Chapter 10, just beginning
In a certain area of the East China Sea, the Feibao Squadron, upon receiving orders, boldly ascended their aircraft to an altitude of 5,000 meters. After leaving a trail on the radar of the Xiaoying, they turned the aircraft around and flew back. In the glow of the setting sun, beneath the brand-new Feibao fuselage, two C-803 missiles gleamed with a chilling light
People often ask Doug McClain how many aircraft carriers have been built in the United States, specifically the USS Kitty Hawk. However, Doug McClain himself knows that what is referred to as American-made is more accurately described as a joint production between China and the United States. Who knows how many circuit boards inside the Kitty Hawk are printed with "MADE IN TAIWAN" and how many everyday items bear the label "MADE IN CHINA"
"Hey, this is Chinese territorial waters, our own home. We want to go there, we will go there," the captain of the second squad shouted into the intercom. "All personnel, pay attention, lower altitude."
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At the moment the interference vanished, the instruments in the cockpit of the Little Eagle finally began to function normally. However, when they saw the information displayed, they would have preferred that the interference had still been present
As the interference just dissipated, all the J-8 warning radars of the Second Brigade buzzed incessantly as if stung by a scorpion. In front of them was the renowned USS Nimitz aircraft carrier strike group
Doug McClain is a soldier, and as a soldier, one must love their country. Therefore, upon hearing the report, he immediately issued the order to destroy the source of interference. The radar serves as the eyes and ears of the combat group; without radar, even if the F-22 is invisible, it would likely be no more effective than a kite.
What on earth is going on? Zuo Teng could not bear this tremendous reversal, staring in disbelief at everything happening before him, murmuring to himself.
The Luda-class is now essentially a magnet for anti-radiation missiles. Although it is not afraid of death, once the jammer is destroyed, it will directly affect future combat. The two AWACS aircraft in the sky cannot possibly undertake this task. However, not deploying them is not an option; with over 200 aircraft relying on its protection, if this area is compromised, there is no guarantee that aircraft won't fall from the other side.
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On the Dalian-class ship, the captain followed orders and sequentially dropped three depth charges from the ship's library. Shortly after the explosions, a dark silhouette of a Song-class submarine surfaced every five nautical miles within a radius of forty nautical miles around the USS Eagle.
"Every bit of persistence counts." The captain thought of this and forcefully stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand on the ground, then ground it with his foot. "Everyone is accounted for, all personnel take your weapons to the deck." After saying this, he was the first to head towards the deck
On Diaoyu Island, as the F-2 made another turn, preparing to launch the rocket nest, the pilot of the F-2 suddenly noticed that the alarm radar was emitting a rapid beeping sound. When he tried to find the cause, he discovered that not far behind him, two Standard II surface-to-air missiles were streaking towards him, trailing long white smoke.
After a decade of economic regression, the Chinese people can still live happily, whereas for Americans, they cannot even endure a power outage of just one hour
"Damn it, he finally caught up with us," the captain said with a double entendre and a smile. "Whoever it is, go turn off the interference device and prepare the depth charges." Watching the J-8 squadron disappear into the distance, the captain spoke casually. "Everyone else, return to the cabin. Don't even think about sneaking a shot while I'm not paying attention. And who the hell just took my stuff? Hurry up and return my cigarettes, or this matter won't be settled." As the captain spoke, he looked around, but unfortunately, before he could finish, the sailors burst into laughter and ran off clean.
"8 nautical miles ahead, 40 F-8 longfin pilot whales." The radar operator stared in disbelief for a long time before finally reporting in a loud and astonishing voice.
Watching the F-22 struggling to dodge left and right not far ahead, the squadron leader desperately suppressed his impulse to shoot it down and turned off the cannon switch
"Everything is proceeding smoothly, Unit 2 is preparing to return to base." As the voice of the captain of Unit 2 suddenly came through the loudspeaker into the command tower, all the on-duty officers erupted in cheers.
With a whoosh, two rockets were fired almost simultaneously at the patrol boat on the sea, as if the rockets were also inspired and their power greatly increased. After being hit by the rockets, the two patrol boats almost simultaneously experienced violent explosions and quickly sank to the seabed, one after the other
Since the activation of the jamming device, the captain of the Luda-class ship has not stopped smoking, continuously lighting one cigarette after another, filling the entire command cabin with a blue haze.
All J-8 aircraft, at the same time, lowered their altitude to 500 meters and flew in a neat formation towards the Little Eagle.
Upon receiving the command, two F-18 aircraft equipped with AGM-88 high-efficiency anti-radiation missiles were sent to the steam catapult. Their objective was to destroy the jamming system on the Udaloy-class destroyer
AGM-88: Missile Length: 4.17 meters, Body Diameter: 25.4 centimeters, Wingspan: 1.13 meters, Launch Weight: 361 kilograms, Warhead: 66 kilograms high-explosive fragmentation warhead, Guidance: Passive radar guidance, Propulsion: Solid propellant, Range: 25 kilometers
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Americans have become accustomed to a luxurious lifestyle; they enjoy running the air conditioning while keeping the windows open to let in fresh air. They are used to having their computers on at all times to receive emails from friends. All of this requires support from the U.S. dollar, but if a war were to break out between China and the United States, the U.S. dollar would become a pile of worthless paper
On the calm surface of the sea, dozens of fighter jets swiftly flew across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of aircraft engines.
It is the Zuoying number
Two F-18s were rapidly catapulted into the air and immediately flew towards the Luda-class. They did not even require guidance from an early warning aircraft; the onboard radar alone was sufficient to locate the Luda-class, which now resembled a lighthouse on the sea.
After the commander solemnly nodded to the crowd, he picked up the secure radio and ordered: "Agree to return, and at the same time, order the Flying Leopard Squadron to cancel their mission and return immediately"
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Below the F-18, a red light flashed, and the AGM-88 swiftly flew towards the target
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In the command cabin, Doug McLean has become the focal point of everyone's attention; every move he makes is closely observed by those around him, as they fear missing a single command
Time, time, time... At this moment, the captain of the second squadron has recklessly pulled the aircraft up to 200 meters. What he needs now is speed; concealment is no longer necessary for him. He must arrive at the designated time. The J-8, among all the Air Force's fighter jets, possesses unparalleled speed, and now is the time to leverage this advantage. The entire J-8 fleet of the second squadron has nearly reached its speed limit, and the captain can even feel the rumble of the engine's vibrations from his seat. The J-8, among all the Air Force's fighter jets, possesses unparalleled speed, and now is the time to leverage this advantage. The entire J-8 fleet of the second squadron has nearly reached its speed limit, and the captain can even feel the rumble of the engine's vibrations from his seat
"Activate the defense system, immediately engage them..." Upon hearing the radar operator's report, the deputy commander shouted angrily.
As he watched the Xiaoying ship departing from the Chinese waters in the distance, the hatch of one of the submarines was forcefully pushed open. A burly man with a bearded face quickly emerged and shouted to the sailors behind him: "Damn it, find a louder song and play it a hundred times for me. Remember, the louder, the better"
Not far away, an entire J-8 squadron was flying towards them in a formation that was not particularly neat. It seemed as if they had known all along that the captain was observing them. The lead J-8 playfully shook its wings and then soared over the top of the Luda-class ship.
As the Second Squadron was circling the third lap around the Little Eagle, the alarm radar suddenly went silent, and the heart of the squadron leader, which had been in suspense, finally relaxed.
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"Wait a moment!" Doug McClain suddenly interrupted the deputy commander's orders, "Enter a state of Level 1 combat readiness, but no attacks are permitted until the other party shows hostility!" Doug McClain pondered for a moment before decisively issuing the command
Boom! In the astonished gaze of Zoten, the F-2 broke into two sections in mid-air, its fragments scattering into the sea like fireworks
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In the sky, Team 13 has already pushed the aircraft's speed to its maximum, with the scorching flames emitted from the rear engine nearly matching the length of the aircraft itself. However, even so, the squadron leader still felt it was not fast enough. Just before takeoff, they had already obtained the specific location data of the Little Eagle from satellite information. Now, all he had to do was to rely on the few minutes he had fought for to completely break through the defense perimeter of the Little Eagle. With this thought in mind, he forcefully pressed down on the afterburner pedal, which he had already pushed to the limit.
Doug McClain knew that he was faced with a difficult decision. He pressed his forehead hard, and after a long while, he slowly commanded: "The exercise is over, order the Sabre Squadron to return, all personnel return to Yokosuka"
Attention: The Sword Squadron, 10 nautical miles ahead, 20 F-10 fighter jets and 20 SU-27 fighter jets are approaching your position. Attention: ... ... When the familiar alarm sound of the E-3 echoed in the communicator, the F-22 squadron finally understood that the blips on the radar were not mere interference, but actual aircraft.
"Number 1 received, you may release the bird." Unlike the wingman, the lead aircraft seems to have abandoned radio communication altogether, opting instead to fly close to the wingman and use a swift gesture to convey the command.
Meanwhile, on the Dalian-class ship, all the sailors stood fully armed at various positions on the deck. Although the captain knew that the impending strike would undoubtedly be a missile barrage, the weapons in their hands would likely have an effect that could hardly be described as negligible against such an assault. However, as a soldier, he could not allow himself to give up resistance simply because of the enemy's strength—knowing that battle was futile, he still had to fight.
Attention all personnel, prepare to engage the enemy! As the squadron leader roared to remind the other pilots, the 1st and 3rd squadrons had already charged into the F-22 formation
Today, China and the United States are no longer what they were fifty years ago. The current trade volume between China and the United States has reached 238.7 billion USD. However, if a missile is launched, that 238.7 billion USD could instantly vanish. Who among the Chinese and Americans can truly bear such a loss
Soon, all the mysteries will have their answers. On the horizon, a massive mast slowly rises, and gradually, a colossal destroyer comes into view before everyone.
What did you say? Upon hearing the shout, the captain casually stuffed the cigarette back into the pack, then haphazardly tossed both the gun and the cigarette into the hands of a nearby soldier. At the same time, he snatched the binoculars from the soldier's hands and looked up at the sky
When they arrived, the commander had previously advised the squadron leader to avoid conflicts as much as possible. Therefore, as they approached the F-22 formation, both the first and third squadrons tacitly refrained from activating their fire control radar to lock onto each other. However, this did not hinder the first squadron leader's plan for revenge. Spotting a gap in the enemy's formation, he maneuvered the J-10 to swiftly penetrate the enemy's group, locking one of the F-22s into his heads-up display.
On board the Little Eagle, all personnel ceased their current tasks and collectively looked up at the sky. J-8 has now approached within range for an attack using conventional aerial bombs, yet no one has received the order to engage.
"Captain, they are coming!" On the Luda-class destroyer, the soldier on watch suddenly pointed excitedly at the sky behind him, shouting loudly to the captain who was lighting a cigarette.
"Captain, ahead is the enemy's territory. Are we still going?" the wingman reminded through the communicator
Hunter Two calling One, has entered launch range, requesting to release the bird. Although the two aircraft are in extremely close proximity, the F-18's wingman still needs to shout to drown out the immense rustling sound in the headset
To strike or not to strike? At this moment, Doug McClain is faced with the same dilemma that has troubled the commanders of the Chinese fleet. If a strike is made, it is certain that one side, either China or the United States, will ultimately fall. Regardless of who ends up failing, it is certain that the losses on both sides will be incalculable
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"Brothers, charge! Drive the little devils into the sea!" Upon seeing the F-2 being shot down in the sky, the captain leaped out of the trench, shouting as he grabbed the 40mm rocket launcher and rushed forward
The sudden disappearance of the interference source left the F-22 squadron feeling quite unaccustomed. Although the crackling noise in their headsets had ceased, the numerous light spots on the radar screen had not vanished at all
Number 1 bird, prepare for launch! The wingman clearly made an OK gesture and then swiftly pressed the launch button
The commander of the 44th Division has remained at the control tower since the first aircraft took off, not moving an inch.