Chapter 44: The Revenge of the Spectacled Cobra

  Losing air superiority means being beaten passively.

  Iraq's air force is just a worm.

  Equipped with MiG-21, MiG-23 and MiG-25 imported from the Soviet Union, as well as Mirage F1 imported from France, although overall performance is not as good as Iran's F-14 Tomcat, but it is not just a defeat without counterattack, and being timid is absolutely not the style of the Iranian Air Force.

  All of this can't be blamed on the air force, it can only be blamed on the system.

  The Iraqi Air Force was not highly regarded and Saddam Hussein was also suspicious of its loyalty, since the last time an air force pilot had bombed his villa. As a result, Saddam frequently purged the air force to increase their loyalty, with the result that it was the least respected service and lacked initiative or effective training.

  For example, the commander of the Southern Military Region, Izzat, urgently ordered the air force to support the battle in Susangerd Swamp. They only need to take off some attack aircraft to destroy a large number of Chieftain tanks, and there is no need for the 35th Brigade to fight bloody battles. Moreover, the current Iranian Air Force has only a few pandas that can take off, and most of them have to guard the air defense of important cities, and they are powerless to come to this swamp to compete with them for air superiority.

  However, after receiving the order, the air force actually needed a whole day to plan the route, formulate a combat plan, and load ammunition onto the attack aircraft...

  The sky was about to turn dark, and by the time the female deer arrived at the battlefield, it would probably be a night battle. Therefore, Izat had no choice but to order the armed helicopters to prepare, and wait until dawn the next day to provide support again.

  Now, above the Susangerd wetlands is the domain of Iranian helicopters.

  The CH-47 is just a transport helicopter with little combat capability, even if it has side-mounted gun pods, the heavy fuselage restricts its aerial maneuverability.

  The glasses snake is different, the glasses snake was born for battle.

  The CH-47 discovered that the base had been bombed and urgently reported to General Sharaf. Sharaf immediately ordered the CH-47 to return to Ahvaz, to urgently transport fuel and ammunition, to provide supplies for the armored division still in combat.

  An armored division without fuel and ammunition is just a pile of scrap iron.

  And the two Cobra jets stayed behind, launching a fatal blow at those who had blown up their own base!

  At this time, the Cobra had four "TOW" anti-tank missiles on either side of its short wings and two 70mm rocket pods inside. In front was an M61A1 "Vulcan" aircraft cannon.

  Look at that escaping convoy, it was them who were recklessly destroying the base in the chaos just now, ultimately leading to a massive explosion of ammunition at the base, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, and also putting the armored troops fighting desperately at the front into crisis.

  Take out those first, then go support the armored division! The two Cobra pilots made this decision.

  They turned to each other's back and suddenly pulled up.

  "The target has been locked."

  "Fire!"

  The gunner's finger pressed, a "Tao"-style missile suddenly ignited, dragging white smoke, flying out of the launch pad, towards that most solid tribal tank.

  As they gazed at the magnificent scenery of the ammunition explosion, everyone watched with great relish.

  The fierce battle just now didn't feel like anything, and the task was completed. However, Marwan suddenly felt a bit urgent to urinate. He supported himself with both hands on the edge of the commander's cabin, jumped out of the tank, and prepared to relieve himself nearby.

  He carelessly turned his head, and his gaze suddenly focused on one place: the missile that was coming straight at him under the sunset's backlight.

  The solid fuel rocket motor can only burn for a few seconds and then it is an unpowered inertial flight, so no white smoke was seen.

  Then, I saw the helicopter with a ferocious face behind it.

  The huge rotor is spinning, bringing an inexplicable sense of terror. The angular cockpit seems to reveal the evil eyes of the two pilots inside. Under the short wing, one side has already lost a missile. Although it can't be seen, there's a thread connecting the rapidly approaching missile, like flying a kite.

  "Glasses snake, enemy attack, hide!" Marwan yelled and was about to run towards the chief. He didn't know what it meant, he just wanted to simply start the tank and dodge the missile.

  The chief inside, also had his three comrades, he was a driver, this was his duty.

  It was too late; with just one step forward, Marwan was blown away by a massive explosion.

  The hollow-charge warhead of the TOW anti-tank missile had a huge power, piercing 600mm of steel armor vertically and attacking from above, effortlessly tearing open the Chief's armor and drilling into its interior.

  The high-temperature airflow ignited the internal ammunition, and after a loud noise, the commander's turret was blown into the sky, leaving only the burning fire of the car body.

  Comrades who were just fighting together have now sacrificed themselves.

  When Zhang Feng heard Malwan's shout, he knew something was wrong. The severe training had cultivated his conditioned reflexes.

  "Get off and find a place to hide!" Zhang Feng immediately opened the car door, quickly jumped out of the car, and already had a SAM-7 portable anti-aircraft missile launcher in his hand.

  After encountering the tribal tank, Zhang Feng decided to switch to the Iranian war chariot and put the SA-7 missile on his own off-road pickup truck. Now, he easily took down the anti-aircraft missile, rolled it over, and rolled it into a nearby reed thicket.

  Hades, however, was one step ahead and attempted to drive away in the vehicle.

  "Hades, get off the bus!" Zhang Feng shouted.

  Under the threat of an armed helicopter in the sky, wanting to drive a vehicle to escape has almost no chance. The helicopters in the sky can deal with the vehicles on the ground as easily as people trample ants. Even without anti-tank missiles, just using unguided rockets, trucks can be blown to pieces.

  Hades didn't hesitate, hearing the rumble of the engine coming to life, he shifted gears, released the clutch, and the truck shot forward like an arrow off a bowstring.

  "I'll go distract them!" Hades tossed out.

  Actually, he wasn't unaware of this danger; he just wanted to divert his opponent's attention so that he could easily escape.

  Zhang Feng felt a little blurry in his eyes, he thought of those who chose to sacrifice themselves to save their comrades during the War of Resistance, thought of Dong Cunrui, who used his body as a support and blew up the bridge without a scaffold, thought of Huang Jiguang, who blocked the gun with his body...

  There isn't a single country whose foot soldiers are inferior, they're all excellent sons and daughters of their own nation. The only difference lies in those who hold high positions of power.

  We must lead Iraq towards a bright future!

  Most of the people on the second off-road vehicle had just gotten out of the car and, upon hearing the alarm of the attack, everyone hid in the reeds next to them, just like Zhang Feng. The driver of the second vehicle also chose to start the vehicle and divert the helicopter.

  In the sky, observing a vehicle is obviously much easier than a single soldier.

  Zhang Feng lay in the swamp, looking at the exploded chieftain, his heart filled with self-blame.

  Although I had participated in several battles in my past life, they were mostly low-intensity fights against smugglers and the like. I lacked experience in complex battlefield situations like this one.

  A successful ambush made him somewhat complacent, relaxing his vigilance around him, which is a fairly dangerous signal. If discovered early, there was ample warning time to counter the armed helicopter.

  Three crew members of the tribal tank have turned into a raging fire, and Marwan was blown to the ground with an uncertain life or death. The two brave Iraqi children on another off-road vehicle are likely to be reduced to ashes in the next moment.

  This is war, a life-and-death struggle where there can be no quarter asked nor given!

  Come on! Specter Snake, let's see who's more formidable, you or our Rattlesnake Special Forces!