Airmen from his unit were already rushing to make the helicopter ready for its next mission. Empty weapon pylons were being removed by one set of airmen while others brought in sets of ready-to-fire anti-tank missile rounds. For the last day, all they were carrying for each mission besides the chin-gun ammo were the HELINA missiles. These latest generation fire-and-forget missiles developed in India by the DRDO were being used excessively by Dutt and his pilots to help delete the PLA armor numerical advantage on the battlefields of Ladakh.
Dutt’s crew-chief was knocked on the side glass of his cockpit and opened it. Freezing cold air and falling snow flakes rushed into the cockpit. Dutt removed his breathing mask and took a deep breath of fresh air.
The men flying the two LCHs from 199HU were approaching physical exhaustion. They had now been flying and fighting without break for an extended duration. The same applied to the ground crews working day and night to keep the helicopters operational.
The helicopters were not much better.
Engine exhausts were grimy and the side of the fuselage behind them was blackened with soot. Same for the chin-mounted cannon barrel. It had fired more rounds in the last two days than it had in the last two years of testing put together. It would need replacement soon, and Dutt’s operations officer had made urgent requisitions from HAL for new cannons. Even if they could be rushed to Leh, it might take days to arrive down the congested logistical artery from Leh to Saser…
In the meantime, the war went on.
Dutt unbuckled himself and with the help of his crew-chief, managed to step outside onto the snow covered ground below. He saw the empty helipad where his second helicopter would normally be, but it was off on another desperate mission to prevent a small platoon of Gorkhas under Adesara’s command from being overrun east of the airstrip.
Same shit, different day…
There were other helicopters at Saser as well. A couple of armed Dhruvs were parked nearby and further away Dutt could see a Mi-17. He extended his hand out and saw a few flakes of snow fall on it. He shrugged it off and stared into the night sky above. He could not see any stars, which meant there were clouds overhead. The weather was not cooperating…
“What’s the forecast for the next few hours?” he asked his metrological-officer as he walked up to the latter’s bunker near the base of the eastern ridge.
“Not good,” the Squadron-Leader replied. “Sharp snowfall later tonight will close everything down till tomorrow morning. I suggest moving our birds under cover and make sure everything is secured before the driving snow hit us. We should be clear again tomorrow just before noon.”
Dutt was not happy to hear that. The ground war would not wait for the weather to clear for his helicopters. The only advantage the Indian side had was the local air power…
Before Dutt could say anything, a jeep pulled up with a screech on the loose gravel and the three men turned to see. Narayana jumped off the jeep and ran over.
“Shit. This can’t be good.” Dutt’s WSO observed on seeing Narayana’s body language as the latter approached. Dutt snorted.
“What is good around here to start with?”
“Sir, request from Colonel Sudarshan,” Narayana said urgently. “We need to move operation Sickle-swipe forward right now. 43RD Armored has been forced to retreat and is taking heavy enemy arty. The Chinese have their drones in the sky there and are using them as spotters. These guys,” he gestured towards the parked Smerch launchers arrayed to the west, “are going to drop hell on the enemy guns once they locate all of them. But the Colonel wants us to take out the Chinese drones above our guys right now!”
Dutt turned to his metrological-officer:
“How long do we have before the weather cripples flying altogether?”
“Another hour. Two if we are lucky!”
Dutt shared a look with his WSO and gestured everybody to the command trailer nearby.
Once inside, the men spent ten minutes discussing the operation. Soon after, Dutt ordered his crew-chief to remove all weapons on the external pylons of his helicopter. The resulting helicopter was much lighter. He would need every bit of power he could spare for the mission.
A few minutes later Dutt and his WSO walked out of the trailer and headed for their helicopter while Narayana ran back to his jeep to drive back to Sudarshan’s HQ.
Dutt saw his crew-chief waiting for him by the cockpit with the flight helmet in hand and two bottles of energy juice in the other for both Dutt and his WSO. Dutt smiled at the gesture and took the bottle and gulped down the contents. His WSO did the same. They handed the empty bottles back to the warrant-officer and clambered aboard.
Soon they were strapped into their cockpits and the engines began to spool up. The main rotor and tail rotor slowly began rotating while the WSO checked the chin-mounted cannon slaving, his only weapon for this mission. He swiveled it left and right from his helmet mounted optics.
As the crew-chief gave him thumbs up, Dutt pushed the throttle and collective to maximum and the helicopter leapt off the helipad.
They headed north, bypassing the other returning LCH on the way south. In the greenish hell-scape of the night-vision view, the snow on the ground reflected strongly while the rocks did not. This created a checkered coloration terrain that could easily remove depth perception. And that was extremely dangerous while flying in mountainous terrain with little engine power to spare…
But the LCH was designed to fly and fight in these conditions.
The disruptive digital camouflage adorned by Dutt’s helicopter denied a decent infrared return and gave the helicopter an element of operational stealth. Radar cross-section from its trim fuselage was very small and against the background clutter, almost impossible to cue on. Combined with terrain masking, the helicopter was a dangerous predator feeding on PLA armor and almost impossible to kill.
Tonight, these characteristics of the LCH would come into play. They were not going after ground targets. Their target was not below them but rather a thousand feet above. And they needed every element of survivability they can lay their hands on to make it back alive…
“Five minutes to A-O!” Dutt said to his WSO.
“Roger.”
Dutt looked to the left, right and above to see the cloudy night sky devoid of stars except for the moonlight breaking through the gaps in the cloud cover. He hoped he had the time to get the job done and get home before the weather closed in.
But bad weather wasn’t his only concern…
The cloud blanket above him was misleading. He knew that above that was the clear starry night sky where the war was being waged between the two air-forces.
Almost as if on cue, a Mig-29 streaked under the cloud cover as it dropped flares and then punched afterburner to climb back through the muck again, disappearing from view…
“Damn! I wonder what the hell is going on up there,” the WSO said as they saw the bright flashes of the dropped flares fade into the hillsides.
“Nothing good. Hang on,” Dutt said and then switched frequencies.
“Sickle-One to Eagle-Eye-One. What’s the word above DBO? Over.”
A hundred and fifty kilometers to the south, Verma on board the Phalcon was having yet another hectic night. The PLAAF was making another attempt to challenge the skies above Ladakh and southern Tibet. Tonight they were surging forward flight after flight of J-11s and had even resorted to surging flights of J-8IIs to overwhelm Indian defenders. These fighters were being further assisted by stand-off launches of short-range cruise-missiles from H-6s.