Dominate South Asia

This night, many people suffered from insomnia. Lying in bed, they couldn't sleep at all. They looked at the Pakistani fighter planes flying in the sky with frustration. They really wanted to shoot down those fighter planes with their weapons.

Unfortunately, this can only be their imagination.

A high-nosed, white-skinned Soviet man sat on a stone at the base, smoking silently, looking at the sky, with anger in his eyes.

He was Yevgeny. During the day, he was shot down from the sky. If he hadn't ejected quickly, he would have turned into ashes with the fighter plane.

He fell into the water, soaking wet. When he was rescued, he changed into local clothes and came to the military camp here.

Tomorrow, there will be a vehicle to send them away, and Yevgeny knows that his life in India is over. The MiG-29 can't even fight against the Tomcat fighter!

In fact, it's not that they can't fight, but the Pakistanis are too cunning. Their missiles have a long range, so they just fire from a distance and then run away. It's just hooliganism!

If you are really a warrior, then fight with your own fighter jets and see who is faster!

Thinking of this, Yevgeny was extremely depressed. He took a half-puff of cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stepped hard.

It was already the second half of the night. In two hours, it would be dawn. It was the coldest time of the day. Yevgeny rubbed his hands and walked towards the room where he lived.

"Boom, boom." A thunder-like sound came from a distance.

Is it going to rain? It is autumn now, and it often rains here. Yevgeny couldn't help but look up and look at the sky.

But later, his face changed. Plane! This sound. It's not thunder at all, but planes! It's the sound of dozens of fighter jets flying together. The sound is very dull. The other party is flying at a super low altitude!

At this time, why are there a large number of planes flying? It won't be a Pakistani patrolling fighter. They have two Tomcats patrolling enough. Then, it must be a bomber!

Thinking of this. Yevgeny suddenly realized that the Pakistanis were coming to bomb here!

"Alarm, alarm!" Yevgeny shouted loudly, his voice resounding throughout the night sky.

However, he spoke Russian, Russian with a North Caucasian accent.

In the second half of the night, most people were asleep, and Yevgeny's voice. Only woke up a few people.

"What's calling outside?"

"I don't know, continue to sleep."

The Indian soldiers didn't take it seriously.

Yevgeny ran wildly and came to an anti-aircraft machine gun at the foot of the barracks. It was empty, and there were no Indian soldiers on guard here.

He sat on it, and with a clatter, he pulled the bolt.

Then, he quickly turned the wheel to the west, the direction where the sound came from.

"Pakistanis, go to hell!" Yevgeny looked at the crosshairs and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da, da da da." Only the sound of the machine gun was heard and the flames from the muzzle were seen, but no tracer bullet flew out. Yevgeny was very strange. Among the machine gun bullets, there should be a tracer bullet every three rounds to determine the trajectory.

What's going on? As soon as he let go, he looked at the ammunition box again. The yellow bullets on the ammunition belt had strange warheads. It turned out to be training bullets!

Damn it!

The Indians actually had no air defense awareness. The war was about to start. They actually loaded training bullets in the anti-aircraft machine guns!

The gunshots woke up many Indians. They ran out from their sleeping places in their big shorts. What's going on? Who is shooting?

At this moment, the A-7 attack aircraft had already flown in the sky.

The shooting of the anti-aircraft machine gun exposed the position. Hanif pushed the operating lever, and the nose of the plane dived down. A bomb broke away from the rack and flew towards the ground.

"Boom!" The bomb exploded at the machine gun position. Yevgeny, who had just run two steps, felt a gust of air coming from behind. Then, countless shrapnel flew into his back. He spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Is Pakistan going to launch a large-scale attack? Are they crazy?

One after another, A-7 attack aircraft flew from the sky, and countless bombs fell on the army's camp.

The bombing officially began.

This was simply a massacre. The Indians woke up from their sleep and ran out in a panic. A bomb fell on their barracks. The whole barracks was blown away. The Indian soldiers who were looking for their trousers were instantly blown into meat paste, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

There were flames everywhere, and screams everywhere.

"Boom!" A bomb exploded in the arsenal of the camp. Suddenly, the arsenal exploded, and the flames shot up into the sky, completely illuminating half of the sky.

The situation here immediately made the nearby air force base nervous. Since the air battle was mainly carried out now, the air force base was very vigilant.

"Quick, report to Tehran that we have encountered large-scale bombing by Pakistanis." Dronavali Reddy, commander of Srinagar Air Force Base, hurried to the control tower in a military coat and said to his deputy.

"Our communications have been interfered with and the radio cannot be used." The deputy said.

"Then use the phone, even if it is a civilian phone line!"

"I tried it too, but the phone was not connected and was completely disconnected." The deputy said.

"Take the gun and follow me!" Dronavali said. Now, guns are needed to protect their base!

"Boom!" At this moment, a violent explosion sounded not far away.

Hangar! That's where the hangar is! Through the glass, Dronavalli could see the explosions that kept happening in the hangar. The Pakistani Air Force was bombing its own hangar!

Inside were all old-fashioned MiG-21s. Several battles had shown that this type of fighter plane had no other use except as cannon fodder, and the MiG-21s in the Srinagar base would be shot down as soon as they took off. They had given up flying.

The Pakistanis didn't even let these planes go! The facilities in the hangar were strong enough, but when the hangar was bombed around it, the planes inside could not be dragged out to take off and fight.

"Boom!" Another bomb, the control tower shook, and the glass shattered. The bomb fell next to the control tower.

Dronavalli lay behind a wall, not daring to move, and then heard another terrifying voice.

Another bomb fell, and the target was still the control tower where he was!

Dronavali got up and ran out quickly. Before he reached the door, the bomb went through the top of the solid command tower and smashed in!

Everyone in the command tower was stunned. At this moment, time seemed to stop. They watched the steering wheel at the tail of the bomb turn rapidly, and then stopped.

"Boom!" There was fire in front of them. Then, everyone felt as if their bodies were hit by a sledgehammer, and as if countless knives were cutting their flesh. Then, they lost all sense.

The command tower was full of fire. The entire air base had been studied countless times by the Pakistani Air Force. Every F-16 was concentrating on finding its target. Even a sentry post would have a bomb dropped.

The bombing lasted for twenty minutes. When the bombing ended, the whole Srinagar had become a ruin.

"Boom, boom." The helicopter's rotor stirred the airflow, and the Black Hawk helicopter flew over from the mountains.

The side door of the Black Hawk helicopter was open. A Pakistani soldier stood there, operating a suspended machine gun on it.

"Da da da, da da da." The machine gun kept firing downwards, and the remaining Indian soldiers were shot and killed continuously.

After opening up a landing site, the Black Hawk helicopter landed, and a squad of infantry slid down from it skillfully.

When they came down, they immediately ran towards the fire points around the runway and the control tower according to the original plan to control the airport.

The tower had been blown down, and there was no one. Holding a handheld frequency-hopping radio, the Pakistani battalion commander shouted: "The airport is completely under control and can land."

A few minutes later, the huge C-130 appeared in their field of vision, and a group of fires ignited around the runway, illuminating the runway for them.

The pilot drove carefully, aiming at the runway. Landing in an unfamiliar environment is much more difficult than imagined.

The pilot must land successfully, and there are more than a hundred infantrymen in the cabin behind.

Black Hawk helicopters kept flying around, paying attention to the movement on the ground.

Due to limited national strength, Pakistan has not had a dedicated armed helicopter until now. In the future, Pakistan only purchased the AH-1 Cobra helicopter after 1985, and there were only 20 of them.

"Squeak." The wheels touched the ground and slid on the runway. With excellent take-off and landing capabilities, the C-130 only slid a few hundred meters before stopping.

The engine was still working, the propeller was turning, and it made a whirring sound.

The tail door opened, and the fully armed Pakistani army ran out of it.

After all the personnel came down, the C-130 engine turned at full speed again, driving the transport plane to run on the front half of the runway and take off!

Almost as soon as this transport plane took off, the second transport plane arrived.

With continuous take-offs and landings, the Pakistani army was quickly gathering towards Srinagar, and the troops that came down first began to rush towards the army camp.

At this time, the east was already getting light, and the sky was about to get bright. As long as the army camp was captured, the largest military force of the Indians in the Kashmir Valley would be wiped out, and it would be easy for Pakistan to occupy the entire Kashmir Valley. (To be continued ~^~)