Changkong Fighter

Chapter 79 Rest
It's a new day. The sun illuminates the earth, the cumulonimbus clouds return all their water to the ocean, and the sky is clear under the morning sun.

The tiankeng was still exceptionally bright. Under the protection of the sentinels, the escaped life capsule approached the tiankeng and entered the "vortex" that bounded it.

The escorting sentinels separated again and flew around the tiankeng. The number of wandering sentinels also decreased from 90 to 76. After the number decreased, the sentinels did not continue to replenish supplies from the tiankeng, but remained at 76.

At the same time, to the east of the tiankeng, in the Pacific Ocean.

boom!
A huge fireball exploded on the Arleigh Burke-class ship. The Phalanx system was hit by the pulse laser and the ammunition exploded. The entire turret was blown away, and the damage control soldiers who were putting out the fire nearby were also engulfed by the fireball.

The main gun was destroyed by laser, and the melted barrel hung on the deck. Countless soldiers were carrying out damage control and fire fighting on the deck.

In the sky, the last two Sentinels were attacked by the F18 group, and the Vulcan cannons fired dense ammunition chains towards the area around the Sentinels.

"FOX2!"

The AIM missile flew out of the rack and flew towards the optical decoy, exploding around the optical decoy, sending shrapnel flying everywhere.

One of them was hit by shrapnel and disintegrated into pieces in mid-air. The remaining sentinels tightly grasped an F18.

"Six o'clock! BREAK!"

The wingman instinctively shouted in the communication channel, but the leader could not hear him at all.

The tip of the triangular sentry's top lit up, and a pulse laser shot towards the front fuselage, hitting the F18's fuselage with a bang, exploding a huge hole in the fuselage, and the fuel inside the fuselage was ignited by the high temperature.

The pilot tried desperately to adjust the fire extinguisher to control the fire, but it was not the engine that caught fire, and the fire grew more and more intense.

"Hyena 4! Disconnect the fuel line! Put out the fire!"

Whoosh! The fire rushed back into the cockpit, and the raging fire instantly engulfed the pilot. The pilot struggled a few times before disappearing in the flames.

The F18 lost control and fell towards the sea. After falling several hundred meters, it exploded with a bang.

"Hyena 4! You bastard!"

The wingman locked onto the sentry's six points and discovered that the previously agile sentry had become sluggish. The pilot had no time to think about why and immediately opened fire!
The Brrrr20MM cannon pierced through the Sentinel's optical decoy, streaked through the air, and flew into the distance.

"Fuck! It's fake!"

Although they had learned the experience summarized by the Carl Vinson Carrier Strike Group, the American pilots who encountered the Sentinel for the first time were still a little uncomfortable and hurriedly pulled up the aircraft and flew high into the sky.

At this moment, another F18 BZ (dive and climb) came down, and the Vulcan cannon roared, sweeping around the sentry at a rate of fire of several thousand per minute.
Facts have proved that as long as there are enough machine guns firing, there will always be a few rounds that can hit the target. This is a matter of "probability".

After a random fire, several cannon shots fired by an unknown F18 finally hit the Sentinel's fuselage, destroying it and scattering the wreckage.

With the four Sentinels destroyed by the Hyena Group and the Stout, communications were restored and the losses of the battle were reported.

The Hyena TFSC, which was originally fully staffed, now has only 4 left, and the deck of the Stout below is emitting black smoke, and the main and secondary guns have been destroyed by pulse lasers.

Most of the missiles in the VSL were fired into the air and luckily did not explode, but the radar system was completely burned and damaged and had to be returned to the factory for repairs.

"This is the Hyena Squadron, calling the magician, all enemies have been eliminated, only 4 planes remain in the squadron, the Stout is seriously damaged."

In orbit, after the weather cleared up, the optical sensor zoomed, and Gaofen-4 saw everything here.
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Two days later. After submitting the report and the special symbol engraved on the lifeboat, Liu Jun stood in the hangar, sipping a drink he had bought from the supermarket while watching the ground crew busy replacing the parts on the [Two Holes Two].

Considering that he and Leng Peiqiang had just completed their mission, the captain gave them a few days off to relieve the post-war psychological pressure. He said that if an emergency occurred, he would immediately set out to carry out the mission. Of course, if he failed the physical examination and psychological evaluation, he would not be able to fly even if he wanted to.

"I heard you were leaving?"

He heard footsteps from behind. Liu Jun turned around and saw his senior brother coming over and standing beside him, watching the busy ground staff together.

"Aren't you worried about her?"

"Of course, she's my plane."

Fighter jets are pilots' comrades-in-arms, and sometimes they accompany them longer than lovers.

"I'm here on secondment. Once the Liaoning arrives, I'll go back." Liu Jun talked about his situation.

After completing this mission, Zhang Jun, the carrier-based aircraft wing commander on the Liaoning, asked him almost every day when he would return, fearing that the Shandong's wing commander would detain him there—a huge loss! He seemed to be threatening to complain to the old commander at the command center.

It’s normal to think about it. The Liaoning has not many carrier-based aircraft, so the pilots are more important and quality is the key.

"It's very tense right now, and we don't have a chance to chat properly. When we get back to shore, I'll find you and Master. By the way, I have something for Master. Don't forget to ask me for it when you leave."

Ever since he "graduated" from Zhang Peng and was transferred to the Shandong, Leng Peiqiang hasn't seen his master for a long time. They can only contact each other through WeChat, and they don't get together once a year.

"Okay, when will you take on an apprentice?"

“Soon.”

It is an old tradition for old pilots to lead new pilots.

At this point, Leng Peiqiang looked around and, seeing that no one was around, asked in a low voice, "How many spindles do you think there are?"

As an "enemy" that he would likely encounter frequently in the future, the spindle caused Leng Peiqiang very serious psychological pressure, just like being targeted by a sniper from nowhere.

"I'm not sure, but judging from my recent sorties, this is my first encounter with a spindle. The tiankeng has been around for so long, and I haven't received any reports of encountering a spindle, so I think the number of these aircraft should be very small."

In any case, from Liu Jun's feeling, this spindle is like a special aircraft such as early warning aircraft and refueling aircraft, and the number may not be too large. Of course, these are just Liu Jun's guesses, and he doesn't know the details.

"It's not our turn to worry about this."

Hearing this, Leng Peiqiang laughed. Liu Jun was right. Some people were more anxious than them.

In the command center, all the experts looked at the battle record played on the screen solemnly.
"Pause! Replay"

An old academician with white hair directed the technicians to play back the moment of the spindle exciting the beam laser, and the technicians being directed did not show any impatience.

Looking at the video of the clouds being sliced ​​apart by the laser, and the expansion and explosion caused by the heated air along the attack path, the old academician frowned.
"A concentrated laser, or a laser generator with a very high energy level."

(End of this chapter)