Even major countries with complete multi-level missile warning systems and systems on land and air cannot be said to effectively intercept cruise missiles, let alone the Red Army, which is configured as a "weak country's air force".
There is a lack of ground radar platform, early warning, infrared imaging early warning, satellite early warning and other means. In addition, the two kd-20 long-range tactical cruise missiles exist as virtual signals, making it impossible to intercept them at all.
Interception?
nonexistent.
"snort!"
The dean looked gloomy and snorted coldly.
"In principle, the director's team will not interfere with both sides of the exercise, but we can't let the Red Army be wiped out as soon as the exercise begins, right?"
The director smiled slightly, looked at his two friends, thought for a moment, and said sternly: "Order, issue a notice to the Red Army at 23:51, informing them of the information about the Blue Army's tactical nuclear strike, leaving 10 minutes for the Red Army fleet to respond. , test the rapid response ability, combat effectiveness and comprehensive combat quality, and the remaining surviving troops carry out nuclear, biological and chemical defense missions, how about it, Lao Li?"
"You are the director, I have no objection." After hearing the content given by the director, the dean breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in his heart fell.
Fortunately, there is still 10 minutes of reaction time. Otherwise, the Red Army will really become a "dead before it takes off" this time.
"Where's Old Tang?" The director looked at his friend Old Tang with a smile.
Old Tang laughed heartily and replied: "Haha, I don't have any opinion. Anyway, the Red Army loses every year in military exercises."
"Okay, just follow this order." The director looked at the major officer standing aside, nodded and confirmed.
"Yes, Chief!"
The major officer heard this and nodded with a serious face. After raising his hands in salute, he turned and left, preparing to set up a scheduled electronic announcement.
In the war room, it became quiet again.
The director, who was in his fifties, stared at the central screen showing the flight trajectories of the two virtual missiles. His back was upright as if transporting, and he was looking forward to it. He smiled and said: "A young eagle is also an eagle. Let's see what the overall quality of this year's pilot students is."
This operation of the Blue Army was completely unrehearsed and was full of surprises and suddenness. Students who can fly into the sky within 10 minutes to avoid the effective killing radius of tactical nuclear weapons are definitely among the elite.
In 10 minutes, the director was somewhat curious as to how many of the Red Army's young eagles could 'survive' under the Blue Army's tactical nuclear attack.
…
The night is getting darker.
The bright moon hangs high, the stars are densely covered, and countless bright stars emit charming light.
The nights in Shicheng are different from the hot nights in Quzhou. They are cooler. The bustling city gradually becomes quiet and the colorful nightlife begins.
College Airport, apron area, inside Shed 21 apron.
Energy-saving lamps on the ceiling emit a gentle white light, and tiny but dense insects circle around the lights.
"Buzz!"
The buzzing sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings was continuous and had never stopped since nightfall.
"Snapped!"
Comrade Hu from the first ground team, who was holding a portable detection device, was inspecting the body of the machine. He felt an itch coming from his right arm. He looked around and saw a black and white mosquito feasting on it, greedily sucking blood through its sharp mouthparts, and slapped it to death. .
He stretched out his rough hands and touched the smooth surface of the fuselage. After completing the inspection of the No. 109 L-15C Falcon, he turned his eyes to the back standing at the front door: "Boy, what are you thinking about?"
"I always feel a little uneasy. I don't know what's going on."
Zhou Hai, who was wearing an anti-Dutch uniform, closed the aviation receipt log in his hand, and hung a classic dark brown leather holster on his waist, which contained a Type 92 semi-automatic pistol. He looked at the dark night sky in the south, shook his head slightly, and exhaled a breath. , said slowly.
"Every year during the Skyhawk military exercises, there is no precedent for the Blue Army to take the lead in attacking. Don't let yourself suffer a nervous breakdown."
Comrade Lao Hu gave a slap, stretched out his hand to rub his sore waist, put down the portable detection equipment in his hand, picked up a large plastic pot filled with dark brown tea liquid, opened the lid and took a sip to dispel the faint feeling of late night work. Sleepy: "Of course, it's always good to be careful. Whether today's military exercise can go 300 kilometers depends on the first squadron commanded by your boy."
"300 kilometers is no problem. I'm wondering whether it can accomplish the real combat goal."
Zhou Hai smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence in his eyebrows. He turned around and walked to the edge of the metal shed wall of the parking space. He put the aviation receipt log back on the work surface and raised his hand to look at the pilot's mechanical watch. There were still 12 minutes left until twelve o'clock in the morning. .
Hearing this, Comrade Hu put down the large plastic pot and gave a thumbs up: "You have an idea, I appreciate it very much. By the way, have you thought of the official pilot's code name? I heard that the Red Eagle flying by Bai Tang was killed by the Lei Deputy Shot."
"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll wait until graduation." Zhou Hai smiled broadly in his heart when he mentioned this: "The code name Red Eagle is already used by Lao Fei. There are Black Eagle, White Eagle, and seven colors of eagles."
Whether it is the seven single-color eagles or the combined seven-color eagle, these code names have been occupied by previous official pilots. The code name "Red Eagle" that Bai Tangfei is proud of is completely useless, unless he is willing to take the fake Red Eagle. Or Red Eagle 2 and other code names.
A carrot and a pit, there are basically no good code names.
"The black eagle is from last year, that guy is very good. The white eagle is from the year before last, and his skills are good. As for the eagles of other colors, I have never encountered them. Is anyone really interested in this thing?" Comrade Old Hu touched it. Chin, this touched his blind spot of knowledge, and the color of memories came to mind.
Purple Eagle?
Blue Eagle?
Green Eagle?
Especially this green eagle seems a bit weird.
Zhou Hai shrugged: "As for the code names containing the word "eagle", they are almost gone. I asked Teacher Yang before."
"I'm old and don't understand your pilot's world very well."
Comrade Lao Hu couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Boy, you have to think of a good code name with deep meaning and charm. It will follow you for the rest of your life. Don't choose a Green Eagle or something like that. Do you understand? I, Lao Hu, still I really don’t understand how someone could take green..."
"Buzz!"
At this moment, a sharp and urgent air defense siren suddenly sounded at the college airport.
For air force pilots, the sound of an air defense siren means battle is coming.
"Level 1 alert, repeat, Level 1 alert, all participating aircraft take off immediately! Take off immediately! The Blue Army is about to carry out a tactical nuclear strike on our base!" Immediately afterwards, tower controller Lin Ying came from the airport's high-sensitivity loudspeaker equipment. An anxious and clear voice: "There are only 10 minutes!"
"Holy shit! Simulated tactical nuclear strike? Come on, come on, Zhou Hai, get ready to board the plane!" Comrade Hu, who was drinking tea to relieve his sleepiness, almost didn't spit out his breath. He stood up and rushed towards the fighter jet to prepare for takeoff. .
10 minutes!
How many training aircraft can take off in such a short time?
