Great Power Technology

While He Kangmei was discussing the so-called irresistible reasons with his superiors, Cheng Chen had already flown into the sky in a fighter plane.

His target was an F-35 fighter jet flying from a distance. The opponent's flying altitude was very low and the speed was equally slow.

For that enemy aircraft, his purpose was not to penetrate the defense at low altitude and high speed, but to provoke the carrier-based air wing of the 002 formation just like the F18/A played with the J-15 last time.

After entering the air radar monitoring range, the F-35C suddenly increased its speed. After a beautiful lifting movement, the altitude began to rise linearly.

Cheng Chen also followed the other party's trajectory upwards, and at the same time shouted the usual eviction commands to the other party in the communication channel.

However, the F-35C pilot named Medellin obviously dismissed this.

After shouting the password three times, he openly provoked in the public channel:

"No need to shout anymore, this is the high seas, I am just exercising the right of free navigation. You can't catch us, and you can't shoot us down, why are you wasting your fuel? Just watch it, this is your adult's game."

Cheng Chen remained silent and just gently pushed the afterburner to further increase the speed of the J-15. The aircraft gradually approached the F-35 in front.

The opponent saw the chasing J-15 in the rearview mirror, so he also turned on the afterburner. After a roll, he began to fly in the opposite direction of the 002 formation, and seemed to be planning to leave.

But Cheng Chen did not relax his vigilance because of this. He followed the flight path of the F-35C. After flying for a while, he saw signs of the opponent's nose rising slightly. At this moment, he yanked the control Rod, the J-15 started to pull up ahead of the F-35 at a huge elevation angle.

After he completed the lifting action, the F-35C also completed a Cobra maneuver.

Cheng Chen lowered the nose of the aircraft, and the J-15 began to dive rapidly, falling straight towards the opponent.

This action startled Medellin, but as the most elite carrier-based aircraft pilot, he did not panic about it. After a few short operations, the F-35, which was still rising, gave up the follow-up attack. Action, rush straight up in the direction of the speed line!

The two planes just passed each other, and even in that brief few seconds, Cheng Chen could see the face of the pilot in the other side's cockpit from the cockpit.

This shows that during the maneuver just now, the relative distance between the two aircraft did not exceed 20 meters.

As long as you are not careful, you will be destroyed.

"SHIT!! Are you crazy??"

Medellin shouted loudly on the public channel. He was so frightened by the extremely dangerous action just now that he broke into a cold sweat.

He had never seen any pilot dare to dive downward with afterburner under such low-altitude maneuvering conditions, because as long as the control was slightly careless, he would face the end of crashing into the sea.

What's even more exaggerated is that the target of the opponent's dive is himself!

He had no doubt that if he had not made an emergency maneuver to avoid it just now, the other party would definitely rush towards him and use the vertical tail of the J-15 to open a hole in his cockpit!

Do they want to recreate the Barents Sea scalpel on this sea! ?

Fighter-to-fighter scalpel?

Medellin no longer hesitated and immediately activated afterburner to escape.

He didn't want to get entangled with such a crazy opponent. He had seen guard flight, barrel roll maneuvers, and ultra-close follow-up and interception, but he had never seen a fighter jet collision.

It's really not worth risking your own life in this kind of non-military operation.

Thinking of this, he opened the communication channel and called to the carrier air wing headquarters:

"Base, base, this is Bravo-2. I am being driven away by dangerous maneuvers by enemy fighters. Please return, please return."

After a while, the command's voice came from the communicator.

"Refuse to return. Please exit the enemy's air radar warning range and cruise on the edge. Our P-8A anti-submarine patrol aircraft has taken off from Kadena Base. Please perform long-distance escort missions for it."

".Received, disengaged, and carried out long-distance escort mission."

After the words fell, the F-35C headed east, preparing to go to the air to meet the P-8A.

Medellin fully understands what it wants to do. The headquarters is no longer satisfied with high-frequency demonstrations in the air, because when both sides have restrained, it is impossible for this kind of confrontation to achieve actual deterrence results. What they have to do now is to let the P-8A go to the warning sea area, drop the sonobuoy, and monitor the movements of the opponent's underwater submarine!

And once the opponent's submarine movements are exposed, then after losing the biggest reliance, this maritime duel can end in a bloodless way.

Thinking of this, he finally felt a little more relaxed.

Finally, I no longer have to risk my life myself.

As long as he relies on his speed advantage to get rid of the J-15 that is still following closely behind him, then his mission will be completed.

Looking at the J-15 getting further and further away in the rearview mirror, a somewhat mocking smile appeared on his face.

Turning on the public radio channel, he said:

"Stop chasing me. Goodbye, little baby. You will never be able to keep up with me. Go home quickly. Your mother is still waiting for you on the boat."

As he spoke, he increased the afterburner, and a dazzling Mach ring flashed from the tail of the F-35C. The fighter jet instantly exceeded the speed of sound.

The J-15 behind seemed to have given up chasing. After trying to follow for more than ten seconds, it flew a large arc in the air and headed back towards the 002 formation.

Medellin shook his head happily. For this mission, he originally planned to make a low-altitude pass over the 002 formation as planned, just like the carrier-based aircraft pilots of the Roosevelt formation did, but he did not expect that the other party would The response this time was so decisive.

None of our own fighter planes have been able to break through the opponent's 100-nautical-mile final cordon. There seems to be an invisible and intangible iron gate there. As soon as our fighter planes get close, they will be driven away by the opponent in an almost life-threatening manner. Leave.

It seems that they are going to fight to the end.

After a moment of silence, he opened the internal communication channel and said slightly teasingly:

"Friends, it's time for us to go home."

However, just as he finished speaking and before the other team members could answer, he keenly noticed that a small bright spot appeared on his airborne radar screen.

Then, a shadow fell over his cockpit.

"I am the Chinese Air Force. You are too close to us. Please leave immediately, otherwise I will intercept you!"

Broken English suddenly entered his ears. He subconsciously looked up and saw a huge heavy fighter jet floating quietly above his head.

J-20C.

The tail of this J-20 is also spraying bright blue flames, and judging from its flight attitude, such high-speed maneuvers seem effortless for it.

Medellin subconsciously pushed the control stick, trying to get rid of the opponent through large-angle maneuvers, but what he didn't expect was that the opponent was obviously a heavy-duty air superiority fighter designed to operate outside visual range, but it had no mobility in terms of maneuverability. Not my own at all!

Can't run away.

He sighed and shook the wings left and right to indicate that he was about to leave. After receiving the signal, the J-20C also pulled away slightly and followed behind him cautiously.

Medellin turned on the communicator, tuned to the public channel and said:

"Friends, this is the high seas area. I'm just flying normally. Is there any problem?"

"You can fly farther."

The reply from the J-20 in the headset was simple and indifferent.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, it was 400 nautical miles away from the 002 ship formation.

The F-35C fighter jet tracked by the J-20C discovered the P-8A anti-submarine patrol aircraft ahead through its airborne radar.

Medellin hesitated whether to continue the escort mission because he knew that once he entered the escort sequence, he would face a more severe interception by the J-20C.

He opened the communication and reported the situation to the aircraft carrier formation, hoping to stop this farce that was originally caused by him, but the command instead issued an order to continue the escort.

An ominous premonition arose in his heart, but the military order was difficult. When he was close to the position where he could visually see the P-8A, he reduced the speed to low-speed cruising, turned around, and guided and escorted the left side of the P-8A.

However, the moment he turned, he lost sight of the J-20C in the rearview mirror.

Turning his eyes to the radar screen, he saw that the small bright spot had distanced itself from him, but before he had time to rejoice, the plane rushed behind him at an incredible high speed!

Medellin subconsciously wanted to speed up his escape, but it was too late.

Just when he was hesitating to change his flight attitude, the J-20 had already appeared above his head and maintained the same low speed parallel to him.

Want to do a roll? ?

no.

An incredible idea flashed through his mind, and this idea was fulfilled in the next second.

After the J-20 slightly adjusted its flight attitude, a dazzling flame suddenly burst out from the nozzle of the vector engine. Then, the nose of the aircraft suddenly pulled up, and the blazing tail flame pointed directly at the F-35C below!

Unable to evade, Medellin was instantly involved in the opponent's wake. His flight stability was destroyed. The huge amount of data almost overwhelmed the flight control system. His fighter plane rolled down and fell.

At this time, he was only less than four thousand meters above the sea.

In just 20 seconds, his altitude had dropped to less than 1,500 meters, and he had not yet completely regained control of the aircraft!

"MayDAY, MayDay!!"

Medellin sent a hurried signal to the command center, and then after slightly adjusting the aircraft's attitude, he pulled the emergency ejection ring under the seat without hesitation!

After a slight explosion, the cockpit cover was thrown away, and he immediately ejected into the sky.

At this moment, all radio communications on the sea surface with a radius of thousands of nautical miles fell into silence.

The first surprise in this sea-air confrontation occurred.

After that, no one can predict how the situation will change.

Exactly 30 seconds later, all pilots on both sides received the return signal.

The situation took a turn for the worse.

A huge crisis is about to break out!