12dz Chapter 817: Supernatural events in the air?
Chapter 817: Supernatural events in the air?
High above the clouds at the border of Pennsylvania and New York.
A specially modified large transport plane with a huge appearance and a huge, disc-like radar antenna on its back emerged silently from the clouds.
It is the latest generation of Longguo's airborne early warning and command aircraft, the KJ-3000, which integrates the most advanced active phased array radar, electronic warfare system and artificial intelligence command module.
It was like a silent "God" suspended in the sky, coldly overlooking the sky below that was about to become a bloody arena.
At the same time, in another airspace.
A large formation of forty-eight Golden Eagle fighter jets is cruising at a supersonic speed of Mach 2.
Their communication channel was filled with heated discussions filled with contempt and confidence.
"Hey, Ivan, do you think those 'crayfish' (a derogatory term used by Western pilots to refer to the J-20) from Dragon Country will be so scared after seeing so many of our 'Golden Eagles' that they'll pee their pants and run away?"
An American F-15 pilot joked that he was one of the first lucky ones selected to fly this "magic machine" of the Russian bear.
A rough laugh with a thick Russian accent immediately came from the channel.
"Haha, Johnny, you think too highly of them! I bet they don't even have the courage to take off! Their radars must be seeing nothing right now!"
"When we fly above their heads, they will realize that death has arrived!"
"That's right! Then, we'll each target one and see who gets the title of 'Ace' first!"
"Haha, I bet on Ivan to win! Look at how eager he is, he's like a polar bear that has seen a rabbit!"
The pilots joked unscrupulously, as if this was not a fair air battle at all, but a one-sided, entertaining hunting game.
They had even started discussing which bar in New York they would go back to after achieving a "great victory", open a few bottles of the most expensive champagne, and pick up some of the hottest blondes to celebrate.
They are 100% blindly confident in victory.
However, in this channel filled with a happy atmosphere.
The formation's commander, an American Air Force lieutenant colonel named Maxwell, remained uncharacteristically silent.
Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell is a true ace pilot.
He was a member of the Blue Angels aerobatic team and later participated in the Battle of Stalingrad.
During that battle, he flew an F-15 and had a brief but unforgettable confrontation in the sky with the J-20 of the Chinese Communist Party.
That time, he managed to escape by luck thanks to his superb personal skills.
But the J-20's ghostly stealth performance, its bizarre maneuverability that completely defies common sense in aerodynamics, and the Dragon pilots' calm and almost terrifying combat skills have all left an extremely deep and indelible impression on him.
He knew that the J-20 of the Chinese Navy was by no means a "fragile toy" as Marshal Malinov said.
It was a truly dangerous, stealthy dragon from the East.
"Guys, shut up!" He finally couldn't help himself and coldly interrupted everyone's laughter through the public channel. "Put away your ridiculous, arrogant fantasies! Don't be too happy too soon! I'm afraid this battle won't be as simple as you think!"
His voice was like a bucket of cold water, instantly cooling the heated atmosphere in the channel.
"You don't understand our opponents at all!"
There was a hint of warning in Maxwell's voice.
"The Dragon Nation's J-20 is an extremely powerful fighter jet that should never be underestimated! Their pilots are elites, selected from mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Any slightest underestimation of the enemy will result in us paying the heaviest price!"
However, his kind reminder was met with ridicule and disdain from his teammates.
"Oh, come on, Maxwell!" said the Russian ace pilot named Ivan in a superior, sarcastic tone. "You weren't scared to death by those 'crayfish' in Stalingrad, were you?"
"Don't forget, what we're flying now is the invincible Golden Eagle! It's our greatest masterpiece! Not those flashy junks of yours!"
"That's right, Lieutenant Colonel! You're too nervous!" The Eagle-like pilot named Johnny also echoed, "We have forty-eight Golden Eagles! And according to intelligence, Pennsylvania has less than twenty J-20s at most! That's more than a two-to-one advantage! How can we lose?!"
"That's right! I think the lieutenant colonel is a coward! A wimp who was scared to death by the Dragon Country people!"
Another voice echoed sharply, full of provocation.
Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell's face turned ashen with anger when he heard these taunts.
He knew that these guys, who were blinded by victory and powerful weapons, would not listen to any advice at all.
He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that his worries were unnecessary.
However, just when the voice mocking him as a "coward" had not yet completely disappeared from the channel.
The sound suddenly stopped as if someone had pressed the pause button.
"...Cowards! Let me tell you, in my eyes, those guys from Dragon Country... uh..."
The channel suddenly fell into a strange and unsettling silence.
"Hello? Mike? Why are you silent?"
Johnny asked curiously.
no answer.
"Mike?! If you hear me, please answer! Report your situation!"
Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell's heart sank suddenly, and an extremely ominous premonition came over him.
Still, there was dead silence.
Immediately afterwards, all the pilots in the formation saw a horrifying scene through their wide-area data link that they would never forget.
On the far right side of the formation, the radar signal of Mike's Golden Eagle fighter suddenly disappeared from their screen without any warning.
It just disappeared out of thin air and mysteriously.
As if it had never existed.
There was no explosion, no flame, no distress signal.
Nothing at all.
Just like that, it disappeared.
“W-what’s going on?!”
"Where's Mike?! Where's his plane?!"
The entire communication channel exploded instantly. All the pilots' faces were filled with fear and confusion.
They frantically scanned the sky around them, trying to find Mike's plane.
But in the blue sky, there was nothing but white clouds and their teammates.
Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He knew that the most terrible thing had happened.
They were attacked.
But they don't even know where the enemy is.