Chapter 148: with translation of chapter title

The rumbling sound came from far to near, two small and agile J-7 fighter jets lined up with the runway, preparing to land.

The F-4s circled the airport, waiting for the guests to land before they would follow and land.

On the apron beside the runway, several people were clearly about to get into an argument. Uday's forehead rarely broke out in a cold sweat.

"Just taking these two aircraft as an example, in the Vietnam battlefield the fighting was dark and chaotic, but looking at the actual combat results, the MiG-21's performance was far better than the F-4's." Qin Miao began to speak at length, while Chu Miaomiao beside him almost simultaneously translated; at this moment they were in perfect accord.

"In air combat, the F-4 fighter mainly relies on air-to-air missiles, but comparing combat results on the Vietnam battlefield, the performance of the Sparrow air-to-air missile is poor, with a hit rate under ten percent; this means that even if an F-4 carries eight Sparrow missiles and fires them all at once, it may not necessarily shoot down an enemy aircraft."

"On the contrary, the MiG-21 can take advantage of its maneuverability, quickly take off, rapidly close in, rush forward to attack with short-range dogfight missiles or even its cannon; if the first shot misses, it can rely on its quick acceleration to swiftly withdraw from the battlefield."

The Vietnam battlefield was indeed like that, but if you cling to this old almanac and refuse to let go, it is very dangerous, after all, low missile hit rates can be improved; continual improvement can steadily increase hit rates and extend range, developing to the present day, even India's Rafale, without even seeing the opponent, can be directly taken out by the opposing side's Meteor-15.

But now, using Vietnam War experience to explain, it is completely reasonable.

"Your Highness Talal, you might try to find American instructors on this base, see if any have served on the Vietnam battlefield, and ask them their attitude toward the MiG-21."

Only Qin Miao's side was left speaking; Talal's eyes widened, left only to listen!

As for Walid, he didn't understand any of this at all; he came this time just to see if there was any construction business to be done. Previously he had gotten along fairly well with Talal, so he'd also taken the opportunity to check on him, but he hadn't expected to run into the Uday and Kusay brothers, and then also see two Easterners; it seemed that as soon as they arrived they started arguing.

"That's right, the Vietnam battlefield was like that experience, but… technology is advancing; if the Vietnam battlefield had F-15s, the result… would surely be different from history."

"Um, I admit, the F-15 as a third-generation jet, its numbers are indeed impressive, but I want to say that what decides victory or defeat in war has never been just one or two advanced weapons, but people! If an air force only knows how to fly straight and level, launch a barrage of missiles from afar, then pull out, such a force will never be a strong one!"

Chu Miaomiao was also getting a little worried. "San Shui brother, we're here to sell; is it appropriate to show up at their door and antagonize them like this? Won't we strain the relationship?" But… now it wasn't her turn to think much; whatever Qin Miao said, she would just translate it.

"An army, the most important thing is its fighting spirit; what is fighting spirit? It is the courage to dare to fix bayonets and see blood!" Qin Miao continued to speak at length: "Air combat is the same; back then, our Eastern Air Force, in combat, would enter from a distance of one kilometer behind the enemy aircraft, pursue to five hundred meters before opening fire, after firing a barrage of shells the distance would already be under two hundred meters, directly blowing the enemy plane apart in midair!"

"Of course, after the fight, our own aircraft would also have their engines flame out from ingesting the enemy's debris, forcing the pilots to bail out, but… that battle terrified the enemy; they would constantly worry in their dreams about being blown apart! This is fixing bayonets and seeing blood! In war, one must not fear bloodshed and sacrifice; if the missiles are expended and the shells are gone, then oneself and the aircraft become the final shell flying toward the enemy aircraft!"

"Well said!" Just then, a voice of praise came from nearby.

Good, finally it's done!

Talal and Walid, although both are famous princes in later times, in this era they have only just begun, and the role they can play is not great.

But with their arrival, the base commander, accompanied by a group of Air Force officers, also came over, perhaps to see the J-7s, or perhaps just to see the two of them.

When they noticed them approaching, Qin Miao then launched into a passionate speech, precisely to draw their attention; now he has achieved a good effect!

Those Saudis are extremely wealthy, with black wealth beneath their feet; as heaven's chosen sons they live in superiority, so such an army naturally lacks bloodiness.

Thus, a group of Saudis driving advanced tanks ended up being routed by a bunch of people wearing flip-flops, losing their helmets and armor, and even after returning they still received a bonus; this is the quality of the Saudis' military.

And the Saudis' senior officers certainly know the flaws in their military; they also want to change, they just don't know how.

Now Qin Miao has pointed them toward a direction: they must dare to fix bayonets and see blood! Don't turn fighter jets into airliners, flying straight and level, launching missiles and then fleeing; such an army lacks bloodiness!

"Uncle Mashhadani?" At that moment, Talal also followed the sound and looked over, seeing a familiar figure.

The base commander, who is also a member of the royal family, Mashhadani?

"Hmm, Talal, you just heard the Eastern friend's speech like that; what do you think?"

Talal's complexion was complex: "I feel… this argument is indeed reasonable, but, but…"

"But, this is clearly just confusing concepts, isn't it? I'm saying the MiG-21 is obsolete, you're talking about fixing bayonets and seeing blood; if I could take care of you with Sparrows, I'd be foolish to rush in for close-range dogfighting."

"But I can't say this outright, after all, Mashhadani obviously agrees with the Eastern friend's argument; if I were to say I don't dare to engage in close-range dogfighting, would I be shut out in the future? I still want to fly the F-15!"

"The Eastern equipment is indeed not the most advanced, but their fighting spirit is worth learning from! Come, let's go take a look at this batch of Eastern warplanes!" After Mashhadani finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Miao: "Can we take a look at your aircraft?"

"Of course." Qin Miao nodded: "Welcome everyone to observe!"

These old aircraft aren't really a secret; after all, MiG-21s fly everywhere, coming here we originally had the idea of pulling one over on the Saudis, but now that the other side wants to look, we're practically begging them to.

Chu Miaomiao let out a sigh of relief, then the next moment hurried to catch up.

Uday also felt a wave of relief, then… he felt quite dignified! After all, this aircraft is what his Emirate wants to buy; he doesn't want to hear any negative comments.

At this moment, the two J-7s had taxied to the apron, shut down their engines, the boarding stairs were raised, and the pilots who had made the long flight still climbed down spiritedly; now that they were abroad, they could not bring shame to their motherland and people!