Chapter 605: Destruction of the F-117 Base

It was a relaxing night! Whitley was flying his own fighter, followed by several other fighters. All of them attacked and all returned, and the loss rate was always zero!

I hope this record will be maintained until the end of the war! Whitley thought to himself that every attack mission was the same as training. It was often after the bombs dropped by the Iraqi side exploded that the Iraqi air defense positions reacted and fired aimlessly at the sky. Unfortunately, it was simply like using anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes. If they hit their own side, it was definitely a character problem.

With the navigation lights on, Whitley's fighter plane was aimed at the center line of the runway. This was the most basic and also the most dangerous thing to do during night flight. If one was not careful, one would run off the runway.

Press the joystick, and the fighter plane descends in a graceful descent line until the rear wheels touch the ground, and then the front wheels touch the ground, a perfect landing!

The fighter plane continues to taxi, and at the end of the runway, there will be a passage leading to the hangar, where it will carry out routine inspections. After refueling and loading bombs, it will take off again.

When he got off the fighter plane, he could finally pee. It was really uncomfortable to hold it in for three hours. If he couldn't hold it in, it would be big news in the base!

Behind him, other F-117s also landed one after another.

The canopy opened, and just as Whitley was about to take off his helmet, he heard a voice on the radio: "Quick, pull up, pull up! There's a ballistic missile attack!"

Ballistic missile attack! Because this place is in the rear, the Iraqi Air Force cannot take care of it for the time being, so there are no early warning aircraft hovering in the sky, and there is no high-power long-range radar. The air defense missile position guarding here was captured by the air defense radar only when the opponent's missile flew to a distance of 60 kilometers. At this time, those ballistic missiles were coming down at a speed of several Mach!

Ballistic missile attack! No one knows how these ballistic missiles came here. The only thing they know is that this kind of ballistic missile is very lethal! Back then, the Prince Sultan Air Force Base was destroyed by these missiles. The US Air Force was crippled by those missiles!

Now, these missiles are coming to attack our own air base!

Unfortunately, the first few planes had already landed! Only the last F-117 had just touched the ground with its rear wheels. After hearing the order, the pilot Tommy opened the throttle to full throttle, and the fighter plane began to accelerate again on the runway and took off!

At this moment, a bright spot suddenly appeared in the sky, and then countless small steel ball-like things scattered from the sky!

Cluster bombs! This thing has always been a powerful weapon for large-scale destruction! It is very effective against airports and runways!

Whitley's right hand suddenly pulled back the throttle lever. He hoped that he could quickly drive the fighter plane into the hangar. Only in this way could he avoid the sudden attack! At least the hangar was strong enough.

It was just idling just now, and stepping on the brakes would stop the fighter from taxiing. But now, he suddenly stepped on the throttle and the fighter rushed forward quickly. What appeared in front of Whitley was the wall of the hangar!

"Boom!" Whitley's fighter plane crashed heavily into the wall! At this moment, he pulled the ejection handle, and driven by the rocket seat, he left his plane. This accident was simply too stupid!

When he opened his eyes again, Whitley slowly descended under the help of a parachute. The area below was like a hell on earth, with explosions and fires everywhere!

He seemed to see the same scene. As a pilot, wasn't it the same scene when he dropped bombs on the enemy's heads?

Suddenly, he saw a fighter plane taking off from the runway!

It was Tommy's fighter! As the last pilot to land, he had enough time to pull up his fighter, and in fact he did so. After the passive ballistic missiles, the oil depot and ammunition depot in the base exploded one after another. The firefighters were unable to put out the fire. The entire base was about to be abandoned, and Tommy's fighter would be the only surviving F-117!

He tried to pull the control stick of the fighter plane, and the whole plane continued to climb. Because of the multi-faceted configuration, the plane was like a brick, with a low lift coefficient. Moreover, the engine had no afterburner and insufficient thrust. The most terrible thing was that the fuel was almost gone. Even if he pulled up, where should he land? The nearest air force base was more than 400 kilometers away, and he simply didn't have that much fuel! Highway? There was no road here! In the desert? Landing in the desert at night was almost like seeking death.

At this moment, suddenly, he felt the fuselage tremble, and then there was a loud bang.

not good!

A bullet the size of a steel ball hit the tail of the F-117! The V-shaped tail fin at the tail was instantly blown off in half!

The F-117, an aircraft with an irregular shape, could be controlled flexibly and easily, relying entirely on the fly-by-wire system to constantly control the rudders for corrections. But now, after half of its tail was blown off, the F-117 lost control instantly!

Tommy pressed the control lever hard with his hand, hoping to save the fighter, but it was useless. The fighter lost control and slid to one side.

A few dozen seconds later, the fighter plane made close contact with the ground and crashed into a sand dune five kilometers away from the base.

Whitley, who witnessed the whole process, had no idea what to feel. All he could see was fire and continuous explosions.

War means death! When bombing others, you must also be prepared to be bombed by others! It is useless to pursue zero casualties and high-tech advantages unilaterally!

Kurunov, who was in the distance, suddenly stood up from his hiding place and ran to the side with his men.

"Kurunov, what are you doing?" the KGB agent asked. Their mission had been completed and it was time to retreat! Moreover, the missiles they had just fired contained cluster warheads, and the bullets were flying everywhere. What if they stepped on one if they ran over?

"There's a plane crash over there, we need to look for the wreckage," said Kulunov, his feet on the sand, running quickly, but in the opposite direction of the crash.

After running two kilometers, he pushed a four-wheeled sand motorcycle behind a sand dune, started it, and drove quickly towards the wreckage! In the sand, this kind of motorcycle is small and practical!