Tokyo Detective

Chapter 566 The routed army is like ants

As Naoki Hanyu said, Japan is also his home turf. Even without the E-2D early warning aircraft, he is fully aware of enemy aircraft hundreds of kilometers away, thanks to Japan's airtight radar network.

"92 F-35s, no, there are some other guys involved."

At the Yokosuka Naval Base, numerous missile markers appeared. These were over a hundred Standard Missile 6 surface-to-air missiles, with a maximum range of 460 kilometers. When these missiles reached their maximum speed of Mach 4, they streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, bringing a unique kind of fireworks to this Mid-Autumn Festival.

It is clear that America's Seventh Fleet and the Air Force have different ideas, intending to achieve a qualitative change through sheer quantity.

"They really don't learn their lesson. Let's show them what real skill is."

The clones also mocked without restraint.

"You piece of trash, how can a standard 6 aim at me?"

"It's a waste of resources; Standard 6 is very expensive."

The aircraft quickly reached the edge of Nagoya, where they were met by a swarm of near-hypersonic missiles.

This scene, tracked by satellite, appeared in the command centers of both the Japanese and American air and sea forces. Even though they knew the young man possessed stealth capabilities, they couldn't help but anticipate its effectiveness, given that this involved over a hundred missiles.

The newly appointed commander of the Seventh Fleet, who also serves as the commander of America's naval base in Japan, is the one who issued the order.

Dig Washington, a three-star lieutenant general.

Beneath Digg's calm expression, his clenched fists betrayed his tension.

"I simply don't believe that YMCA members can all evade the intense attacks."

Soon, an unbelievable scene unfolded on screen: the Yuzuru Air Force Squadron showed no intention of changing course and charged straight toward the missile group.

Immediately afterwards, each aircraft used minimal maneuvering to completely evade the missiles. The missiles grazed past the edges of the aircraft without leaving any trace, as if they were dancing a waltz.

Dig suddenly slumped into his chair, powerless.

"How is that possible? Do we really have the ability to deal with these guys?"

Today's unauthorized decision had some effect, but the fact that he didn't get a single result is still a threat to him.

In particular, their wave will definitely attract the attention of the Yonko Society. If our aircraft group is defeated, the enemy will definitely attack Yokosuka Port.

"No, no, no, with 92 F-35s having the advantage of timing and location, there's no way we can lose."

Naoki Hanyu paid no attention to the futile efforts of the American Navy; he was currently analyzing how to fight this air battle that was destined to shock the world.

"America's 18th Fighter Wing, 27 F-35 fighter jets."

"America's 35th Fighter Wing, 31 F-35 fighter jets."

"And there's Japan's strongest air force formation, the Central Air Regiment, with 34 F-35 fighter jets."

(A typical fighter wing has 48 to 72 aircraft. This is only about half of the wing's aircraft; the rest are either under maintenance or other pilots are on leave.)
Naoki Hanyu immediately locked onto the nearest 35th Fighter Wing, which was 230 kilometers away, almost at air combat range.

Just then, the 35th Fighter Wing began launching missiles. The distance startled Naoki Hanyu for a moment, but he quickly understood what they were.

"They're actually preparing a missile that's still under research. That's interesting."
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Meanwhile, on the other side, Colonel Matthew, commander of the 35th Fighter Wing, took a deep breath. He knew that this was the moment for America's Air Force to avenge itself.

"Everyone connect to the space-based infrared system and prepare to launch the 'Mako Shark' hypersonic missile."

"It's locked."

"It's locked."

"emission."

"emission."

The space-based infrared system locked onto all the Yonhap fighters from above, and then America's latest missiles flew into the distance, their speeds exceeding Mach 5, creating terrifying sonic booms as they rubbed against the air.

The Japanese people on the ground first saw the projectile glow, and then heard the sound.
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Naoki Hanyu also noticed the approaching hypersonic missile, which was surprisingly fast, reaching Mach 8.

America is not a leader in hypersonic missiles, and is even inferior to major Eastern powers and Russia. It is unexpected that they would develop an air-to-air missile.

"That's interesting. Infrared guidance, probably done by a satellite, but do you think it's effective?"

The two sides' fighter jets entered a distance of 150 kilometers, which is the launch range of the AIM-120D air-to-air missile. However, Naoki Hanyu and his team still did not launch, but instead continued to face the 31 missiles head-on, just like before.

Soon the missiles will be visible to the naked eye, and Naoki Hanyu has also spoken out.

"Everyone slow down and activate the plasma shield."

The clones no longer take this lightly, as the planned tactics are a challenge for them as well.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. It's only fun when you push your limits."

The fighter jets quickly reduced to Mach 0.7, and then all the fighter jets opened their cockpit canopies.

In an instant, a terrifying high-speed airflow assaulted the driver's entire body, causing all the clones to grit their teeth and endure the discomfort of their muscles being pulled apart.

"It's really strong, but it can't do anything to me yet."

When a fighter jet opens its canopy at around Mach 0.8, it instantly introduces supersonic airflow, the impact of which is equivalent to being hit by a multi-tonnage object.

There have been similar unfortunate cases in history. For example, in 1966, an F-104 pilot accidentally opened the canopy at low altitude and low speed (500 km/h) and his arm was torn apart by the airflow.

In 2008, a South African Hawk trainer jet opened its cockpit at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour, sucking half of the pilot's body out and fracturing his cervical spine on the spot.

Naoki Hanyu's voice came again.

"Activate the plasma shield, everyone, Naoki Hanyu, don't tell me you can't do it."

"How could a man be impotent?"

One by one, plasma energy bursts out of the body, forming plasma shields that completely envelop the fighter jet. Then, the clone cancels the subsequent plasma power supply and pilots the fighter jet out of the plasma shields that envelop it.

The plasma shields of the clones were too weak, leaving only a few burn marks on the surface of the fighter jet, which was not a big deal. Only a few barely maintained plasma shields remained in place.

Thus, all the Mako Shark hypersonic missiles struck the plasma shields and exploded, while the fighter jets remained completely unharmed under everyone's watchful eyes.

At this moment, everyone in the three headquarters was stunned.

"Barsaka, how is that possible?"

The Japanese Air Force Commander stared at the screen, his face ashen, bewildered by the blue halo around him.

"What is this, and why is it attracting missiles?"

The Japanese military didn't know, but the American military certainly did, because they had seen videos of the naval battle with the Revital Society, where the Revital Society deployed similar blue shields to defend against missile attacks.

According to experts, the blue shield should be an energy shield, most likely a plasma shield.

"I never imagined that the technology exchanged by the Revitalization Society would be plasma. Damn it, it's so terrifying that two terrorist organizations are cooperating."

America's air force commander in Japan certainly understood the impact of plasma shields on infrared guidance. Plasma is the fourth state of matter and is itself a source of infrared radiation, which will enhance infrared signals.

Simply put, each plasma shield will definitely attract infrared guidance. If the missile had time, it might be able to adjust, but Hanyu Naoki and his team were executing their attacks at close range, so there was simply not enough time.

In addition, the plasma shield has a significant impact on the laser, which can prematurely trigger the divergent beam, rendering laser guidance ineffective.

Air Force Commander Joseph of America muttered to himself.

"Radar, infrared, lasers—the YMCA has countermeasures for all of these. So what other means are there to deal with the YMCA's aircraft?"

Joseph thought of anti-aircraft guns, but their limitations were too obvious.

"Could it be that the future sky... no, no, I believe our great motherland will soon find an opportunity."

The air combat took a new turn. Seeing that the first wave of missiles had missed, the commander of the 35th Fighter Wing launched a second wave of "Mackerel" missiles, but it was still ineffective.

This scene caused the regimental commander, Matthew, to break out in a cold sweat. The first failure could be a coincidence, but the second one was no coincidence.

"what's the situation."

Meanwhile, the two sides were already within 100 kilometers of each other, and Matthew only had two options.

The first type of radar is unable to target, leaving only close-range dogfighting guided by infrared.

The second option is very simple: just leave. As long as you don't enter the enemy's missile range, what can they do to you?

"Retreat or leave?" Just as Matthew was hesitating, Joseph's order suddenly came from headquarters.

"The 35th Regiment cannot retreat. If you retreat now, the enemy will definitely attack the base. There are tens of thousands of family members there. We have no room to back down."

"But our weapons can't do any damage, and we were in a rush, so we only had two Mako Shark rounds with us."

"You also have short-range air-to-air missiles."

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That's human language. In this day and age, is there any room for dogfighting to survive?

Matthew took a deep breath in response, because he was a soldier.

"Yes, 35th Fighter Wing, mission accomplished."

Matthew, who had participated in various missions in the Middle East as a wing commander, had never encountered such a terrible situation before, but he had no way out.

"Everyone, enter supersonic mode. We need to quickly advance to the enemy's vicinity."

"Yes."

Thirty-one F-35 fighter jets entered supersonic speeds, reaching a maximum speed of Mach 1.6, but this speed could only be maintained for less than three minutes.

Naoki Hanyu, of course, guessed the enemy aircraft's intentions through radar, and he did not intend to give them a chance to get close.

"Launch AIM-120D air-to-air missiles."

"clear."

Thirty-one AIM missiles were thus launched, targeting the enemy. The AIM is a very advanced air-to-air missile with active radar guidance and "fire-and-forget" capability.

Japan's radar network gave Naoki Hanyu confidence; with multiple radar waveform corrections, it was difficult for him to miss.

"Drip drip drip"

"Our side has been locked onto by the air defense radar."

"31 missiles have been detected."

Matthew knew very well that at this distance, his side had no chance of escape. The only way to win was to close in and counterattack. Even if they couldn't defeat the enemy, they had to make them pay the price.

"All troops, prepare for battle!"

Soon after, nearly 30 brilliant fireballs appeared like a gift for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only three fighter jets managed to withstand the first wave of attacks using various means. The distance between the two sides was now only 30 kilometers, barely reaching the range of infrared missiles.

One of the lucky ones, Captain Matthew, was in great pain. His men, his brothers, had almost all died in just a few minutes, and he had no intention of living.

"YMCA, I'll fight you to the death!"

Three fighter jets rushed towards the enemy aircraft like moths to a flame, then turned into fireballs and crashed to the ground.

In just over ten minutes, a squadron that had deployed most of its fighter jets vanished into thin air, which truly frightened everyone.

At this moment, two other fighter wings were also very close: America's 18th Fighter Wing was 80 kilometers away, and Japan's Central Air Wing was 120 kilometers away.

They were originally there to support the 35th Fighter Wing, but as soon as the missiles were launched, all their friendly forces were wiped out.

One missile after another was dodged by Naoki Hanyu's air force squadron, which then sped towards the enemy, and the AIM-120D missiles were launched again.

Faced with a situation where they could only take hits and could not fight back, the two air forces began to waver.

Until their superiors issued different orders, America's Air Force Commander Joseph knew that even at a distance of 80 kilometers, there was still a chance to retreat to the Tokyo air defense zone.

However, while the aircraft might be preserved, what about the bases? With the infrared systems disabled, the various land, sea, and air bases would be like defenseless young women, and the YMCA's vindictive nature is well known.

"Join our allies in an attack."

America gave a terrible order.

On the other side, the commander of the Japanese Air Force also considered a desperate battle, but Mamoru Mizuno became a master of micromanagement and directly issued orders without going through the Air Force Command.

In his mind, what did it matter if America's fighter jets were destroyed? It wasn't his business anyway. But if Japan's fighter jets were destroyed, it would be a different story. He would probably have to commit seppuku, let alone bow down.

Just as the 18th Fighter Wing was about to launch a desperate charge, the Central Air Regiment suddenly changed direction and fled north.

"Neon, you bunch of bastards."

Air Force Commander Joseph was filled with hatred, but he had no other choice.

"The 18th Regiment is retreating."

"Commander, is it possible for us to escape?"

"Colonel, please carry out the order."

"Yes"

Unfortunately, their defeat was catastrophic. Could they really escape back to Tokyo's air defense perimeter, or even rendezvous with the 14th Wing at Aomori Air Base in the north?

More than 60 fighter jets fled north. Faced with the enemy's continuous missile attacks, their formation was in disarray. They could not even maintain their formation, let alone fight back in an orderly manner. Joseph was furious and helpless in the command post. He regretted ordering the retreat.

But what else could they do but retreat? The 35th Regiment was a prime example; they would be utterly crushed if their numbers were equal.

The only options now are close combat or using aircraft to deplete the enemy's ammunition.

"Boom boom boom boom boom"

Fireworks lit up the sky, and screams echoed throughout.

"No, I don't want to die."

"Eject, eject quickly."

Pilots ejected from the cockpit one by one; if they were even a few seconds slower, they would be hit.

Thus, a large number of fighter jets turned into fireballs and fell from the sky. Witnesses in cities along the way saw this scene, including Nagoya in Aichi Prefecture, Shizuoka City in Shizuoka Prefecture, and the area around Mount Fuji in Yamanashi Prefecture.

Videos documented the losses suffered by the Japanese Air Force, with a total of 53 aircraft shot down.

The last pilot of the 18th Wing was in despair. His wing had died in a humiliating defeat because of the retreat, and he himself was locked on by a missile. He closed his eyes in despair.

"Brothers, I've come to see you."

"boom"

The imagined pain did not occur; the pilot opened his eyes to find that he had been intercepted by an anti-aircraft missile.

Radar showed anti-aircraft missiles launching one after another, the fastest of which even broke the hypersonic barrier.

"Patriot System".

The pilot, now back to life, no longer spoke of sorrow and flew north under the cover of air defense systems such as the Patriot system.

After the air battle ended, of the three air force formations and 92 F-35s, only 7 survived by flying north.

In the YMCA Air Force Squadron, Naoki Hanyu was frustrated that he couldn't wipe them all out.

He could see a large number of fighter jets approaching from 800 kilometers away in the neon radar system; they were probably America's air force stationed in Aomori Prefecture.

"53 planes, I really want to eat them up too."

Unfortunately, Naoki Hanyu didn't have time for another round. One air battle had depleted 8% of his air-to-air missiles, but he still had some air-to-ground bombs and missiles left.

"Since the American Navy dares to meddle in other people's business, let's make an example of you."

Naoki Hanyu looked towards the Yokosuka Naval Base 150 kilometers away. "You just launched a missile. This was clearly an air force showdown, and you insisted on getting involved. Don't blame me for making an example of you."

The fighter jets flew directly to the right, causing tension to rise in all three command headquarters.

"The YMCA's goal is Yokosuka Port."

At this moment, two cruisers and five destroyers are docked in Yokosuka Harbor, but no aircraft carrier.

(End of this chapter)