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The An-2 immediately made a sharp turn in the air while simultaneously descending. The J-6, on the other hand, waved its wings toward the An-2 as if bidding farewell, before increasing its power and preparing to enter supersonic speeds.

Jiang Xia waved to the J-6 fighter jet and gave it a few more instructions before it left.

"Old Pang! When you're firing your balls, make sure to turn on the green button first, then the red one! As soon as you can see the plane, you can fire!"

Yes, that makes sense. If a pilot can visually see another aircraft in the air, it's probably around 8000 meters. Although I haven't tested it yet, flying 8000 meters should be no problem.

"Roger! Green first, then red! I'm off, I'll report back when I get back! I'm quite the storyteller!"

Jiang Xia had also heard the battle situation report and knew that Pang Xingguo was the only friendly fighter jet in the nearby airspace, so he didn't need to worry about his "rebellious son" causing any trouble.

Watching Pang Xingguo walk away, Jiang Xia began to look forward to his own son's performance.

"Hey, do you guys think I can draw another airplane on my testicle?"

Xia Guo chuckled and shook his head: "What are you thinking! They only draw the number of kills on airplanes, not on weapons!"

"Hey, is this the rule in the Air Force?"

"Forget it, we can discuss this with you after we land. Let's hurry up and not get caught up in that 'rebellious son'."

Little Dai Mao felt that his luck was always negative, so if such a ridiculous thing were to happen, he would definitely encounter it!

Hearing Jiang Xia say this, Xia Qing pulled out a spare seat from the cabin wall of the An-2.

"Come on, sit tight and buckle up. In a minute, I'll show you that even old men can have their day!"

"dong dong~~"

A loud noise came from somewhere, and then the An-2's rear end suddenly dropped downwards and began to shake violently.

Xia Qing had just fastened the little boy's seatbelt when he was thrown out and his head slammed hard against the dashboard.

"Enemy attack!"

Xia Guo pulled the control stick, causing Master An to draw an arc, narrowly avoiding the following cannon fire.

"What's going on! Where did these enemy planes come from?"

Ignoring the large gash on his head, Xia Qing slumped back into the driver's seat, grabbed the microphone, and started calling out.

"Tower! Tower!"

……

The control tower was also bustling with activity at this time.

Just as Pang Guoxing, who was pointing out the airspace for Ganzi No. 1, was preparing for a climb interception.

The airport radar suddenly lost sight of RF-101.

"Report! The target has disappeared from the predicted flight path and appears to have significantly decreased altitude. We have lost tracking of the target!"

"What happened!"

The bearded man, pipe in hand, stood up again, seemingly unfazed by the sight.

"Boss, airplanes are ultimately piloted by humans. We can only make predictions; interception is always a cat-and-mouse game."

"The SCR-170 radar has a low-altitude detection altitude of 500 meters, while the RF-101's strengths, besides its high speed, lie in its ability to penetrate defenses at low altitudes of around 150 meters."

"But it's alright, they can't stay like this forever, they'll eventually show themselves!"

After saying that, he continued to issue instructions: "Is the MiG-17 formation of that unit able to take off again? Tell them to go to a certain airspace and maintain a cruising altitude of 3000 meters. All other aircraft shall proceed as originally planned."

"Tell Ganzi-1 to return to airspace 021 and maintain a cruising altitude of 8000 meters. Let's launch it from both high and low! Once it goes down, don't bring it back up!"

Hearing this, the bearded man nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, this country ultimately belongs to you. We're getting old..."

The air force officer was about to offer a few words of comfort when an emergency call came through the loudspeaker in the control tower.

"Tower! Tower! Pole Two has been attacked! Visually, the wing has been hit! Pilot wounded!"

!

The bearded man was truly anxious this time. He grabbed the collar of the person next to him and asked, "What's going on! Didn't we tell them to turn back? Didn't you say it was a reconnaissance plane, unarmed!"

Damn, the air force comrade was also annoyed. When did this damn plane get so close? And it even has weapons?

Ignoring the bearded man's anger, he pressed the call button on his phone: "Details!"

"Tower! Pole Two, enemy aircraft sighted! Enemy aircraft has opened fire! Left wing damaged! Aircraft still controllable, co-pilot sustained minor injuries!"

Then the loudspeaker emitted another burst of noise, mixed with shouts from the crew: "They're here again! Turn! Turn!"

Bang!

A loud bang distorted the sound of the small speaker, followed by a burst of ear-piercing static.

Squeak~~~~~~Squeak~~~~~

Oops!

The air force comrade felt a pang of anxiety and looked at the radar operator.

"Report! No radar reading! They are predicted to be in the low-altitude region!"

"Damn! How come those South Korean planes have weapons! And how can they fly so fast?!"

He gripped the communicator tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Pole number two! Pole number two! Report the situation!"

The bearded man was like a chimney, with smoke constantly billowing from his pipe.

Everyone held their breath, hoping to hear the voice of Pole Number Two again from the loudspeaker.

But apart from that annoying static, nothing else came out.

Finally, the old man sighed deeply: "I'm going out. You're in charge here! Go ahead and do what you're told. If the little brat..."

"Then I have only one request! Don't let them fly back intact!"

After saying this, the old man lowered his head, his once straight spine had hunched over, and he walked unsteadily out of the control tower.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap~" A crisp slapping sound rang out from a corner of the control tower.

Old Wang, with the cub's fur hat clenched in his teeth, kept slapping himself across the face. Tears welled in his tiger-like eyes, swirling and bubbling...

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

How could I have let that brat fool me!

You are the cold-faced devil of the "livestock"!

Every slap from Lao Wang not only struck his own face, but also made the hearts of everyone in the control tower tremble.

It's clearly just a reconnaissance plane, so why does it have a machine gun? Could it be that two enemy planes have infiltrated?

If that's the case, then it's a serious mistake by the radar station!

Comrade Kong Jun pressed the call button, his lips trembled a few times as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he dejectedly released the button.

Machine guns, the minimum caliber is 27mm.

What other outcome can there be between a supersonic fighter jet and a propeller plane?

Damn! I can't take it anymore!

"Deduce the location of the attack! Order Pole One to move towards this location! Maintain the same altitude! Three-yellow chickens, form a formation and move towards this location. Two Luhua chickens, form a formation and head towards this location at full speed!"

"Report! No bearing information! When the An-2 returned, it had already descended to low altitude and lost bearing information!" The radar operator reported with tears in his eyes.

"Calculate it for me! Make a prediction for me! Predict it based on the straight-line distance!" Comrade Kong Jun threw his hat away hard.

"Let me tell you, if we don't shoot down the plane that harmed our comrades today, we swear we are not human!"

"By order of the military command! The missile battalion is to break the silence, form echelon lines, and fire the S-75s as soon as they see the designated targets!"

After giving the order, he rushed over to Old Wang and kicked him directly.

"What the hell are you yelling for!"

"Take a few teams! Once the location is out, go find it for me! What good is your howling here!"

"Can...can we still find someone?"

Wang Kui raised his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That An-2 thing, even if its rear end falls off, it can still fly! What's there to be afraid of!"

After glaring at Wang Kui, Comrade Kong Jun turned around.

His eyes dimmed again.

Hope~~

That's settled then.