Genius is just the threshold for me!

"Hey, number 4, did you receive your $10,000 bonus from last week?"

On the other side, a Hornet squadron had just taken off from the USS Ronald Reagan and was 400 kilometers away from the aircraft carrier.

Pilot Jones, number 2, looked ahead at a large expanse of cumulonimbus clouds and, while maneuvering his fighter jet to avoid them, chatted with his squadronmate, who was also piloting a Hornet.

The USS Ronald Reagan and USS Stein, as standard Nimitz-class nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, carry approximately 80 to 85 carrier-based aircraft, divided into nine squadrons.

Four of them are combat squadrons, two are helicopter squadrons, one is an AWACS squadron, one is an electronic warfare squadron, and one is a logistics support squadron.

They were a combat squadron with a total of twelve fighter jets, which were then divided into three smaller squads.

"Received. I wired six thousand dollars to my mother. She lives alone in Texas and has diabetes and her health has been poor," pilot Jason responded.

"You are such a filial child. My parents died young, and I can't find anyone to be filial to anymore," No. 2 replied with a smile and regret.

"Guys, are we really going to go like this today? Something feels off."

At this moment, Garcia, number 3, chimed in, his voice filled with undisguised worry: "This isn't some small region in the Middle East. If we charge in like this, we'll likely be killed."

"Don't worry, brother, this place looks strong, but it's actually quite cowardly."

Number 2 laughed and said, "They shot down our Lightning fighters a few years ago, and they didn't dare keep them for long. They returned them intact in less than two days..."

"Can a major power that only has second-hand aircraft carriers really be called a major power?"

Number 4 chimed in: "Yeah, their fighter jets used up half their fuel flying over the land. Didn't you see their patrol planes just now? They flew for a short while and then went back."

...Furthermore, the commander said that we most likely won't need to actually fight; we just need to fly around their territorial waters a few times, and they won't dare to retaliate easily.

"The guys are careful to keep their conversations at a certain height."

The lead pilot of aircraft number 1 noticed his teammate's altitude and quickly reminded him: "The enemy has laser attack aircraft. Be careful of high-altitude lasers. Don't fly too high. Keep your altitude below 4000 meters."

"Received, thank you for the reminder, lead aircraft."

The three pilots responded quickly and lowered the altitude further, but just then, a bright signal dot popped up on the h interface.

[Beep! Enemy aircraft detected! Enemy aircraft detected! Speed ​​1.2m! Speed ​​1.2m!]

Dozens of signals, flying at an altitude of 15,000 meters and more than 300 kilometers away, in three formations, were detected by the Hawkeye early warning aircraft and the Lightning stealth fighter ahead, and then shared with all combat units via data link.

"Oh my God, they actually came out..."

Upon witnessing this, Pilot Number 2 exclaimed in surprise, "These aren't carrier-based aircraft; they're land-based fighters conducting long-range maritime operations. Aren't they afraid of dying?"

"They're at such a high altitude, I'm a little worried they might launch an attack. We'd be at a disadvantage if they attacked from above..." Pilot No. 3 said with a worried voice.

To avoid being targeted by enemy laser-guided fighters, they stayed at altitudes below 4000 meters.

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In this situation, the enemy's missiles hit their targets every time, while our own missiles miss every time.

[All squadrons and subordinate units, silence! Prepare for battle...]

At that moment, the wing commander's voice came through: "[Growler Squadron! Prepare to jam satellite communications. Disrupt BeiDou satellite communications. The enemy has deployed a large-scale swarm of unmanned combat aircraft!]"

"Growler Squadron received, but it's uncertain whether the enemy J-16s are following. Our electronic warfare capabilities are insufficient. To avoid being detected by jamming signals, it is recommended that each electronic jamming operation be kept under 3 minutes..."

[Three minutes is sufficient. Warning squadron, please confirm whether the enemy has deployed their latest large bombers?]

"Report, the core of the enemy's three formations is large bombers..."

When the enemy enters within 200 kilometers, electronic jamming is initiated. Lightning Squadron 1 and Hornet Squadron 4 immediately raise their altitude to 17000 meters and launch missiles while the communications are being jammed.

The early warning squadron will provide radar guidance, and the core large bombers must ensure that thirty missiles hit simultaneously... We must act swiftly and decisively, eliminating the enemy's first wave of combat units!

"Sir, Squadron 4 is requesting missile launch authorization!"

[Authorization granted. Execute operational orders immediately!]

Sizzle! Sizzle—

Two minutes later, the electronic communication that was originally in progress suddenly became tense, and everyone's headphones were filled with external interference noise to varying degrees.

Upon hearing the noise, the pilot of the No. 2 squadron of the No. 4 Hornet Squadron, without hesitation, quickly pulled the control stick and then pushed the throttle to its maximum.

boom--

The bumblebee beneath him suddenly erupted in a fierce roar.

Pilot No. 2 felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his seat, and the next moment, he and the fighter jet below him suddenly rose into the air.

Height 4500, height 4800, height 5200...

The fighter jet climbed at full speed for nearly a minute, and the altimeter reached an altitude of 17000 meters. Pilot No. 2 quickly adjusted the control stick, leveled the fuselage, and then decisively pressed the missile launch button.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh—

The fighter jet shook violently, and 10 AM-120 medium-range missiles were launched in rapid succession.

The two squadrons fired simultaneously, with 10 Super Hornet fighters and 4 Lightning fighters.

The entire screen displayed 168 missile signals, forming a terrifying wave of missiles at an altitude of 17000 meters. Then, guided by the Hawkeye early warning aircraft of the early warning squadron, they flew towards the three formations of fighter jets still at an altitude of 15000 meters in the distance.

【Great job, guys!】

The squadron commander's satisfied voice came through: "[Both squadrons, immediately descend, return to replenish ammunition, and then proceed with the next operational maneuver...]"

"receive!"

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Pilot Jones responded as expected, immediately pulled the control stick, stepped on the rudder, and made a turn to begin the return journey.

In modern air warfare systems, once stealth fighters and airborne early warning aircraft are deployed, these heavy fighters become ruthless missile launchers.

It doesn't require any launch guidance, nor does it require any tactical reconnaissance of the enemy's tracks, and it doesn't require close-range aerial combat.

Once the launch button is pressed, the Hawkeye AWACS aircraft can handle everything else.

But less than fifty kilometers after returning, the H interface in front of them suddenly flashed, and the missile signals behind them disappeared in large swaths.

Less than 15 seconds later, a combat notification popped up in front of me.

[Beep—First wave of missile attack failed; 168 missiles destroyed!]

"God! What happened?"

"I saw a faint flash of light. Did the Hawkeye AWACS malfunction and send a missile self-destruct command?"

"They've counterattacked! They've counterattacked!"

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"Anti-ship missiles! All of them are anti-ship missiles!"

Before all the pilots could figure out what was going on...

Suddenly, nine glaring warning signals popped up on the screen, indicating that each of the enemy's three formations had launched three missiles.

However, the scenario that was originally envisioned—the missile launching and immediately hurtling towards them—did not materialize.

Nine missiles were launched and quickly ascended into the air, climbing to an altitude of 2 meters faster than their previous fighter jets. Then, at a speed of Mach 2, they rushed directly toward their aircraft carrier.

"My God, they're not carrying air-to-air missiles, just anti-ship missiles. Are they here to take us all down with them?" Pilot No. 3 couldn't help but exclaim.

"Buddy, our attack failed...the enemy has a secret weapon," Pilot Jason answered honestly.

"Everyone, stop your return flight for now and avoid being affected by the air defense system."

The squadron leader calmly stated, "Only nine missiles can't penetrate our defenses. Awaiting orders from the commander..."

[The First and Fourth Squadrons reduced speed and altitude to avoid high-altitude lasers and awaited return-to-base instructions.]

[The second and third squadrons will wait until the enemy gets closer, then the United Stan Wing will coordinate an attack to reduce speed loss during long-distance gliding...]

As soon as he finished speaking, the regimental commander's somewhat subdued instructions came through, and one could vaguely hear the excited and incredulous discussions of the staff officers on the other side.

obviously.

The wing command and staff knew the reason behind this unclear situation.

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However, upon hearing about the high-altitude laser, and recalling the Lightning fighter jet from a few years ago, the second pilot didn't have time to think deeply. He immediately pushed the control stick to descend, to avoid being suddenly shot down.

[Beep! Enemy aircraft accelerating towards you! Speed ​​1.4m/s! Speed ​​1.4m/s!]

Just as we returned to an altitude of 4000 meters, a system warning suddenly came through the headset.

On h's screen, the enemy's three squadrons increased their speed and rushed to a position 140 kilometers away from their remaining two combat squadrons.

Just when the second pilot thought the other side was going to rush in directly, suddenly, the three formations dispersed.

One formation maintained forward flight, while the other two formations lagged behind, but the Stan on the other side rushed past.

call--

At this moment, the radars of cruisers and destroyers surrounding the aircraft carrier locked onto the incoming missiles.

One after another, anti-aircraft interceptor missiles rose up, displaying distant signals on their screens via a shared data link.

In a short time, eight of the nine missiles were shot down.

Another missile penetrated the inner layer, but it was quickly shot down by the close-in weapon system.

"This volley of missiles they launched is a test of our air defense system..." Pilot No. 3 exclaimed in surprise, seemingly realizing something as he watched this scene.

"Testing the air defense system?"

Number 4, Jason, paused for a moment, then asked, "Why are they testing this? Do they think their large bombers can just cross the finish line?"

"It's uncertain, but there's definitely a problem. In normal naval and air battles, large bombers can't be deployed until air superiority is established..."

Pilot Jones, number 2, then remembered something unusual from the wing command. Seeing that the formation was less than 110 kilometers away, he quietly pulled the control stick and moved a little further away.

[Execute the attack plan, Howler electronic jamming...] The squadron commander's order for a second attack came again.

Sizzle! Sizzle—

A burst of electronic interference noise came through the headphones.

The next moment, the second and third squadrons, which had been poised for action, along with four squadrons from the Stan on the other side, a total of seventy-two fighter jets from six squadrons, simultaneously began their climb.

To the pilots, it looked like clusters of fire, rapidly rising into the sky and disappearing from sight.

But before they could complete their climb, the enemy bomber formation reached a position of 90 kilometers, and suddenly, four infrared signals appeared in each of the two radar blank spots.

The early warning squadron detected this signal and immediately conducted an in-depth analysis of it.

[Beep! Enemy missile detected! Enemy missile detected!]

A glaring warning popped up, and a piercing alarm sounded in the headphones.

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One formation carries eight missiles, and three formations carry twenty-four missiles.

In an instant, on the H screen, the signals of twenty-four fighter jets representing our side lit up with red lights indicating they were locked on.

"No! God!"

"Mom, save me!"

"Stealth fighters! They've hidden two stealth fighters!"

"Stay calm! Follow the instructions, follow the instructions to avoid..."

The combat system was immediately filled with terrified shouts and instructions from the early warning squadron crew to take evasive action.

The twenty-four fighter jets, which were locked on as they were climbing, dared not hesitate for even the slightest moment.

Following the guidance instructions given by the Hawkeye early warning aircraft, it constantly maneuvered and changed direction in the sky, performing tactical evasive maneuvers to deplete the missile's kinetic energy.

Large quantities of infrared flares, along with aluminum foil, were continuously being flung into the sky...

But at this time...

The screen in front of me flashed, and a new warning message popped up.

[Beep! Enemy missile accelerates a second time, enemy missile accelerates a second time...]

Pilot Jones, number 2, looked at the pop-up notification, his pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up at the blue sky above.

boom!

bang bang-

Silently, clusters of fireworks scattered across the sky, and debris from countless fighter jets almost completely obscured the entire field of vision.

The next moment, parachutes opened one after another, and the corner reflectors of the ejection cockpit flashed bright signal markers on the radar scan...

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