After finishing his words, without waiting for any response from Simon, Song Heping decisively cut off the communication.
The encrypted phone screen instantly went dark.
In the soundproof communication room, only his own heavy heartbeat and the faint sound of airflow from the vent remained.
He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his mind racing...
The shadow of Mossad and the F-15I weighed tangibly on his mind.
Passive defense, relying on the Sam-6 and deception tactics to withstand them in the Gobi Desert?
The chances of success are slim.
The 'Cube' (NATO code for Sam-6 system radar) is too old.
The AN/APG-63(V)3 radar equipped on the F-15I exceeds our detection distance, and the 'Litening' targeting pod they carry can lock onto targets from tens of kiloters away.
Not to ntion their 'Paveway IV' laser-guided bombs and 'Rampage' stand-off missiles, with long range and high precision.
The mont the Sam-6 system radar is activated, it's lighting up targets for those F-15I's 'HARM' anti-radiation missiles.
The ground launch positions are actually waiting for death!
We must take the initiative!
We must find their weaknesses!
F-15I...
Range...
From Daishe Bird Country to Northern Darfur, the straight-line distance exceeds 2000 kiloters, carrying heavy weapons for strike missions, they must...
A thought like lightning cleared the fog in his mind—
Air refueling!
He suddenly opened his eyes, quickly stepped out of the communication room, and returned to the electronic sand table in the command center.
Jiang Feng and other core officers were looking at him, their eyes heavy.
"Jiang Feng, the F-15I from Daishe Bird, fully loaded with precision-guided munitions, flying from Negev Base to us, how far do they need to fly?"
Song Heping's voice carried a hint of urgency.
Jiang Feng thought for a mont and imdiately replied: "Straight-line distance exceeds two thousand kiloters. Considering possible detours to avoid sensitive airspace, actual range is at least 2300 to 2500 kiloters.
The maximum operational radius of the F-15I with external fuel tanks and air combat configuration can approach two thousand kiloters, but carrying heavy ground attack munitions, especially stand-off weapons, the operational radius will shrink significantly. For deep strikes, they almost certainly require air refueling support!"
"Refueling... Air refueling... Exactly! Refueling!"
Song Heping's eyes shone with a compelling brilliance.
"This is the key point of their long-range assault! It's also our only possible chance! If only we could know their refueling ti and location..."
"Old squad leader, are you..."
Jiang Feng saw Song Heping murmuring to himself like in a dream and couldn't help but worry.
Song Heping has been under great pressure recently.
And he just returned from an intense battle in Libya.
He's worried Song Heping's tense nerves might snap...
"Their air refueling point is a weak link, Sam-6 might be a bit cramped against F-15I, but what about targeting the tanker?"
"Tanker?"
Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly brightened, then dimd again.
"Old squad leader, are you kidding internationally? The air refueling point is a military secret, how could we know where it is?"
"Hmm..."
Song Heping's lips curled with a hint of a smile.
He looked down at his watch, then clapped his hands and said, "Starting today, we enter combat readiness, 24-hour shift duty, now, those who need to rest, go rest, those on duty, stay on duty, don't all crowd here, that's it for today..."
After speaking, he turned and left.
He was swiftly held back by Jiang Feng.
"Old squad leader... we haven't discussed a plan to deal with Daishe Bird yet! Disband now?"
"Disband."
Song Heping stretched lazily.
"Let the kitchen make so late-night snacks, have a bite and do whatever needs to be done, I'm tired too, going to rest early today."
"Then..."
"Then what?"
"The plan?"
"We'll discuss it tomorrow, wait for my news, I promise you a surprise!"
Song Heping stopped rambling, took big strides and left the command center.
Staying here is indeed a waste of ti.
Now we must wait for the most precise intelligence.
And the intelligence officer is none other than the deputy director Simon at the United States' CIA headquarters in Langley City.
Currently, he is the most powerful trump card in Song Heping's hand.
Song Heping believes Simon is a smart man.
He will certainly obtain the intelligence he wants as quickly as possible and then report to him.
As if to confirm his guess, the encrypted satellite phone vibrated violently again just one day later.
"Song!"
Simon's voice carried an exhaustion that bordered on collapse and an almost uncontrollable excitent, "The stuff you wanted... damn near cost half my life! Activated three 'moles' buried for over ten years, one of which... may have been exposed... listen up!"
He spoke extrely fast, as if afraid he would be interrupted the next second:
[Confirmation: Falcon Nest - Negev 119 'Batis' Squadron.
Falcon model: F-15I Ra'am (Thunder) x 4.
Talons: GBU-54 LJDAM (Laser Joint Direct Attack Munition) x 8, SPICE-2000 ER (Extended Range Satellite/Inertial Terminal Infrared Guided Bomb) x 4.
Escort: AN/ALQ-131(V) Deep-Upgraded Electronic Warfare Pod.
Storm Descend Day H-1 (1 hour before airstrike launch) takeoff.
[Key Route!] Takeoff from Negev Base -> Westward diterranean route -> Approximately 40 nautical miles (74 km) north of Benghazi Port, perform aerial refueling in international airspace (expected to be executed by KC-707 'Sword' tanker) -> Enter Libyan airspace -> Head southeast directly towards Darfur target area.
[Refueling Point Coordinates (approximate): 32°15'N, 19°50'E.
Ti Window: Storm Descend Day H-1 approx 45 minutes (depending on airspeed and air traffic control).
Mole communications remain encrypted with 'Solomon's Seal'.]
"Did everyone hear clearly?"
"Send the information, send it to my encrypted email!"
"Damn it! Didn't you receive special training? Can't you even morize this segnt of the source?!"
Simon finally found an opportunity to mock Song Heping.
Song Heping nonchalantly replied, "No, I can rember it, but when it cos to life and death, I must be cautious, besides..."
He revealed a cold smile again.
"Sending an email leaves a trace, and it gives another piece of leverage over you."
"FUCK!"
Simon felt a surge of impulse to draw his gun.
Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, he still wanted to shoot that son of a bitch Song Heping!
Shaless!
Sneaky!
Cunning!
Ruthless!
All sorts of dark adjectives floated through Simon's mind.
Back then in Illiguo, he really shouldn't have tangled with this harbinger of doom!
"OK! I'll send it!"
He gritted his teeth, but had no other choice.
Once you board a pirate ship, you can only listen to the pirate captain's commands...
Fifteen minutes later.
Northern Darfur Base Command Center.
Dead silence!
All eyes were fixed on the electronic sand table.
A clear red dashed line extended from Daishe Bird Country's Negev Base, stretching across the central diterranean, briefly pausing at the point marked with approximate coordinates (40 nautical miles north of Benghazi), then veering southeast, heading straight for Northern Darfur!
"Refueling point... in the diterranean... international airspace..."
Jiang Feng murmured, his eyes flashing with incredulous light.
"They must stop! During those few minutes of refueling, their speed drops, altitude is relatively fixed, maneuverability is at its lowest, and the electronic counterasure mode might switch... this is the most vulnerable, most inescapable mont of attack in their entire journey!"
"Exactly!"
Song Heping slamd the edge of the sand table with a decisive, desperate voice, "For their 'Falcons' to fly this far to peck at us, they have to stop halfway to 'drink water'! We will flip their 'water basin' along with their 'Falcons' when they're 'drinking water'! Move the battlefield to the diterranean! Even if the F15I can escape, their tanker won't!"
His gaze was sharp as he scanned all core mbers in the command center: "Abandon the original mobile defense in the 'Rock Solid' area! New target: diterranean refueling point! Dismantle our SAM-6, load it onto ships, and transport it out to the sea! Strike them during refueling!"
"Move to the sea?!"
Even the battle-hardened Jiang Feng inhaled sharply at the crazy extent of this plan.
"Old squad leader! The SAM-6 isn't a Stinger! It's a massive system requiring heavy vehicles for transport! Radar vehicle, command vehicle, launchers, missiles! How to dismantle? How to transport? How to deploy on the choppy sea? How to aim? This... this is simply..."
Two words flashed through his mind — insane!
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