Chapter 949 Japanese Thoughts

Colonel Yazdani, the combat commander of the Joint Air Force, climbed down from the cockpit of the MiG-29 fighter, threw his hat to the staff on one side, jumped on an airport jeep, and came to the headquarters building of Abbas Air Force Base.

Several passing command officers stopped to salute when they met Yazdani. Colonel Yazdani had something on his mind and hurried to the headquarters office, that is, the exercise headquarters, in a casual reply.

"General, Colonel Yazdani is back." A major went to the representatives of the five countries who were discussing the matter and reported.

Major Karsaki, the deputy commander of the Iranian Air Force, was stunned. He glanced at Brigadier General Assad, the deputy commander of the Somali Air Force, and nodded, "Let him in."

Colonel Yazdani came in and saw five pairs of eyes squeaking over. His original words turned into a sentence, "General, we need planes... more planes and excellent pilots!"

Major Carl Saki frowned and said, "Aren't you on duty? Did you compete with the Americans?

Colonel Yazdani did not deny it. He just said seriously, "Sirs, the Americans will definitely not fight like the last time. I think they will rush up and defeat us in one fell swoop with their quantitative and qualitative advantages, and will not give us the time and opportunity to turn defeat into victory. So we need more main fighters. In addition to the Condor fighter, we also need 150 main fighters, at least 100.

Brigadier General Assad looked at the air force colonel in his thirties in front of him and was very interested. This Colonel Yazdani is probably the top talent in the Iranian Air Force. In the last air battle with the United States, the colonel showed extraordinary command ability. What Assad values most is Yazdani's spirit of not being afraid of death.

A pilot must first have the spirit of adventure and not afraid of death, soaring in the sky, how can he be afraid of death? Not to mention the battle, there are many examples of the death of pilots in aircraft accidents in routine training.

It is the spirit of Colonel Yazdani that infects every pilot in the mixed force composed of pilots from many countries, such as the United Air Force, in several difficult battles, so that there are still so many pilots flying warplanes that are behind the enemy and entangled with the enemy in the case of wise life. The scene of fighting.

"Coloe, as far as I know, the U.S. Air Force has even reopened its air bases in Saudi Arabia at the Udeid Air Force Base, the United Arab Emirates and Oman. The total size of fighters exceeds 200, and there are also carrier-based aircraft. Only 100 fighters are you sure to defeat the Americans?"

When several other representatives heard this, they couldn't help looking at Yazdani with a smile. The colonel has won the recognition of other representatives through the last war.

Colonel Yazdani also noticed the smiles on the faces of several representatives, but he didn't understand why. He didn't think much about it. After a moment of consideration, he replied, "Sir, before fighting with the Americans, we have also studied the cases and various materials of many Americans participating in the war. We can know that the quality of American pilots is very excellent. The fighters and the entire command system are first-class, and they are worthy of attention. However, after the last air war, we found that although the quality of American pilots is high, they obviously do not have a high will to fight in difficult conditions. To put it simply, when bullying the weak, Americans can achieve the effect of combat strength bonus through their own high-tech information advantages, but once the battle is hard, they will meet a strong opponent. American pilots rarely have the spirit of sacrifice that is not afraid of death. With the influence of the last battle with us, the pilots of the U.S. Air Force have been a little timid. Even under military order, they will still fight with us, but they can't play the normal level of the U.S. Air Force at all, so I am sure that if the number of fighters is less than each other, they will not fall behind. If you are lucky Well, it's not impossible to win.

The expressions on the faces of several representatives became more and more wonderful. After listening to Colonel Yazdani's answer, Brigadier General Assad applauded first.

If the colonel is not an Iranian Air Force officer, he intends to dig up the other party, but he understands that Iran's political axe will not give up such a talent.

Why does Brigadier General Assad value Yazdani so much? It is because of his boss and boss, Li Mo once said something similar to him. Westerners attach much more importance to life than others. Although there is no lack of some examples of 'sacrifice for the country', it is rare after all. Unlike Orientals, it is a shame to fail in a war and surrender.

Different values also make the Western army's thoughts and combat beliefs different. Especially for the U.S. Air Force, such as the "scared son of heaven", to fight against Iraq and Afghanistan, an almost powerless opponent of the Air Force, for them, carrying out a mission is equivalent to traveling. Although it is a little dangerous, it is also dangerous to really travel, such as car accidents and encountering natural disasters.

It is particularly wonderful and energetic for the 'sadvands of heaven' to fight a downwind, but once they encounter setbacks and the threat of death enveloped them, the will to fight begins to weaken. Originally, if the main fighters of the United Air Force were those third-generation aircraft, these American pilots would not have weakened too much, but once the "Shenhawk" fighter, a more advanced aircraft than American fighters, was hidden in the dark, the psychological advantage of American pilots would disappear.

"Colo, although there are no 150 main fighters, just because of what you said, we also need to prepare 100 fighters for you." Major General Karsaki said with a smile that the better Colonel Yazdani's performance, as a superior, he must have taken advantage of it.

"Really?" Yazdani forgot the identity of both sides for a moment and asked happily.

In the past two days, due to the shortage of fighters, the Joint Air Force has even had fewer routine patrols, and every patrol has been within its own anti-aircraft missile range.

"Who will lie to you about this kind of thing?" Major General Karsaki deliberately showed a trace of disappiness, and then gently patted Yaztani on the shoulder and said, "We will try our best to guarantee your request, but you have to show the prestige of the United Air Force and let those Americans understand that the Middle East is not their wild place."

"Yes, sir! We will definitely drive the Yankees out of the Persian Gulf and let them go back to America. Colonel Yazdani has begun to calculate how to use a hundred fighters to develop a suitable tactic to give Americans a taste, regardless of whether what he says is realistic or not.

"Ringling..." At this moment, the phone in the office suddenly rang. A major passed by to answer the phone, and his face suddenly changed.

After hanging up the phone, the major ran over and reported, "Sir, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs just called. The Security Council has approved the resolution of military intervention in Libya, and France and the Americans have taken action in the Mediterranean."

The faces of the representatives of the five countries changed, especially Saif, who came here to replace his younger brother? Although Gaddafi was prepared, he must be very nervous at the thought of France and the United States' military intervention in Libya and attack the Gaddafi family.

"Coloe, you go back first and take over the new aircraft and pilots immediately, and be ready to attack at any time." Major General Karsaki ordered Yazdani with a solemn face.

After Yazdani left, the representatives of the five countries began to discuss when the Americans would do it.

... "Yo Xi, the time has finally come for the empire to expand its influence." The residence of Murakami Mitsuo, the residence of the Yuanlao District of Tokyo, an old man who still has a very high influence in the military and political circles. After hearing the news of the adoption of the Security Council resolution, he immediately pushed away the delicate maid in his arms and said happily.

"Brother, are we sending troops to the war?" Mitsuhiko Murakami, the head of the Ministry of Defense, also said with a smile.

"stupid!" I thought my brother would praise a few words, but I didn't expect a rebuke in exchange.

Mitsuhisa Murakami stared at his brother fiercely and said angrily, "Sent troops to fight? Who to beat who? Are you from the United States? Do you really think of yourself as an American dog?

The words of hatred made Mitsuhiko Murakami's head want to be stuffed into his crotch. At least he is one of several members of the military, but in the face of this brother, he has had a shadow in his heart since he was a child.

"You have to remember that the Yamato nation is the best nation in the world, and the empire should also be the most powerful country in the world, not the American people, nor the Chinese people, let alone those black-skinned monkeys." After a few angry drinks, Murakami Mitsuo gasped a little. The maid next to him quickly stretched out her weak and boneless hand, reached into Murakami Mitsusao's wide kimono, and touched the dry old meat.

Murakami Mitsuo, who was very comfortable to be stroked by the little hand, hugged the maid with a smile. As if no one was around, he also reached into the other party's loose kimono and pinched the delicate breast.

"But you're right. We can't let the Americans see our determination to revive the empire. We still have to send soldiers, but we don't go to the Persian Gulf to fight with those Middle Eastern Africans, but we need to increase the army in Afghanistan."

A trace of surprise flashed in Mitsuhiko Murakami's eyes. Regardless of his brother's majesty, he looked up and watched his brother explore the secrets of the woman's body on the maid.

"Why..." Mitsuhiko Murakami asked softly. He didn't understand why the eldest brother sent troops to Afghanistan, which is much more complicated and chaotic than the Persian Gulf. The hand of Japan can't reach so far for the time being.

"Afghanistan is a good place. The Lu people wanted to occupy her in those years, but they were unwilling to fail in the end. The Americans are going to occupy her now, but they have been attacked by Afghan guerrillas, and even 'nuclear attacks'. Murakami's eyes showed a trace of fear and undisguised greed. "Until now, the 100,000 American troops are still trapped in the quagmire of Afghanistan. The Chinese have also continuously infiltrated Afghanistan over the years in the name of fighting against East Turkistan terrorism. Of course, the empire can't miss such a precious land.

(to be continued)