Chapter 437: Get some shovels and sacks

For a moment, all the enemies in the P-2V fell down and were out of control.

Fortunately, they had the combat skills, and their five-point safety belts were all fastened tightly, so no one was injured.

But it's useless. Getting hurt or not has nothing to do with this matter.

As for the Tu-4 Terry, the bugler of the Guidance Research Institute shouted again: "Fire right out!"

In just a few seconds, the missile on the outer left had flown several kilometers away. According to the regulations, he launched the second missile.

When you're treating someone, you want large portions and enough to keep you full!

The solid fuel of the air-to-air missile in front has been burned out, and it is now gliding towards the enemy aircraft relying on inertia and the lift of the missile body, which will not have any effect on the infrared head of the second missile.

The P-2V tail lookout screamed in despair again: "Second time! Second time!"

He didn't even know what the second time was, he just knew that the second movement came again!
Listening to the incoherent howling of the tail lookout, the P-2V captain was scared to death. It can be said that he used all his life's knowledge and exerted one hundred and twenty percent of his ability.

As a senior pilot of the pseudo-Air Force, he knew that air-to-air missiles had limited maneuverability. When the enemy launched a missile from several kilometers away, it would have little energy left by the time it flew in front of him, and it would be possible to get rid of it by relying on large maneuvers.

Just two questions.

The P-2V's large maneuvers are nothing special from the perspective of missiles.

Besides, the current Tu-4T is capable of attacking from high and low, and the missiles it flies towards have enough power. It is enough to deal with not only patrol aircraft like the P-2V, but even fighter jets.

Low altitude was originally the P-2V's amulet, but now it has become its death sentence. The development of technology is so wonderful.

The enemies in the P-2V had no idea what was happening from the moment our missiles were launched, and the captain had no time to explain. He didn't even have time to say "get in the car quickly." No, he didn't even have time to say "hold on tight."

All they knew was that after a howl came from the radio, the plane started jumping up and down, rushing left and right like crazy.

To be honest, up to now, the combatants on the Tu-4 have not seen a single hair of the P-2V, and can only see the enemy's dying struggle in the radar signals.

The radar operator of the crew couldn't help but praise: "You know what, this plane flies pretty well."

Affirmation from opponents: +1.

It’s a long story, but in fact it only took about ten seconds. The first missile flew silently to the top middle position between the two engines on the right.

The comrades on the Tu-4 plane heard nothing, but saw a sudden flash of fire in the night sky.

"Hit! Hit!"

The comrade in the front navigator's cabin had a good view and immediately reported the good news to the comrades in the rear cabin.

Do you know why many people like to sit in the passenger seat when driving a car?
Tu-4 Terry was greeted with deafening cheers.

"Hit!"

"Damn it, I told you to run!"

"You don't learn your lesson. After getting beaten up at sea, you have to come inland to give it another go!"

“Hahahaha!!!!” This comrade is rather naive.

"Fuck!" Normally, the people on this plane are not uneducated, but this comrade seems to be a true character, saying the same thing "Fuck!"

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On the P-2V side, the continuous rod warhead of the Thunder-1 directly cut through its right wing, and even the right propeller main engine was cut off in half. The broken right wing rolled down with flames.

The fuselage of the P-2V suddenly tilted and began to lose control, flying out at an angle, dragging a huge cloud of fire and smoke.

The good thing about this plane is that it’s big, and it wasn’t praised on the spot.

The explosion came too suddenly. The enemy, who had not yet recovered from the dizziness caused by the maneuver, was knocked unconscious by the violent explosion and flying flames.

The plane was in chaos, but this time the P-2V crew did not shout to the base, mainly because it was useless. Besides, it would be useless to ask the base to send someone to rescue? They were delivering food.

The people inside were in a panic, trying to do something to save themselves. Judging from the explosion on the right, the plane was definitely doomed. But they themselves didn't know what to do specifically or what they were doing. They were just trying hard to gain something based on instinct.

The captain had a grim look on his face and was trying desperately to control the plane.

Major Zhou was completely pale, slumped in his seat and muttered to himself: "I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come, last time it wasn't an accident."

At this moment, the missile on the outer right side had caught up with the out-of-control P-2V and exploded near the fuselage.

The enemies shouting and howling in the P-2V were no longer able to make any sound in the flames.

The comrades on the Tu-4 Special Forces saw the small fire point in the distance burst into a ball of fire again. In an instant, a larger ball of fire exploded and scattered in all directions. "It hit again!"

The comrades in the navigator's cabin reported again.

The radar operator at the Electromagnetic Institute also reported: "The radar signal has disappeared!"

At this time, everyone seemed to hear the roar of an explosion.

The pilots from the Xiaoshan 01/02 fighter formation, which came from a distance of more than ten kilometers away, only saw a flash of fire in the night sky, and then everything fell into darkness again.

They immediately reported to the command center: "My two-plane formation has arrived at the designated airspace and detected explosions and flames in the air!"

Before the command center responded, the excited voice of the Tu-4 captain rang out over the radio: "Report, one minute ago, the Owl used the latest equipment and hit an enemy plane with two shots. The preliminary judgment is that the enemy plane has exploded in the air. The explosion location is..."

The fighter pilot was both disappointed and happy at the moment.

What was disappointing was that we came all the way here just to watch the show, but we didn’t even see much of it. We only saw the enemy’s curtain call, a flash of red light, and then it was gone.

Fortunately, the enemy was defeated!

There can be many reasons for disappointment, but only one is enough to be happy.

"Pretty!"

"Good fight!"

Congratulations from fighter pilots came over the radio.

At the command center, the commander slammed his fist on the table: "Great! That's great!"

All the comrades applauded loudly. This was the first time that the enemy was shot down in the complex electromagnetic conditions at low altitude in the dark night inland.

If the last time the P-2V was shot down, it was somewhat accidental and also relied on the certain geographical advantages of the flat sea surface, then this time the battle with all the factors in place officially announced that we have a way to cure the enemy's crosstalk operations under the cover of complex electromagnetic interference at low altitudes in the dark.

"Owl, congratulations on your first victory in your first expedition. You used the latest equipment to achieve such a great result and dealt a strong blow to the enemy's arrogance. The organization and the masses thank you!"

All the comrades on the Tu-4 were extremely excited. The most excited ones should be those from the Electromagnetic Institute and the Institute of Research and Development, especially the bugler from the Institute of Research and Development. No one on the entire plane was happier than him.

Which one do people prefer to embody, the spotter or the sniper? Most likely the sniper.

The same is true for comrades from the Institute of Electromagnetism and the Institute of Navigation and Research. It feels more fun to shoot.

After a brief congratulations, the command center arranged the aftermath.

"Owl, your unit will return immediately. Xiaoshan 01 formation, escort Owl back."

We can talk about other things after we come back. The most urgent task is to get this precious plane back, especially after the Owl took off for combat and Jianning Airport reported that several comrades from local scientific research institutes who cooperated with the modification work had boarded the plane to join the battle.

"Owl understands!"

"Xiaoshan01 understands!"

In fact, from the perspective of necessity, there is no need for escort, but this matter, is it just an escort matter? It is a kind of honor and affirmation!
After the formation returned, the command center began to arrange for militia comrades and garrison troops near the site where the enemy plane disintegrated to search for the wreckage of the enemy plane and enemy debris. These comrades had bombed the plane twice in the air, and it would be fine if they couldn't find anything at sea, but on land, the debris was scattered, and I'm afraid it would be a hard job for the comrades to search for it.

A province southwest of Songjiang.

It was a lively night. First, we heard the low roar of airplane engines, and the militia along the line reported the news all the way up. This is why even if the radar could not keep up with the enemy, the command center could to some extent guide our fighter jets to the combat airspace many times. It's a mass war, but whether we can discover and shoot down the enemy when we get there is another matter.

Then, people in a certain village saw a flash of fire in the sky after a roar of engines, and several violent explosions resounded through the sky. The scattered flames drifted all over the mountainous area. Fortunately, the explosion did not occur at a high altitude, and the scattering range was not too wide.

"A plane has fallen!" People from several nearby villages saw it.

When the militia comrades in the village saw what was happening in the sky, they became extremely anxious. Without waiting for any orders from their superiors, they spontaneously organized basic militiamen, brought flashlights, radios, guns, stretchers and other equipment, even the medical staff from the clinic, and began to search in the mountains.

They didn't know who fell from the sky. If it was an enemy, it was still okay. But they were afraid it could be their own comrades. So they brought things to entertain the jackals and made preparations to rescue their comrades.

If you look down from the air, the scattered wreckage of enemy planes in the woods on the ground are still burning fiercely, and in several surrounding villages, several fire dragons made up of torches appear one after another and gather towards the flames.

The first group of militia comrades who arrived at the area where the wreckage was concentrated, when they saw the airplane logo on the wreckage, they breathed a sigh of relief and passed the message behind them.

"Spread the word, don't run away, don't worry, we must have shot down the plane of those bastards on the other side!"

They were exhausted just now. Worried that it was their comrades, in order to provide medical treatment as soon as possible, the militiamen exerted all their strength and rushed over quickly. Even the young girl, the village health worker, was out of breath but insisted on not falling behind.

Now it's okay, don't rush, don't rush, otherwise the enemy will be at risk of survival.

A militiaman glanced at the wreckage through the blazing firelight and said with a smile, "Pass it on and find some shovels and sacks. I hate this the most."

(End of this chapter)