The Soviet Air Force lost a MiG-25 a few days ago. Although they themselves said it was crashed due to a mechanical failure, it crashed over Pakistan. Even the pilot was searched by the Pakistani and is now locked in a prison in Islamabad. Before the war ended, the pilot might not be able to return to China.

However, because of this, the Indian Air Force had to take the risk of reconnaissance, because Pakistan was equipped with F-16 fighter jets!

Wherever these fighter jets are deployed and how large they are, they all need to be investigated before they know that in recent years, India's grasp of Pakistan's arms has become increasingly poor. Due to the Afghan War, most of Pakistan's equipment has been transferred to the Western Front, and the east is already empty.

If the main forces of Pakistan's air force are on the Western Front, then maybe it is your own chance! When I thought of going to the Air Force Command in New Delhi, what the Air Force Commander said to him was profound.

Maybe the top leaders are planning a new war, especially now that their air force is equipped with so many new aircraft, which has an overwhelming advantage over Pakistan. There is the Soviet Union to the west and the independent side to the east. If they attack on both sides, maybe they can directly destroy Pakistan.

India and Pakistan have been mortal enemies since its founding. As Indian soldiers, Satyawati really hopes to destroy Pakistan quickly.

"147 requested to take off." The pilot's request came from the radio.

"Can take off," Satyavati said, "We are waiting for you to come back."

"I understand." Verma started two engines in turn, and flames spurted out from the tail. He let go of the brakes. The MiG-25 began to slide on the runway. The scenery on both sides retreated faster and faster. Then he pulled the operating lever back, and the fighter slid lightly off the ground.

Looking at the MiG-25 rushing into the sky, Satyavati looked at the direction of the plane flying away in the command tower and saluted.

Although the mission is very dangerous, as long as you fly to an altitude of 24,000 meters, Pakistan has no ability to intercept its own reconnaissance planes.

Verma also knew that altitude was his advantage. He kept rising and flying to 24,000 meters. At this height, the scenery around him was so strange that he could even see the outer space scene, which actually made him feel lonely.

There was no other choice, only forward! He finally adjusted his route and checked the camera equipment at the same time.

Next, it's time to enter Pakistan's airspace.

Peshawar Air Force Base.

The runway was full of people, including Air Force Base Commander Arslan, and Military District Chief of Staff Mhamad. Everyone was blocking the sun with their hands and looking at the direction of the rumbling sound from afar.

Two Tomcat fighter jets flying from the United States are about to land. The arrival of these two fighter jets has given the Pakistan Air Force the first heavy air combat fighter ever!

Originally, the Secretary of Defense and the Air Force Commander and others planned to attend the ceremony at the airport. However, due to an important meeting, their itinerary was delayed and they would arrive later.

Is this the Minister of Defense expressing his dissatisfaction in disguise? Mhamad didn't care so much. Now, more than ten days have passed. The Soviet MiG-25 has not entered Pakistani airspace again. This does not mean that the Soviets have given up. They are definitely planning new actions.

With the arrival of the Tomcat fighter, at least when facing the MiG-25 again, I feel confident.

And Arslan, who was on the side, had another mentality. He was the commander of the base and a father. Now, his son has become the driver of the most powerful fighter jet, which gives him the most proud feeling. Now, his son is about to return home and is still flying back in the F-14!

With the rumbling sound, two fighter jets suddenly emerged from the clouds, and all the wings were spread out, like eagles in the sky.

Come back! Come back!

Looking at the majestic posture of these two fighter planes, the airport was filled with excitement.

Two fighter planes flew over the airport, a full flight to show respect to the people below. Then, three turns, aimed at the runway and landed.

Takeoff and landing are the most basic actions, and at the same time, they are also the most likely to occur. Seeing the two fighter jets descending skillfully at the normal sliding line, the wheels finally came into contact with the ground, and the ground crews had already rushed up.

The speed reduction parachute was put down, and the two Tomcat fighters stopped steadily.

Behind, the bulky c-130 aimed at another runway and began to land.

The canopy was opened, and Rick stood up from the cabin, and the long driving made him look a little tired.

Stepping on the ladder and walking down, Rick looked at the person with the same skin and eye color, with crystal tears in his eyes.

No matter how long I spent in the United States, it was never my home. Now, I finally got home!

Mhamad and Arslan were right opposite him, and he raised his arms: "Report, the eagle is officially home!"

Hussein also walked down on another fighter plane. He looked at the base and felt very moved. He went out this time and only came back a few months ago. He really thought about it.

The c-130 landed on the runway, the cabin door opened, and looking at the crowd celebrating on the other side, Jackson couldn't help but snort: "Are these Pakistani people welcome us like this?"

As I was complaining, I saw the crowd coming here, and the one who was leading was Brigadier General Mhamad whom I knew when he was in Grumman's company.

"Welcome to our American friends. We are very moved by you from thousands of miles to come here. Our president will arrive later and hold a welcome ceremony for you tonight." Mhamad said to the Americans who came out of the cabin.

Even the president of Pakistan would come to welcome them. Jackson immediately threw his anger behind him.

Just as I was about to come up to shake hands, I heard a sharp alarm sounding above the base.

"Woo, woo..." Hearing the alarm, Mhamad was shocked. Arslan had already shook his legs and ran quickly towards the command tower.

The alarm sounds are the signal of the battle! Two F-16 fighter jets on standby welcomed the pilots who were running up hurriedly. The canopy hood was closed, and they started the engine and slid toward the apron.

"Quick, let's fight!" Rick shouted loudly and ran towards his fighter plane, but looking at the empty pylon under the belly, this time it was a transition flight, and he did not carry any weapons.

"Hurry, get me a bullet right away!" Rick shouted to the American who came down from the c-130.

These F-14 fighter jets are still new to Pakistan. The Pakistani ground crew is also studying in the United States and is not able to maintain them yet.

Hearing Rick's voice, Jackson said: "Rick, it's not possible yet. Those missiles are transported over long distances and need to be re-tested. Moreover, we have been flying for so long and we are tired long ago..."

"Hurry up and get the bullet!" Rick had an additional pistol in his hand, which was the pilot's self-defense gun: "You come here to help us fight, and now there is an emergency mission!"

"Okay, get the bullet right away!" Jackson looked at the gun in Rick's hand. Jackson was speechless at such a bold guy.

After running back to the command tower, Mhamad immediately frowned as he heard the news of the warning radar station coming from the radio.

MiG-25, with an altitude of 24,000, speed of 0.8, northeast direction, has now crossed the border and is flying towards Islamabad!

The one coming from the northeast must be an Indian plane! I really didn't expect that the one who attacked again was actually the Indian Air Force!

"Take off f-16 now!" said Mhamad.

As the Soviet fighter jets on the Western Front kept invading, the F-16 fighter jets equipped with the Pakistan Air Force first entered the Peshawar Military Region. The eastern part of Pakistan was still defended by the old J-6. Although the height of 24,000 is difficult for the F-16, the J-6 has no possibility of interception, and its side can only take off the F-16 fighter jets quickly.

On the runway, the two F-16s on standby quickly opened and took off after power. The pilots had received a notice. Their hearts were filled with fearless spirit. Even if they fell, they would jump up!

"Hurry, get the bullet!" Rick looked at the American ground crew slowly mounting the missiles and kept urging.

The Immortal Missile is more than 400 kilograms, almost half a ton. Such a missile, relying on a few people and a manual car, would naturally not be very efficient. If it weren't for seeing Rick being angry, these people would be very tired after a long-distance flight and would not be willing to hang up the bullets.

Two missiles were finally hung up. Rick looked at Jackson opening the interface on the side of the missile and began to test it. He couldn't help but say, "Jackson, there is no time to test now. Come on the plane with me!"

"But my anti-Dutch server is still in the plane!" Jackson said. He was Rick's radar operator. Facing such a young man, Jackson was very dissatisfied, especially when he threatened him with a pistol just now.

"There's no time," Rick said. "I'll fly very smoothly."

After saying that, Rick took the lead in climbing onto the plane and said to Jackson: "Jackson, when he set off, Grumman Company had announced that he would shoot down a MiG-25 and give you a bonus of $200,000."

In order to enable the Tomcat fighter to maximize its combat effectiveness, they also invested a lot of money to convince the US Navy to support Grumman's improvement plan, although $200,000 is not much.

Thinking of the bonus, Jackson took the helmet handed over by the ground crew, climbed up the ladder, and went to the cockpit at the back.
Chapter completed!