I built an armada.

In the cockpit, Lieutenant Colonel Fredette's mind was like watching a movie, with countless image slices flashing through it.

These footage clips all show him graduating from aviation school and then going to the top flight academy, Top Gun. Whether it was military exercises or participating in actual combat with the Keyi tribe, he demonstrated superb flying skills.

It can be said that since he became a pilot, all the flying techniques he had used came to his mind in this moment of life and death.

The memory of these fragments made him more certain that he must survive no matter what.

Even if I have to grit my teeth, I must fight to survive, and this belief is even stronger!
If he died at the hands of the Longxia Navy, he would be so disgraced that he could not accept this reality. He did not want to become a disgrace to the navy's carrier-based aircraft pilots.

Thinking this way, he didn't know that when the carrier-based aircraft on the Enterprise took off to rescue the Fukuno aircraft carrier fleet, eighteen carrier-based aircraft had already been shot down and eighteen pilots had died in advance of them.

If we talk about the first group of pilots killed by the Longxia Navy in history, it should be them!

In this way, even if Fredette and others were all killed by the Longxia Navy's anti-aircraft missiles, they would only follow in the footsteps of those eighteen people!

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

After taking several deep breaths, Lieutenant Colonel Fredette gradually calmed down. His eyes suddenly became extremely sharp and he began to enter his best state.

He quickly exited the supersonic state and entered the combat state, his eyes fixed on the radar display.

On the radar screen, he clearly saw the anti-aircraft missile getting closer and closer to the fighter plane, and he could almost hear the sonic boom of the missile rubbing against the air.

Moreover, the distance between the two sides is closing at a speed visible to the naked eye, especially when the speed of the fighter jets reaches the normal flight speed, the distance is closing even faster.

"Three anti-aircraft missiles, oh my god!"

"Three kilometers, two kilometers, one kilometer..."

Radar warnings continued to sound in the cabin, and the red warning lights dyed the entire cabin blood red, just like the famous scene in a horror movie where a female ghost in red descends upon the world, but he turned a deaf ear to them.

He stared at the radar display with wide eyes without blinking. He was not stupid but was waiting for an opportunity. It was a plan he made after weighing all the pros and cons.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally when the anti-aircraft missile was about one kilometer away from the fighter, Fredette suddenly turned on the afterburner, and the two engines roared immediately. The power was instantly pulled to the extreme, and the aviation fuel was also consumed crazily, and the rear of the fighter jet spewed out hot flames.

In an instant, the fighter jet enemy soared to an extremely high speed.

The fighter plane shot out like a rocket, and a huge push on his back suddenly came over him, pressing his body tightly against the ejection seat, and the pressure on his chest reached several Gs.

At this moment, the fighter plane reached supersonic speed of 1.8 Mach. With his quick eyes and hands, he immediately pressed the decoy bomb launch button.

If someone were looking from the ground, they would certainly be able to see that in the sky with the night sky as the background, an anti-aircraft missile spewing flames was about to collide with the fighter plane. At the moment, the fighter plane suddenly increased its speed to a very high level, and then the nose of the plane suddenly climbed rapidly towards the sky.

As the fighter plane climbed, a decoy bomb was ejected from the tail, and a series of flames bloomed in the night sky, just like fireworks exploding in the night sky, very brilliant.

However, the decoy bombs released by fighter jets are much more expensive than fireworks, so the cost is very huge.

"boom!"

The anti-aircraft missile flying in the front had no time to dodge and hit the decoy bomb, causing a violent explosion, and fragments were shot out in all directions at an explosive speed.

In this way, there were only two anti-aircraft missiles left. After circling in the air one after the other, they turned around and chased him again, keeping close to him.

"Finally one of them exploded."

Fredette did not dare to relax for a moment, and hurriedly continued to control the fighter plane. "There are still two missiles, damn, but so what, I want to live!"

The last sentence was almost spurted out from between his teeth, but it also expressed his firm belief in wanting to survive!

A moment later, with his hard work, the second anti-aircraft missile hit the target under the release of the metal foil and exploded directly in the air.

As for the other anti-aircraft missile, when he controlled the fighter plane to change direction, it passed directly through the fighter plane, and blew up another carrier-based aircraft in mid-air that had no time to dodge.

Fredette subconsciously glanced at the radar screen and did not find another anti-aircraft missile. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, but cold sweat involuntarily flowed down his forehead.

"Damn it! If that anti-aircraft missile hadn't hit the other fighter, my operation would have been perfect and could have been recorded in the pilot training manual of TopGun Flight Academy."

"Huh, I'm finally alive. Only if I'm alive can there be hope!"

Without the pursuit of anti-aircraft missiles, he hurriedly controlled the fighter plane to change to another route, flying straight towards the USS Vulture aircraft carrier without hesitation!

Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Fredette let out a long breath and felt a lot more relaxed. It really felt good to be alive.

Before that, when they received the new order from Captain Douglas of the USS Vulture, "Do your best to save your life, no need to go to the front line for support", he responded immediately and led the carrier-based aircraft formation to turn around and return.

No matter what, he had to lead the entire support formation back safely and escape from the pursuit of anti-aircraft missiles.

He couldn't help but feel very fortunate. He had narrowly escaped death several times when dodging anti-aircraft missiles. Fortunately, the F18 Hornet had good maneuverability, which he had utilized to the fullest.

After a crazy escape, the distance between him and the Vulture aircraft carrier was getting closer and closer, and his hope of survival was getting greater and greater!

After checking around and confirming that he was intact and his fighter plane was also intact, he immediately turned on the communicator and started asking questions.

"I'm sure it's safe. Everyone, what's your situation now? Report it!" As soon as he finished speaking, a series of very urgent voices rang out in the formation's communication channel. It was obvious that the other pilots were not as lucky as him and were not able to escape.

"Captain, I am lucky enough to be alive. I just escaped, but my fighter plane was pierced by a piece of debris."

"Captain, I'm still fighting the anti-aircraft missiles and struggling."

"Captain, I just escaped and survived."

"Damn it, Captain. I have used up all my countermeasures, but I still can't get rid of the missiles. I am afraid I will have to confess..."

"Captain, the missile hit..."

After a noisy crackling sound of electricity, the pilot's voice completely disappeared from the communication channel.

Many of them were blown to pieces by anti-aircraft missiles before they could even respond, completely disappearing into the night.

As the captain of the formation, Fredette knew very well that the pilot was most likely killed and his chances of escaping by parachute were very slim.

"Everyone, please pay attention. I want to remind you to prioritize saving your life. If you encounter extreme situations, you can immediately parachute out or abandon the fighter plane. Don't be reckless."

"Remember, when parachuting, you must save your life!"

After saying this, he subconsciously looked at the radar display screen. Suddenly, his pupils trembled violently and the blue veins on his forehead popped out.

The killing of the pilot was just the beginning. One after another, the carrier-based aircraft were hit by anti-aircraft missiles, exploded into a ball of fire in the night sky, and quickly disappeared from the radar display.

Fredette, who saw this scene, couldn't help but feel very fortunate that he was lucky and had a long life. Even though he was surrounded by three anti-aircraft missiles, he was still able to escape. It was also thanks to his comrades who blocked the bullets for him, otherwise he would have been among those who were killed.

In the current situation, he doesn't need to pass the information back at all. He is afraid that the USS Vulture has already known the relevant situation.

On the other side, in the main control room of the USS Vulture, Captain Douglas stood in front of the radar display, his pupils contracting violently.

On the radar display, he had seen that the carrier-based aircraft formation that had been dispatched had turned around and retreated. After a period of time, the anti-aircraft missiles launched by the Longxia Navy appeared and kept attacking the carrier-based aircraft.

Soon, an anti-aircraft missile was hit by an air-to-air missile, and the cursor disappeared on the radar display. Douglaston felt relieved and felt that he could rest easy. He even felt that they would definitely win in the end and that all the carrier-based aircraft would survive.

In any case, the incoming anti-aircraft missiles were shot down, and their number is decreasing, which is of great benefit to the survival rate of carrier-based aircraft, and the probability of survival increases!
But it didn't take long before he saw that the number of air-to-air missiles launched by his carrier-based aircraft was getting fewer and fewer, and finally there was no green cursor moving. It was obvious that all the combat missiles had been used up.

Next, when facing incoming anti-aircraft missiles, the carrier-based aircraft will have to take to the battlefield and compete with the missiles in terms of superior maneuverability and the pilots' flying skills.

It was because of this that he couldn't help but become nervous.

"It will definitely be a good result. Our reinforcements will be able to rush over to help soon." At this time, the deputy captain on the side expressed relief.

Even so, Douglas was not happy at all. Instead, he felt extremely heavy-hearted. He checked the flight records and said, "Reinforcements? It's been so long, and only four carrier-based aircraft were launched. How much of a role can they play?"

These words were like pouring a bucket of cold water on the captain, which almost made him shut himself in.

He was also very clear that just relying on the three or four carrier-based aircraft taking off would not be of much use. In the end, wouldn't it still be up to that batch of carrier-based aircraft to handle the problem?
Although the F18 Hornet has advanced performance, it has no advantage in terms of numbers, and naturally cannot form a scale advantage to fight against the huge group of incoming missiles.

If they flew to the second battlefield, they would probably just run for their lives!

Of course, if the same thing happens at a fixed airport on land, the take-off efficiency will definitely be higher than that of an aircraft carrier, and more fighter jets can be launched, but not too many more.

Seeing that the speed of the anti-aircraft missile soared to Mach 5 and was getting closer and closer to the fighter, Douglas almost held his breath, fearing that his breathing would affect the outcome of the air battle.

It had come to such a critical moment, so naturally he didn't dare to blink, his eyes were wide open!

When the red cursor representing the missile and the green cursor representing the F18 Hornet overlapped and collided with each other, and finally the two disappeared, leaving only a green cursor, Douglas felt a little better.

This proved that an F18 escaped, and that was Fredette's plane.

Then the second fighter plane successfully escaped the risk of being shot down, and he felt a little better.

It was just a change of one or two seconds. Then the situation took a turn for the worse. As more and more red cursors overlapped with green cursors, more and more of them disappeared at the same time.

When he saw the first fighter being destroyed, he felt uncomfortable but helpless.

His heart, which had finally gotten a little better, was suddenly intensified again. As more and more carrier-based aircraft were destroyed, he was so angry that he vomited blood and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Not to mention the huge cost of training carrier-based aircraft pilots, even the price of an F18 Hornet carrier-based aircraft is 18 million US dollars, which is priceless? I am afraid it is not even a fraction of the F carrier-based aircraft, right?
The destruction of one aircraft was enough to make his heart bleed, but as more and more carrier-based aircraft were destroyed, it became hard to accept and he felt so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

He no longer had the courage to continue watching, for he was afraid that he would have a heart attack and die.

Leaving the radar screen, he turned his gaze to the outside of the porthole. The night sky was still so peaceful and tranquil, but on the skyline, there was a fireball falling rapidly towards the distant sea.

Even though he couldn't see the long trail of thick smoke at such a long distance, he was sure that it was the F18 Hornet carrier-based aircraft that was hit. Another pilot was lost!
Of course, even if the pilot ejected successfully and parachuted successfully, the distance was so great that he would not be able to see even with a telescope, so the result would be completely unknown.

Not long after, the vice captain urgently reported: "Captain, the results of the second battlefield are out." (End of this chapter)