Changkong Fighter

Chapter 244 New Fighter Jets
After several rounds of sweeping operations, the alien biological weapons surrounding the Ryukyu Todai military base port have been cleared out. Meanwhile, Japan is still clearing out the enemies that fell into Kyushu Island, reportedly having beaten human brains into dog brains.

The University of Tokyo simply observed the situation, ensuring it remained under control, and had no intention of intervening.

A steel behemoth, resembling a floating city, slowly approached the dock, propelled by barges. Finally, its hull made contact with the rubber tires on the dock, producing a slight sound, and the Liaoning docked.

Then the ship's power was supplied from the outside, and the crew began to go ashore to rest.

Inside the hangar, wing commander Zhang Jun looked at the three J-15T fighter jets with identical paint schemes, designs, and even serial numbers. He felt it was somewhat absurd, yet it was indeed a reality that a pilot had been assigned three fighter jets.

Then, several technicians in civilian clothes were seen checking the condition of the fighter jets.

Speaking of which, Comrade Liu Jun is really on a rocket-like trajectory. Not long ago, he made another announcement, and once again let the whole country know how this "Superman of the Republic" broke through the alien fleet's interception and sank the enemy's flagship. If Liu Jun hadn't been fighting on the front line, he probably would have been on TV for an interview.

"How's the preparation going?" the regimental commander asked, looking at Song Xizhu as he approached.

"Commander, we are ready to launch an attack at any time."

"Alright, you should rest too."

"clear."

Song Xizhu did not refuse the corps commander's suggestion. After all, people are not machines, and long hours of high-intensity work would be tiring for her. It would be a good opportunity to get off the ship and get some fresh air. In addition, she heard that Liu Jun was also at the base, so she would go and see him.

Inside the Dongda military base, Liu Jun vented his frustration on the treadmill. Half a month! A full half month! He had been on the ground, unable to break free from the constraints of gravity.

His comrades-in-arms went up into the sky every day to fight and eliminate the enemy, while he could only watch!

Feeling increasingly frustrated, Liu Jun turned the treadmill to its highest speed and started running on it. The others who were doing basic training nearby stopped what they were doing and watched the "beast" running wildly on the treadmill.

"As expected of the Deep Blue Eagle, it easily accomplished what we could not."

"With that kind of physical fitness, no wonder he didn't pass out after being subjected to a 15G overload!"

However, while Liu Jun was running wildly in the gym, Song Xizhu was carrying a basket of apples and holding carnations in her hands, walking towards the ward in the base hospital. According to internal data, Liu Jun needed to recuperate in the hospital ward after the parachute jump.

"Ok?"

When Song Xizhu reached the door of the ward, she suddenly stopped and saw a familiar face.

He Xiaoxi gently knocked on the ward door, and then, as if by some kind of telepathic connection between women, the two women looked at each other.

For a moment, the entire corridor was filled with a sense of oppression.

The soldiers recuperating nearby quickly evaded the radar, as if they were being scanned by a fighter jet.
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call!
I went for a run to my heart's content, took a shower, and just changed my clothes. Before I could even go back to my ward to report to the doctor, the squadron leader called me to the Liaoning.

"report!"

"At ease."

The squadron leader, Zhang Jun, stepped forward and patted Liu Jun on the shoulder. This deep-blue eagle still belongs to the Liaoning aircraft carrier, and now the eagle has finally returned home.

"This is a private occasion. We've delivered fighter jets to you. You've been wasting too many fighters, so we're sending you three this time." "Three?!"

Liu Jun said with some surprise, then looked at the three fighter jets in the hangar. They were all identical, and the serial number was also [189], which was the serial number of the fighter jet he had first flown.

"Yes, and also, I brought you some things. I didn't have time to celebrate with you, but you're a major now."

Zhang Jun looked at Liu Jun with some emotion. When he first saw Liu Jun's information, he was still a lieutenant. How long has it been? He has already reached the rank of field officer.

Taking the document handed to him by the wing commander, and seeing the colonel-level rank on it, his face immediately fell: "Wing Commander, I have no experience in commanding air combat."

"Don't worry, the higher-ups thought of this long ago and have assigned you two special teammates."

Liu Jun followed the wing commander toward the innermost area of ​​the hangar, where he saw two fighter jets under a three-colored plastic sheet, which looked much smaller than his J-15T.

The wing commander gestured for Liu Jun to come forward and take a look. Liu Jun pulled back the three-colored plastic sheet and saw that it was a fighter jet that he had seen before and was somewhat familiar with—the Dark Sword UAV. However, this fighter jet seemed to have some minor modifications. It was equipped with more EODAS windows, which made it more situational awareness, and it also had a vector nozzle at the tail.

"Dark Sword?"

"The Dark Sword high-mobility version provides you with an unmanned wingman that is highly intelligent and integrated. You don't have to worry about your teammates not keeping up with you, and you can even sacrifice a vehicle to save the king in critical moments."

Liu Jun roughly understood what it meant. The superiors were worried that if other pilots were assigned as squad members, they wouldn't be able to keep up with his pace. This was also a conclusion reached by AI after analyzing the data.

Take the Type 3 attack at 300 meters altitude to the Ryukyu Islands as an example. If it were any other pilot, they might not have made it back. It would be better to have Liu Jun and the drones form a manned-unmanned combined combat unit to complete missions that are difficult for ordinary pilots to accomplish.

With great responsibility comes great ability. For the battles to come, we need "heroic units" like Liu Jun.

However, one problem remains unresolved: the Liaoning still uses a ski-jump launch system for taking off and landing carrier-based aircraft, and the Fujian, equipped with electromagnetic catapults, will not be able to achieve combat capability until at least 2026.

"Commander, do we have a difficult mission?"

Liu Jun thought for a moment and asked, "This time, the Liaoning was sent along with its accompanying ships. On the way here, I also saw two Type 055 destroyers, four Type 052D destroyers, six Type 054 destroyers, and three replenishment ships."

The combined forces of these fleets are capable of destroying a nation! Even a medium-sized country cannot withstand a fleet of this caliber; the vertical launch units of these warships alone could cripple a country.

"To keep the aliens in check and relieve some pressure on the Americans."

For ordinary pilots, Squadron Commander Zhang Jun wouldn't say these things, but Liu Jun is a very special pilot. His aircraft has almost 120 kills, including two Type 3 aircraft. There is some intelligence that can be revealed to him.

"understood."

No wonder they sent the Liaoning aircraft carrier; it's to help the Americans share some of the risks. I imagine the Americans must have promised the University of Tokyo some benefits. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

"When do we leave?"

"Three days later, once the Liaoning has been resupplyed, it will depart."

After the wing commander finished speaking, Liu Jun turned to look at the fighter jets in the hangar, finally able to escape gravity.

(End of this chapter)