I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

As soon as Zhou Weiguo finished speaking, he maneuvered the fighter jet slowly closer to the U-2.

"Wow, your helmet is so cool, I've never seen anything like it... Oh my god! Dude, you're crazy! You're way too close—!"

The exclamations on the radio abruptly ceased.

Zhou Weiguo looked at the sky beside him, which had suddenly become empty, and his face lit up with joy. The huge U-2 had been stored in his spatial storage.

"This kid's pretty wary, he made me waste ages arguing with him." He muttered to himself, then immediately changed course and continued to chase after Tian Zao's flight path.

Little did he know that just 140 kilometers away, on a US destroyer on a routine patrol, a radar operator was intently watching the screen with a serious expression.

"Reporting, sir!" The radar operator jumped to his feet and saluted. "Unidentified flying object signal detected 140 kilometers to the northwest, traveling at approximately Mach 1.5, rapidly moving due south!"

The captain, who was leisurely smoking a cigar, was taken aback upon hearing this. He immediately threw away the cigar and rushed to the radar screen to take a closer look.

He frowned and turned to the vice-captain beside him: "John, could it be one of our navy's new fighter jets? But wait, there's no IFF signal. Could it be the Russian MiG-19s with afterburners on?"

"No, sir."

The radar operator firmly retorted, "The radar echo characteristics of the MiG-19 are completely inconsistent with this target. I have never seen such a peculiar signal response. I suspect this is a new type of fighter jet."

"Are you sure?" The captain's expression instantly turned serious.

"Yes, sir, I guarantee it with my professional ethics."

Without further hesitation, the captain turned to the communications officer and ordered, "Immediately contact the USS Ranger and report that we have detected what appears to be a new enemy aircraft. Our firepower is simply insufficient to intercept it; any further action will have to rely on the carrier strike group."

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the aircraft carrier USS Ranger, a radio operator rushed to the captain: "Captain Charles! We just received an urgent message from the destroyer USS Lawrence. An unknown enemy aircraft has been spotted 300 kilometers northwest of our ship, flying due south at Mach 1.5. They suspect it is a new type of enemy fighter."

Oh my god!

The first mate exclaimed, his face filled with incredulous excitement, "Is it Christmas today? We've actually stumbled upon the Bear's new plane! Charles, we have to keep it! This is a huge achievement!"

A flicker of elation flashed in Captain Charles's eyes. He slammed his hand on the control panel: "Take off in a mixed formation immediately! Send four—no, eight! Four F-4Bs, two RA-5Cs, and two A3Ds. They must intercept this aircraft! Also, immediately calculate the enemy aircraft's flight path and find out if there are any other ships nearby!"

A moment later, the intelligence officer reported: "Captain! Calculations show that the cruiser USS Boston is on standby 150 kilometers to the east of the enemy aircraft. The USS Boston has just sent an early warning, confirming the location of the target."

Captain Charles burst into laughter: "Hahaha! This truly lives up to that old saying from Xia Kingdom... 'He who would choose the path to heaven will not take it, and who would choose the path to hell will not open it!' Excellent! The 'Boston' is the only cruiser in our fleet equipped with 'Bronze Knight' long-range air-to-air missiles! Immediately order the 'Boston' to establish radio communication with the enemy aircraft, demanding they identify themselves and leave their course. If they refuse to cooperate, they are permitted to open fire and sink them! If we can salvage any wreckage, that would be an even greater bonus!"

At this moment, Zhou Weiguo was leaning back in his chair, flipping through the sketchbook he carried with him to pass the time, completely unaware that he had been targeted by an American carrier strike group. An aircraft carrier, a destroyer, a cruiser, plus eight fighter jets rapidly approaching from 8 kilometers away—an invisible net was quietly closing in on him.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

A static crackled across the public radio channel, followed by a harsh English warning: "USS Boston, Seventh Fleet cruiser, is calling for unidentified aircraft! Identify yourself immediately and disengage from your current course, or we will launch a missile attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Weiguo's fighter jet's radar warning light suddenly started beeping rapidly, with the frequency increasing.

Zhou Weiguo was startled by the sudden warning, and it took him a moment to realize that the other party was speaking to him. "Good heavens, the fire control radar has locked onto me? Are they taking me for a fool?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he abruptly pressed down on the control lever.

The Harrier jet performed a beautiful barrel roll maneuver with a 7G overload, and Zhou Weiguo immediately activated the electronic jamming system.

In an instant, the radar screen of the USS Boston was filled with more than a dozen false targets. The radar operator on the bridge exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my God! What is this? Unbelievable! Is this the most advanced electronic warfare technology of the Russians?"

Zhou Weiguo was fantasizing about the enemy's reaction when they saw his radar—would they be so scared they wet themselves? Suddenly, eight rapidly approaching red dots popped up on his HUD… A formation of American fighter jets had arrived.

Looking at the eight red dots on the HUD, Zhou Weiguo wasn't worried at all.

"I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, but you've come knocking on my door first."

Zhou Weiguo sneered, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for playing with you."

He jerked the control stick, and the fighter jet climbed again, soaring to an altitude of 15,000 meters... This is the edge of the service ceiling for most fighter jets in the current era, which can greatly limit the enemy's maneuverability.

Zhou Weiguo quickly analyzed the battlefield situation: In 1957, the number of American carrier-based aircraft was limited. Judging from the radar response and the speed of the enemy, the four at the front were most likely F-4B Phantom fighters.

This thing can reach a maximum speed of Mach 2.3, making it a "speed monster" among current fighter jets.

The last two aircraft in the formation, given the US's operational practices, are most likely reconnaissance and electronic support aircraft.

Sure enough, not long after, four fighter jets, suspected to be F-4Bs, suddenly split into two pairs and flanked the enemy from both sides like hungry wolves, attempting to form a pincer attack.

"Unidentified fighter jet, I am 'Asuka,' a pilot from the United States' Seventh Fleet."

The other side's communication came through again, the tone oppressive: "We have eight fighter jets surrounding you. Abandon futile resistance. Immediately change course, shut down your fire control radar, and follow me to the designated landing area... This is your only chance!"

周为国紧盯着雷达上不断缩短的距离，口中默默计数：「35、34、33……30！」当最后一架敌机进入30公里範围时，他毫不犹豫地按下了飞弹发射按钮。

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