Changkong Fighter

Chapter 27 I shot down three?
Zhang Peng operated the J15S, retracted the landing hook, folded the wings, and slowly opened the canopy. Liu Jun in the back seat was lazy, loosened his helmet and took a deep breath of the air pouring in from outside.

In the air, in addition to the familiar smell of the sea, there is also the smell of burning engine oil and aviation fuel. Ground crew members in the catwalk are busy directing the takeoff and landing of fighter jets.

After setting up the ladder, the ground crew climbed up and lay down beside the cockpit. They looked at Liu Jun with concern and said in a hurried tone, "Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, everything is fine and I can get off the plane by myself."

"Me too." Zhang Peng, who was sitting in the front seat, also indicated that he didn't need help.

Compared to the two pilots of the [140] aircraft who had exhausted all their energy and strength, they were much more relaxed. One of them had a strengthened physique, and the other had been "sleeping like a baby" throughout the fierce battle, so returning home would not consume much energy.

Liu Jun walked down the ladder from the plane, took off his helmet and looked back at the [139] plane. Compared to the clean and tidy appearance when it took off, it was now covered in dust. The cannon cover was once again blackened by the gas, just like a beautiful little girl with some stains on her face, a little naughty.

The tow truck towed the J15S away to clear the deck for other J15s to land. Liu Jun looked in the direction of the sinkhole. Some pixels reflecting colorful light could be vaguely seen in the sky. He squinted his eyes slightly, just like a sniper preparing before shooting.

At this time, Zhang Peng walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. There was no need for much words between men - he performed well in this battle.

"Master, are they really aliens?"

As a pilot who had fought dogfights with unidentified aircraft at close range and successfully shot down three of them, he could clearly see all the details of the other party, the glass-colored skin made of an unknown material, the propulsion system of an unknown principle at the tail, and the onboard weapons that were suspected to be energy weapons. There was no sign of human technology on them, and the design style alone did not match.

"I don't know, maybe."

Zhang Peng also felt that those aircraft did not seem to be creations of the Earth. The creations of a civilization have continuity, and the things they created more or less conform to the aesthetics of the individuals in the civilization.

"Let's go."

As they entered the island, they ran into the captain waiting for them. When he saw Zhang Peng, he raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down as if he had just met him for the first time. "Not bad, Lao Zhang! I didn't realize you were so good. You shot down three!"

"Shooted down three planes? Me?" Zhang Peng looked at the captain in surprise.

It took him a while to come to his senses. It turned out that the three unidentified flying vehicles shot down were all done by [139] aircraft. However, he was in a coma due to overload the whole time. Thinking of this, he seemed to react and turned his head to look at his apprentice. He looked at him with strange eyes and looked Liu Jun up and down, as if he was getting to know him all over again.

"Hey! If it's not you, then who is it?" The captain looked at Zhang Peng strangely, followed his gaze, and finally locked onto Liu Jun.

"My apprentice." Zhang Peng would not take credit for other people's achievements. If he was unconscious, it must have been Liu Jun who did it.

"He" the captain looked at Liu Jun in surprise and doubt. Through the battlefield records sent back by WZ7, they saw how the J15S shot down three fighter planes. The technique could be described as superb, decisive and without any hesitation.

"Comrade Liu Jun, well done!"

The captain gave Liu Jun affirmation in his heart. Being able to shoot down the enemy plane in actual combat could be said to be the final test of Liu Jun. At this moment, he was no longer a student. Even if he was now, he would not be soon.

"Thanks to my teammates' cover," Liu Jun said calmly. "No need to be so modest." The captain reached out and patted Liu Jun on the shoulder. He could tell that he really didn't think it was a big deal, and wasn't just sticking up his ass with pride.

"What should we do next?" Zhang Peng asked in a low voice beside the captain.

"Meet up with the Charles de Gaulle, and then return home first." The captain told the deployment he knew.

The enemy has appeared. Without detailed intelligence, the superiors will not let the Liaoning aircraft carrier battle group take risks. The Carl Vinson aircraft carrier battle group has already set an example.

At the same time, over the Western Pacific, several satellites were keeping a close eye on this place, especially the staring satellites, which saw the entire battle.

In the ocean, the Carl Vinson, which escaped the stinging range of the "Bee", slowly moved towards Hawaii at a speed of 20 knots.

The fire on the flight deck was finally put out after the damage control department tried their best to rescue it, but the flight deck also lost its function of taking off and landing carrier-based aircraft.

None of the carrier-based aircraft that took off returned home, as most were shot down by unidentified aircraft; those that were not shot down could not be guided, the ship's electrical system was paralyzed, and the AC generator was disconnected from the grid. When the carrier-based aircraft ran out of fuel, they would plunge into the sea.

The damage control personnel who successfully put out the fire sat dejectedly on the flight deck, looking at the extremely messy deck. Only skeletons were left after burning, and plastic insects were limp on the deck. The ammunition elevators were twisted and deformed by the explosion of ammunition. Several damage control personnel in yellow vests lay motionless on the deck, and more yellow vests were directly blown into the sea and were MIA.

Inside the aircraft carrier, the smoke from the fire killed many crew members who did not have time to evacuate. The surviving crew members were putting the bodies of their dead comrades into body bags. The densely packed corpses made the morale even lower, and no crew member had a smile on his face.

Inside the CIC, the captain in charge of commanding the battle looked at the preliminary loss report with a bitter smile. Ninety percent of the carrier-based aircraft were lost, 267 crew members were killed or wounded, and 25 were missing. It was still a question whether those seriously injured could survive to Hawaii. The casualties would only increase further.

Dozens of miles away, the subordinate ships that had not yet sunk were gathering the surviving crew members. Some of the crew members stared at the sinkhole in the sky with horror. They no longer had the courage to face those terrible enemies again. They just wanted to go home.

"Mr. President, we are in trouble."

In the Oval Office of the President at the Pentagon, the Secretary of Defense and several other senior officials looked grim as they held a hat called a "pot" and prepared to put it on the President's head.

The United States' power has been declining, and its governance and national capabilities have been falling to new highs. It was all supported by the military forces of the 80s. However, today, the invincible super aircraft carrier battle group suffered a Waterloo. Even if the enemy does not look like something from the earth, it has punctured this myth, the myth of invincibility.

It’s because American movies always feature aliens being beaten up.

"The Carl Vinson aircraft carrier battle group suffered a heavy blow!"

"How much is the loss?"

"Everyone! America is facing a serious challenge, and we need you to issue a national address immediately!"

The white-haired president's originally lively expression suddenly became dull again. He seemed not to hear clearly what the other party was saying, but he had already started cursing his father in his heart.

Oh God, can I retire peacefully?
(End of this chapter)