I built an armada

"At the temporary air force base in the Aleutian Islands, the Eagle Tribe does not have an air force deployed, only our Air Self-Defense Force."

After listening to the signalman's explanation, Onodera Mai nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

He didn't dare to make too many guesses now, but he felt inexplicably panicked, as if something bad had happened.

The number of fighter jets in the first batch reached more than 30, so the number in the second batch will definitely not be less than this number.

There are more than sixty carrier-based aircraft coming to support in the two batches. Onodera Mai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart. With so many reinforcements, it is enough to give the Longxia Navy a hard time.

But before he could be happy for three seconds, he heard the extremely anxious voice of the radar monitor.

"Report, report to the captain, enemy planes, enemy planes are attacking!"

What?

What does it mean when enemy planes attack?

Isn't it the Longxia Navy that is attacking? Why are there enemy planes? Who are they? Looking at the entire battlefield, it seems that only the Longxia Air Force has arrived.

Thinking of this, Onodera Mai's fists clenched tighter, her face turned extremely pale, as if she had lost her parents, and she was terrified.

The Longxia Navy had already given them enough trouble, and now there were fighters from the Longxia Air Force coming to attack. Would they be able to survive? The second round of firefight was about to begin, and whether he could survive was another matter. Even if there were carrier-based aircraft coming to support him in the air.

After taking two deep breaths, Mai Onodera hurriedly ordered: "Sound the air defense alarm for all ships, prepare to start..."

Before he could finish his words, the radar monitor's anxious voice sounded again: "Captain, it's the Longxia Air Force. They are their fighter jets, and there are a lot of them, more than 26!"

Ignoring the unpleasantness of being suddenly interrupted, Mai Onodera impatiently rushed to the radar display screen to check it out. She felt as if she was hit by a stick and her whole head was buzzing.

It was really scary. Their side had dispatched a combat wing, and the second batch was still on the way, but the Longxia Air Force had already dispatched more than two combat wings in the first wave, gaining an absolute advantage in numbers!

Mai Onodera felt like the sky was about to fall. The situation was already very difficult, and escaping was a huge problem.

It was just a guess before, but now it has been confirmed. The thing he least wanted to see happened, making him feel like vomiting three liters of blood.

"Long, why did the Longxia Air Force come out? Isn't this causing trouble for us?"

Mai Onodera was in a very bad mood. They had already suffered a lot from the ambush by the Longxia Navy, and now the Longxia Air Force had joined the fray. Wasn't this just adding insult to injury?

The deputy captain at the side noticed Onodera Mai's displeasure and quickly consoled her, "Captain, the Longxia Air Force is too weak and their equipment is very low-level. They are far inferior to our Air Force. Their large numbers are useless and they can only passively take the beating."

This analysis made Onodera Mai suddenly realize, and her nervous expression was instantly relieved.

Although the Longxia Air Force started early and its strength is increasing, it is now facing a joint technological blockade by the Eagle Tribe and the White Bear Tribe, which directly cuts off the retreat of the Longxia Air Force's equipment development.

Naturally, its equipment level is much worse than that of the Eastern Wilderness Air Self-Defense Force. It is no exaggeration to say that there is a technological gap between the two.

So far, the Longxia Air Force is still equipped with a large number of second-generation aircraft such as the Liuye. Even if it has third-generation aircraft, they are Su-27 aircraft purchased from the White Bear Tribe, and there is still a technological gap between them and the F15.

From the perspective of international arms trade, the Longxia Air Force's desire to purchase a complete version of the third-generation fighter is basically empty talk. Even if it purchases a castrated version, subsequent orders were forcibly canceled due to the impact of the military blockade.

With the Longxia Air Force trapped both internally and externally, Onodera Mai felt that the Air Self-Defense Force would be able to completely defeat the Longxia Air Force. After all, numerical advantage is nothing compared to technological advantage!

After figuring out all the key points, Mai Onodera couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and her confidence instantly increased a lot.

"Pass the order down, after locking the target, you can open fire!" Onodera Mai gave the order decisively.

The deputy captain took the order: "Yes, Captain!"

The anti-aircraft firepower department immediately entered the first level of combat readiness. The long-range warning radar has started intensive air scanning, and the fire control radar is ready to lock onto the target and guide missiles to attack at any time.

On the other side, the Aleu Islands temporary Air Self-Defense Force base.

Dozens of ground-attack missiles launched by the Third Combat Corps led by Cao Youren finally arrived over the Air Self-Defense Force base after three minutes of flight, preparing to launch a final carpet attack there.

The farthest missile in this batch is less than 50 kilometers away from the temporary base. It can be said that it only takes one sprint to complete the attack mission on the base runway.

In about three minutes, the temporary air force base on the Aleutian Islands urgently took off several batches of Air Self-Defense Force fighter jets and headed for the battlefield.

In the main control room of Ship 126, Cao Youren stood in front of the radar screen, staring closely at the movements on the display.

The ninety-two missiles were divided into two batches. The first batch naturally targeted the fighter jets that took off, while the land-attack missiles went directly to the Air Self-Defense Force base. Only by completely destroying the Air Self-Defense Force base could their subsequent support be completely cut off.

After avoiding the decoy bombs released by the fighter jets, the first batch of anti-aircraft missiles rushed directly towards the fighter jets, with a speed that exceeded the fighter jets' maximum overload of 9G.

His sight passed through the porthole and looked towards the night sky not far away. At the end of the deep night sky, flames kept appearing suddenly and then quickly extinguishing, over and over again.

Faced with the attack of such advanced and fast Hongqi 901B air defense missiles, more than a dozen fighter jets that had taken off from land not long ago tried their best and even fired all their air-to-air missiles and released all the metal foil strips.

In the cockpit of a fighter jet, the pilot Iida Tsunji stared at the display screen in front of him with an extremely nervous expression. He held his breath and kept operating the joystick with his hands, adjusting the fighter's flight attitude. He even turned on the afterburner and opened the throttle to the maximum.

The fighter jets were constantly performing difficult maneuvers in the air, such as rolling and extreme flying, in an attempt to avoid missile attacks.

Even though some of the anti-aircraft missiles were consumed by these means, there were still many that broke through various barriers and chased them directly.

The alarm sounded like a death warrant as the aircraft was being locked by a missile. The entire cockpit was a blood red color. Iida Tsunaji glanced at the radar screen and saw that the incoming missile was getting closer and closer.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded Mach 2.3, forcing him to have no choice but to perform a barrel roll or make a large-angle turn to avoid it.

Even though he was an ace pilot with superb flying skills, any fancy moves seemed redundant at this moment and naturally could not be used.

If it flew in the valley, it might be possible to make the missile collide with the mountain directly through a series of flying maneuvers. But now, apart from the sea, there was only the vast night sky, and there was nothing to block it.

“Huff, huff!”

Iida Tsunade was breathing heavily, and the radar warning sound became more and more rapid and unusually loud.

"Calling Command Center, calling Command Center, I'm locked down!"

"It's over. If I don't parachute, I'm done."

Originally he was thinking about escaping, but he didn't expect the missile to suddenly accelerate and approach, forcing him to have no time to do anything. Iida Tsunade could only press the automatic ejection button.

The rocket booster on the ejection seat suddenly ignited, and at lightning speed, it broke through the cockpit glass cover and ejected Iida Tsunaji along with the seat.

And at the moment he ejected from the cockpit, the missile hit the fighter.

"boom!"

The shock wave and air waves generated by the violent explosion directly overturned it several times, and finally it flew away into the distance. It was hard to predict whether it was life or death.

The first fighter plane turned into a fireball in an instant and exploded. The flying debris even hit a nearby fighter plane, which was also blown up.

The pilot of the wingman was not so lucky. He and his plane were blown to pieces before he could call for help.

"Skydive, skydive!"

At this moment, urgent calls from the command center were heard in the cockpits of many fighter jets.

The fighter pilots were all calling for help, but in the end it was too late. The explosions continued one after another, it was so lively, like oversized fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky.

Following the explosion, many fighter planes dragged long flames, drawing beautiful arcs of light and shadow in the night sky, and fell towards the inky black sea in the distance. All of these fighter planes were hit by missiles.

Those pilots who did not have time to parachute naturally fell directly into the sea with the fighter planes, and some pilots were hit to death by debris when the plane crashed.

For those pilots who eject, what will eventually await them is the embrace of the sea. As for whether they can survive, it depends on whether they are blessed enough by God.

In the blink of an eye, the first batch of fighter jets that took off were completely wiped out.

The first batch of fighter jets that were hit were naturally different from the twenty or so fighter jets that took off urgently afterwards. They still had combat effectiveness, but when they saw the constantly flashing flames of explosions, they all panicked.

Compared with those fighters that took off for combat, there were even more fighters at the airport that had not had time to take off, and the missiles aimed at them were approaching at an extremely high speed.

The sound of the air raid sirens echoed in the sky above the airport like a ghost, and was particularly harsh. Even the sound of fighter jets exploding could be heard here, and mixed with the sirens, it seemed so terrifying and shocking.

On the runway of the airport, a large number of pilots held their helmets and rushed towards the hangar where their fighter jets were located, desperately trying to take off as quickly as possible.

For them, only by taking off can they save their fighter jets and their own lives.

And on the runway, there were still many fighter jets that taxied here in advance and took off with emergency afterburners, trying to get off the ground as soon as possible.

The runway is so wide and there are only two of them. Being able to take off more than two dozen fighter jets in just three minutes has already reached the maximum speed, and these planes are still preparing on the runway in the posture of an elephant walking.

If they had not been faced with a life-and-death crisis, they would never have adopted this fastest wartime fighter take-off method learned from the Eagle Tribe Air Force. This shows how anxious they are!

Inside the Aleutian Islands Command Center, Commander Hayashi Yaichiro looked extremely nervous at the moment, his eyes fixed on every move on the radar screen.

Seeing the cursors of the first batch of fighter jets taking off disappear on the screen, he was so angry that he almost vomited dozens of taels of blood. He was really angry, and his heart was burning with rage!

The first batch of fighter jets were going to support the destroyer USS Nordikaze, but they were intercepted before they reached the battlefield. Not a single one was left, and the pilots' lives and deaths were unknown.

"Baga, the first batch of tasks were not completed yet, and they were all defeated."

Lin Yaichiro's heart was bleeding. He slammed his clenched fists on the command desk and cursed with gritted teeth.

"General, now is not the time to be sad."

The deputy commander at the side quickly reminded, "The radar shows that the second batch of missiles has arrived and reached the base's cordon."

On the radar display, the second batch of incoming missiles numbered more than seventy, advancing at a speed of more than Mach 2.3, and had already broken through the first warning line, rapidly approaching the base.

The speed was really too fast. The red cursor on the radar screen, representing the incoming missile, was moving at an extremely fast speed and was closing the distance to the base at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is the air defense force ready? Intercept, intercept!" Lin Yaichiro screamed hysterically.

The deputy commander immediately said: "Report to the general, the ground air defense forces are ready, and they will immediately open fire to intercept incoming missiles if they break through the cordon."

Seeing that the missile had already broken through to 38 kilometers, Lin Yaichiro could not wait to shout: "Intercept, intercept immediately! There must not be any fish that slip through the net!"

He knew very well that if an incoming missile escaped the net, the consequences would be disastrous!