems impossible, but for Israeli pilots, such flight training is routine. The F-16 also had the most advanced fly-by-wire system at that time, it's not a problem." The instructor's words echoed in the classroom.

  "Although the world is at peace, forgetting war will lead to danger. Everyone who joins the army must strictly train their combat skills, this is the foundation for survival in a brutal war. One hundred percent is one hundred percent, ninety-nine percent is death!"

  At that time, Zhang Feng was deeply impressed by the instructor's words and made such arrangements based on his most intuitive grasp of this Israeli action.

  However, reality has proven that the instructor did not actually see it with his own eyes, but rather compiled it based on post-event decryption and memoirs. Or, it was because of his own crossing over that caused changes to the events.

  The Israeli Air Force's action this time, the F-16 fighters did not form a large dense formation, but two smaller formations, not one, but two!

  Zhang Feng suddenly realized that he was an idiot. Generally, fighter jets are organized in the form of small teams, medium teams and large teams.

  Two aircraft form a section, one flight is four planes, and a squadron has three flights.

  Since they are eight aircraft, they must be two squadrons, four in each group.

  Although we shot down four planes just now, there is still a second squadron after the first one!

  If just one aircraft had succeeded in bombing, two MK-84 bombs would have fallen on the nuclear reactor and it would have been a fatal blow!

  "There's an enemy anti-aircraft position ahead, climb immediately, climb immediately!" The voice of Amir-Nakhumi, the commander of the "Chisel" group, came urgently through the headphones.

  At the moment when four low-flying fighter jets were shot down in front, Nahumi knew that ahead was a trap. This top-secret bombing operation had actually been leaked! Otherwise, how could the other side have set up a secret high artillery position on the shore of such an insignificant lake? It was clear that they were waiting for their own fighter jets.

  Damn Mossad (Israeli intelligence agency), how could they make a mistake on such a big thing?

  It's not time to pursue responsibility yet, being able to save one's own life is the most important thing.

  The enemy's anti-aircraft artillery position was set up very cleverly, right on the flight path where I was about to turn, unless I made a 500-meter radius small turn back, there was no way to escape the enemy's anti-aircraft fire.

  But even in the case of an empty pylon, the F-16's turn radius was still 5,000 meters. It wasn't until twenty years later that the Japanese developed the F-2 fighter based on the F-16, using advanced technology to shorten the turn radius to 1,600 meters.

  If you can't turn, then just climb high, climb to two thousand meters, and the other side's anti-aircraft guns will be powerless.

  It's just that in such an urgent situation, climbing up to two thousand meters in tens of seconds is simply impossible.

  It's better to die on your feet than live on your knees.

  Nahumi's left hand opened the throttle, pushing the oil rod to its maximum, and instantly, the engine increased by several tons of thrust, speeding up immediately. His right hand pulled the control stick all the way back, and the plane immediately lifted its head, piercing the sky.

  Climb high, climb high, climb high, get out of range of enemy AA as soon as possible.

  "Damn it, get me missiles right away." Zhang Feng said.

  Kasar immediately lifted up a SAM-7 missile and put it on Zhang Feng's right shoulder.

  "Second Master, be careful."

  "Cut the crap, and what about that?" Zhang Feng said.

  Ghasar was shocked, he didn't know when Second Master learned to use such high-tech missiles, and also thought of launching two at once?

  If possible, Zhang Feng didn't want to carry the heavy two missiles, but the fighter planes would be gone in an instant. If he couldn't launch the missiles within a few seconds, the enemy would disappear without a trace. Four fighter planes and eight bombs would definitely blow up the nuclear power plant, leaving nothing behind.

  SA-7 is an infrared-guided missile. Zhang Feng can no longer care about the weight on his shoulders, he opens the aiming device and points it at the plane flying high in the sky, the tail nozzle opens with a burst of force, spewing out fiery flames.

  "Locked!" The voice came immediately from the headphones. He didn't hesitate and pressed the firing trigger.

  "Whoosh!" A flame shot out of the rear, and the SA-7 flew out of the launch tube immediately.

  Zhang Feng couldn't bear the scorching flames that made himself uncomfortable, and immediately aimed the launcher on his left shoulder at the second plane. After hearing the locking sound in the headset, he launched it out immediately.

  Two missiles, one in front of and one behind, flew past the plane that was struggling to climb.

  After firing, Zhang Feng felt that he had used up all his strength. He threw away the two empty shells and sat down on the ground with a thud, panting heavily.

  Nahumi was pressed tightly into his seat by the massive g-force, his anti-g straining to keep blood flowing to his brain and prevent grayout, but there were only five g's on him now, well within his tolerable range.

  He glanced down at the altimeter, already at an altitude of one thousand meters. The F-16 fighter jet was being pushed to its limits by him, and under such intense use, the wing roots surprisingly did not break off due to the tremendous force.

  He let out a sigh of relief, the Iraqi anti-aircraft guns were relatively backward and generally only randomly swept the air, posing no threat at all. This time, however, due to the opponent's clever deployment, they had set up an ambush circle right where he was turning his flight route, which is why those four planes crashed into the sand.

  Although their own altitude exposed the target, from the moment F-15 climbed up, it had already announced the arrival of this group of uninvited guests. Now, the most important thing is to re-adjust the heading and bomb the nuclear reactor.

  This bombing carried ordinary bombs without guidance, which required dive-bombing, putting high demands on the pilots' skills. For this day, they practiced dive-bombing many times.

  The route has been planned out, they just need to turn at designated places and pull up at designated places, basically no problem, but now everything is messed up.

  As the leader of the "Hammer" group, Nachumi is now considering how to use these remaining four planes to enter the correct bombing route and blow up the opponent's nuclear reactor.

  Suddenly, a loud noise came from the rear cabin. Nahumi hadn't even turned his head when he saw a huge, fiery red glow on the windshield. Immediately afterwards, he felt a wave of heat and was instantly reduced to ashes in this massive heat wave.

  The SA-7 missile accurately hit the F-16 fighter's engine, at which point the afterburner was open. The warhead of the missile entered the engine and exploded, shattering it into countless fragments. The hot gas ignited the aviation fuel, and the F-16 immediately became a huge fireball, disintegrating in mid-air.

  Another plane climbing with Nahumi also suffered the same fate.

  A burst of cheers on the ground.

  Until the missile accurately hit the opponent's fighter, Gassar still couldn't believe that Second Master would use such an advanced missile. And then launched two more.

  "Second Master, you're too formidable," Gasar said.

  "Quickly, retreat immediately!" Zhang Feng shouted anxiously.

  The F-15 air-to-air combat aircraft, which was on escort duty, had been circling at an altitude of 5,000 meters, ready to intercept Iraqi fighter jets that took off. The second-generation fighters equipped by Iraq, such as the MiG-21 and MiG-23, were no match for the third-generation F-15. They turned on their radar, like a thief turning on a flashlight, brazenly and without fear.

  However, unexpectedly, the opponent's fighter jets did not appear, and the fighter jets they were responsible for covering were destroyed by the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery!

  They're going crazy, Bahari on the wireless gave a single order and they swooped down from high altitude like eagles towards this lake.

  Although the F-15's main target is a fighter, and air-to-air missiles are mounted on the external pylon, there is also an M61A1 Vulcan cannon on the right side of the air intake. Now they should use this multi-barrel gun to vent their anger and wipe out these damn enemies.

  If they weren't afraid of death, it would be possible to use anti-aircraft guns and F-15 fighter cannons to blast them. However, Zhang Feng didn't want to do that, eliminating the opponent's F-16 fighters and foiling their plan to bomb the nuclear reactor, achieving his own goal. The F-15 only carried air-to-air missiles, if they went to bomb the nuclear reactor, it would be like using an itch to kill someone, not posing any real danger.

  So when he saw the enemy's Zero fighter flying down, Zhang Feng gave the order to dodge without hesitation. He led the way and ran towards the woods by the lake.

  If Laozi had a few more SAM-7s, he would have to let them see how powerful they were. Zhang Feng thought to himself as he ran towards the woods.

  Just ran into the woods, took a breath, and looked out at the forest.

  This glance made Zhang Feng feel like he was in an ice cellar. The two F-16s loaded with bombs flew eastward!

  I have done my best, but still can't stop what's happening. Is history really unchangeable?