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

With four soft "buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz," the four AIM-9M short-range missiles under the wings of the Harrier fighter jet detached from their pylons one after another, their orange-red tail flames drawing four dazzling bright lines in the high sky as they headed straight for their target.

These four AIM-9M missiles employed advanced active radar guidance technology, making them a truly "disruptive" weapon in 1957.

Meanwhile, the F-4B fighter jets in the distance, due to the technological gap, were completely unable to recognize this new guidance signal with their radar warning systems. The pilots were still chatting while staring at the clouds outside the porthole, completely unaware that death was rapidly approaching.

"Oh, everyone, look! What's that?!"

The F-4B lead pilot finally spotted the high-speed missile, but before he could even utter a cry of alarm, the entire aircraft was precisely hit by the missile and instantly turned into a fireball.

It's important to understand that the F-4B was approaching at Mach 2.3, while the AIM-9M missile was flying at Mach 2.5, bringing the relative speed between the two to nearly Mach 5. Add to that the cloud cover and the complacency stemming from the 8-to-1 numerical advantage, and the outcome of this engagement was already predetermined.

The subsequent pilots didn't even have time to send out distress signals before the second, third, and fourth fighter jets were hit by missiles one after another.

Within just over ten seconds, all four F-4Bs exploded and crashed, and half of the eight red dots on Zhou Weiguo's HUD went out instantly.

Inside the command center of the aircraft carrier USS Ranger, Captain Charles's face turned deathly pale.

The radar operator reported, his voice trembling, "Sir, it seems the enemy launched an unidentified missile, and its range definitely exceeds 25 kilometers. Our fighter jets had no time to react and were shot down!"

The pilots of the remaining four fighter jets completely panicked. They frantically pushed the stick to perform evasive maneuvers without any strategy, while releasing a large number of chaff and infrared decoys.

After struggling for several minutes, seeing that no missiles were coming, they managed to calm themselves down and then, with the A3D fighters as the vanguard, readjusted their formation and approached Zhou Weiguo.

Zhou Weiguo frowned slightly as he looked at the warning message on the radar.

His expression hardened, and he decisively shut down the onboard radar and switched to infrared search mode. The infrared imaging system of the AV-8B+ Harrier fighter was practically a bug on the battlefield in 1957. Even if the enemy activated electronic jamming, its engine exhaust could be clearly detected from 40 kilometers away.

He piloted his fighter jet down and stealthily approached the target under the cover of the clouds.

The distance was reduced from 40 kilometers to 20 kilometers, then to 15 kilometers, until the outline of the enemy aircraft clearly appeared on the infrared display. Only then did he pull the stick sharply and climb, suddenly emerging from the clouds.

"Target spotted! It's there!" The enemy plane's public channel had barely rang out when Zhou Weiguo pressed the launch button.

Two AIM-9M missiles, trailing orange-red plumes of flame, hurtled straight toward their target.

This missile, capable of attacking from all directions, had a performance advantage that was overwhelming compared to the early missiles used by the US military at the time, which could only attack from the rear.

The nose of the first A3D was directly destroyed by the missile, and the fuselage plummeted straight into the sea like a kite with a broken string; the second one tried to roll to avoid it, but was precisely hit in the engine compartment by the missile and instantly exploded into a cloud of black smoke.

Seeing their comrades being shot down one after another, the remaining two enemy planes immediately turned around, wishing they could floor the throttle and desperately try to escape.

"Trying to run now? Too late!"

Zhou Weiguo sneered. At this point, the two sides were less than 5 kilometers apart. Even if the other side managed to escape with high-speed afterburner, they would not be able to escape the missile's range.

He first used his spatial abilities to reload the fighter jet's pylons with missiles, then pushed the throttle to maximum and chased after it like an arrow released from a bow.

As the distance closed, Zhou Weiguo finally saw the type of aircraft clearly: two RA-5C tactical reconnaissance and attack aircraft.

To his surprise, neither of the two aircraft was carrying any missiles; they were completely "naked."

"Are these two just here to join in the fun?" He couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated.

Once locked on by radar, the two RA-5Cs completely lost their composure, performing various high-difficulty evasive maneuvers in the air, resembling an aerial acrobatics performance.

Logically speaking, the RA-5C's speed and service ceiling are no less than those of the Harrier fighter jet, but at this point the pilot was already terrified, his movements were distorted, and he could not fully utilize the aircraft's performance.

Zhou Weiguo was too lazy to waste any more missiles, so he directly activated the GAU-12/U five-barrel Gatling gun on the left side of the fighter jet.

"Rat-a-tat-tat........." 25mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds poured out like a torrential rain, instantly hitting the engine of the left-side RA-5C.

With a piercing explosion, the fighter jet plummeted into the sea, trailing a long plume of black smoke.

The pilot of the other RA-5C seemed to think that Zhou Weiguo's missiles had run out, so he pushed the throttle to the limit, trying to escape by using his speed advantage.

Zhou Weiguo also lost patience with teasing his opponent and gently pressed the missile launch button. An AIM-9M missile was launched instantly, accurately hitting the wing of the RA-5C, and a violent explosion resounded through the sky.

"Damn it! What kind of monster fighter jet is that?! My eight fighter jets! Eight of them! This is absolutely impossible!"

Inside the bridge of the USS Ranger, Captain Charles stared at the disappearing red dots on the radar screen, trembling with rage, and slammed his fist on the command console.

Just then, a panicked distress call came over the radio from the captain of the USS Boston: "Sir! That damned Soviet fighter is rapidly approaching our ship! Requesting immediate air support! Our radar can't lock onto it! Requesting support! Repeat, requesting support!"

Zhou Weiguo had no intention of leaving... This "fly" that kept locking onto him with radar had to be swatted first.

He glanced at the distance on the radar and found that the two sides were less than 20 kilometers apart. Without hesitation, he immediately launched two AGM-65 Maverick air-to-ground missiles.

In 1957, a missile with television guidance capability was like an adult bullying a child when it came to dealing with large surface ships.

After confirming that the missile launch trajectory was correct, Zhou Weiguo stopped paying attention to the "Boston" behind him, and suddenly maneuvered his fighter jet to complete a high-angle maneuver, turning around and continuing to chase after Tian Zao.

Behind him, two Maverick missiles, like precise hunters, headed straight for the bridge and ammunition depot of the USS Boston.

The crew of the cruiser watched helplessly as two bright spots shrouded in smoke drew closer and closer, unable to make any effective interception, and could only watch their deaths descend in despair.

The first loud explosion occurred on the bridge, and the command center was instantly destroyed by the missile, killing the captain and a number of command personnel on the spot.

The second explosion was even more violent, detonating the ammunition magazine. The massive shockwave even lifted the ship, weighing thousands of tons, slightly above the water before slamming it back into the sea.

The deck of the USS Boston began to list rapidly, and thick smoke and flames engulfed the entire warship. Crew members jumped overboard to escape, and the once majestic cruiser quickly turned into a fireball floating on the sea.