Changkong Fighter

Chapter 262 Alien Special Equipment

The J-15T carries a limited number of missiles. After reserving one PL-15A and one PL-10 as spare munitions, the four J-4Ts circled in the air, visually observing the damage caused by the missiles.

The first PL-15A missile, propelled by a solid rocket engine, flew toward the sea surface. Its seeker firmly locked onto the interference source on the sea surface, and its speed increased. Behind the PL-15A were four PL-10 air-to-air missiles.

With the depletion of the stockpile of older infrared missiles like the PL11A, the main missile types now used by the naval aviation are the PL12A and PL15A, both developed by the National Naval Academy of Sciences. These missiles have a long range, high power, and a joint guidance system.

As for the PL10, the Flying Shark, firing its air-to-air missiles from a high position, can definitely hit the enemy.

The attack by the four Flying Shark missiles involved first striking the enemy with PL-15A missiles, which had a high probability of damaging them, while the PL-10 missiles would then finish off the enemy after their optical camouflage and infrared suppression systems were destroyed.

The pilot could clearly see the flight path left by the PL15A in the air. Driven by the servo motor, it did not require secondary ignition of the two-dimensional pulse engine. After launch, it maintained a large arc and fell downwards.

15km away
10km away
The chick watched as the missile hurtled downwards. Under the chick's watchful eye, just as the missile was about to hit its target, it suddenly seemed to hit something and exploded with a bang.

More than a dozen missiles exploded in the air one after another. Then, the alien spacecraft that was skimming the sea removed its optical camouflage and quickly climbed to a higher altitude, charging menacingly toward the flying shark. Even without engaging in combat, Little Chicken could sense the alien pilot's murderous intent from the spacecraft's movements!
The chick pilots the fighter jet and fly towards the enemy. At this time, they cannot back down. The pilots here are all elites from the Liaoning aircraft carrier. Four against one, at least in air combat, they have an absolute numerical advantage.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, it looks like a shield system!" the weapons officer in the back seat said uncertainly.

"Type 2 has a shield?"

"possible."

"grass"

Seeing the Type 2 rushing towards them, Chicken couldn't help but curse. They had fought Type 2s before, but the Type 2 piloted by Octopus didn't have any shields! At most, its attacks were a bit stronger. Now, it actually had a shield, and it had even withstood more than ten missiles!
This particular Type 2 had intricate fluorescent patterns on its surface, unlike any Type 2 encountered before. It resembled a special-purpose aircraft, something the military generally disliked. The military prioritizes stability and mass production; performance only needs to meet requirements, not excessive performance at a high price.

The aliens attacked them with a special machine that looked like a Type 2, but whose interior was something completely different, which also proved that this enemy was definitely carrying important intelligence.

Even if the opponent is a special type 2, they are still flying the latest and most advanced fighter jets from Tokyo University, the J-15T and J-15S. They are all aircraft, and even if they can't beat you, they will still ram you down, just like the Sea and Air Guardians did back then!
The narrow road meets the brave to win!

Flying face-to-face, the distance was rapidly closing. The little chick, tense, gripped the control stick slightly and whispered to the radar officer in the back seat, "This enemy is a bit tough. See you at the Martyrs' Cemetery!"

"See you at the Martyrs' Cemetery. It'll be a good opportunity to report on our naval development to the 'Guardians of the Sea and Air'," the radar officer said nonchalantly.

Anyway, the J-15S is a two-seat fighter jet, so even if one pilot is killed, the other pilot can continue to fight.

"It's coming!"

The chick kept a close eye on the distance to the IRST target, and the only remaining PL15 was launched, a final weight reduction before the two sides entered combat.

The other pilots and the chicks had the same idea: to launch the last PL-15 missile on their racks before the two sides engaged in combat.

Four PL-15 missiles hurtled head-on towards the Type 2 special-purpose aircraft, its surface shimmering with strange patterns. At a distance of ten meters, the warheads activated, unleashing a barrage of lethal particles. Then, at a distance of five meters, the missiles struck the aircraft's shield system. The pale blue barrier blocked the four missiles, but after intercepting so many, the alien spacecraft's shield system clearly showed signs of energy depletion, becoming less stable than before.

It makes sense, though. Type 3 can easily withstand missile attacks, mainly because of its size. Its internal energy system is large enough to support the shield, while a Type 2 aircraft of this size cannot possibly have a large energy system.

If the yield is sufficient, it can definitely overload the enemy's shield system; it's just that they don't have enough missiles.

"Lure it up there, then let the HQ-16 shoot it down!"

Although the two sides are flying face to face and about to have a direct confrontation, and the pilots are prepared to fight to the end, air combat is not just a game of chess. Since this place is close to Guam, Dongda has the advantage.

"understand!"

Needless to say, the pilots present all knew what they were supposed to do.

The little chicken kept a close eye on the distance of the special type 2 in the head-aiming system and kept estimating the range of the opponent's laser weapon in its mind. Considering that the opponent was a special type machine, it suddenly pulled up its nose outside the optimal range, acting as bait to sell its six o'clock position, and continuously sprayed anti-beam decoy flares to provide opportunities for its comrades.

Puff puff!
A series of resin particles spread a defensive band behind the J-15S. The J-15S climbed into the sky. The high-G maneuver pressed the little chicken firmly into the seat. His vision went black, blood was flung to his lower body, and his brain was on the verge of unconsciousness due to insufficient blood supply. He kept making facial muscle movements to prevent himself from losing consciousness.

[Maximum overload: 9G]

[Maximum overload: 10G]

The heavy breathing seemed to echo in his brain, and the AI's female voice rang in his ears. After struggling to make a move, the little chicken was lucky enough not to be dizzy from the strain. The pilot in the back seat was also in a bad mood and wondered how Liu Jun, that beast, could pull 15G and be fine.

Once visibility improved, the little chicken quickly maneuvered the J15T into an ascending barrel roll maneuver to avoid being hit by the enemy while flying in a straight line. During the barrel roll, it kept an eye on the rearview mirror, looking for the aircraft that had been left behind.

"Where is it?"

"I'm watching."

"I can't speak," the radar officer said laboriously, his eyes constantly scanning both sides.

"I didn't see it."

Just then, the radar officer was drawn to a scarlet laser beam below. The laser grazed the fuselage of a J-15T, and even with the deflection of the decoy flares, half of the J-15T's paint was burned off by the laser, and black smoke billowed from the aircraft.

"The coin-operated machine is damaged!"

"Damn it, it didn't follow!"

The chick frowned. This alien seemed to know their combat system very well and had no intention of going up into the sky to fight them.

(End of this chapter)