Chapter 762: Fly a Kite

The "Ya Zi-2" was completely destroyed by the variable wings fighter jet; even the main body took several hits from electromagnetic shells and rocket bombs. The fourth squad dismantled all the important components to ensure that the technology wouldn’t spread.

However, the Kurdish forces seemed to think otherwise, refusing to leave a single part behind. Dozens of them each took a piece, determined to carry away every scrap.

These guys were grateful for the Chinese support and seized any opportunity to sell their spirit, saving the fourth squad a lot of effort.

Speaking of the connection between "Night" and the Kurdish forces, it related to Turkey and the East Turkestan militants.

The main concern for China is East Turkestan, and its primary supporter outside China is Turkey. Turkey also faces its own troubles, sharing a concern similar to that of the Chinese: the Kurdish people, one of the five major ethnicities in the Middle East, lack their own nation.

Following the old saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Turkey supports East Turkestan, so it’s only natural for China to support the Kurdish forces against Turkey.

In international affairs, this cycle of tit for tat and an eye for an eye isn’t about fairness or justice; it’s just about getting back at each other in a petty manner.

The Night Special Forces also don’t only deal with foreign forces’ invasions; sometimes, they engage in supporting their own forces abroad to keep enemies at bay.

Organizations hostile to China often back expendable forces, playing the reckless strategy of inflicting losses upon China while suffering themselves.

The Chinese aren’t foolish; they retaliate with the same methods against those cunning adversaries.

The Kurdish forces view foreign support, regardless of intention, as a desperately needed help and are very thankful to the fourth squad, even though they might not know it’s China helping them.

Especially in this mission, the cooperation between the two sides in confronting deadly traps greatly elevated the Kurdish forces’ trust in the fourth squad to a very high level.

The radar screen displayed twelve F-16 "Falcon" jets forming four triangular attack formations, approaching at high speed with killing intent.

If it weren’t for the excellent stealth performance of the X-8 "monstrous" variable wings fighter jet, which rendered the enemy’s radar useless, the Turks could have launched a long-range air-to-air missile attack from that distance.

The fourth squad’s only remaining transport helicopter got damaged in the battle and was no longer able to take off, but they still had a quick way to escape.

Lin Mo pinpointed enemy vehicle locations during the ground assault, and after the battle, most of them remained intact, just enough for the fourth squad and their Kurdish allies to use.

The fourth squad quickly took control of these vehicles, and the Kurds, carrying their dead and wounded, boarded the vehicles in a swift and organized manner, not turning on the headlights. In the darkness, the convoy moved undeterred, quickly relocating.

The drivers were all soldiers from the fourth squad, wearing "Dragon Guard" gear that included standard night vision and satellite maps. Even without any reflections, they could drive normally.

“‘Dragon Knight’, those F-16s are up to you. Just hold them off for thirty minutes, and we’ll be safe.”

Squadron Leader Zhang Zhenyu, codenamed "Avanti," drove the vehicle while maintaining communication with Lin Mo in the fighter jet.

The best troops to counter knights are also knights, and the best method to deal with fighter jets is with fighter jets.

“Leave it to me! I’ll make sure to keep them entertained!”

Lin Mo’s X-8 "monstrous" variable wings fighter jet zipped away like a shadow, flying fifteen kilometers ahead of the convoy in the blink of an eye.

Using the same trick again! Draw the tiger away from the mountain!

The Turks would never expect their opponents to be so cunning.

This time, the "monstrous" jet emitted radar signals mimicking the F-16 "Falcon," causing the twelve-jet formation to go into disarray. Where did this companion come from? Didn’t the initial "Bai Wang Diao" team have one down and one damaged, with one aircraft forced to land?

Where did this jet come from? The Turks were baffled.

Lin Mo didn’t intend to shoot down all twelve "Falcons" at once; that would directly hit Turkey’s sensitive spot and invoke their revenge, which would be detrimental to both the retreating fourth squad and the Kurdish forces.

Lin Mo’s current mission was to draw away these twelve "Falcons," not annihilate them.

Too much is as bad as too little.

If nearly half of the squadron’s aircraft were shot down, the Turkish men would go insane. There are no walls that don’t have leaks, and those who like to dig deep are not just the Turks. When they vaguely understand something later, it will likely impact China’s activities in international affairs.

Captain Feng approved Lin Mo’s temporary combat plan and used a specialized intelligence line to notify the Dragoon base in Afghanistan to send out a refueling aircraft.

Once the X-8 “monstrous” completed its interference mission, it would quickly run low on fuel, and it was essential to refuel outside of Turkey.

“F-16?! Wasn’t the ‘White-shouldered Eagle’ squad completely wiped out?”

“‘Sand Eagle’ squad, go see what’s happening. Others, maintain your flight path.”

Radio calls echoed among the F-16 "Falcon" jets, but only three fighter jets turned back, which left Lin Mo feeling uneasy.

The signal vanished.

When it reappeared, it showed up in another direction, twenty kilometers away.

It was still the signal from a "Falcon."

The Turkish F-16 “Falcon” three-jet team had yet to react and continued flying toward where the “Falcon” had disappeared.

“Another F-16? What’s happening? With a twenty-kilometer gap, ‘Imperial Eagle’ squad, go check it out, and be careful.”

Once again, three fighter jets broke formation.

No one noticed the anomaly; a twenty-kilometer distance isn’t something the F-16 “Falcon” could cover in just nine seconds, and the Turkish squadron misinterpreted it as two jets.

After the second F-16 signal disappeared again, the third signal popped up, and even the dullest individual could see something was off.

The "White-shouldered Eagle" squad had only two fighter jets; where did the third jet come from? The third signal appeared thirty kilometers away.

This inexplicable appearance and disappearance of signals became eerie, almost like a haunting.

At this moment, twelve F-16s were nearly halved, making one wonder if the plan was to take them out one by one.

Sweat suddenly poured down the commanders at Ankara Air Force Base.

“‘Sand Eagle’ squad, ‘Imperial Eagle’ squad, please return immediately; it’s a trap!”

The commanding personnel, realizing something was wrong, never expected that as their orders were given, a medium-range air-to-air missile suddenly shot out, not targeting the two detached three-jet teams but rather heading straight for the six-jet formation.

This tactic was clever; no matter which jet it approached, the six grouped F-16 “Falcon” jets would think it was coming for them, disrupting their formation.

The first phase of the mission was complete!

Lin Mo watched with a smirk as the F-16 “Falcon” aircraft spiraled into chaos. Was this truly the power of NATO’s third-largest air force? They seemed a bit too easy to manipulate.

If the Turks knew it was just one aircraft causing all this trouble, they’d probably be furious enough to smash into the ground.

Boom!

It was unclear whether the Turkish man’s missile evasion techniques were poor or if the Chinese-made PL-12 was just too effective, but this was already Lin Mo’s second downed aircraft.

The fireball disintegrated in the sky, scattering numerous fragments toward the ground.

Twelve became eleven, and even Lin Mo couldn’t help but scorn the enemy; they should join the "Abyss Nirvana" International Pilot Death Match to sharpen their skills—it was simply embarrassing.

Pilots above the intermediate tier in "Abyss Nirvana" often had impressive missile-throwing skills.

“Find him and take him out! Surface-to-air missile, launch!”

Ankara Air Force Base seemed to be slapped in the face as frustrated officers pointed at the strange F-16 “Falcon” signal on the radar screen and shouted.

Surface-to-air long-range missile?

On Lin Mo’s radar screen, four dots of light raced toward him at high speed; the Turks were responding quickly.

Thanks to the IFF identification friend or foe standard module, the Turks didn’t have to worry about hitting their own aircraft.

You have your scheme; I have my ladder, and the signal vanished again.

Even if a signal remained in the sky, it was mostly just infrared responses; trying to pull a carp out of a little fish seed was no easy feat.

The performance gap of stealth fighter technology felt great, and the X-8 “monstrous” stealth capability left even the Chinese military helpless.

To determine its location, one could only rely on satellite positioning; ground radar stations wouldn’t be able to find it unless Lin Mo activated an external signal, making it impossible to catch a glimpse of it, let alone the Turks.

The Turks were instantly thrown into a panic; they hoped that the unfortunate surface-to-air missile wouldn’t switch to infrared guidance mode, as the ground air defense forces had unknowingly hindered their efforts.

Under the night sky, the black-painted X-8 “monstrous” variable wings fighter jet had the advantage of timing, akin to an assassin fishing in troubled waters, its ghostly form flickering in and out of view. Although it didn’t fire again, it kept the eleven “Falcon” jets spinning in confusion.

Every time the “Falcon” jets grouped together, they were met with missiles that flew out from who knows where, sending them into a flurry.

Even if the pilots vaguely saw the unusual tail flames quickly moving across the sky, they felt helpless; while they knew it was an exceptionally capable fighter, they couldn’t even catch a glimpse of it.