Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

The night was as cold as water, and Jen Nuozhu's deep voice continued to echo in the car.

"Hongqi-2" is an old missile after all, and its guidance radar uses electromechanical scanning tracking and radio command guidance mode. When it works, it needs to use the two rectangular antennas on the left to scan the left and right and up and down respectively, and determine the azimuth and height angle of the target according to the strength of the echo signal, and then use the circular antenna on the right to launch the radio command to guide the missile. Track the target.

This method causes the system structure to be too complex, which not only consumes a lot of energy, but is also inconvenient for daily maintenance. In addition, when the operation is launched, it is necessary to use a crane to hoist the antenna on the roof of the guidance radar work car before entering the preset position. Then use a crane to hoist the antenna.

This makes the deployment/transfer of this system very time-consuming. Moreover, after its missile is launched, it needs to illuminate the target with radar until the missile destroys the target.

The Americans figured out the weakness of the "Red Flag-2" and quickly came up with a countermeasure. They invested in the "Mockingbird".

The "Mockingbird" is an anti-radiation missile developed by the United States. It is specially designed to attack the enemy's radar equipment. It can automatically track the position of the radar radiation wave and actively attack, and the missile has a range of 45 kilometers, which just happened to be stuck on us. Hongqi-2" critical range.

Their tactics are also very simple. They first enter the critical range of the "Hongqi-2" and induce our radar to turn on and launch anti-aircraft missiles. At the same time, they approach and launch the "Mockingbird", and then immediately turn around and fly out the "Hongqi-2". Beyond the range.

It’s the same time and again, destroying many of our air defense missile positions and causing us great losses.

However, our fighters are really clever. They quickly invented a tactic, which is to arrange the three radars in the shape of "products" on three positions. When the enemy plane launches the "mockingbird", our three The radars are turned on and off in turn. In this way, the electromagnetic waves of each radar are sometimes gone, which directly deceives the "Mockingbird" into a headless fly, and finally runs out of fuel and falls by itself.

The road is one foot high and the magic is one foot high. The enemy quickly discovered our tactics. They improved the "Mockingbird" to find the source of the electromagnetic beam and immediately lock the target without receiving interference from other electromagnetic signals. Continue to attack the radar that was first locked. Due to the slow transfer of our radar and the congenital defects that need to continue to illuminate the target after launch, this has caused us major problems.

Therefore, at that time, we urgently wanted to capture a complete "Mockingbird" for research. On the one hand, it could help us understand the enemy’s weapons to develop new response tactics, and on the other hand, it would also help us to study similar weapons in our country. .

The opportunity finally appeared.

On that day, the monkeys suddenly informed us that they had attacked a southern puppet army squad that transported supplies to the Mi Army. After destroying most of the enemy's equipment, they unexpectedly discovered an almost intact "Mockingbird"!

However, they sent a small group of troops to infiltrate the surprise attack. The location of the attack was nearly 50 kilometers from the actual control boundary of the two sides and deep into the enemy's side. They were all light infantry. They carried this 3 meters long and nearly 180 kg. The big guy cannot be transferred, and because the enemy is in the actual occupation area, the enemy may find that the transport team is missing at any time and take a search operation!

At that time, fighting for time was everything. A total of 5 people in my team and I happened to be performing a task close to that area. Moreover, there happened to be a straight 5 in my hand!

What didn't say, all the comrades of the team were determined to do this vote, so we asked the superiors for instructions, immediately filled the plane with fuel, and took off to rush over.

When we were flying in the air, we learned the general situation from the radio.

The monkey dispatched a squad of about 30 people, carrying a mortar and three 40 fires, and ambushed a Southern Puppet transport team. They originally planned to destroy the transport team and retreat. Unexpectedly, when the battle was over, when cleaning the battlefield, I found a big guy lying on a truck that was not completely burnt down. It was recognized by soldiers who knew English characters. The number on the big guy turned out to be AGM-45A- 1!

They immediately reported it by radio, and the news reached us as soon as possible. Our fighting situation was immediately recognized. This is a "mockingbird" we urgently need!

When we arrived at the predetermined location, we found that the monkeys had caught fire with the other party’s search team. The monkeys were very dependent on us at the time, so we heard from the radio that we had sent a helicopter to pick them up, and they relied on the highway. A semi-circular defensive circle was arranged in a dense forest.

It was the plane I was driving. I landed the plane in the middle of the defensive circle. All the people in our team jumped off the plane and briefly exchanged the situation with the surrounding monkeys. I learned that the enemy search team was 5 minutes ago. Those who have arrived must have reported to the above, and it is estimated that the large troops will be coming soon.

Time is running out and there is no need to talk nonsense. I and a few other comrades work hard together to move the missile onto the plane.

After finally getting this big guy on the plane and fixing it with a rope, I heard a "buzzing" sound from a distance. Although it was still far away, I couldn't see it, but by listening to the sound, I knew that it must be a "black hawk". the sound of!

I quickly greeted my brothers on the plane and hurried to our control area to retreat. Before flying far, I saw a "Black Hawk" chasing after him.

You know, the old "Straight 5" has a maximum flying speed of only 210 km/h. With the big guy, it must be slower!

And this time, it was not the sluggish fellow of the "Huey" that is common in the Mi Army, but a "Black Hawk" with a maximum level flight speed of 350 km/h!

Therefore, they quickly caught up with us behind. Our plane had no heavy weapons. The team members had to shoot at them with a few 56 they carried, but the 7.62mm bullet hit the "Black Hawk". It wouldn't be much better to tickle him, and barely let them get too close to us. But someone brought a 12.7mm big guy!

Don't you know, what the Americans liked most back then was to put their heavy machine guns on the helicopter, and then opened the side door to shoot.

This time we suffered a big loss. Even though my skills were good, I controlled the plane up and down to avoid bullets, but still got a few shots. One of the bullets went through the cockpit and rubbed my leg. I lost consciousness.

Later, I learned that it was the first officer who had managed to drive the plane back to our camp. At the same time, when we set off, the ground troops had urgently deployed a few heavy machine guns in the middle of our way back, and saw the "Black Hawk". Come over and shoot upwards desperately. Although they didn't shoot down the Migoku, they also frightened them back. You know, the Migokos are very spared.

The bullet that hit me passed through the rear compartment. When it hit me, it had basically lost its kinetic energy. Otherwise, my little life would have been confessed, but even so, my leg is still missing. It can be completely saved, the bones are injured, and they can't be restored to the original state anymore, they can only limp for a lifetime.

I'm pretty good. There was a brother in the rear compartment. He was hit by a 12.7mm bullet and was killed on the spot. He didn't even have a last word.

I heard that when the brother saw the "Black Hawk" coming up, he fell on the missile without saying anything. He would rather sacrifice himself than protect the missile that was so difficult to get. He held the missile so tightly that when his comrades unloaded his body and the missile from the plane, it took a lot of effort to separate them. Later, the missile was transported back to China intact, but no one wanted to wipe it off with the blood stains on it. "

Zhan Nuozhu gently narrated that the chaotic wars of years ago seemed unable to cause any fluctuations in his emotions. However, Tan Zhenhua, who was sitting on the side, clearly saw that in the night, Zhan Nuozhu stretched out the back of his hand and touched the corner of his eye. A little bright liquid was wiped away quietly by him.

"What's his name?" Tan Zhenhua asked softly.

"His name is Li Lei, he is my good brother."