After Lieutenant Colonel Hurley, the commander of the 22nd Wild Weasel Squadron, followed the 17th Wild Weasel Squadron in front and broke into the Iraqi air defense guard circle, he felt something was wrong, because the frequency of the original Iraqi radar signal locking suddenly increased, and his target also turned from the original McLaurin fleet to the "Wild Weasel" fleet to which he belonged.

This made Lieutenant Colonel Hurley a little uneasy. According to common sense, under the joint interference of four Fe-111 electronic fighters and six F-4g with six dedicated electronic interference pods, even if the enemy's radar cannot work, it is impossible to gradually increase, and it is a very aggressive radar locking signal.

What did the Iraqis want to do? Lieutenant Colonel Hurley was a little confused, but no matter what, it was definitely not a good thing, because he had already smelled a trace of conspiracy from all kinds of unusual things, so he turned his head to the side, opened his eyes wide and looked carefully at the series of data display signals displayed in the an\alg-119 electronic interference pod. After a moment, he suddenly paused, and then cold sweat flowed down his cheeks. At the same time, he quickly adjusted the communication frequency, no longer cared about the principle of confidentiality, and exclaimed in an unusually terrified manner:

"Linderman, come back soon, dangerous... It's the 'Falcon', the 'Falcon' air defense missile..."

Major Lindman, the commander of the 17th "Wild Weasel" squadron, who was preparing for the second round of shooting, was stunned after hearing Hurley's alarm. He was the main attacker for supporting cover this time, and he had no ammunition at all. Hurley was using electronic equipment to perform soft killing for a long time, so he did not look at the many display equipment in the cabin very carefully. It was not until after listening to Hurley's words that he realized that something was wrong.

You should know that in the early stages of the Q formation's attack on Iraq's air defense positions, the "Wild Weasels" rig formation that was attacking east and west could still suppress Iraq's radar with firepower, which at least allowed its signal to disappear for a long time. However, now, the first round of six "Ham" anti-radiation missiles have already confirmed the hit to the target, but Iraq's radar still has constant signals, as if the six "Ham" anti-radiation missiles just now hit different space and have no effect.

Before this, Major Lindeman did not take it seriously, because after Ham hit, the signal frequency of the Iraqi radar changed accordingly. Because of this, Major Lindeman felt that the missile he fired had hit the target, but the Iraqi people reacted quickly and activated the backup radar in time. So he was ready to continue his efforts and fire out all the "Hum" missiles so that he could knock off the unobstructed Iraqi "backup radar".

However, Lieutenant Colonel Hurley's warning made him break free from the preconceived shackles. He looked at the data of the an\alg-119 electronic interference pod on the monitor seriously. It would be fine if he didn't look at it. When he saw it, he was frightened and looked at it, because the extremely sensitive an\alg-119 electronic interference pod not only determined that two different radar signals were from the same radar,

It also detected that the f-4g he was driving had been locked by his aim, which means that in a few seconds, he would be attacked by air defense missiles. Seeing this, Major Lindman was still thinking about whether the Iraqi radar of the Ninemenzi was hit. The reason for escaping was the hard truth. So he quickly shouted to retreat at the radio, and moved the joystick and turned the seated f-4g electronic warfare attack aircraft.

However, at this moment, a dazzling ball of light suddenly penetrated through the layers of cloud barriers and broke out into the sky, and immediately drew a strange and tortuous arc in the sky. Under the hazy moonlight, it finally showed its tall and slender heroic posture:

The smooth and slender warhead, the long-sided wings that are strong but not lacking in aesthetics, the agile and steady movable tail wing, and the cloud-white bullet-body coating, it looks like a fake "Falcon" air defense missile. The target of this "Falcon" air defense missile is not someone else, but Major Lindman's landline;

At this moment, Lindman already knew that he was locked and attacked by the Falcon air defense missile, but he did not know from the aircraft's on-board alarm system, but saw it from the data of the an\alg-119 electronic interference pod, so his cabin seemed very calm and there was no emergency scene of the alarm when the attack was attacked;

But because of this, Lindman was even more frightened. He could not hear the urgent alarm in the cockpit, but he could clearly hear the increasingly manic heartbeat of him and the weapon operator behind him, because they knew that a missile that could only be detected in front of a first-class electronic warfare pod was already beyond the description of language;

So Lindman moved the joystick frantically, trying to get rid of the missile through his almost desperate maneuverability and escape from the sky. However, to his disappointment, the f-4 he drove was not easy to be mobile, and the f-4g improved by electronic warfare was greatly reduced in this regard.

However, even if Lindeman has the help of God and has unparalleled maneuverability, the cruel reality will still make him cry in the toilet, because will an air defense missile that can intercept short-range ballistic missiles lose to any fighter in terms of maneuverability? Because of this, this pursuit of the "Falcon" air defense missile and the F-4G was destined to end from the beginning......

"Boom~~~"

The "Falcon" air defense missile only revolved in a slight arc in the sky, and then plunged into the right wing of Lindeman's landline. Then more than 10,000 pieces immediately penetrated through the entire body as the warhead detonated, igniting the fuel tank. In an instant, f-4g was like a lighter, igniting the sky. The speed was so fast that Lindeman didn't even have a chance to escape, and was completely swallowed by the surging flames...

Lieutenant Colonel Hurley seemed to have not realized the sudden death of Major Lindeman. It was not that he was cold-blooded and ignored his colleagues' death, but because Hurley was also unable to take care of himself at this moment, because just when Lindeman was attacked by the Falcon air defense missile, Hurley's landline was also locked by the sudden arrival of the Falcon air defense missile;

Genlinderman's experience was the same. Lieutenant Colonel Hurley didn't even have a chance to escape, but his position was a little far away, so he went to see God a few seconds later than Linderman. However, in the blink of an eye, the two commanders successively sent their lives. For the entire "wild weasel" formation on the west side, it was like a broken backbone, and the entire formation was suddenly in chaos;

What's even more serious is that at some point, their communication system, navigation system, surveillance system and electronic countermeasure system were suddenly subjected to strong electronic interference. Not to mention contacting the e-3 early warning aircraft more than a hundred kilometers away, even if they cannot communicate effectively,

In addition, the maneuverability of f-4g itself is not very prominent, so the entire western "wild weasel" formation became a lamb for slaughter in an instant. How could it avoid the attack of the "Falcon" air defense missiles that rushed over? As a result, explosions in the sky came one after another, and bursting and burning bodies reflected half of the sky red.

However, all this was not over. After the Falcon air defense missile had just completed its first round of attack, more than ten Sam3 missiles followed closely and rushed to the remaining "wild weasel" attack formation on the west side. Under the strong electronic interference suppression, the F-4g and ef-111 electronic warplanes that were forcibly stripped of their electronic protective outerwear suddenly became the delicious food in the old Sam3's mouth. Therefore, larger-scale rushing and explosions were frequently staged in this sky called "Western"...

"Oh my God...this...this...this...this...this..."

The Iraqi Falcon surface-to-air missile forces strangled the "wild weasels" formation on the west side, so naturally they could not hide the McLaurin aircraft group that was desperately breaking west. However, they did not detect from the airborne radar or get the situation from the radio, but saw the cunning and ferocious "wild weasels" being entangled by countless more brutal pythons, until they were bitten to death.

Because the two formations were less than 15 kilometers away, in the dark night, both the dazzling tail flames of the missiles and the fires bursting in the fighter planes were outrageously clear. Because of this, the pilots in the McLaurin aircraft group all looked horrified and feared that their brains were short-circuited, so that their electronic devices had been disturbed and failed.

The same is true for Colonel McLaurin. His mouth was big, but he only spitted the syllables of "this...", but he couldn't say a complete sentence. You should know that this was a real strangle, and it was a strangle that he witnessed with his own eyes. He was more immersive and terrifying when he heard it through radio or briefings and videos. At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of Lieutenant Colonel Stark's previous sentence, "God is standing behind us":

God does stand behind them, but God is not to bless them, but to take them away...

"Can't go west anymore, turn north..."

Colonel McLaurin, who had come back to the taste, finally realized how difficult his situation was. He immediately shouted at the radio, but responded to his almost hoarse scream of hoarseness, only a noisy and long "I'll~~" sound, but McLaurin seemed to have not realized it and still roared desperately until he shouted a little, and then he slightly realized the danger of vagueness. So he immediately turned his head aside, and when he saw it, his brown pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw an old Sam 3 missile that had entered the fleet at some point, and then rushed towards an F-16c on the right wing. With a "boom~~" sound, the f-16c that was still intact just now turned into a ball of fireworks. Colonel McLaurin looked at this scene, and his panic face had been washed by the cold sweat of fear. He finally understood that this place was the layers of traps under the Iraqi bank. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not change the long-destined result. So he gritted his teeth, held the pull ring under his body, and shouted to the back:

"parachute!"

Binghao pulled it without hesitation, and with a bang, McLaurin was ejected from the cabin, and the equipment operator behind him had not yet reacted. When he understood what was going on, the plane had lost control and fell to the ground with a bang...

McLaurin was smart, and the others were not stupid. They followed suit. For a moment, the catapult was started and the explosion of the plane hit. Fluorescent parachutes and beams of flying fireworks together rendered the night sky magnificently...

“These American pilots are really good…”

Listening to the constant news of American pilots running away from the command phone, Lu Jiadong's face appeared with a meaningful smile, Major General Mohammed frowned, a little puzzled:

"I dare not fight to the death, but I was thinking about how to escape. I really don't think about what their relationship has to do with excellence!"

"That's relative to the US military, but from our perspective, they are really excellent!" Looking at Mohammed with confusion, Lu Jiadong said it quite interesting:
Chapter completed!