nucmednet Chapter 392 Shadow of Spring
Chapter 392 Shadow of Spring
"My God...that's really tragic..."
Even the most seasoned veterans, upon stepping onto this land that has been literally "washed" by nuclear bombs, cannot help but sigh in disbelief.
The Southern New World is a unique land. Whether it is the vast grasslands in the south, the rainforests in the north, or the west coast, every scene is enough to make tourists linger.
Then, until war broke out, until the nuclear bombs fell.
All they could see now was flames, corpses, and death.
"Attention! Everyone must carry a Geiger counter. If the reading rises, you must immediately retreat!"
As the armed peacekeeping forces landed at Victory Port and subsequently dispatched troops southward, messages continued to emerge from the well-preserved high-powered radio transmitters at Victory Port.
It's important to understand that more than three months passed between the nuclear bombs being dropped and the arrival of the armed peacekeeping forces at Victory Port. During those three months, the southern part of the continent was nothing short of hell.
Food shortages, environmental degradation, rampant plagues, and the outbreak of civil war... every day in the Southern New Continent is a nightmare.
Even so, even after armed peacekeeping forces landed at Victory Port and established refugee camps, refugees did not flood in as expected.
There is no other reason——
First, the terrible electromagnetic environment after the nuclear explosion. The battery pulse generated by the nuclear explosion over the southern continent burned most electrical products, including radios.
Secondly, even in places with communication capabilities, similar things have already happened—around Glenarda, the capital of Glenarda, dissidents who escaped from prison camps, surviving radicals, and various armed groups composed of refugees have repeatedly destroyed all order using similar methods.
So apart from refugees from surrounding areas who came to try their luck, the UN humanitarian camps did not initially receive many refugees.
Instead, the armed peacekeeping forces were immediately attacked—by the remaining armored formations of the Glenada Amazon Military District—and 24 of the last remaining cutting-edge fighters of the entire Vertical Empire, the Me P.1101/99, took off from the surviving underground base. These modern fighters were intended to replace the aging Vertical Air Force fighters, but the first batch of fighters had just entered service when nuclear annihilation was immediately dropped.
These fighter jets are powerful, extremely fast, and equipped with airborne radar and air-to-air missiles. In combat, they can destroy more than ten times the number of active-duty fighter jets in the air force. They are powerful fighter jets that the "head of state" has high hopes for.
However, what they are dealing with is the F-14D "Super Panda". It should be said that the F-14D is not the fighter jet in the future military system envisioned by Alice. Both Amelansi and the World Stars organization will be equipped with "Flanker" series fighter jets, and the UN peacekeeping fleet should also be equipped with SU-33 fighter jets or Flanker series fighter jets based on T-10, for one reason only.
The central lift configuration of the flanker system has great potential and is easy to mass-produce.
At this moment, the only reason for the existence of the F-14D squadron on the Mir aircraft carrier was actually to scout ahead—the variable-sweep wing structure of the F-14 was simply too expensive, but the extravagantly automated production complex had already produced two squadrons of F-14Ds, so they couldn't just not use them, could they?
This led to the F-14D's debut in this peacekeeping operation. The lead pilot, "Flying Eagle One," did not expect that their performance today would make the F-14D a sought-after item for many countries.
An E-2D early warning aircraft slowly flew over the airspace, and above the clouds, a large radar was transmitting airspace data back in real time.
"Flying Eagle One, Flying Eagle One, this is Kasuga Sakura One. An unidentified heavy fighter formation has been spotted directly ahead of your formation, at a distance of 70 kilometers, approaching your mission airspace."
"receive."
The female pilot of Flying Eagle One replied sweetly, "It's springtime in the Southern Hemisphere now, and the sun is shining through the clouds, casting spring shadows."
"Flying Eagle Squadron, Flying Eagle Squadron! Eagle Wall attack formation, number two, number three, we're launching the first wave of attack!"
"Received! Eagle One."
Two heavy carrier-based fighter jets, painted with the light blue color of the United Nations logo on their wings and armed with missiles, stood on either side of each other. The pilots skillfully engaged their weapons safety, activated their active radars, and began locking onto their respective targets.
"12 small targets, no IFF response, radar echo and speed calculation determined to be fighter jets, data link has been sent."
"receive."
"Give them a good beating, Eagle One."
Three F-14Ds quickly locked onto their targets. The radar echoes were clearly displayed on the LCD screen. The active radar had locked onto several targets, and the data link had assigned targets. All she had to do was press the launch trigger.
"One AIM-120 missile fired, missile off the rack."
Hans stared silently at the instruments before him. Ace pilot, "Eagle of the Nation and People"—these titles weighed heavily on him. In the past, battles against the air forces of neighboring countries had earned him honors. Back then, he had also piloted propeller-driven fighter jets and enjoyed everything.
But now, things are different. He still remembers that day when he visited the secretly built underground hangar. As he looked down at the cutting-edge aircraft in front of him, the earth shook—everything had changed.
The outside world has been destroyed, according to the officer. He said that even so, we must remain loyal to the country, the nation, and the "head of state."
Once, the guards brought back a lot of people, and he secretly asked the prisoners what was going on outside—he only received pessimism. Someone told him that this was retribution, retribution for killing so many people.
He saw his colleague repenting, confessing to a cross. The colleague said that he had killed many foreigners, and this was given to him by a foreigner a while ago, who said that as long as he repented, the Lord would protect him and forgive his sins.
He had no time to think about it; he condemned his colleague, denounced him at his desperate pleas, and prayed to win his colleague a 9mm bullet.
He repeatedly piloted his fighter jet, took off, and dropped bombs, destroying those villages. His superiors told him that he was the culprit behind all the destruction.
He had believed it until later, when he dropped a bomb as usual, and then, through the windshield of the fighter jet, he saw children scattering and running away below.
He could no longer believe that the fighter jets had landed on the runway at the secret base. He glanced at his superior, then silently returned to his quarters, enveloped by guilt, until he picked up the crucifix.
He imitated his colleague's prayer, confessing his sins, which at least made him feel a little better.
He looked at the cross in his hand, then looked up. Something seemed to be lighting up in the air in front of him. He pulled the control stick sharply and then threw out chaff.
The plane reacted quickly, but the missile was superior—there was no trace of the enemy on the radar, and after a period of shaking, the plane became uncontrollable. It turned around—the missile had shattered its tail.
"Hit!"
Hans pulled the ejection handle—spring would come again, he thought.