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"Twenty-four... all twenty-four Super Hornets! They're weakening our attack. Two Hornet squadrons, gone!"

Pilot Garcia's trembling voice came through the squadron channel, but before his teammates could respond, the wing's data link crackled with the commander's angry orders.

[Attack! All forces attack...]

The wing commander's voice trembled with suppressed emotion. Before he could finish speaking, a large number of missile signal dots appeared on the screen.

The surviving fighter jets and pilots witnessed the twenty-four fireworks blooming in the sky, and everyone's emotions were unconsciously stirred. The moment the command was given, they collectively pressed the missile launch button.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh—

The pilots of the first and fourth squadrons, who had descended to an altitude of 4000 meters, all looked up at the sky above them.

Suddenly, faint streaks of fire appeared in the azure sky dotted with fragments.

Thirty-six fighter jets remained in the sky, and at that moment they unleashed their full firepower, launching all their medium-range missiles.

264 missiles, trailing flames, surged forward like a torrent under the guidance of the Hawkeye early warning aircraft, heading towards the bomber formation that was still beyond visual range...

"The squadron on the Stan is focusing fire!"

Suddenly, Ryan, the lead pilot of the No. 1 aircraft, seemed to have noticed something and shouted in the squad channel, his voice filled with indescribable anticipation and tension.

Pilot Jones, number 2, suddenly looked up and his gaze fell on the missile signal point displayed on the H screen via the shared data link.

Instead of splitting up to attack both formations, the Stan, whose combat squadrons had delayed their engagement and retained more combat power, focused over 80% of their missiles on one of the formations, guided by the early warning squadron.

Will it work?

A glimmer of hope also flashed in the eyes of the second pilot.

Clearly, the joint command headquarters on both sides, through their analysis of the enemy's actions of launching all twenty-four air-to-air missiles at the Super Hornet, have determined that the enemy's mysterious defensive measures have an upper limit.

And now.

The Stan Squadron, with its greater combat strength and firepower, aims to use this concentrated firepower to forcefully break through the defense limit and destroy an enemy squadron.

[Beep! Enemy missile launched! Enemy missile launched!]

Before the missile and bomber formations could intersect, suddenly, each of the enemy's bomber formations launched 12 missiles.

But to the astonishment of the second pilot and his crew, the missiles descended as soon as they were launched, trailing flames as they hurtled toward their rear.

"Anti-ship missiles! Their formation of J-11B fighters launched anti-ship missiles! It's an attack cruiser and destroyer..."

Pilot No. 3 couldn't help but exclaim, "It's not a salvo, it's two missiles fired separately! They're still testing our air defense system!"

The J-11 series fighter jets first flew almost twenty years ago, and the J-11B also first flew more than ten years ago.

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They have a clear understanding of all the performance characteristics, models, parameters, and radar data.

The Hawkeye early warning aircraft's radar analysis capabilities can easily determine the model of a fighter jet and then deduce its payload capacity.

Currently, each aircraft is only launching two missiles, clearly indicating that they still have reserves and are still testing their air defense system.

Because offensive operations require concentrated fire to instantly detonate air defense systems, firing in a fragmented manner would only make them easier to intercept.

"Another enemy formation is accelerating—no, I mean, their large bombers are accelerating… oh no, God!"

At that moment, Pilot No. 4's incredulous and pained shouts came through the squad channel, and Pilot No. 2 immediately looked at the signal on the H screen.

The two formations, which were originally more than 20 kilometers apart, have now closed to less than 15 kilometers by one slowing down and the other speeding up.

Just then, the missiles fired by the Stan arrived, and in an instant, signals began to disappear rapidly...

"Six, no, twelve!"

Pilot Jones, the No. 2 pilot, keenly noticed the pattern of the disappearing signals: approximately every second, the signals of about 12 missiles would disappear.

"The other side has some kind of interception method!"

Pilot No. 2 suddenly looked toward the location of the bomber formation more than 50 kilometers away.

Because they were still beyond visual range, the fighter jets were not visible to the naked eye, but patches of fire were clearly visible in their eyes.

Meanwhile, the infrared detectors on the Hornet fighter jets also clearly detected a large number of dense infrared signals.

"It's a laser!"

At that moment, the lead pilot, Ryan, seemed to realize something: "These aren't bombers, they're an aerial laser intercept platform..."

Laser interception?

Pilot No. 2's eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Pilot No. 4, Jason, suddenly rang out with a surprised and excited voice.

"They've shot them down! The signal strength of their formation has decreased... one formation is missing four aircraft, another is missing five!"

"Brother, we only managed to shoot down 9 with so many air-to-air missiles combined. This result is..." Pilot No. 3 responded with a slight tremor, but stopped halfway through his sentence.

[Beep! Enemy aircraft detected! Enemy aircraft detected! Speed ​​3.2m! Speed ​​3.2m!]

Nine fighter jets approached at Mach 3.2. Once they reached the vicinity of the bomber formation, the fighter jets decelerated and changed course, quickly entering the formation.

"They're all unmanned combat aircraft..."

Number 4, Jensen, noticed the inhuman deceleration and changes in direction of these signals. His previously excited voice was now somewhat dazed: "Didn't our Howler Squadron cut off satellite communications?"

Although their Howlers squadron once achieved the feat of being chased for nearly a thousand kilometers while outnumbered six to one.

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But now with the coordinated command of the Hawkeye early warning aircraft, it's still not a problem to briefly interfere with communications for a period of time... So how do the enemy's unmanned combat aircraft get over here?

"Stop talking, the enemy has regrouped. We're awaiting combat orders..." the lead aircraft said in a deep voice.

On the screen, the brand-new unmanned combat aircraft waited for about a minute before seemingly establishing some kind of connection.

The next moment, the three formations changed direction and rejoined, then accelerated, eventually heading straight for their aircraft carrier at Mach 1.6.

[The remaining aircraft of the 2nd and 3rd Squadrons shall immediately return to base to replenish ammunition. The 1st and 4th Squadrons shall assist the Howler Squadron in interception operations... Hold on, the USS Washington is on its way to provide support.]

At that moment, instructions from the regimental command came in.

"receive!"

Pilot No. 4, Jansen, responded immediately.

Pilot Jones, seeing the bomber formation rapidly approaching and gradually becoming a black dot within visual range, paused and replied, "Roger that."

As he spoke, he pulled the control stick and lightly pressed the rudder, maneuvering the Hornet beneath him to draw an arc and slightly increase altitude, preparing for a tactical attack from the side, but in reality, he moved away from the frontal direction of the bomber formation.

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Replenish ammunition?

Their aircraft carrier can take off and land 240 times in 24 hours. Because of the importance they attach to this place, after intercepting the enemy's J-16 fighters with missiles, eighty fighters took to the sky. However, even with the full force of the four attack squadrons, they could not shake the situation in the slightest.

Even if the landing is successful, there's no point in resupplying the missiles.

Because resupplying ammunition involves taking off one aircraft at a time, it's impossible to have all eighty aircraft simultaneously engage in combat, not to mention that their wing had already lost eight Hornet fighters...

As for the support from the USS Washington, that aircraft carrier is located at the Yokosuka Naval Base, which is 2600 kilometers away from their current location in a straight line.

Now, the bomber formation is rushing in, and they've launched their first wave of missiles—less than 20 minutes have passed...

Even if the Washington responded immediately, it is most likely that it is currently in port increasing the power of its nuclear reactor and preparing for combat. By the time support arrives, they will already be dead.

Rumbling--

In just two minutes, the three enemy formations, which had been far away just moments before, had already closed the distance to less than 15 kilometers.

The large bomber, two new J-20 fighter jets, and six J-11 fighter jets were already taking shape in the field of vision.

[Intercept!]

The corps commander's orders sounded.

The next moment, four Hornets from another squadron of the 4th Squadron, along with a Hornet squadron from the USS Stan, under the cover of the approaching Howler Squadron, made a maneuvering climb and charged toward the enemy...

Pilot Jones quickly made a backup maneuver, his eyes fixed on the H screen.

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He knew that this was not a real attack, but rather a ploy to lure the enemy into launching their remaining air-to-air missiles, hoping to use the Howler fighter's electronic jamming and blinding capabilities to deplete the enemy's last missiles.

As long as there are no air-to-air missiles from the escort formation, with so many of them, they could easily bring the enemy down by ramming them with their fighter jets.

"Report, the other party isn't falling for it!"

Soon, the two squadrons rushed to a distance of 10 kilometers. Seeing that the enemy bomber formation showed no panic and no intention of launching missiles, the pilots reported nervously.

Air-to-air missiles reach their fastest speed during the launch ignition and acceleration phase.

If it gets within 7 kilometers, there's still a good chance of dodging if it's blinded by the approaching Howler fighters. But if it gets any closer, it's really game over.

After waiting a few seconds without a response from the wing commander, the pilots dared not gamble any longer and quickly pressed the missile launch button.

Two missiles, totaling sixteen, with a range of 30 kilometers, were launched from one fighter jet. Then, before entering a range of 7 kilometers, the aircraft maneuvered back and disengaged from the battlefield.

Boom! Boom—

As expected, the lasers exploded as soon as the missiles entered the 4-kilometer range, and the sixteen missiles turned into flames in less than two seconds.

Seeing the power of the opponent's laser interception for the first time within visual range, and looking at such a tortoise shell, the entire communication system fell into complete silence at this moment.

Missiles, the missiles can't penetrate.

Fighting? They won't fight you.

Consumption, lasers consume electricity... As long as the engine is running, the electricity will never run out.

As for running out of fuel, given the combat radius of a large bomber, what will a group of small fighter jets use to sustain themselves?

[Again!]

The voices of the two regimental commanders rang out again: "All three platoons together!"

Di-

The screen in front of me flashed, and a combat mission was assigned.

Pilot Jones gritted his teeth, and the next moment, he steered his fighter jet at the assigned angle of attack.

Distance 12 km... Distance 11 km... Distance 10 km...

Maintaining a speed of Mach 0.75, which provides optimal agility, the distance closes by approximately one kilometer every four seconds.

Pilot No. 2 pressed the missile launch button, staring intently at the distance parameters on the screen. He felt his heart pounding in his throat, fearing that the target would launch the missile at any moment.

8 kilometers away!

Pilot Jones's pupils contracted. Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the missile launch button, then stepped on the rudder and pulled the control stick.

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Boom!

Two air-to-air missiles supporting off-axis launch were launched, while the fighter jet also performed a maneuver in the sky and turned back.

Pilot Jones felt the world spin around him, and in less than two seconds, the entire fighter jet was upside down and turned around. He then increased the throttle and moved away before entering the 7-kilometer range.

Boom! Boom—

After waiting for more than twenty seconds, the fighter jet slowed down and leveled off, and faint explosions and flashes of light could be heard behind it.

[Again! All four squads together! No need to launch missiles, use maneuvering to lure them in. We can try to get a little closer; their laser interception isn't foolproof!]

The battalion commander's order rang out again, his voice filled with fervor: "Think of your parents, think of our glory, our freedom."

Are you just going to stand by and watch them fly right over our aircraft carrier, drop bombs, and return unscathed...?

Boom—

Before he could finish speaking, the four squads, whose missions had been reassigned, took off in their fighter jets amidst the tense gazes of everyone.

But faced with such provocation and enticement, the opposing flight formation remained as steady as a rock and did not make the slightest move. In the end, it turned back at a distance of about 6.5 kilometers, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

[Again! They didn't dare launch a missile even when you were 6.5 kilometers away...]

Di-

Pilot No. 2 looked at the reassigned decoy mission, his fingers trembled twice, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, pulling the control stick and rushing up at the assigned attack angle.

Distance—9 kilometers! 8 kilometers! 7 kilometers!

At this point, the pilot's excellent vision allowed him to clearly see the anti-ship missiles mounted on the enemy's large bombers, as well as the air-to-air close-range combat missiles mounted on the other escort fighters.

And these air-to-air missiles could be launched at any time, and there is a high probability that they will take their lives!

6.5 km!

Pilot Jones, seeing the distance displayed, yanked the control stick all the way to the end. The fighter jet roared and made a quick inverted turn, getting 6.2 kilometers away from the three flight formations.

After flying less than a kilometer and confirming that the other side had not launched a missile, sweat immediately began to pour down his forehead. His mind went completely blank, and apart from the pounding of his own heart, he could hear almost nothing else.

But just then, the corps commander's voice came again, now tinged with madness.

[Charge! 6.2 kilometers away, and they still dare not attack... We have already sacrificed twenty-four fighter jets and twenty-four comrades. Are we just going to stand by and watch them come and bomb our aircraft carrier, destroy the foundation of our entire nation, and ruin all our freedom and glory? Again! Their lasers can't penetrate the fighter jets' armor! Charge!]

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!"

Pilot Jones instinctively let out a roar, shaking his head as if trying to clear his head.

But as he roared, pilot Jason's roar echoed in the communications channel: "God! Fight them!"

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As soon as the words were spoken, fighter jet number 4 performed a high-G maneuver, making a second turn in mid-air, and charged head-on towards the three enemy flight formations...

"Are you fucking crazy! Don't be fooled by the commander, have you forgotten your mother is still in Texas!"

Upon seeing this, Pilot Jones immediately understood what the guy was about to do, and he snapped awake, letting out a roar.

But his words didn't stop anything; 1 second, 3 seconds, 5 seconds, 7 seconds...

Beep! Beep—

On the screen, pilot Jason's fighter jet flashed red as it rushed into the 6-kilometer range. An air-to-air short-range missile was launched, accelerating and maneuvering at a rate of up to 60, hitting its target precisely in less than two seconds.

boom!

A dazzling spark bloomed in the sky.

Watching a spark and a shower of fragments, the entire combat communication channel in the headset fell silent for a second, then burst into a series of frantic curses and roars, as if something had been ignited.

next moment.

The two wings stayed behind to intercept the four Hornet squadrons and Lightning squadrons. One after another, the fighters frantically changed direction and charged towards the enemy's bomber formation with afterburners!

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