28: Chapter 28 The Crushing Victory Part 3

Airspace 045.

"Flying Dragon Squadron, this is the airborne early warning and command aircraft for this mission, call sign 169, frequency 11560, over!"

"Flying Dragon 01 received!"

"Flying Dragon 02 received!"

"Flying Dragon 03 received!"

...

"Target coordinates have been uploaded to the ICS-4 combat command system of each fighter jet. The mission is to reach the target airspace, lock onto the target, and destroy it!"

"This aircraft will provide real-time updates on target coordinates and provide you with aerial intelligence. Good luck!"

"Thanks for the short-range service, AWACS 169!"

After reading the mission file transmitted by the AWACS, Flying Dragon Squadron leader 01 performed a roll and was the first to enter attack altitude.

The other fighter jets followed with the same maneuver.

"Squadron, attention. We will reach the target area in 5 minutes."

"Received!"

"01, is a simple mission like this really worth the entire squadron?"

Wingman 02 was looking for trouble again.

"02, you talk too much. Be careful, or the boss will beat you when we get back!"

"01, at this altitude, it looks like a ground target, right? Why are we all carrying air-to-air combat missiles? Who gave this order?"

After 02 got serious and took a look at the file, he immediately raised his question.

"02, I am your flight leader, not your search engine!"

Inside AWACS 169.

On the radar screen marked by the drone, the bright spot corresponding to [Soul Blade] moved, and at an extremely fast speed!

"Flying Dragon Squadron, attention, Flying Dragon Squadron, attention. Target position is moving. Coordinates updated to..."

The next second.

"Holy crap, the target is directly in front of the AWACS! Evasive maneuvers, evasive maneuvers!"

The Flying Dragon Squadron was stunned.

It was incredibly rare; the usually serious AWACS combat controller was swearing into the headset.

Subsequently, communication with the AWACS was cut off, and only the "hissing" sound of static remained in the headsets.

"01 calling AWACS, 01 calling AWACS..."

"01, the situation doesn't look good!"

Wingman 02 said in a tone that suggested he wasn't afraid of trouble.

"Squadron attention, aircraft 01 is now in command. Switch the formation back to the original squadron frequency."

"Engage afterburners immediately and head to the last known coordinate airspace of the AWACS."

"02 received!"

"03 received!"

...

A few minutes later, in front of the Flying Dragon Squadron, AWACS 169 was still at cruising altitude, its silhouette gradually becoming clear, leisurely, and looking quite normal.

"01, isn't the AWACS still there? What the hell?"

"But we can't establish radio contact!"

"Use the landing lights to send Morse code to ask about the situation!"

"Received!"

"01, the AWACS says they have been shot down and have withdrawn from the exercise!"

"What?"

"Oh, there's one more thing."

"What?"

"Good luck to you all!"

"..."

"Not good! Danger! Break formation, pair up, and disperse!"

"Turn on search radar! Watch for enemy activity nearby!"

01 sensed the danger in that sentence and hurriedly issued combat deployment orders.

Then, he jerked the joystick, and the plane rolled, flying out of the formation.

Then, he quickly engaged the afterburners, and the blue flames from the aircraft's exhaust nozzle suddenly lengthened.

The series of actions was smooth and swift.

Wingman 02 followed closely behind.

"Wingman, follow me. Engage afterburners and leave this airspace first!"

"Received!"

Even 02, who usually loved to joke around, couldn't help but feel nervous now.

A few minutes later, 01 tried to call other groups on the squadron frequency, but only static responded.

"01, it seems they have all withdrawn. Has the entire army been wiped out?"

"The exaggerated part is that we haven't even seen what the enemy looks like yet!"

"Yeah, stay close to me."

"Received!"

"02, the opponent must have stealth technology; otherwise, our radar wouldn't have zero response!"

"02 understands!"

"Target detected, engage, lock onto short-range air-to-air combat missiles, fire 2 in a salvo!"

"02 received!"

In the clouds ahead, [Soul Blade] stood like a guardian deity amidst the layers of mist, appearing and disappearing.

A god descending to earth!

It raised its right hand, the light blade shimmering.

"01, did you see that? Is my vision failing me?"

"No, that is the target. My god!"

"Is this an alien invasion of Earth?"

After calming down a few dozen seconds later, 01 decisively pressed the launch button.

"02, disengage immediately after firing!"

"Yes, yes!"

The two fighter jets flew left and right, flying straight and then banking, tracing a beautiful semi-circular trajectory.

In the middle channel, 4 short-range combat missiles flew straight up, heading toward [Soul Blade] at Mach 4.

[Soul Blade] wove through the clouds, leading the 4 missiles as it plunged toward the ground.

If you were monitoring at this time, you would find that the distance between them was not shrinking, but slowly increasing.

15 seconds later,

"01, combat missiles lost the target!"

"01, that monster is coming back!"

"Lock onto it, use the autocannon!"

[Soul Blade] was in front, with the two fighter jets on the left and right, forming a "pin" shape as they flew straight up.

The fighter jets' autocannons fired 4 barrages, but [Soul Blade] just adjusted its angle slightly and continued to charge straight into the sky.

The distance between them grew larger and larger...

"Beep beep beep," the alarm in 02's cockpit sounded!

"01, we've reached maximum cruising altitude. If we keep chasing, we'll stall!"

"Damn it, this guy is almost invisible. Did it fly into outer space?"

The 2 fighter jets finally reached their limit and began to turn and dive.

"Can you see it?"

01 asked anxiously.

"It's, it's right behind us, getting closer and closer. Ah, ah, I can see its face, blue eyes. Not to mention, it actually looks quite handsome like this!"

"..."

[Soul Blade] lit up the light blade in its right hand and slashed straight down...

A familiar electronic broadcast sound rang out.

115th Division Command Post.

Division Commander Wang Yi shook his head helplessly after hearing the battle situation judgment issued by the directing staff.

He put down the headset.

"Flying Dragon Squadron wiped out!"

"This, so fast?"

"That perverted humanoid iron lump is completely unharmed!"

Wang Yi slammed his fist on the table.

At this moment, the communications soldier stood up,

"Report, Division Commander, the armored troops have advanced to 5 kilometers from the weapons experimental base. The Regiment Commander asks if they should continue to advance?"

"Hmm, got it!"

Wang Yi sat down dejectedly.

"Division Commander! What, what is our next deployment?"

"Deployment my ass. We lost this confrontation! And we lost completely!"

"But, but we still have armored troops!"

The staff officer next to him had a change in his voice.

"Flying Dragon Squadron was wiped out! Do you know what this means?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Division Commander."

"How high is the winning percentage of your armored troops going up against a squadron of powerful JK-20s equipped with the most advanced radar and stealth technology?"

Division Commander Wang Yi turned and asked.

"This, probably 40-60!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you have absolutely no chance of winning!"

"But Flying Dragon Squadron was wiped out by it! The gap between us and it is several orders of magnitude! Continuing to hold on will only bring humiliation upon ourselves."

"Let's go. Since we can't beat the iron lump, we'll go and take out its lair!"

Wang Yi started playing dirty!