Chapter 115: Compared to 82

Karuni became a hero while completely bewildered.

Then, Minister of National Defense Arun took him around to give speeches.

On the plane,

Arun handed him a document.

And told him to memorize it.

Karuni took it and looked.

"I tried my best, using the Tejas fighter vigorously promoted by President Modi."

"Fighting one against ten, I fought hard, cutting down Dongda's planes one after another."

"Then, I suffered an even more fierce siege."

"Due to the excellent performance of the Tejas fighter vigorously promoted by President Modi, I looked for opportunities to counterattack everywhere."

"But they used words over the radio, using my compassion to make me reveal a flaw."

"Then, they used missiles. I saw a village below, with children, and for the sake of the children's survival,"

"I didn't dodge, resolutely ejecting, letting those children survive."

"Just like that, I was captured."

"Then I suffered cruel abuse."

"After President Modi's righteous questioning, and even issuing a war threat, the threatened Dongda, after weighing the strength of Bharat and Dongda, decided to release me."

After Karuni finished reading, he looked at Minister of National Defense Arun before him with an expression of disbelief.

At this moment, Karuni really wanted to ask one thing.

Mr. Minister of National Defense Arun, do you think the people of Bharat all grew up drinking Ganges water?

Can they believe this kind of ghost story?

"What's wrong, is there a problem?"

Arun looked at Karuni; he thought this speech was very good.

It both praised Bharat's President Modi,

and proclaimed Karuni's own heroism.

And it conformed to the white-left values prevalent in the Western civilized world.

It also highly praised Bharat's military strength.

Isn't all of this perfect?

This kid, he wouldn't be thinking of not reciting it, would he?

Thinking of this, Arun looked at Karuni with a somewhat threatening gaze.

Karuni felt his whole body hair stand on end from being stared at.

"Karuni, have you decided yet?"

Arun looked at him.

Threatening in a low voice.

"Minister, it's not that I don't want to, but it's really..."

Karuni said, suddenly stopping.

He saw Arun's gaze becoming increasingly fierce.

"Karuni, I know your family."

"It's a Brahmin family in the Lavani princely state, right?"

"Your father is a high court judge there, right?"

Arun said casually.

His hand kept tapping on the table.

Each tap seemed to hit Karuni's heart.

"Tell me, what if he lost his job, and then the local Brahmins all united,"

"determining that you usurped the Brahmin position, and that you are actually Dalits, that is, untouchables?"

"What would happen then?"

Arun saw that Karuni was so unappreciative, and threatened him directly.

Karuni imagined the future scene, and he immediately shivered in fear.

"Mr. Minister, I am willing."

Hearing this, Arun laughed out loud.

"Good, good, good, that's more like it."

Arun came up and hooked his arm around Karuni's shoulder and said,

"Look, this way, President Modi gains prestige, my position is stable, you become a hero, your family will also benefit, and this news will only circulate domestically. As for other countries,"

"you don't need to worry about them."

"Right?"

"This way, no one will be hurt."

"Everyone is happy, right?"

Karuni forced a smile.

And said, "Yes, yes."

Arun laughed wildly.

"Alright, the plane is about to land."

"Our big hero should also get ready."

After finishing, Arun hypocritically pretended to tidy up Karuni's clothes.

Meanwhile, Modi at the Presidential Palace

was a different scene.

Modi looked at the protest letters sent before him.

Worried.

Some of these letters were from the Bharat People's Party that Modi himself founded, and some were from opposition parties.

These people weren't as easy to fool as the common people.

They all knew the truth of the matter.

They sent protest letters to Modi,

which would greatly damage Modi's prestige.

Especially in Parliament.

And these were exactly what Modi couldn't tolerate.

But Modi couldn't make them all disappear either.

After all, some of them were descendants of Bharat's native princely states and some had close ties with foreign countries.

One move affects the whole situation.

They couldn't be touched at all.

At this critical juncture,

the accidental death of any one of them would alert the others.

Modi wanted to be President,

not a dictator.

Modi knew he didn't have that kind of strength.

The contradictions within Bharat were simply too great.

Religious issues, development issues, caste issues.

Too many, too many.

Modi could only represent the thoughts of some people.

It just so happened that those people were the majority.

Modi looked at the map of Bharat on the wall.

It seems,

there was only one way now.

Modi thought.

Originally, he didn't intend to use this method.

After all, this was an adrenaline shot.

Subsequently, his gaze landed on the Kashmir region.

"Call Bharat's security department over here."

Meanwhile, in the distant East,

the Pakistan pilots finished their training

and prepared to return to their country.

At this moment, Zhang Wen was at the test flight base, looking at rows of fighter jets with emotion.

"Good heavens, this thing can fly anywhere and destroy anything."

Lined up before him

were a full six J-20s and eighteen J-16s.

Behind them was an early warning aircraft modified from a Y-20.

"Factory Director Zhang."

"The test pilots are all ready. The exercise can begin at any time."

"Good!"

Zhang Wen said.

The scale of this exercise could be said to be unprecedented, though certainly not unrepeatable.

This time, they were going to simulate and test the flight combat capabilities of the J-20, J-16, and the modified J-10.

And the coordination between the J-20, J-16, and other aircraft in the presence of an early warning aircraft.

Another goal was to test just how serious the generational gap between fifth-generation and third-generation aircraft really was.

With a J-20 fully loaded with ammunition,

how many third-generation aircraft—that is, the modified J-10s—could it actually fight?

This could also be considered fulfilling a dream for old soldiers and old military industrial workers.

After all, the idea of the J-8 fighting the F-22 back in the day was simply too heaven-defying.

Now there was no F-22, but they had their own J-20.

They definitely had to give it a try.

To ensure fairness,

the J-20 pilots for this exercise were all chosen from the novices.

Actually, they weren't really novices, it's just that their flight skills could only reach an average level.

While the pilots on the opposing side

were all flight aces and geniuses selected from various military regions, flying the newly modified version of the J-10.

This time, they were going to completely squeeze the limits of the J-20 and J-16.

Zhang Wen arrived at the combat command room.

"How are we going to do this?"

"Shall we test the J-20 first?"

Air Force Commander Zhao Hong said, "Since everyone wants to see it so much,"

"then let's test the J-20 first."

Subsequently, he ordered the exercise to begin.

On this side, only one J-20 took off.

At the flight base on the other side, a full hundred J-10s took off.

"The goal of this exercise is to shoot down the J-20."

"That is the only goal, regardless of whether you use machine guns or missiles."

"As long as you shoot it down, it counts as a success!"

Following the order over the radio, these veteran pilots were all eager to try.

J-20 pilot Liu Wei nervously controlled the plane,

heading out to meet the challenge.

This time, a desert area of tens of thousands of square kilometers became the battlefield.

Liu Wei turned on the radar and discovered nearly a hundred planes in an instant.

He was so scared he shivered.

"Geez, are we really playing this big?"

Liu Wei relied directly on the radar advantage,

firing missiles immediately.

The J-20's radar system instantly locked onto 30 targets.

After Liu Wei pressed the button, a series of missiles were launched.

Of course, they weren't real missiles; after all, this was just an exercise.

However, the lethality was the same.

A few seconds later,

the pilots in the targeted J-10s only heard this sentence:

"You have been destroyed, please return to base immediately."

The pilots who heard this cursed wildly, "Damn it! I didn't even see the enemy plane! And I'm gone?!"

But no matter how unwilling they were, they had to return to base.

Seeing this, the other planes accelerated directly, wanting to use the J-10's high-altitude, high-speed maneuverability advantage to make up for other shortcomings.

But they discovered it was completely useless.

The J-20 opened its afterburner and went directly into supersonic cruise.

No matter how fast they ran, it was useless.

No matter how good their maneuverability was, it was useless.

They could only watch helplessly as the J-20 blew their planes up from hundreds of kilometers away.

Time passed second by second.

Liu Wei gradually entered the zone.

After crazily firing a bunch of missiles, he suddenly discovered

there were no enemy signals left on the radar.

At this time,

a sentence came over the radio.

"Liu Wei, come back."

"All enemy forces have been shot down."

"What?" Liu Wei said in shock, "I saw nearly a hundred planes!"

"That's right, J-20 versus J-10, the final score is 0:82."

"What?"

Liu Wei gasped. ===== CHAPTER 116 =====