Chapter 1: New Conflicts

"Rudder," the sergeant said as he pressed down on the directional pedal.

"Eagle, this is Colonel Mosin, the runway is clear for takeoff"

Private Lugani stood up lazily, took a flashlight from his pocket, and waved it in front of the missile guidance head under rack number 2. Immediately, a light flickered on the sergeant's heads-up display, and the buzzer emitted a brief "beep" before falling silent

I also wish you good luck. By the way, there is one more thing, move that new guy away from the air intake.

The sergeant leaned forward and saw a person crouching under the horizontal stabilizer to avoid the sun

"Check the missile pylon," the sergeant said as he opened the weapon control panel. However, after a long time, no one responded.

"Do not underestimate them; the 5th squadron is their strongest squadron," the lieutenant said, yet there was a certain eagerness reflected in his eyes.

"That means we have something to do," Ge Ya asked calmly

"There is another reason, hehe," Lieutenant Jafar said with a smile. "Because we are the aces of the Indian Air Force, we cannot afford any mistakes." The sergeant stood in front of the aircraft, signaling the pilot to move each control surface. Goya complied one by one, and then the sergeant climbed to the side, asking Goya to sign.

Wishing you good luck

Srinagar has a complete airport runway capable of accommodating the takeoff and landing of the Su-30, and that is the fact

"Left, right, good," a numb voice shouted from behind the plane. The sergeant made a mark on the recording board

Is there even a need to ask? You fool, quickly drive the cold air vehicle away

Listen, there are some changes to your flight path. After takeoff, head towards Srinagar to cover the flank of the Lion Squadron, then turn back near the northern border. The AWACS of Squadron 181 has already taken off, and if possible, they will guide your further actions. I remind you that our mission is to feint in the north. If there is an air battle over Punjab, let the Lion Squadron handle it.

Private Lugani squatted to the side, watching in astonishment as the massive object, laden with missiles, accelerated forward

Hey, check the number 2 rack. Did you hear that!

Goya slowly pushed the throttle of the Su-30 fighter jet, feeling the vibrations of the aircraft intensifying. He watched as the engine speed gradually rose to 50 percent. He released the brakes, and the aircraft began to move slowly.

"But we are also the best pilots in all of India," Jafar said, twirling his mustache.

The private asked, and the sergeant thought that this clueless fellow had finally asked a somewhat meaningful question after being at the base for 3 days

Two hundred meters away from the massive fighter jet, there is an air-conditioned lounge where two pilots, dressed in thick flight suits, are sitting in the duty room waiting for flight orders that may be issued at any moment. It is a dull afternoon. Lieutenant Rahsina is examining today's route on the map in the duty room; since he joined this squadron, this map of the northwestern border has not been changed.

The phone in the lounge rang, and Goya picked it up. A commander from the control tower informed him that the runway was clear and the aircraft could take off. Goya walked to the window and saw a compressed air vehicle approaching his Su-30MKI. A group of ground crew members was removing several hoses from the aircraft. Jafar put down his newspaper and walked over: "I heard that yesterday the 5th Squadron was deployed, hiding at a distance to cover the attack aircraft. I really hope to encounter them today so they can experience our strength."

The scorching midday sun baked the gleaming exterior of the fighter jet until it was scalding hot. Sergeant Mohit crawled to the top of the boarding ladder, extending his head into the cockpit to check the instruments of the fighter jet. Fortunately, a cooling air hose was connected to this duty aircraft, keeping the cockpit pleasantly cool. The sergeant climbed into the cockpit, activated the instrument power, and began the routine pre-flight checks, marking a tick on the checklist after each instrument was inspected.

"Eagle received." Goya replied while quickly scanning the flight instruments; Sergeant Mohit’s work was always meticulous and reassuring.

"You are absolutely right, we can leave them with a profound lesson." Goya and Jafar patted each other's heavy anti-gravity suits and then walked into the hot, spacious military airport

"Kid, Lieutenant Goya is an outstanding pilot. A few years ago, he represented Squadron 24 in the 'Red Flag' exercise in Nevada, USA, where he shot down an F-15." The sergeant spoke with an expression of immense pride on his face

Lieutenant Goya climbed into the cockpit, where the instrument power was already on. The sergeant helped him quickly fasten his seatbelt and connect the data line to his helmet. The lieutenant first turned on the very high frequency radio, with one of the squadron's main communication channels set to 77.9 megahertz. Soon, the voice from the command post came through.

Well, it is now the 8th of the month. The sergeant made a hook, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Perhaps in other parts of the world, it is still snowing this month, but not here; a small section of the asphalt runway outside the concrete machine fort has already melted. Such is the harshness of spring in the South Asian subcontinent

By the way, Sergeant, why does the lieutenant's aircraft have a white aircraft emblem, while the other planes in the squadron do not have it

Weapon operator Nilangafal was looking at a copy of the Indian Express, where a huge headline on the front page read: "On the 10th day after the Mumbai massacre, the death toll has exceeded 1,000." The newspaper's second page featured an even more sensational headline: "The Ministry of Home Affairs has identified the mastermind as the Pakistani Intelligence Agency." "They should be taught a lesson," Nilangafal muttered to himself

"Because the battalion commander is not here, he has gone to Bangalore," Colonel Moxin said before hanging up the phone

As the pilot walked past the air compressor vehicle, Sergeant Mohit, with a smile on his face, led his ground crew standing beneath the aircraft. Nearby, an unfamiliar soldier swayed back and forth in the large shadow cast by the air intake, likely thinking that standing there would shield him from the sunlight

Supplementing with the latest intelligence, the 33rd Brigade of Gudubai in Pakistan has made some new movements, possibly heading towards the conflict area of Kaswa, where the army has just constructed fortifications, and caution should be exercised to prevent them from causing trouble

"This has nothing to do with it, I can write it in the report, you fool," the sergeant threatened. In fact, the sergeant really had no way to deal with these soldiers who only wanted to get by.

Lugani, you fool, how many times have I told you that you cannot wear slippers while on duty? The team leader will have something to say about this.

But that was just a drill, not real, right

The cockpit cover slowly descended, and the ladder beside it was also removed. Goya turned on the front wheel brake switch, skillfully activated the fuel distribution switch, and then started the engine. Soon, the aircraft roared to life, and the engine RPM gauge gradually reached the twenty percent mark. He turned his head and saw the ground crew removing the last compressed air hose and power lines.

It is the Lion Squadron again, I had a feeling it would be like this. What about the backup airport in the north

Lieutenant De Gafal at the rear seat pressed several buttons on the multifunction display to establish a new flight path and a new alternate route

The sergeant completed the takeoff form, leaving only one section awaiting the pilot's signature. He climbed down from the aircraft and walked over to the buzzing air conditioning unit, where he found a careless private listening to the radio, yet another violation of the 13th Squadron's discipline. On the radio, a comedian was skillfully mimicking the accent from the Punjab side of Pakistan, telling some dull jokes

"Colonel, why are we providing cover again?" Lieutenant Goya couldn't help but ask, as he was very eager to understand the reason behind it

The squadron leader went to Bangalore this morning, the confident private said