Changkong Fighter

Chapter 264 I'll Kill You!
The missile launched by the chick had barely flown a short distance when it was struck by a laser on its control surface. The servo was shattered, and the entire missile lost control, performing an uninterruptible Brownian maneuver. Ultimately, it self-destructed due to the loss of control, exploding into a fireball with a bang.

Two PL-10 missiles launched by comrades detached from their wingtip pylons and flew toward the locked crystals. These smaller crystals immediately turned their cannons and opened fire on the incoming missiles.

A PL10 was hit by a pulsed laser, but the PL10's surface coating blocked the damage from the pulsed laser; only the guidance head lens was blinded by the laser.

After losing its infrared seeker, the PL10's AI automatically switched to its internal passive seeker and then crashed into the nearest crystal pillar.

Boom!

Wow!

Two PL-10 missiles destroyed two crystal pillars, but this also meant that all their medium-range and close-range missiles were exhausted, and the remaining battle could only be fought with machine guns.

The remaining two crystal pillars moved continuously in the air, emitting pulsed lasers, then continued to move and emit them again, just like a drone executing a pre-programmed sequence.

The pulsed lasers continued to sweep towards the J-15S piloted by the chick, and the skin coating of the aircraft was almost completely worn away. The remaining two J-15s tried to attack the crystal pillar with their machine guns, but it was difficult to hit the target with such a small impact area.

Thump thump thump! Click click
The little chicken pulled the trigger again, and the GSH30-1 cannon's ammunition was emptied!

"No more machine guns!" The little chicken's heart sank.

"Where is the enemy?" The radar officer in the back seat kept scanning the surroundings, but couldn't find any trace of the Type 2 aircraft.

"I don't know! Did it run away?" the chick said uncertainly, but a bad feeling crept into its heart.

During the brief exchange of fire, everyone's attention was drawn to the small aircraft deployed by the other side. In the blink of an eye, they found that the enemy had disappeared. Whether they had made a stealth escape or were looking for an opportunity to ambush them, they had no idea.

But the opponent is like an assassin in the shadows. No matter how vigilant you are, you may be ambushed in the chaotic battlefield. It's impossible to defend against them!
The presence of a potentially unseen enemy nearby immediately increased their psychological pressure.

Chasing after the nimble crystal, Fat Fish felt that the other party was as difficult to deal with as a mudfish. Pufferfish chased after another crystal, and then the chicken, which had run out of ammunition, could only make a feint attack. Looking at the machine that was constantly leaking oil, it felt deeply helpless.

However, it doesn't matter, friendly forces will arrive soon! After all, this place is very close to the base, and the fighter jets that take off can reach the battlefield in no time.

Unseen by them, the stealthy Type 2 watched them like an assassin, its squid eyes fixed on the entangled enemy with disdain.

As elites who emerge from the promotion ceremony, they must ruthlessly slaughter the weak! Even if mission execution takes priority, the weak must be eliminated first!
The tentacles control the console, searching for the most suitable attack angle, preparing to shoot down these aircraft with high-energy lasers.

Within eyes that can see almost the entire spectrum, these alien civilization's spacecraft appear quite "crude," with an unusually chaotic spectrum. They use tentacles to regulate the vehicle's energy system, channeling energy to the main weapon on the nose of the aircraft.

The laser generator focuses energy, and as the energy focuses, the heat also increases, which is then captured by the IRST at the bow of the J-15S.

"Enemy attack!" Without further ado, the moment the heat source was detected, the J-15S pulled back on the stick and tried its best to avoid the laser beam. However, lasers are not something that can be dodged at will. The J-15S only managed to turn its nose to the side before the laser beam pierced straight towards it.

Swish!
The crimson laser traversed a mere 5 kilometers in the blink of an eye, illuminating the right side of the J-15S's fuselage. The wing skin coating rapidly evaporated under the laser's irradiation. It was precisely because of the anti-beam coating that the J-15S was able to withstand the attack for an extra 2 seconds, allowing the aircraft to successfully break through the laser's attack envelope.

Then the little chicken felt the control stick was incredibly heavy. Turning its head, it saw that the entire left wing was completely red. The servo was malfunctioning, the skin was slowly softening, and the fuel inside the wing spars was at risk of igniting at any moment due to contact with the air.

"parachute!"

At this point, the wing fuel tanks were like time bombs, ready to explode at any moment, and I had to eject!

"Yes!"

The rocket ejected the cockpit canopy of the J-15T with a bang, and the radar officer in the back seat adjusted his posture and pulled the parachute mechanism in front of him.

Whoosh! The rocket seat activated, the radar officer in the back seat was ejected, and then the little chicken in the front seat followed.

Two parachutes unfurled in the sky. In the sea breeze, the two pilots from Dongda University turned to look at the battlefield. At the same time, they were extremely grateful that the target of this attack was them. They had no ammunition or missiles. Being shot down could be considered as drawing fire for their comrades. They still had machine guns and could continue to fight.

Seeing their comrades shot down, the remaining two Flying Sharks faced a 2-on-3 predicament. Based on the information obtained from the current confrontation with the alien civilization, these two crystals, which can move freely like swimming fish, are like a variant of Type 1. Moreover, a Type 2 not only has a shield system, but can also carry 4 Type 1s. This is the first time that the alien civilization has revealed a special type of machine since the start of the conflict, and it has been put to good use.

We absolutely cannot let this aircraft escape! This was the only thought on the minds of the remaining two J-15 pilots! The deployment of such fighter jets is always for important missions, just like the deployment of Ginkgo Leaf by the University of Tokyo.

Fight!

Ignoring the threat of the two crystals, Fatfish charged toward Type 2, unleashing all its remaining defensive decoy flares and flooding the rear hemisphere of the mech with defensive jamming flares. Fatfish charged headlong toward Type 2, which was cooling down after firing, pulled the trigger, and fired all the remaining machine guns in the magazine.

Amidst the clanging and banging, the Type 2 shield blocked a few armor-piercing rounds, and then a machine gun shot at the mech, which was blocked by the external armor.

Fat Fish pushed the throttle valve to its maximum, and the two WS-10H engines entered AB mode. The exhaust nozzles widened and emitted long plumes of flame, propelling the fighter jet toward the Type 2!

"I'll fuck you!"

Fat Fish gripped the control stick tightly, his eyes fixed on the Type 2 fighter jet in front of him. Their mission was to intercept the enemy, and now that they had run out of ammunition, the fighter jet was their last missile!
This is a tradition of the University of Tokyo! It's also an honor for soldiers!
The squid, driving type 2, looked at the "weakling" with some surprise. Instead of running away, it chose to charge at him.
Under its control, the two crystals rapidly shifted in the air, shooting deadly pulse laser beams at the fat fish.

After the pulsed laser passed through the aerosol defense zone, it was greatly weakened. However, as more and more pulsed lasers were emitted and the defense zone became thinner and thinner, when the first laser beam hit the J15T fuselage, the skin was burned with holes. Subsequently, more lasers hit the fuselage, and the fighter jet continued to explode. Finally, amidst the fat fish's unwilling roar, it fell downwards.

(End of this chapter)