Chapter 260: Aerial ambush

'Seeing is believing. Comrade Zhou Ming, you really are amazing. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that you were just a businessman. Because even the most daring and imaginative general would not have come up with such an incredible idea as an aerial ambush. But then again, it's no wonder that the motherland would entrust such an important decision to you.'

Zou Yue was full of admiration for Zhou Ming's idea, but that was only natural. After all, an ambush is a tactic that involves hiding in the mountains or in the rice fields by the road, waiting for the enemy to come and launching a surprise attack. But these are all tactics that can only be carried out on the ground, and it would be very strange to do them in the endless sky.

For ordinary people, they can't figure out what to do at all to ambush the enemy without them noticing. Could it be that the aircraft group hides behind the dark clouds? This idea sounds very imaginative, but it is basically an impossible task to carry out.

The Gulf region is a desert area with very few clouds, so there is no way to hide behind the clouds. Even if the weather conditions permit, the enemy's radar will not allow it.

It is precisely because of these unavoidable difficulties that Zou Yue said that even the most daring and imaginative generals may not have thought of an aerial ambush. . But Zhou Ming said it, and he has no intention of taking it back. No one knows if he really doesn't understand military matters and just blurted it out, or if he really has a different mindset from everyone else.

It seems that Zou Yue and the others were puzzled, so Zhou Ming explained, 'Even a lion fighting a rabbit will use its full strength. The Americans will never show any mercy to any enemy, even though their strength overwhelmingly superior to Iraq, they must finish the war cleanly in order to become the world's police. Of course, there are other reasons why they must shorten the war as much as possible.'

For Ambassadors Zou Yue and Lin Hong, Zhou Ming's words were undoubtedly just a bold conjecture, but for the entire Gulf War, Zhou Ming's words were a perfect prophecy.

As the war progressed, Iraq, in order to compete with the multinational forces for air supremacy, deployed more and more aircraft to the three lines of defence on the Kuwait frontline. Every night, there were dozens of air battles erupted, with hundreds of planes dogfighting over the Gulf, performing technical manoeuvres like a variety of stunts. Jamming bombs were being scattered like confetti, lighting up the entire sky in a rainbow of colours.

The anti-aircraft guns on the ground were also frantically unleashing ammunition into the sky. Although anti-aircraft guns on the ground were basically useless against American supersonic fighters at night, he still had to declare his presence in this way.

Yahia is the colonel and leader of the first squadron of the presidential air force, and the proud ace pilot and air combat commander of the entire Iraqi air force. His formation had a glorious record of shooting down 20 enemy aircraft during the Iran-Iraq War, of which he personally shot down eight.

This record would not be surprising in a world war, but this is not the era of propeller planes. Any country with any strength is equipped with new supersonic jet fighters, and all aircraft are equipped with radar

(This chapter is incomplete, please turn the page), making it easy to evade enemy aircraft lock-on. Even if a missile is finally launched, it is very easy to lose its target due to the effects of a large number of jamming bombs.

Furthermore, the countries in the Gulf region generally have a few hundred combat aircraft, and the number of aircraft dispatched at any one time is limited to 20 to 30. Under these circumstances, it is very rare for Aghin to achieve such a record.

Thanks to his outstanding aerial combat skills, Yachin has always been on the front line against the air forces of multiple countries. On the night of the 25th, after an air raid alarm came from the Semiyere radar station, Yachin and his squadron took off immediately to Semyé, where they immediately joined the battle. When his squadron arrived at the battlefield, the aircraft of the multinational forces were struggling with the ground anti-aircraft fire.

This was not the first time that Aichin had seen such a scene, and he was afraid that when he arrived next, they would flee with their tails between their legs. This had been repeated many times in the air battles of the past few days.

Isn't it said that they have the world's best air force? Don't they have the world's best pilots and the most outstanding fighter jets? Why don't they ever dare to fight us head-on? They're really gutless cowards!

It seemed that this time the Americans' planes had been inspired by Aghien. Instead of running away, they came at him head-on. This made Aghien feel a surge of excitement, because he had finally found an opponent. For him, only one-on-one aerial combat was the romance of man, while that kind of you-chase-me-chase-you was more like a child's game of piggyback racing.

'Come on, let's fight for the sake of Allah and the honour of our nation, and defeat the enemy in front of us!'

With Yahin's shout, his No. 1 Flying Squadron immediately tangled with the enemy's flight formation. Yahin quickly locked onto a target and immediately opened fire when the fire control radar's prompt sounded. However, this time the opponent was not a target drone that would not move. When the opponent rolled several times and evaded with a rapid speed increase, leaving a string of chaff and flares behind, Aghian's attack missed unexpectedly.

However, the failure of the attack did not discourage him, but instead made him even more excited. After all, it had been a long time since he had encountered such a tough opponent. So Aghien quickly accelerated and caught up, vowing to bring his opponent down.

This scene not only took place in the airspace of Samarra, but also over the entire Kuwaiti front line, with thousands of aircraft entangled endlessly.

This aerial tremor lasted just half an hour before it ended, and the aircraft of the multinational forces began to withdraw in unison, while the Iraqi air force relentlessly pursued them. In the end, they all reached the airspace over Mina' al-'Uqdah.

'Damn it, this Port Al-Khor is no longer ours, we've chased them all the way to Kuwait! Retreat, we need to withdraw to the base immediately, otherwise we'll be in grave danger!'

Yahien shouted hysterically, but it seemed to be for the sake of proof. As soon as he shouted, their fire control radar immediately went off, and the green display screen of the radar was densely filled with the figures of enemy aircraft.

Yahien was dumbfounded. He looked at the green screen on the plane and felt like he was going to collapse. He couldn't believe that he had been ambushed in the air. This was an utter disgrace for a pilot!

But it wasn't Aiken's fault. After all, these American planes had been waiting in the wings for a long time

(This chapter is incomplete, please turn the page). Due to the interference caused by the cooperation with the early warning aircraft, all the aircraft conducting the ambush were in radio silence. Coupled with the darkness and the fact that Ahern's squadron was closely following the American aircraft, these aircraft suddenly appeared and caught Iraq off guard when the Iraqi aircraft arrived.

'Mr President, this is my Air Hawk combat plan. First, we will bomb Iraq for a few days to get them used to our combat frequency and methods, so that they think that's all we can do. . Once their air force has been constantly dogfighting with us and finally entered the encirclement, we will mobilise all the aircraft we can concentrate to deliver a devastating blow to their air power.'

'But after all, the Iraqi air force we are facing has more than 100 fighter jets. No matter how perfect our plan is, we will not be able to destroy them all in the end. At that time, we must come up with a plan B.'

General Norman Schwarzkopf, commander of the Gulf War, was on the phone with President Bush at the time, telling him about his proud war plan.

'Our plan B is actually the next step in the Condor plan,' Normandy said. 'When the main force of the Iraqi air force is attracted by us to engage in combat over the port of Oude, the situation of the radar stations on the Iraqi defense line becomes extremely weak. At that time, we will deploy the F-117 and launch Tomahawk missiles to bomb the enemy's airfields and radar stations, and we will completely bury our opponents in one fell swoop!'

'This entire aerial hawk plan is actually to completely gain air supremacy in the entire region for us. When Iraq loses this air force, it will be difficult for them to resist us in a short it would be difficult for them to resist us again. At that point, if we just dropped the bombs on Badina, the war would basically be over.'

'This is a very good plan of attack, and I hope that my generals will implement it as soon as possible,' said Walsh.

'I'm happy to help you, Mr. President,'

After Normandy hung up on Walsh, he signed his next order of battle. As the order was passed down to the units, a strange-shaped F117 took off from the airport took off. For these jet fighters, which were completely black, the night was the perfect disguise, allowing them to blend in perfectly with the night sky. They moved like ghosts, invisible to the naked eye and undetectable by radar.

Dozens of cruisers and nuclear submarines are ready in the Gulf, and dozens of missile vehicles have each erected their launchers in Saudi territory.

'Damn desert camels, accept God's punishment!'

With the pilot's self-deprecating words, he pressed the missile launch button, and immediately an air-to-ground missile hit the radar station below.

There was a loud explosion, and an orange-red mushroom cloud suddenly rose from below. With the first explosion, the explosions continued one after the other, and within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the area below was seen to have been reduced to a sea of flames.

'Enemy attack! Radar station has been attacked by an unidentified flying object, requesting air force support! The field airport has also been attacked by stealth bombers, requesting support!'

As the air raid began, the radio signals in Iraq immediately became a mess, but before the reserve air force could be deployed to the front line, the second wave of missile attacks was already on its way.