131: Oh my god! They haven't shown up yet!

Watching the light dots on the screen vanish one by one and listening to the desperate cries coming over the radio, his heart beat so fast it felt like it would burst out of his chest.

"It's over! We've been trapped like turtles in a jar!"

Just then, in the airspace over three hundred kilometers away, seven JF-17 Thunder Block 3 fighter jets, like seven unsheathed Sharp Swords, cut through the night sky.

"Report! The JF-17 Thunder Block 3 formation has arrived at the designated airspace!" The Crescent Nation pilot's voice was calm and firm.

"Very good." Jameson's voice came from the command headquarters, carrying a cold tone.

"Lock onto the E-2 Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft! And those F-16s escorting it! Wipe them completely from the sky for me!"

"Received! Hunting time!"

The JF-17 Thunder Block 3 fighter formation drew graceful arcs in the night sky, approaching the Israel E-2 Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft at high speed.

"Alert! Unidentified targets detected approaching at high speed! They are enemy fighter jets!" Inside the E-2 Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft, the alarm sounded again.

"What? They still have an air force?" The radar officer was completely stunned.

"It's the JF-17 Thunder Block 3! They are coming for us!"

"Quick! F-16 escorts, stop them for me!"

The two F-16 fighter jets escorting the E-2 Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft immediately turned their noses, attempting to intercept.

However, the speed and maneuverability of the JF-17 Thunder Block 3 far exceeded their imagination.

"Target locked! Archer 4D air-to-air missiles, fire!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four Archer 4D air-to-air missiles, trailing dazzling exhaust flames, flew like arrows released from a bow, heading straight for the E-2 Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft.

"Evasive maneuvers! Evasive maneuvers now!"

The bulky fuselage of the E-2 Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft could not perform effective evasive maneuvers. One missile precisely struck its tail.

Boom!

Amidst the deafening explosion, the tail wing of the E-2 Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft was instantly blown to pieces.

The aircraft lost balance, began to spin, and plunged toward the ground.

"The E-2 has been shot down! The E-2 has been shot down!" Terrified screams from the Israel pilots came over the radio.

"There are still two F-16s! Shoot them down too!" The Crescent Nation pilot showed no mercy.

Two more Archer 4D missiles were launched, precisely hitting the two F-16s attempting to flee.

Boom! Boom!

Two fireballs bloomed in the night sky, instantly swallowing the F-16s.

The entire Israel Air Force command system instantly plunged into complete chaos.

The early warning aircraft was destroyed, command failed, fighter jets were shot down, and the ground anti-aircraft fire was exceptionally fierce.

Israel Minister of Defense Yitzhak Rabin's face was darker than the bottom of a pot at this moment.

He slammed the table, the huge sound leaving the command room in dead silence.

"Since the war began, how many aircraft have we lost? Over sixty! My F-15s! My F-16s! A full twenty!"

Rabin almost roared, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the battle damage report in front of him.

Every number on it felt like a knife stabbing deep into his heart.

"Tell me, what is our air force doing?!" He suddenly raised his head, scanning the senior officers in the command room.

"Minister... The Crescent Nation's anti-aircraft fire is too..."

A staff officer spoke cautiously, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Rabin.

"Too fierce? Are we just supposed to surrender without a fight?!" Rabin was furious.

"Order! Immediately! Order all air force bases, all F-15s and F-16s that can take off, get them all into the air for me!"

"At least fifty! Go support! Go counterattack!"

"But Minister, currently inside Crescent Nation territory, we still have over twenty fighter jets retreating toward the Golan Heights..."

Another officer reminded him.

"Retreat? What retreat?!" Rabin's gaze was fierce.

"Make them hold the line! The second early warning aircraft has already taken off and will take over command!"

"They must stop those damn Crescent Nation fighter jets for me! Fight back!"

The orders, like death warrants, were quickly transmitted down.

Over three hundred kilometers away, at the edge of the Crescent Nation airspace, those twenty-plus Israel fighter jets were now like a pack of stray dogs.

They were fleeing in a sorry state toward the Golan Heights. On the radio, the second E-2C Hawkeye Early Warning Aircraft took over command, attempting to regroup.

"All units, attention! All units, attention! We still have a chance! F-16 formation, turn around! Go intercept the enemy aircraft!"

"F-15s, look for opportunities to counterattack!" The early warning aircraft commander's voice trembled, but he tried hard to remain calm.

However, their hope was soon torn to shreds by ruthless reality.

"Alert! Unidentified targets detected! Range one hundred and eighty kilometers!"

"What? One hundred and eighty kilometers?!" The Israel pilots were completely stunned.

At this distance, they couldn't even see a ghost; how could they be detected?

"It's enemy missiles! They've locked onto us! My God! They haven't even appeared yet, how is that possible!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several trails of white smoke cut through the night sky, trailing blinding exhaust flames, like the scythe of death, ruthlessly rushing toward the Israel fighter jets.

Those were the Crescent Nation's AIM-54 Phoenix and Archer 4D air-to-air missiles.

Their range far exceeded the radar detection range of the Israel fighter jets.

"Evasive maneuvers! Evasive maneuvers now!"

"It's useless! We can't dodge them! We have no idea where they're coming from!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clusters of fireballs bloomed in the air, instantly swallowing multiple Israel fighter jets.

"Ah! My wingman has been hit!"

"God! Are they ghosts?! We can't see them at all!"

Desperate wails filled the radio. The Israel Air Force's pride, the F-15 and F-16.

In front of the Crescent Nation fighter jets' long-range missiles, they were as fragile as paper.

The first batch of one hundred fighter jets was shot down, ninety of them in just a few minutes!

Only a mere ten remained, carrying scars and endless fear, fleeing desperately back to the Golan Heights.

And just at this moment, the second batch of reinforcements Rabin had just sent, over fifty F-15s and F-16s, had also arrived in the combat zone.

Before they could even figure out the situation, they were informed that the first batch's "counterattack" had completely failed.

"Alert! Large numbers of enemy aircraft detected ahead! Number unknown!"

"It's the Crescent Nation's JF-17 Thunder Block 3! They are rushing over!"

"Fire! Fire at them!"

The Israel pilots hadn't even recovered from the shock before they were locked onto again.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Another dense rain of missiles, rushing toward them like a swarm of locusts.

"Pull up! Pull up!"

"Damn it! How do they have so many missiles! How is that possible!"

Boom! Boom!

Another six F-15s and F-16s burst into fireballs in the air. The remaining fighter jets had no will to fight left; they completely collapsed.

"Retreat! Retreat! We can't beat them at all!"

"This is a trap! Run!"

The second batch of reinforcements, also in a sorry state, turned their noses and fled in a panic.

Just as the Israel Air Force was plunged into chaos and despair, the Crescent Nation's ground forces also began to act.

"Report, General Jameson! The tank and armored units have arrived at the front-line positions!"

"One hundred BM270 self-propelled rocket launchers and large-caliber artillery, all in position!"

In the command headquarters, a curve appeared at the corner of Jameson's mouth.

He looked at the red dots on the screen representing the Israel fighter jets currently fleeing in all directions, with no pity in his eyes.

"Very good." His voice was calm but carried an unquestionable majesty.

"Pass on my order! In the border areas of Jassim and Deir Bazziyeh, all artillery and rocket launchers, fire with full force!"

"Target: Golan Heights! And all known anti-aircraft positions within Israel territory! Full firepower coverage! Leave none behind!"

"Yes!"

Rumble! Rumble!

On the Crescent Nation border line, hundreds of artillery and rocket launchers issued a deafening roar at the same time.