Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

Chapter 540

A radar station on the Mediterranean coast.

The young Egyptian lieutenant frowned as he looked at a snowflake on the screen.

He picked up the phone and connected to the superior command center.

"This is the DQ13 radar station. We have suffered severe electronic interference and the situation is unknown."

Although the situation was unknown, the lieutenant knew that this electronic interference could only be done by Americans at sea. He has a bad feeling.

Everyone has long said that the Americans will definitely join the war in the Sinai Peninsula, but they all think that it has nothing to do with their radar station far away from the Sinai Peninsula and the Suez Canal.

Now they are actually disturbed, which shows that the Americans have military operations here.

——Couldn't the anti-radiation missile is already on the way?

After this idea came into being, the young lieutenant couldn't calm down. But considering that he is now in a permanent underground bunker, he feels a little more relieved.

——I hope those missiles can only destroy the radar antenna.

——Once the antenna is destroyed, this radar station will no longer be worthy of strikes, and hiding here should be able to avoid the war perfectly.

The lieutenant prayed like this. Although it was negligence to have such thoughts as a soldier, he still prayed that after the initial attack, he would be able to guard the supplies at the disabled radar station until the end of the war.

"Lone Ranger," the "Puma" called his wingman, "is about to enter the attack area, pay attention to the fire control radar lock."

"The electronic warfare squad did a good job. I haven't been irradiated even once." The Lone Ranger responded, "We just swaggered over and dropped bombs, and then returned. This is a blue-collar job. You don't even need to use your brain and lean on your body. Muscle memory will be able to do well."

"Don't be careless. Although Egypt does not have an S400, it is equipped with more advanced air defense missiles."

"Those missiles may not be on the radar right now. We are swaggering in. We have to ask the gang of electronic warfare squad for a drink." The Lone Ranger said, turning his head and looking at his partner on the weapon operator's seat behind him, and asked from inside. , "Stupid goose, I remember that the captain was from the electronic warfare squad when I had a good chat with you in the bar last time?"

"Yes, AE7. Maybe he is in charge of the electronic warfare support this time." The goose shrugged, "That guy's hometown is in the town next to me. We met at a football game in high school. , He almost broke my shoulder."

"You actually played rugby?"

"No one stipulates that a rugby player can't become a navy pilot. I could get a college scholarship by rugby to go to college, but in the last season I hurt my shoulder, and the **** scholarship was given to someone else. I was able to go to college. Come join the army."

As long as they have served in the navy for a sufficient number of years, the navy will pay for the cost of attending college after retirement, so many young people choose to join the army in order to go to college.

"Before I joined the army, my family couldn't even withdraw the emergency funds of $400. I couldn't afford to go to any university without a scholarship." The goose said as he stretched his head to observe the desert under the wing through the cabin glass.

"But you are now an elite navy pilot. After this battle, maybe we can get to topgun. Believe me, you are more suitable for you than being a college student."

At this time, a communication from the captain's "Puma" came: "Arrive at the target area immediately, ready to drop bombs."

"Understood." After the "Lone Ranger" responded to the lead plane, he used the inside line to say to his partner, "You heard it, it's your job to find the target and drop the bomb."

The dumb goose replied: "I'm doing it. Let me see, the signal from the tank and the radar echo of the doe. We are in range, and the data link is transmitting the target selection of the lead plane."

Repeatedly attacking the same target is a waste of ammunition, so the captain will assign the attack target through the tactical data link.

"Target selection is complete," the goose reported. "Set the attack route and basically just follow the cougar to fly."

"Understood." The lone ranger replied, pushing the joystick at the same time to keep up with the maneuvers of the lead plane.

The dumb goose stared at the display screen in front of him. The attack route set by the computer was already displayed on it, indicating that the light spots of the machine were moving along the route bit by bit.

"10 seconds before the bomb was dropped." Dumb Goose reported.

In a blink of an eye, the light spot of the fighter passed the bomb drop point in the attack route.

The dumb goose dropped the ammunition.

Now there is no need for the weapon controller to concentrate on operating the laser beam to guide the bomb to the target.

The dumb goose just waits for the computer to complete most of the work, and then can watch the fireworks.

He looked out of the cabin, but the cockpit vision of the weapon operator was not particularly good. He probably couldn't see the grand fireworks on the ground created by the ammunition dropped by the fighter.

At the end of the countdown to the hit, a bunch of light spots on the goose's display screen disappeared, and many powerful heat sources were detected by infrared rays.

"Hit, the work is over, and the rest will be handed over to the ground troops." The dumb goose paused. "But do we have ground troops here? I don't remember seeing the Marine Corps amphibious assault ship when we took off. what."

"Maybe they came by swimming." The lone ranger's ridicule came from the headset.

The dumb goose smiled: "It will save trouble if it is really that way. The entire land warfare tour swims across the Atlantic Ocean, through Gibraltar, and landed on the Mediterranean coast of Egypt. It's so convenient."

"The Marines have always been so convenient."

Dumb Goose was about to respond to his partner's ridicule, and the target data from the early warning aircraft made him sound a warning tone in his headset.

"Schet," the dull goose cursed, "A fighter plane took off from a nearby airport, and the MiG is here!"

"Puma!" The lone ranger called the lead plane. "The enemy is taking off. I think we should take advantage of the fact that they have not completed the assembly and launch a medium-range projectile to preemptively."

"No, we didn't get the instruction to actively attack the Egyptian fighter." The mountain lion decisively denied the request of the Lone Ranger, "The attack has been completed, we return."

"Then leave the six o'clock position to the enemy? No, cougar, we should preemptively."

"No, we got the order to attack the militants occupying the city of the dead, not to fight with the Egyptian air force."

"But we all know that what we bombed was the Egyptian army!"

"Really? I didn't know that we bombed the Egyptian army. We were attacking a group of unidentified militants on the ground. Now we will return."

As the cougar responded, the goose in the back seat knocked on the partition between the two.

Stupid goose: "There are more MiGs, and MiGs that took off from other bases. Now we are the same as stabbing a hornet's nest."

"Puma!" the lone ranger called.

"Now that we retreat, the electronic warfare squad won't give them a chance to attack us."

As soon as the cougar voice fell off the headset, the lone ranger heard the sharp beep of the radar warning.

The photos of the party yesterday were sent. After drinking, a group of people went to the private room to see FATE...

Today, the old Nanjing took it to eat big meat noodles, and the next one should be at night.

By the way, PY has written the new book of the village chief.

"Blessings for a good life"

Introduction: My name is Xiang Tai, the president of the school meat reform club.

My hobby is different from that of ordinary people. I like to make achievements and accomplish small goals in life.