Chapter 197: The Fall of the F18 Super Hornet

The evening of December 19th.

Six F/A-18E/F fighter jets took off from the aircraft carrier.

Their destination was the Syrian capital, Damascus.

However, at this time, although these fighter jets were arranged in a combat formation,

one could feel in the communication of the fighter jets that the pilots seemed not to care about this mission at all.

"Jack, after the mission is completed, how about having a drink at my place? I have a bottle of whiskey hidden there."

"Oh, that's the best news I've heard today. That bitch Jennifer cheated on me!"

"That's really bad news, Hunter!"

... It seemed that for these pilots,

this attack on Syria was simply like a trip.

In fact, it was indeed so.

After all, in the previous two bombings, although the Syrian side had also counterattacked,

with the S300 air defense system and missiles whistling in,

in the end, these missiles did not hit a single F/A-18E/F.

In two bombings, the Ugly Nation military's combat loss was zero.

While the Syrian side lost quite a few air defense weapons.

This made the Bear Nation side very embarrassed.

It was precisely because of this combat record that the Ugly Nation Air Force naturally looked down on the Syrian side's power more and more.

These F/A-18E/Fs were completely telling the other side clearly that they were coming.

Soon, they crossed the territory of Jordan and flew directly into Syrian airspace towards the capital.

And at this time, the Syrian side had already made preparations.

The Syrian president, whom the Ugly Nation had always wanted to overthrow, was even more focused.

He warned the officers who supported him that this time they must give those arrogant Ugly Nation soldiers a heavy lesson.

"Holy War, for the glory of Syria!"

The president clenched his fist and shouted.

Hearing this, those Syrian government army officers also shouted with flushed faces:

"Holy War!"

"Holy War..."

For a time, in the secret underground works, tsunami-like shouts rang out.

Some guard soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

At that moment, their eyes were full of light; it was a kind of faith.

Thinking of the casualties caused by the depleted uranium bombs dropped by those Ugly Nation troops,

where the parents, relatives, and children of these soldiers were,

they wished they could immediately engage in hand-to-hand combat with those Ugly Nation soldiers, tear their flesh with their teeth,

and drink their blood dry.

And with the president's order,

that night, all the soldiers were united in hatred and prepared to meet the enemy.

And at this time, the F/A-18E/F squad did not know at all.

As they got closer and closer to the Syrian capital,

200 kilometers, 100 kilometers, 50 kilometers...

The depleted uranium bombs on the F/A-18E/F aircraft had already unlocked their safety.

"Syrian bastards, go to hell!"

A pilot prepared to press the launch button.

Although it was night, the night vision imager could help the pilot identify the target.

However, just as he was about to launch the missile,

suddenly, the alarm sounded.

The pilot, familiar with this 'beep-beep-beep' sound, naturally knew that he had been locked onto by a missile.

Therefore, the pilot immediately launched some chaff/infrared decoy launchers.

Immediately, a series of sparks appeared near the aircraft.

This kind of decoy is to release a certain number and pattern of chaff or infrared decoys,

thereby forming a false target or a heat source, inducing the enemy's infrared missile to deviate from the real target.

Just after the F/A-18E fighter pilot released the decoys, a missile brushed past the fuselage.

It headed towards the decoys.

Clearly, this pilot's decisiveness successfully allowed him to brush past the Grim Reaper.

However, not all aircraft were like this.

Some pilots felt from the beginning that the enemy's missile could not hit them at all,

so after being locked on, the speed of releasing decoys was obviously half a beat slow.

And this half-beat became the boundary between life and death.

Bang! A loud noise exploded in the high sky.

Then, a fireball appeared in the sky.

"Oh, God!"

An Ugly Nation pilot's face was illuminated by the firelight; he could not believe that his teammate, who was still talking just now,

had now been blown into pieces of meat.

Only then did he feel terrified.

"Hunter, God, I've been hit, I've been hit..."

Another aircraft screamed in the communicator. Although this aircraft also released decoys,

one side of its wing was still destroyed by the aftermath of the missile explosion.

The entire aircraft's braking system immediately lost balance.

The pilot could not control the aircraft at all, and the aircraft began to fall rapidly in the sky.

Bang!

Helplessly, the pilot could only eject and parachute to escape.

And soon, the aircraft crashed into the ground in the distance, with firelight soaring into the sky.

Losing two fighter jets at once.

This made this flight squad never dare to underestimate the Syrian air defense system again.

"This is James Squad, repeat, this is James Squad... We have been attacked by the Syrian air defense system,

lost two fighter jets, requesting immediate return, requesting immediate return..."

However, the aircraft carrier command center had not yet had time to reply.

Just hearing the "beep-beep-beep" sound, the sound of being locked on rang out again.

"FUCK, damn it!" The pilot looked through his helmet and saw at least three missiles flying towards him.

At this moment, he was scared out of his wits.

Almost without thinking, he launched all the decoys carried on the aircraft all at once.

Hoping to deceive the enemy's guided weapons.

One missile exploded in mid-air because of the decoys,

but the remaining two tightly bit onto the pilot's aircraft.

You know how fast the S400 missile is: 3400m/s, nearly 10 Ma He.

And how fast is the F/A-18E? At most 1.8 Ma He, which is 612 meters/second.

The gap between the two sides is more than five times. ===== CHAPTER 198 =====