Chapter 438: Cheer up!
When the garrison comrades rushed over from the nearest base, it was already dawn. What they saw was that the local militia comrades had already put out the fire on the wreckage, leaving only a little smoke.

Some of the aircraft wreckage that could be gathered together was put together into a small pile.

While waiting for the garrison troops to arrive, the militia comrades from several villages held a social gathering around the largest piece of wreckage and sang songs.

"Come on, come on, comrade from Village X, come on!"

Next to a busy open space, a dozen sacks were piled up in an orderly manner, and a blackened metal plate was hung on each sack.

"Comrades, thank you for your hard work!" The garrison comrades hurriedly expressed their condolences.

"It's not hard at all. It's hard work for you to come here from far away." The militia captains of several villages said with a smile.

After a few warm greetings, everyone began to hand over their work. Now that the garrison had arrived, the militia could withdraw as they still had to work in the fields during the day, and this was the busy farming season.

During the handover, a comrade in the army pointed to the sack and said, "Comrade, what is that?"

"Ah, it's people, that's all there is, 14 of them. I'm not sure if there are exactly 14 of them, and some of them are hard to distinguish, but there are 14 iron plates with names on them."

The comrades in the army looked at the sacks and thought that the local comrades were quite considerate.
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Monday, April 9th.

I just got to work and I was called to the confidential room again. Oh, why did you say again?
The call was from the leader of the Defense Work Committee.

"Zhendong, last night, the Tu-4 special aircraft you suggested to modify fired two Thunderbolt-2 infrared air-to-air missiles in the mountainous area southwest of Songjiang. Both hit the target and shot down a P-1V that was trying to harass Songjiang. All 2 enemies on board were killed. These two pieces of equipment have a lot to do with you. I'm telling you."

The words of the leader of the Defense Work Committee were similar to the last time when the anti-ship missiles sank two enemy warships in one fell swoop. The reason, purpose, and content of the call were almost the same, with only some differences in details.

This made Gao Zhendong very excited. What was the point of wearing this and doing that? It was just this.

"Hahaha, that's great! Thank you, leader."

At this point, he suddenly remembered something and had to ask quickly, as he might miss this opportunity.

"Well, leader, are we going to evaluate the merits again this time?" The tone of his words had a bit of what people later called "having a shameless face".

"Well, it's very likely." This is a groundbreaking achievement. According to the last two situations, it should be required according to the rules, and it should radiate beyond the troop sequence. But Gao Zhendong has always been indifferent to this thing, why would he take the initiative to ask about it today.

"Well...well, leader, I have a small request, but I don't know whether I should say it or not? Hehe." Gao Zhendong laughed cunningly on the phone.

"Well, you tell me." The leader became even more curious now. Gao Zhendong was not the kind of comrade who was keen on fame and fortune, which made him even more interested in Gao Zhendong's request.

"If... I mean if, I still have a role this time, can you give me a third-class merit?" Gao Zhendong's words initially sounded like he was asking for fame, but the leader of the Defense Work Committee didn't think so.

Third-class merit? Who should he send? With his pioneering work on the modification of Tu-4 and his outstanding contribution to the Thunderbolt-1, he was basically awarded first-class merit. Gao Zhendong probably knew this himself, so he made such an incredible request.

The leader immediately became extremely alert. What is this kid doing again?

"Hmm? What do you mean? What's the reason?"

Gao Zhendong couldn't help laughing on the phone: "Hehe, leader, you don't know, I have won first-class and second-class merits from the army to the local areas, which is not a small amount, but I have never won the third-class merit. I think, if I don't get the first, second, or third-class grand slam, I always feel that it's not enough."

He has a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and feels that he is lacking a third-class merit. Without it, he would feel uncomfortable.

When the leader heard this, he was immediately amused: "What nonsense! What a bullshit grand slam! Do you think this is a joke? There are rules for this! You are not serious at all! Get lost!"

Even though he was cursing, his tone didn't show any real anger at all. Just about this matter, he couldn't get the hell angry at all.

Gao Zhendong said awkwardly: "Is that so? Forget it, forget it. We'll talk about it next time."

Do you really want a next time? Uh... With this kid's ability, maybe there will be a next time.

After the leader hung up the phone, he immediately felt better.

Gao Zhendong's side naturally goes without saying, brothers, let's have some wine! ——
On the isolated island on the other side, the Black Flying Squirrel Squadron base.

The squadron leader and other enemies at the base waited from Sunday night until Monday morning and almost until noon, but the P-2V that had flown out was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no news at all.

Not to mention the plane, there was not even a single call for help. The people in the tower had called out in code countless times, and even shouted out in plain language when they were so anxious.

But the radio station was still silent.

On the enemy side, the situation is becoming more and more obvious.

Something has happened! Something must have happened.

The enemies of the base all knew that this was basically a done deal.

In the base commander's office, the captain of the Black Flying Squirrel Squadron looked at the base commander with a bitter expression: "Commander Xu, there's no need to wait. There's a high probability that he won't be able to come back, and something happened inland."

The commander nodded. "Indeed, given this route, if something goes wrong at sea, there will definitely be a chance to send back information before that. If the distance is closer, the survivors can even float back in a lifeboat. Even if the other side finds them, they will at most capture them and will not kill them all."

Look at our character, that's what our enemies believe in.

"It seems that what happened last time was not a coincidence. The other side really has a way to deal with our P-2V." The squadron leader sighed.

"Then you'd better report to your superiors. Don't send P-2Vs out to die anymore. Hurry up. The other side is going to have a big festival soon. The higher-ups might send you out again for information." The base commander was quite humane.

Although he is the commander of the base, he cannot command the Black Flying Squirrel Squadron. Even their superiors cannot command them. The most he can do is to help raise other people's children, but he has to pay for it himself. It's so miserable!
"Thank you for the reminder. I will report to my superiors immediately and follow the old example of RB-57." Ever since RB-57 was shot down by the Russians' S-75, it has not dared to come again.

For the squadron leader of the Black Flying Squirrel, this was not only about saving his teammates, but also about saving himself. Several P-2Vs fell, and although the experienced pilots were fine, most of the electronic warfare officers were dead, especially the experienced senior personnel. If he wanted to get through, he had to do it himself.

"As for the specific situation, let's wait for the other side to report. They will definitely report such things." The base commander was very sad when he talked about the lack of intelligence.

"This is the only way!" sighed the Black Flying Squirrel Squadron Leader.

At this moment, a communications soldier rushed over, rushed into the office and stood at attention: "Oh no, oh no, our P-2V was shot down by the enemy!"

Do I need to tell you this? Huh? That's not right!

"How did you know? Is the information accurate?" The base commander and the Black Flying Squirrel Squadron Leader stood up.

"The people on the other side said it on our radio!" The signalman's words made the two men feel hot on their faces, as if they were falling into an icy cave.

The cause of the incident was the enemy's anxious shouting in plain language, which was received by our electronic reconnaissance ship which was training 200 kilometers to the north. The electronic reconnaissance ship has not returned to the base yet, but it is likely that we can guess that something of the enemy has disappeared again, but we don't know whether it was shot down by us.

The comrades on the electronic reconnaissance ship barely resisted the urge to make sarcastic remarks on the channel and contacted the base.

There was important news coming from the base. It was true. Another enemy P-2V was shot down inland by our air force comrades. None of the 14 people on board survived.

The comrades on the electronic reconnaissance ship were delighted and reported the enemy's plain language conversations they had intercepted to the command center as a joke.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. The command center feels that this seems to be a good opportunity to inflict a psychological blow on the enemy!

After reporting and confirming along the way, the electronic reconnaissance ship received an encrypted telegram with a simple request: to notify the enemy according to the content of the telegram.

Anyway, the enemy has no way of determining where this notification came from. They will probably think it was from a high-power shore-based radio station on the opposite side. It's not uncommon for them to eavesdrop on each other.

As for why we didn't really use a high-power shore-based radio station to notify, it's better not to bother two people. Besides, the frequency used by the enemy is now only known by the electronic reconnaissance ship. It would be very troublesome to pass it back and forth. It would be meaningless if the enemy switched the frequency after a long time.

Using the enemy's communication and broadcasting systems to conduct propaganda warfare is also a form of electronic warfare. It's a good exercise for your troops!
After the enemy shouted again, the electric reconnaissance ship immediately approached and used its ultimate move!

The enemy's signalman heard a sonorous voice coming from the radio: "Letter to the puppet army: The P-2V plane that you used to harass us last night has been shot down by our army, and all 14 people on board have died. Out of humanitarian considerations, you can... Working for imperialism will not end well..."

The enemy communications soldier suddenly felt as if he had seen a ghost, but the content coming from the radio left him no time to do anything else. He left one person to continue guarding the radio while the other rushed towards the commander's office.

After listening to the signalman's report, the two men sat down dejectedly and waved their hands to let the signalman go out.

"Let's report this to our superiors together. Let them have the headache of whether to bring the person back or not." As a base commander, he couldn't make the decision on this matter.
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That afternoon, leaders of all parties involved in the shooting down of the P-2V gathered somewhere in Beijing to report on the relevant process of the operation. Like the previous times, new equipment, new tactics, and new ideas set records for the first time and were worthy of this standard.

(End of this chapter)