Chapter 968: Dare you follow me?
Thinking of the suffocating cold from the north, Liu Guangpu felt as if he were being poured with ice water...
The people of Zhou State might have long forgotten the terror of the Slavs, but as frontline commanders, especially those who came from that special era, they had faced the pressure of the Slavs directly!
In order to deal with the Slavs back then, almost every citizen was mobilized as a soldier, and they almost dug through the mountains and rivers of the motherland!
It can be said that the Lafu Kingdom is the only country in the three thousand years of the Zhou Dynasty that has forced the Zhou Dynasty to abandon this land and perish together!
Although the real Red Hair has fallen apart, the White Hair can still compete with the beautiful country across the ocean with the legacy left by their ancestors!
What did Zhou Bang rely on to become one of the world's three giants?
Against ordinary countries, we rely on the army with extremely strong fighting will; against the two extremes of Mao and the United States, we rely on developing asymmetric warfare.
What is asymmetric warfare?
That is, instead of developing planes against planes and warships against warships, we will directly concentrate all resources on the aspects that can destroy you, that is, develop so-called "trump card" weapons.
To put it bluntly: nuclear deterrence
After all, China started late and has a poor foundation. How many industrial sectors and technological breakthroughs are needed for conventional development?
Reality is not a novel. How can it be possible that you have to wait until you grow up before you can become the sect's ancestor?
This is also the reason why Zhou State often suffered losses in minor frictions with the two countries but had no way to deal with it.
It's like having a bomb tied to your body. If someone wants to kill you, you can threaten to blow yourself up, but you can't threaten to die together with someone else if they scold you, right?
People who often commit suicide know that when the threat of death is repeated too many times, it gradually becomes less deterrent.
For this reason, Liu Guangpu couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart... In the end times, the powerful conventional forces of the Russian bear can still be used... but what about the Western theater of war?
Without world nuclear peace, what should the Western war zone rely on to fight against the Russian bear?
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, and instead of looking at Wang Zhiming, he looked at the silhouettes of the fighter planes outside the window that were still struggling to climb, like moths to a flame.
His voice was extremely low, almost whispering, but it struck like a heavy hammer in the silent control room:
"Commander..." His throat rolled, and every word he chose was extremely difficult:
"....Regarding...Regarding the 'last insurance'...Have we in the war zone found it?"
As soon as the words fell, the air froze instantly, and the body of Lieutenant General Wang Zhiming, commander of the theater's air force, stiffened visibly!
He turned his head suddenly, and his eyes, which had originally been full of tragic and resoluteness, were now fixed on Liu Guangpu, his deputy commander, with such a sharp gaze that it seemed as if it could penetrate his soul!
"Guangpu, your question has crossed the line!"
"Commander!!" Facing the gaze of Commander Wang Zhiming, Deputy Commander Liu Guangpu did not back down, and his voice was hoarse with a desperate attitude:
"If the plane overhead is really a Russian reconnaissance plane, other than the 'last resort', what else can we do to stop them from turning the entire northwest into a scorched earth?!"
There was no madness in his red eyes at this moment, only a kind of despair and clarity of being pushed to the end of the cliff, examining the only possibility:
"Are we...relying on those second-generation aircraft that have taken off?! Or are we relying on our pitiful border defense forces that have no logistics?"
Reality is not a story, and war is an even crueler reality. A mature commander will never pray for a miracle, but will always analyze data and plan for the worst.
...
Hearing this, Air Force Commander Wang Zhiming stared at his deputy in a daze. The other party's words were like an ice-cold needle, accurately piercing the place where it hurt the most and where he was least able to refute.
He staggered back half a step, as if all his strength had been drained away, and his hands behind his back could no longer be suppressed and began to tremble violently.
Silence is better than words at this time...
In the end, the only sound in the tower was the distant roar of the fighter plane engines outside the window and a... suffocating, dead silence.
...
And at this moment, somewhere in the northwest airspace—
The reconnaissance formation composed of four J-4 heavy multi-purpose fighter jets, like four black sharp blades blending into the lead-gray sky, is steadily adjusting its course and preparing to return.
Inside the cockpit, the advanced integrated avionics system runs smoothly, the glass cockpit glows with a soft light, and the pilots look relaxed.
The mission was completed exceptionally smoothly. The air defense capabilities of the so-called "Western Theater" below were far more backward than expected. If they had not been exposed actively, the other side might not even have discovered their presence.
So at this moment, the lead pilot "Falcon One" even leisurely adjusted the communication channel: "The chicks are returning to the nest, maintain formation, return altitude 10000, heading 0-4-0. Mission accomplished." There was no contempt in his tone, only the calmness after the mission was completed.
To them, this was just a routine reconnaissance, and the enemy's radar reaction speed had been clearly calculated in pre-war simulations.
However, at this seemingly peaceful moment——
Beep beep beep——!!!
The radar warning sound pierced the tranquility of the cockpits of four J-16 heavy multi-purpose fighter jets almost simultaneously!
"It seems like a little mouse is following us!"
The lead plane, Falcon One, looked at the eight light green target boxes that suddenly popped up on the multi-function display. Not only did it not feel nervous at all about facing the enemy planes, but it showed an expression of interest and excitement, as if it had seen some fun toys.
Yes, this trip to the northwest was too boring for the pilots in the Zhongzhou war zone. Apart from dispersing some mutated flying creatures on the way, there was not even any serious confrontation. It was as simple as playing a simple game between man-machine and computer.
I thought the mission would end like this, but I didn't expect the other party to follow me...
interesting!
Thinking of this, the lead pilot, Falcon One, quickly spoke in a playful tone in the encrypted communication channel:
"Since they are here, let's have some fun with them! But remember, we are on a reconnaissance mission, and we are not allowed to open fire unless it is absolutely necessary!"
"Roger that!"
“It’s packaged!”
...
In the communication channel, the pilots of the other three J-3 fighter jets spoke in equally brisk tones, even a little impatient.
Although it is a bit unethical for the fourth generation and a half to fight against the second generation and a half, who doesn’t like to bully and fry the weak?
Cool and it's over!
As the voice in the communication channel fell, four silver-gray J-16 fighters like steel eagles rolled and dispersed in an instant at an altitude of meters, and disappeared on the spot...
