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Chapter 774 Finished and done!

"Beep beep beep~~warning~~~beep beep beep beep" (alarm)

"Beep beep beep~~warning~~~beep beep beep beep"

"Beep beep beep~~warning~~~beep beep beep beep"

Inside the cockpit.

The radar alarm kept blaring its shrill and piercing sound.

Big Black was so anxious his face turned green.

He looked up and gazed around.

But apart from the dazzling starry sky and the pitch-black earth.

Surprisingly, no suspicious targets could be seen.

It's not just the big black guy.

The liberal men are practically terrified.

Because the alarm in his cockpit wasn't a typical 'warning'.

Instead, it's 'lock-on' (locked).

He was now firmly pinned down by that 'enemy plane' that was 'hiding its head and tail'.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The leftist man uttered several profanities.

"Cheetah, Eagle's Nest, I'm locked on! I'm locked on by that damn enemy plane, but I can't see where it is~~~" The white-left man's voice was almost distorted.

At this moment, he...

The arrogant and domineering attitude of before is gone.

Quite the opposite.

He's so nervous that he's even slurring his words.

In their panic, they even mistook a bright star in the sky for a 'navigation light' for enemy planes.

I almost aimed and fired.

It's not just liberal men.

The weapons operator in the rear cockpit—the voluptuous female pilot—was now also terrified and at a loss.

He looked up and peered through the canopy.

But no matter how you look at it.

There was still not a trace of 'enemy aircraft'.

"Psyduck, what are you standing there for? Break free from the lock and release the infrared jammer!" Big Black shouted into the communication channel from not far away.

The left-wing man then seemed to wake up from his dream.

Pull the control lever back and up sharply.

The nose of the F-15E Strike Eagle fighter jet immediately tilted high.

at the same time.

The man on the left pushed the throttle lever all the way down.

The two heavy-thrust turbofan engines immediately roared deafeningly.

The F-15E Strike Eagle was propelled vertically upwards by the continuous power, shooting straight up.

And just then, the F-15E Strike Eagle pulled away by making a sudden upward maneuver.

The weapons operator in the rear compartment immediately released infrared flares.

night sky.

The infrared chaff is particularly conspicuous.

Big Black gritted his teeth.

Press down the operating lever immediately.

They caught up with their companions and began a double-ring maneuver.

He now knows the approximate model of the 'enemy aircraft' hidden in the darkness.

If the enemy aircraft is not a fifth-generation fighter.

How could our own ground radar have come up empty-handed?
We didn't even notice a trace?
The issue is.

If the enemy aircraft is indeed a fifth-generation stealth fighter.

They beat them up like it was nothing.

Big Black was a distinguished pilot in the U.S. Air Force who had experienced many combat operations.

Also with the US Air Force
The F-22 Raptor fighter jet has conducted combat exercises.

He always remembers.

face
The feeling of powerlessness when facing the F-22 Raptor fighter jet.

They don't need to face you directly, nor do they need to engage in a dogfight with you.

Simply by using stealth technology to hide tens or hundreds of kilometers away, air-to-air missiles can easily spot you one by one.

Old Black still remembers the record of his squadron against the F-22 Raptor.

22:0.
So even though the 'enemy aircraft' we encountered today is far inferior to the F-22 Raptor in overall performance.

But they took out both themselves and their wingman.

It's still very easy.

So right now, Big Black isn't thinking about carrying out the mission.

After all, two South Korean helicopters had already been shot down. His current concern was how to return to base safely.

If it were really shot down by enemy aircraft.

Even if you eject from the capsule and escape, you still won't survive.

Because of this vast mountainous region.

That's Taliban territory.

The only chance now is to form a double-loop maneuver with the wingman, taking care of each other's flanks.

Let's see if we can escape the enemy planes' lock-on and attacks.

But just as the two F-15E Strike Eagles were performing a double-loop maneuver...

The alarm from the radar warning device that had been ringing incessantly in the cockpit suddenly stopped.

Big Black dared not be negligent.

Instead, it immediately shouted into the communication channel, "Psyduck, allocate the air valve immediately, change it, Now Now Now!"

"They are playing a cat-and-mouse game with us."

The liberal leftist immediately swore, "Damn it."

"Was it the work of the Xia people?"

"Damn Xia people, do they want to start a war between our two countries?"

The female pilot in the back cockpit looked shaken.

However, the big black man did not fly into a rage like the liberal left.

Instead, he remained vigilant, observing his surroundings. "Eagle Nest, have you spotted any enemy aircraft? Damn it, what is the CIA doing? They didn't even notice that the enemy has deployed fifth-generation stealth fighters right under our noses."

The U.S. military's forward command centers have long been in chaos.

The US military originally had a large number of ground and air forces deployed in Afghanistan, firmly controlling this vital passage in Asia.

While we're at it, let's also take a look at the Russian sphere of influence—Central Asia and the northern Xinjiang region of Northeast China.

The Pentagon believed it had achieved strategic pressure on both countries.

Who knew that Dongda University had already deployed fifth-generation stealth fighter jets in the northern Xinjiang province?
Then the US Air Force's advantage vanished instantly.

So it's not just Black people who are denouncing the CIA; even the US military's top command in Afghanistan is now hurling insults at the CIA.

Such important intelligence was not detected beforehand.

The CIA spends so many US dollars every year.

Did you raise a bunch of useless people?
The situation is a complete mess for the US military.

However, Jiang Chen had already pulled up the nose of the plane, concealing his whereabouts once again.

He did not intend to shoot down the two US F-15E Strike Eagles.

no point.

Unless the other party interferes with the execution of the task.

Then it must be on my 'kill list'.

But now that the mission has been successfully completed.

Two South Korean helicopters have already been killed by a single shot, and if the group of terrorists survives being hit by four LS-6 glide bombs...

Then it's up to the special operations team to handle it.

As for these two F-15E Strike Eagles?
Just scare them away.

After all, the enemy aircraft did not violate the airspace or pose a threat to the special operations team.

If we really manage to take it down.

They are in the wrong!
Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relations.

The University of Tokyo and the Americans got into a fight just a month ago. Now is a sensitive time, and there's no need to cause trouble.

Jiang Chen pulled up the machine head.

We returned to that valley.

Even though his current height exceeds 500 meters.

However, flames could still be seen shooting into the sky from the valley below.

Tsk tsk.

The power of the Leishi-6 glide bomb is indeed impressive.

He circled in this airspace for more than ten minutes.

They waited until the special operations team completely wiped out the remaining terrorists and withdrew from the valley.

Only then did they pull the machine head up again.

Heading eastward back!

A few minutes later.

Jiang Chen left the Wakhan Corridor and returned to China.

What he didn't know was.

This time I returned to China.

He stayed for less than twenty-four hours.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I've been in Danzhai for short drama scriptwriting training these past few days, so updates might be irregular. Logically, this book should have ended after finishing the South China Sea & Conflict chapters, but because it's been constantly blocked and deleted, a lot of content remains unfinished. So, I've decided to write another part of the story, a "free-spirited" section, about 100,000 words long, which will complete the story.

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