Genius is just the threshold for me!

Chapter 114 The Returning Heroes

"Alright! But if the enemy doesn't penetrate deeper, we can only manage one battle at this distance."

Lin Dong was already eager to try, and upon hearing this, he immediately controlled the drone to increase its altitude, preparing to circle over the other party.

"Then don't shoot down the AWACS. Those things are quite sensitive; once your radar locks on, your position will be revealed!"

"To take down an F-35C Lightning stealth fighter, its anti-radar capabilities aren't that strong. Your Hot Air model has some stealth design; laser attacks don't have a physical form. If you control the altitude and distance well, you can shoot it down without even knowing what shot it down!"

At this moment, Xu Ziming seemed to have thought of something and quickly reminded Lin Dong.

"clear!"

Lin Dong responded.

soon.

Hot Air flew to an altitude of 30,000 meters above the two enemy planes and began to adjust its angle to prepare for the final attack.

Considering the satellite communication delay of 2,000 kilometers, Lin Dong did not launch the attack himself.

Instead, it quickly input a series of attack commands, specifying the minimum attack altitude, the area to stop the attack, the attack location, the radar angle, and so on.

"Ground fighters have taken off, those two bastards are getting out of here!"

At this moment, Wang Xingguo received a message, and his expression became anxious, his fists clenching unconsciously.

"There's no escape."

Lin Dong shouted, typed out the last attack command, and pressed the Enter key heavily.

Rumbling--

On the big screen, the Hot Hot, which was originally hovering high in the sky, suddenly made a sharp turn.

The aircraft turned its nose around, activated its radar, and locked onto the F-35C Lightning fighter jets escorting it at an altitude of 10,000 meters below...

the other side.

The pilot of the F-35C Lightning fighter jet was reviewing flight and radar data over and over again when he suddenly noticed something and contacted the Hawkeye early warning aircraft that was in flight via radio.

"Hawkeye, their ground fighters have taken off. We have to return as soon as possible, or we'll be intercepted. My fuel is almost gone."

"Wait a minute, we haven't gone very deep in yet. We have one minute of free time. Let me look for this test fighter jet again... God, this fighter jet is really hard to find. It must be their latest stealth fighter."

"It wasn't that they hid well; they just left as soon as they saw us come in."

The Lightning pilot glanced at the sunset outside the porthole and started a 50-second countdown: "I've set the countdown. When the time is up, Hawkeye, you need to return to base immediately. Your speed isn't fast enough, so you'll easily get caught."

"Got it, buddy! I'm heading back when it's time. The good old nightlife is still waiting for us."

"Yes, that is indeed a wonderful place. We could..."

The Lightning pilot nodded with a look of reminiscence and agreement, but before he could finish speaking, a blinding red warning popped up on the fighter jet's DHU, and alarms sounded in his headset.

[Beep—Enemy locked! Enemy locked!]

"Oh shit, I'm locked on by radar! Help me find him!"

The pilot's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously moved the control stick with his right hand, then pushed the throttle stick and stepped on the rudder.

boom!

All operations are completed within half a second.

crunch--

The fuselage emitted a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

The fighter jet performed a leftward maneuver and dive, attempting to use gravity to accelerate and evade lock-on.

The pilot felt himself suddenly fly to the upper right, but the seatbelt that was tightened immediately brought him back to his seat.

A large amount of blood rushed to his upper right body, turning one side of his face bright red and the other side deep red.

"Hey buddy, which direction were you locked onto? I can't see the other person at all!"

In the headset, the eagle-eyed pilot's anxious shouts could be heard.

Because the radar launch angle was controlled, the Hawkeye early warning aircraft, located seven or eight kilometers away, was unable to detect the radar beam coming from above.

"superior……"

The Lightning pilot, enduring immense G-forces, gritted his teeth and forced out a single word with a pained expression.

call--

The fighter jet descended for about two seconds, successfully breaking free of the lock-on angle, and the warning on the DHU disappeared.

But before the Lightning pilot could truly breathe a sigh of relief, a new lock-on warning suddenly popped up again, along with a hit notification.

[The right wing has been hit! The right wing has been hit!]

"Shit! There are no missiles above you! There are no missiles above you!" Hawkeye pilot shouted anxiously in the headset.

"My wing has been attacked, I'm doomed..." Lightning pilot ignored Hawkeye pilot's shouts, his eyes wide with terror.

But he hadn't finished speaking.

With a loud bang, a fireball flashed past on the right.

The next instant, the entire fighter jet began to shake violently, and the smell of burning kerosene rushed into the cockpit.

"God!"

In the distance, the crew members of the Hawkeye early warning aircraft were all stunned when they saw the Lightning fighter jet suddenly catch fire and explode.

The next second, Hawkeye's pilot subconsciously looked up at the sky.

But in the vast blue sky, looking around, there wasn't a single shadow except for the setting sun.

Clearly, even with the pilot's eyesight, it would be impossible to see a five-meter-sized aircraft ten thousand meters away while looking upwards.

"Buddy, may God keep you safe..."

Upon seeing this, the eagle-eyed pilot no longer hesitated, offered a prayer, and quickly turned the plane around to return eastward.

"Shit!"

The Lightning pilot listened to the prayers in his headset and then saw Hawkeye returning to base.

He couldn't help but curse, and the next moment he pressed the emergency fire suppression button on the right wing, then manipulated the rudder and control stick to adjust the balance of the fuselage to prevent it from spinning out of control.

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was...

The mysterious attack from above destroyed his wing, and there was no second attack.

zizi——

It took more than ten seconds to stabilize the shaking of the aircraft, and before the Lightning pilot could even breathe a sigh of relief...

Suddenly, a static sound came through the headphones, followed by a very serious voice.

"Lightning! Lightning! This is the USS Washington! Enemy aircraft are approaching. You are ordered to return to base immediately! Return to base immediately!"

"Shit! The fuel tank on the right wing is leaking and could catch fire at any moment!"

The Lightning pilot's face immediately turned anxious: "Lightning can't hold out any longer to return to base. I must make an emergency landing first; otherwise, I'll crash into the sea and die!"

The F-35C fighter jet's flight range is only a little over two thousand kilometers.

Having traveled 1,600 kilometers from the aircraft carrier, even with aerial refueling on the way here, the remaining range is barely enough to support the return journey.

The original plan was to catch this test-flying fighter jet from Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, obtain detailed parameters, and then return. If the fuel was insufficient, they would land at Xiao Rizi Airport first.

But now that the right wing has been hit, a large amount of fuel has leaked out. In addition, the aerodynamic layout has been damaged, increasing fuel consumption for the same flight distance. He can no longer hold on and has to return to land.

"Lightning, this is an order. You have thirty seconds to return to base. Any later and you will be intercepted and captured by the enemy. We will send a ship to pick you up..."

"I'll have already fed the sharks by the time the ships arrive... Sir, you can't order me to commit suicide. If I die, my mother won't receive any compensation."

The fighter jets are under attack and cannot return to base; it's not that I want to disobey orders and missions!

The Lightning pilot refused without hesitation. Looking at the J-10 fighter jet that had already appeared in the distance, and then at the right wing that was once again engulfed in flames, he took a deep breath and said.

"Sir, the fighter jet is on fire again, I have to make an emergency landing... God help me!"

talking.

Without hesitation, the Lightning pilot immediately activated the emergency rescue code, then shut down the radar and maneuvered his fighter jet, trailing black smoke, wobbling forward...

"OK!"

In Laboratory 78, Wang Xingguo's "Hot Shot" aircraft descended to a lower altitude to take pictures. When he saw that the Lightning fighter jet's wing was damaged and it could not return, he couldn't help but jump up excitedly.

"Our carrier-based aircraft are in the final stages of development. Once this Lightning fighter makes an emergency landing, we must thoroughly inspect it inside and out for any hidden damage, and then repair it as much as possible."

Otherwise, just sending it back to the Americans would make us seem petty...

They were just talking.

Looking at the screen, his eyes welled up with tears again: "If only we had these fighter jets 11 years ago..."

"Engineer Wang, it's all in the past."

Lin Weiliang and Xu Ziming patted Wang Xingguo on the shoulder, their eyes slightly red with emotion, and said, "Although we can't go out to sea yet, after this experience, they won't dare to cross the line again..."

"Lin Dong..."

Not far away, Xu Qingling looked at the three elders and couldn't help but lean over and whisper, "81192, who is this?"

"81192..."

Lin Dong looked at the Lightning fighter jet on the screen, which was being watched by two J-10 fighter jets and was flying towards the mainland. He took a deep breath and said softly, "A hero is returning home."