Chapter 2678
Laughter from the World
Chapter 2678 Laughter from the World
Swoosh~~ Swoosh~~~
The plane swept across the sky, and only then did the deep sound come from behind.
The people below looked up in astonishment, completely bewildered.
It's not that they've never seen an airplane before; in fact, with the frequent domestic conflicts in recent years, airplanes have been seen from time to time.
Can…
Who has ever actually seen a fight break out?
Also, what is that flying overhead?
Why did the sound only come when I could barely see it anymore?
Some people familiar with the aircraft showed deep worry on their faces, because they knew that such aircraft was definitely not something that their Persians could possess.
Thinking back to the battle that had just taken place, a sense of impending crisis arose.
"Hahaha"
"Captain, that was so exciting!"
In the cockpit, Kalimi shouted excitedly.
In the battle just now, he was able to have a star printed on his vehicle, which represents a great achievement!
"Damn it, Captain, why did you steal my meat?!"
As soon as Kalimi finished speaking, Ali Deid's plaintive voice came through the communicator.
Besides Captain Aziz, the other three who returned to carry out the mission were all squad leaders, which was also Mosidov's requirement.
As for the remaining people, they will be led back to the country by the old steward and the two squad leaders.
In the previous firefight, Ali's target was clearly a veteran, and he had been locked in a protracted struggle with him.
Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately turned around and ran away.
"Ali, you can't blame the captain for this. It's your own fault for having weak legs!"
Ali's wingman, Kariam Bagheri, immediately made a joking sound.
He achieved a victory in the battle just now.
The two men kept attacking Ali, which made him feel uneasy. "Damn it, couldn't they have sent a few more planes!"
"Ha ha…"
No matter how many come, you won't be able to get any!
The three laughed on the communication channel, but Aziz, as the team leader, remained silent.
At this moment, Aziz was still reviewing the battle that had just taken place.
First of all, he had no recollection of this aircraft.
I've never seen it in the country, at least not in China.
Moreover, based on his experience over the years, he had no recollection of it either.
It is very likely that this is a new aircraft.
Secondly, their sudden appearance at the beginning did indeed take them by surprise.
Moreover, he remembered that his own planes had their radars on the whole time.
But the other side launched an attack on them first. Doesn't this mean that the other side's radar is better than theirs?
Of course, this is just his personal speculation.
Finally, the other plane was fast and agile; otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to make the two planes turn around and fly away.
Also, when viewed from the side or rear, there's an illusion that it looks like a white horse galloping across the sky above Beijing.
Yes, that feeling is very similar!
Of course, it's only similar.
Their actual combat strength is far from sufficient!
If I had to say, it's superior to the MiG-21 and F-104 they used before.
嗏
Aziz reached out and stroked his car, a smile spreading across his face.
Their Persian scimitars were clearly stronger.
With its super-fast speed, rapid acceleration, simple operation, and agile performance, it completely overwhelmed the enemy's fighter jets in just a few bursts of fire without even having to use missiles.
Which pilot wouldn't like this kind of fighter jet?
"Captain, we're waiting for you to speak."
Kalimi's voice came through the communicator, and Aziz snapped out of his daze. After listening to their conversation, he said, "Don't worry, we'll have another chance in the future."
"But do you remember the fighter jets the enemy used just now?"
Upon hearing Aziz's question, Kalimi and the other two recalled the battle that had just taken place.
Then, none of the three had any recollection of it.
"Don't you guys think this plane looks familiar?"
Aziz spoke again to remind the three of their presence.
However, the three remained silent.
After a moment, it was Kalimi who spoke up, "Captain, now that you mention it, it does sound familiar."
"That size, the layout, the design, and the two-person, two-launch mode, it looks like... like a white horse galloping!"
After Kalimi finished speaking, the other three also thought it sounded similar.
Of course, they knew the other was definitely not Bai Juyi.
Back in Beijing, they had their share of troubles with Bai Ju, and they were always crushed, leaving them with psychological trauma.
The instructors who accompanied them didn't dare mention it; it brought tears to their eyes.
According to the inside information they had gathered, on the pyramid of pilots, the blue horse pilot was at the top, the white horse pilot was below, and then the other pilots were below.
As for why, they didn't know, and no one else said.
There's a lot of debate about the third place, but no one has ever argued about the first or second place.
It was like a perfect work of art, stunning everyone as soon as it appeared.
At the same time, they stepped over the corpse of the little black bird to reach the top of the world.
This ranking is well-deserved.
Therefore, what they have destroyed right now is definitely not the white horse.
It's so similar to a white horse, so there's only one possible explanation.
"This is a fake!"
When Kalimi suddenly spoke, Aziz and the other two nodded in agreement.
"A fake is a fake. Who knows where this pheasant came from? Anyway, it's just food to be served. Maybe we can even have a big meal."
Kalimi said nonchalantly that the fight just now was clean and efficient, and there was no pressure at all.
So what if the other side fires first?
Didn't they still manage to turn the tables and kill us?
"Yeah, so what if it's a new plane? It's still just a dish."
Kaliam said confidently, with the same air of self-assurance.
Aziz didn't think much of what his teammate said.
He's just a pilot; all he has to do is do what he's told to do.
The plane streaked across the sky, rapidly advancing towards the target base.
……
boom! ! !
The fist slammed against the table with a loud thud.
Inside the command post filled with Persians, a tall, burly United Statesman kept making noise, which sent chills down the spines of the Persians around him.
"Damn it, damn bastard!"
Are all your people trash?
"Ten miles away, you can fire from ten miles away. If you can fire from that distance, why wait until you get close to fire?"
"Just to show off your heroism?"
"Trash, trash!"
The man roared, and although everyone in the command center was equally angry, no one dared to utter a word in rebuttal.
Firstly, it's true that their people are really beneath them.
The original plan was perfect; they intended to use their intelligence advantage, advanced radar equipment, and superior fighter jets to ambush the enemy and deliver a crushing blow.
This can also damage the opponent's prestige and give us the upper hand in the competition.
As a result, an error occurred during execution.
The pilots were also elite, but their long-standing combat habits led them to make the wrong choices.
When the enemy is spotted, the thought is always to get close and fight to increase the success rate. So, the seemingly foolproof ambush and sneak attack are turned into a last-ditch counterattack by the enemy.
Four planes, eight brave men—and they were gone.
Those were carefully selected by them!
Of course, to say that all the responsibility lies with them is a one-sided view.
After all, this plan was devised by the guy in front of us, and it was even using their own aircraft, which is said to be their latest powerful aircraft, capable of easily destroying any enemy fighter.
then…
Then the man roared and blamed the defeat on the brave warriors.
How abominable!
"I need to report this to my superiors immediately, right now!"
The man clenched his fist and spoke coldly to the commander.
The middle-aged, overweight man, covered in sweat, immediately nodded, "No problem, we'll arrange it right away!"
After saying that, the commander politely saw the person out of the command post.
Not long after, the man contacted his superiors and gave a brief report on the situation.
Then came an even more intense roar on the phone.
Meanwhile, Chirvonenko, who had been specifically instructed to keep an eye on the situation in Persia, immediately learned the whole story through his internal connections.
At the same time, they also obtained a photo of a Tomcat fighter jet.
Looking at the photo, Chilvonenko chuckled and shook his head.
The white horse is as famous as its battle record, making it known throughout the world.
Subsequently, its study became a primary goal for various countries.
After all, Baiju's performance is what it is. As long as we study it thoroughly, whether we can surpass it is another matter. Let's focus on narrowing the gap between us first.
If one has never seen the white horse, the male cat before one's eyes can still be refreshing. But with the pearl and jade preceding it, this later imitation seems insignificant.
"Gorzenfsky, there's something I need to tell you."
Chilvonenko picked up the phone and spoke casually.
"Don't keep me in suspense, I'm busy right now."
When Gorzensky answered the phone and heard Chilvonenko's flippant voice, he felt displeased, and Chilvonenko wasn't wrong; he was indeed quite busy right now.
"Alright alright."
Thinking of Gotzensky's face, which couldn't take a joke, Chirvonenko lost his desire to claim credit and calmly said, "Didn't you ask me to keep an eye on the situation in Persia?"
"Just an hour ago, Persia dispatched four new aircraft to intercept the Persian scimitars returning home."
"result!"
"Nine to four, easily wiped out by the opponent's Persian scimitar."
"And you probably don't know that this plane is likely the latest aircraft developed by the United States."
"I took a look at this plane and it looks very similar to Baiju. I guess it's a copy. It's a pity it can't even beat Baiju's henchmen."
While Chirvonenko continued to laugh, Gotzensky grasped the key point in his words.
His brow furrowed slightly. "Send the pictures over."
He then hung up the phone.
Chilvonenko listened to the dial tone, gave a disdainful snort, and then got up and walked out.
After hanging up the phone, Gorzenfsky pondered for a moment, then got up and walked outside as well.
A moment later, Gotzenwsky knocked on Bemit's office door and strode inside.
"Sir, I have something I'd like to report to you."
Gotzensky approached, and Bemet was dealing with the Alliance's food issues.
During this period of freezing weather, people have been staying at home most of the time, which has affected factory production. Coupled with the reduced grain production last year, the situation is being maintained entirely by importing grain from abroad.
In such a difficult situation, there are still people hoarding and speculating on supplies, which is tantamount to undermining the foundation of the alliance.
But who among those who dare to do such a thing is a nobody?
Just as Bemit was having a headache, Gotzenfsky walked in and said he had something to report.
"You said."
Bemit put down his pen and looked intently at Gorzenfsky.
“Sir, I noticed something was amiss with the Persians earlier, so I had someone keep a close eye on them.”
"The J-8C fighter jets that Persia is now buying from the south."
Gorzenfsky briefly explained the situation, and Bemet immediately grasped the key point and understood what Gorzenfsky meant.
"Since you're so willing, then I'll leave this matter to you."
After weighing the pros and cons, Bemi spoke to Gorzenfsky.
"Okay, sir."
Gorzensky nodded slightly, then heard the other person say, "Have you found any problems with the moon landing?"
Upon hearing this, Gotzenfsky gave a wry smile, then shook his head, "Everyone says there's no problem, but they just can't solve it."
Bemit shook his head helplessly. The biggest problem now is that there is no powerful department to integrate the two.
However, this powerful department is nowhere to be found.
Unless that person personally presides over it.
That's simply impossible; that person doesn't have the energy to pay attention to such things.
"Just do your best."
After a long silence, Bemethe finally uttered a helpless remark.
Gotzensky nodded and then left the office.
Two days later.
In the Persian base.
Mosidov met with Aziz and his three companions who had returned home, inquiring not only about their training in China but also about the performance of the fighter jets.
Aziz and his three companions spoke frankly about everything from the care and genuine help they received to the performance of the fighter jet, which made Mosidov very gratified.
After awarding honors and prizes to the world, Mosidofa called Beijing again, hoping that the remaining planes would be delivered as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, in Beijing, President Peng was looking at the report in front of him with a furrowed brow.
"Old Peng, how should we handle this?"
The uncle was smoking a cigarette, and next to him was Li Rong, who worked in foreign trade.
When his uncle spoke, Boss Peng put the newspaper on the table and said heavily, "This is deliberately trying to kill you with praise."
Li Rong, standing to the side, nodded in agreement, saying, "The Alliance's extensive publicity is clearly an attempt to sow discord between us and the United States."
"President Peng, I personally think that it's better to stay put than to take any action right now."
After Li Rong finished speaking, her uncle nodded slightly. "Comrade Li Rong is right. We are now at the forefront of a crisis. The only way is to remain outwardly relaxed but inwardly vigilant, and to use stillness to control movement."
After placing his hands on his knees and thinking for a moment, President Peng nodded. "In that case, the Eastward Deterrence Plan is suspended. We'll see how things go."
"However, we must always remain vigilant."
The uncle nodded in agreement, "Okay, we also need to send their plane back as soon as possible."
"After this publicity campaign, they need these planes even more."
Mr. Peng nodded vigorously.
Then Li Rong laughed.
"Look, this plane really does look a lot like our Baiju."
Li Rong changed the subject, and both President Peng and his uncle laughed.
"Unfortunately, they only learned the superficial aspects and didn't grasp the core essence at all."
Mr. Peng's words revealed the secret, and Uncle nodded in agreement.
The newspaper had a picture of an airplane on the front.
Then below it was a large number: zero to four.
It felt like a cruel humiliation.