And this was just the first day of the war!
What else can go wrong?
What a disaster!
Feng leaned back in his chair and tossed the papers detailing the losses incurred from the battle on to the table.
The losses in airframes had been staggering.
Five Su-27s had made it back to friendly airspace along with two other J-10s. That amounted to a loss of thirty odd fighters in return for ten of the enemy. The entire Su-27 force under the 6TH Fighter Division had been mauled along with a gaggle of J-10s from the 44TH Fighter Division. The operation had gone wrong at all levels except one.
Well, maybe two… Feng thought as he picked up the report from the table again and read one particular section of it.
The only aspect of the plan that had worked apart from mauling the Indian Mig-29 squadron at Leh had been the simultaneous cruise-missile attacks by the H-6 bombers of the 36TH Bomber Division behind the southbound Su-27s. Leh had been utterly damaged and destroyed as far the latest satellite imagery assessment went.
But the loss of the Su-27s was an unmitigated disaster for this sector of the battlefield. With such large losses, the only component of the air-defense that would hold the Indians at bay were the ground-based S-300s.
Feng had ordered the two KJ-2000s from Korla to patrol further to the north for safety and had ordered the advance of two more batteries of S-300s to the Aksai chin. These were the only aspect of the PLAAF’s regional air defense system that had performed as predicted so far, and were keeping the Indians far to the south. Combined with the data from the KJ-2000s, the S-300s were lethal.
I guess we still have the 111TH Brigade with their J-11s but they will be needed for defending the special mission aircraft and the bombers of the 36TH and 26TH Divisions.
What we have lost is the offensive air power capability. We will need to replace the 16TH Fighter Regiment within the 6TH Fighter Division with some other unit from the mainland…
Feng thought as he walked over to the corner and poured himself some tea. It was going to be a long sleepless night for him tonight.
Well, at least I won’t be alone in that…
Feng smiled for a brief second. The disastrous air battle had widespread consequences for both him and the region. Wencang had personally called Zhigao for a direct explanation of what had happened. Chen had announced his plans to come to Kashgar to be briefed personally on exactly what had happened first thing in the morning. Needless to say, Zhigao was not particularly happy at the moment…
“Leh has definitely been shut down. I cannot see how they can operate aircraft from such a heavily damaged airbase,” Zhigao said as he walked into Feng’s office abruptly. Feng got up from his chair behind the desk and put down his cup of tea. Zhigao seemed to ignore him completely and instead handed him some new satellite images. Zhigao continued:
“That will hurt their ability to bring in heavy reinforcements by air when the ground offensive begins tomorrow.”
Feng nodded agreement.
“Yes. In addition the bases at Chushul, Fukche and Daulat-beg-oldi are well under rocket artillery range. The PLA has assured us that they can shut those forward airbases down when their attack begins. And with the Aksai chin skies secured by our S-300 systems, our ground forces should be able to sweep away the Indian defenses and attain their objectives within the week.”
Zhigao accepted Feng’s assessment with a slight nod. He seemed heavily distracted. It was normal under the circumstances. And Zhigao’s situation was not good. After Wencang and Chen had called, he had also been visited by the regional political commissar for an explanation on his actions. And nobody, Generals and Privates included, liked a nasty visit from the country’s political officers. Whether at home, office or even on the streets.
But Feng could only relate with Zhigao on that, not sympathize. He held Zhigao directly responsible for the rash decisions that led to thirty two pilots dead and a major combat force of high-end fighters eliminated during a critical time in war. People in the People’s Republic of China had been shot for far less severe infractions during peacetime, let alone war…
“Feng, I must enquire what you plan to speak to General Chen when he arrives tomorrow morning,” Zhigao said finally. Feng was surprised by the question and thought he detected something in the man’s voice.
Fear?
“I plan to brief General Chen on our progress thus far in this sector,” Feng said neutrally.
“Cut the nonsense! I demand to know what you intend to say about my actions to him?” Zhigao thundered, his voice cracking under the strain. Feng sighed and looked at the papers on the table below before looking back at Zhigao.
“I think you had better pack your bags. Your war is over.”
DAY 2
“So when does team five cross over?” Basu asked the others.
“Well, their last radio contact two days ago put them here… north of the Kongra-La. Now that place is crawling with PLA ever since this mess began. So my guess is that the team will have to go further west and then cross the Sikkim border between Naku-La and Kongra-La. I would say another two or three days.” Lieutenant-Colonel Ansari said as he pointed out the locations on the paper map on Basu’s table with a pencil.
“Your guess?” Basu asked pointedly.
Ansari put down the pencil and walked back to his seat and sat down. He was wearing the field camouflage uniform now that the war had started with China. He was not even sure why he was here when the rest of SOCOM was preparing strike missions against the Chinese in Tibet.
“Yes. My guess. We don’t micromanage our people. It works best that way. We set up a meeting point on our side of the border and they meet us there. Apart from that and their final destinations, the only people who know the actual paths they will be taking are the actual team members.”
“Okay fine. Point taken. So where are we meeting them on this side of the border?” Basu said as he leaned forward from his seat to look over the map. Ansari walked over and jabbed his finger at a location marked: Dokung.
“Here.”
“Basu, who do we have up there to meet them?” the other older RAW officer in the room spoke up.
“We have a RAW debriefing team heading there now. They will hold up at the meeting place and debrief the team. SOCOM is also sending a logistics team to resupply the team with whatever they need. We will use the ARC Mi-17 to get the supplies and personnel up there,” Basu said as he continued to look at the location pointed out to him by Ansari.
“The air-force flies Mi-17 resupply flights to the army battalion east of Dokung on a routine basis. It should stay low profile enough I think,” Basu continued.
“How high is this place?”
Ansari fielded that one:
“Around sixteen-thousand feet. I hope your RAW boys are acclimatized to the high altitude because I can assure you they are going to need it. The region around these passes in northern Sikkim is the most inhospitable in the world. You cannot run fifty meters without the wind being knocked out of you. The temperature freezes you up to your bones and you have to walk everywhere you go. And that’s the altitude at which the damn passes are. Our boys in Tibet have to cross altitudes much higher than that to cross over on foot. I don’t know if you noticed, but there is no pass between Naku and Kongra-la. They will have to cross the peaks to be able to come back over to Dokung.”