Legendary Captain

Chapter 349 We still have one person left!

Reception area at the Los Angeles Airlines Flight Base.

It's more of a lounge and relaxation area than a reception area, where many of the base's employees come to relax during their free time. This area offers a variety of leisure and entertainment options, making it a great place to unwind and de-stress. Most regular visitors are limited to this area.

After bringing Xu Qing in, Xu Xian headed straight to the restaurant. Rongfu Airport was quite a distance away, and the journey would be long, so Xu Xian figured Xu Qing would be tired. He decided to give Xu Qing something to eat first before talking to her.

The restaurant here is open to visitors, but since the base rarely receives visitors, it's not very large. Unless it's to see friends or family, internal staff, especially key personnel, are not allowed to eat here. People tend to chat about all sorts of things while eating, and in the staff canteen, surrounded by family, a slip of the tongue wouldn't have much of an impact. However, in a place where outsiders might be present, the impact is harder to control. Therefore, internal staff are not allowed to eat in this restaurant unless absolutely necessary.

This has resulted in the restaurant never being very popular; when Xu Xian and his group arrived, the restaurant was completely empty.

Xu Xian originally wanted to order some dishes, but Xu Qing stopped him, saying, "I've already eaten on the plane, I don't want to eat anymore, let's find somewhere to talk."

"Not eating anymore?" Xu Xian glanced at Xu Qing, his expression not exactly polite. "Then let's go to the window."

The two found a seat by the window and sat down. Xu Qing pursed her lips and said, "I came here this time for two reasons. First, to see how you've been, and second, to have some serious business to discuss."

"What's so interesting about my current situation? I'm doing great." Xu Xian grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, looking very sunny.

"Your mom and aunt are worried about you. However, they don't dare to come and see you, afraid they won't be able to resist. You're an adult now, you can make your own decisions, and they won't interfere with your decisions, they just hope you can stay safe and sound."

Xu Xian waved his hand: "Oh, it's always like this. When I was learning to fly, my mom argued with me countless times, I understand. Uncle Qing, you should know, this isn't a military camp, it's not that tough. Go back and tell my mom and aunt that I'm doing great here, and I've even built up some muscles, look!"

As Xu Xian spoke, he proudly showed Xu Qing his biceps. Although Xu Xian's physical fitness was still somewhat inferior to that of a regular soldier, it was a significant improvement over his past self.

"Alright, alright, I can see it now! I can see it now! You're a bit darker, but you look more manly now," Xu Qing laughed.

Xu Xian used to look like a pale-faced scholar. If he wore women's clothes and put on a little makeup, nine out of ten people on the street would probably think he was a woman. There's nothing you can do about being born with a feminine appearance.

However, Xu Xian doesn't have any effeminate tendencies at heart. He just doesn't pay attention to exercise, so he has thin arms and legs and looks very frail, which further accentuates his feminine characteristics.

However, after a period of time, Xu Xianxian had become much stronger, and his face was no longer as delicate as before; it had a weathered look.

There's no way to maintain the previous conditions in the high-altitude environment of a fighter jet compared to that of a passenger plane.

However, Xu Xian simply liked his current state. Xu Qing praised him as a real man, which he thoroughly appreciated!

"Of course, hehe!" Xu Xian raised his chin, looking extremely proud.

"What's it like here!" Xu Qing laughed. "How are the people? I heard that although this place isn't strictly part of the military, many people here are former military personnel. Won't your lazy nature make it difficult to fit in?"

Xu Qing had watched Xu Xian grow up and knew him inside and out. This kid was the type who would rather sit than stand, and lie down than sit. This kind of personality could easily be looked down upon by soldiers. Xu Qing was afraid that Xu Xian's personality wouldn't allow him to integrate into the group, or worse, that he might be isolated. Humans are social animals, and being isolated is extremely difficult.

"No! The people here are all very nice to me," Xu Xian said. "If they hadn't all gone out today, I could have introduced them to you."

Xu Xian was telling the truth; the people here had indeed treated him well, except for shooting missiles at him.

Xu Qing could see clearly what Xu Xian was saying, and it didn't seem like he was lying, which made Xu Qing very satisfied: "That's good, then I can rest assured."

"Uncle Qing, let's get down to business," Xu Xian said, pouring Xu Qing a glass of water. "What is it? You came all this way, it must be something important?"

"I suppose so." Xu Qing took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. "The first thing is about the maiden flight of D903."

"Well, that was because of me that it was delayed." Xu Xian couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. If it weren't for that runway overrun incident, Xu Xian would probably be a captain by now, and according to the plan, the maiden flight of D903 should be coming soon.

However, plans are plans, and plans can change. Xu Xian's current condition is simply not suitable for operating the maiden flight of D903. Xu Qing had previously told Xu Xian that the maiden flight would be postponed. But why did Xu Qing come specifically for this today? Could there be some other unforeseen event?

"Who knows what might happen?" Xu Qing seemed hesitant, but after stammering a few times, he finally said, "It's like this, isn't Lian Shanxue quite popular lately? Many directors on the board, as well as the airlines that purchased the D903, are demanding that the maiden flight proceed as scheduled. As for the personnel, we've replaced you with Lian Shanxue!"

To be honest, Xu Qing felt incredibly awkward saying those words. He had told Xu Xian that the maiden flight would be delayed, and now, not long after, they were changing personnel. It felt like a slap in the face.

However, this time they were truly at their breaking point. The key issue was that Mei Tingting had recently sacrificed Qingyuan Group's interests to keep Xingyou Airlines afloat. Many shareholders and directors had tolerated it out of respect for Mei Tingting. But if they were to arbitrarily postpone the maiden flight of D903 again, it would be another significant loss for Qingyuan Group. Once was manageable, but if it happened again, the number of dissenting voices would only increase, putting Mei Tingting and Xu Qing under considerable pressure.

Once the D903 takes off, it will be a huge boon for Qingyuan Group. Won't its stock price soar? That's real money coming in!

Delaying the maiden flight is like throwing money away! Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents! Mei Tingting has already done it once, and doing it again is really going too far.

Moreover, this wasn't just an internal issue within the group. Airlines that had purchased the D903 aircraft also strongly demanded that the maiden flight proceed as planned, while simultaneously requesting a change in the personnel selected for the maiden flight.

These airlines have been preparing for the operation of D903 for a long time. If it is delayed, the whole plan will be messed up. How can they accept that?

Qingyuan Group will be maintaining long-term relationships with these airlines in the future, and it's impossible for them to disregard the airlines' feelings.

This double whammy from both inside and outside made even Mei Tingting and Xu Qing feel extremely uncomfortable. Moreover, online, a large number of people wanted Lian Shanxue to replace Xu Xian, and this call had already broken through to a wider audience, becoming a short-lived cultural trend.

If, while the topic is still generating buzz, Xu Xian is replaced in accordance with public opinion, it will undoubtedly attract a massive amount of attention. Isn't the purpose of a maiden flight precisely to attract more attention?

If we hesitate any longer and wait until the peak traffic of this wave of snow in Lianshan passes, even if we change the person, the effect will be diminished.

Recognizing the critical nature of this period, Qingyuan Group, together with airlines both inside and outside the group, put pressure on Mei Tingting and Xu Qing, hoping to replace the personnel on the maiden flight as soon as possible and make it public.

Faced with the surging tide, Xu Qing felt for the first time that he couldn't hold on any longer. He had no choice but to come over to discuss it with Xu Xian and ask for his opinion. After all, Xu Xian was the one directly involved.

"Is Lianshan popular? How popular?" Compared to Xu Qing's apprehension, Xu Xian's focus was a bit strange. He was more curious about how much attention Lianshan Xue was getting online.

Xu Qing's face darkened: "I'm talking to you about serious matters! As for Lian Shanxue, she's incredibly popular. I heard that many film companies are in talks with Xingyou Airlines to bring Lian Shanxue's story to the big screen."

"Making a movie?" Xu Xian exclaimed in surprise, "You can do that?"

"Why not? Don't I have my own movie too? Is it really that surprising?" Xu Qing said, dissatisfied. "Let's get down to business. Your aunt and I are under a lot of pressure right now, so we came here to ask for your opinion on the maiden flight. If you..."

"I'm fine with it on my end," Xu Xian grinned. "I offered to fly your inaugural flight back then as a way of thanking you for your help. Now that there's someone better, we can just switch. I don't mind."

"You really don't care?" Xu Qing asked doubtfully. "Won't you feel like you're being outdone or abandoned?"

Why is Xu Qing reluctant to change personnel? Doesn't he know how much benefit replacing Xu Xian with Lian Shanxue would bring to the group at this stage? However, replacing Xu Xian would make him seem like a discarded pawn, which would undoubtedly hurt Xu Xian's personal feelings. This is the reason for Xu Qing's hesitation.

His purpose in coming here was to sound out Xu Xian's opinion. If Xu Xian also valued the maiden flight, then he would have to withstand the pressure and ensure Xu Xian retained the qualification for the maiden flight, no matter what.

But he didn't expect Xu Xian to be so magnanimous as to agree to the replacement.

"Compete with them? Outsiders are just watching the show. Do insiders really think I'll be outdone? Who can outdone me?" Xu Xian shrugged. "But making money still depends on these outsiders, doesn't it? They think Lianshan is more suitable, so why not just go along with them?"

"You still seem quite resentful," Xu Qing said.

"I don't care!" Xu Xian said these words clearly.

"If you didn't care, you wouldn't be here," Xu Qing sighed. "You still care about what others think."

If Xu Xian truly didn't care about what others thought, he wouldn't have come here. As for the specific consequences of running off the track? Who cares? At worst, I'll just stop flying. Marry Wen Jingshu, live a carefree and happy life—wouldn't that be wonderful?

But Xu Xian, such a lazy person, was willing to come here. Wasn't it all to prove himself? To prove that he had no problems with flight control, to prove that the plane overrunning the runway wasn't his fault?

He doesn't care what others think? How is that possible?

"So what? Things have come to this point. What can I do if I say I don't want to be replaced? Uncle Qing, you've already done enough for me. There's no need to insist any further." Xu Xian said resolutely, "Replace me! If you don't replace me, I'll feel even more guilty."

"Xu Xian." Upon hearing this, Xu Qing felt ashamed.

Xu Xian shrugged: "There are many things in this world that don't go as planned! One more won't make a difference! By the way, is this all? Uncle Qing, it seems you have something else to say!"

Faced with Xu Xian's clumsy attempt to change the subject, Xu Qing felt somewhat ashamed, but he still followed Xu Xian's lead and asked, "Have you seen that girl from the Wen family recently?"

"Jing Shu? No, I've been staying here a lot lately, I hardly ever go out." Xu Xian asked curiously, "Is there a problem?"

At this point, Xu Qing was truly exasperated. He had always felt that Wen Jingshu's pregnancy was a private matter between Xu Xian and Wen Jingshu, and that it was inappropriate for them to interfere. However, Mei Tingting disagreed and insisted that Xu Qing take this opportunity to sound out Xu Xian and find out whether he knew about Wen Jingshu's pregnancy.

"Well...it's just that your aunt went to see that girl last time, and she seemed...well, she seemed a little unwell, her complexion wasn't good. I don't know if you know anything about her health?" Xu Qing's words were quite roundabout. However, he really couldn't say it outright, after all, he was an outsider, and since Wen Jingshu hadn't told Xu Xian, he had no right to reveal Wen Jingshu's pregnancy to Xu Xian.

There was no other way but to try and probe indirectly.

"Is Jing Shu feeling unwell? Is it serious? What's wrong?" Xu Xian became anxious when he heard that Wen Jing Shu seemed to be feeling unwell, and grabbed Xu Qing and bombarded him with questions.

Xu Qing had no idea how she got back: "I'm sure everything's alright. I was asking you, why are you asking me?"

"I'm over here, something's not right! Something's not right! Are you hiding something from me?" Xu Xian looked around and felt something was off, and he could vaguely smell an unusual aura.

"How could that be?" Xu Qing smiled awkwardly. "You know me, I never lie."

It can only be said that Xu Qing really couldn't lie; he was extremely uncomfortable saying those words.

"Stop pretending. People who lie always look in the opposite direction; it never fails." Xu Xian stared intently at Xu Qing, his voice carrying a strong sense of accusation.

Xu Qing felt flustered under Xu Xian's gaze and mumbled, "Really, no."

"No?" Xu Xian's face gradually darkened.

In the air

The Guangdong Air Force's 6th Division, whose loss of just one fighter jet nearly wiped out the air defense forces near the 3rd Division headquarters, is speeding toward its designated location.

"Falcon One, Titmouse One, report on your respective squads' status and remaining ammunition." As the lead aircraft of the entire squad, Fox One decided to conduct a final self-check before advancing on the 3rd Division headquarters.

"Falcon III was shot down, Falcon II still has one Flamingo missile left, and Falcon I and Falcon III only have Eagle Sparrow missiles left."

"The Titman Squadron is fully manned. All Flamingo missiles have been launched; only the Eagle Sparrow missile remains!"

The twelve fighter jets that attacked the 3rd Division headquarters were divided into three squadrons: Fox, Falcon, and Titten, with four fighter jets in each squadron. Except for the No. 3 fighter jet of the Falcon squadron, which was shot down by an anti-aircraft missile before it was destroyed, the other eleven fighter jets were unharmed.

However, in the recent strike on the ground radar system, most of the Flamingo anti-radiation missiles were launched, leaving only a very small number to deal with any remaining air defense forces.

Apart from anti-radiation missiles, the other missile stockpiles remained unchanged. In addition to anti-radiation missiles and regular air-to-air missiles, each squadron's lead aircraft was loaded with four FC-81 free-fall bombs for the final destruction of the division headquarters.

Of course, none of these will actually be used; they are merely weapon signals launched from simulated air combat pods. However, if the signal indicates that the weapon has hit the effective bombardment range of the division headquarters, it means that the division headquarters has been destroyed.

"To be honest, I'm really envious of the fourth pilots in our three squadrons. They're all rookies, right? They've only been in the combat formation for a short time and they've already had the experience of destroying someone else's division headquarters. How rare is that?" one of the pilots exclaimed.

This time, the fourth aircraft in each squadron is flown by relatively young pilots, specifically the better-performing ones among them. The Guangdong Air Force is willing to give young people opportunities.

If they can perform well in this large-scale exercise, it will have a huge positive impact on the confidence of young pilots. Confidence is an extremely important catalyst for a person, and to accomplish the feat of directly attacking the division headquarters in their first exercise is an even stronger boost to their morale.

It is almost certain that the young pilots who participated in the attack on the 3rd Division headquarters will be able to maximize their initiative after returning home.

The other veteran pilots must have been envious; they never had such a good opportunity before.

"We didn't expect it to go so smoothly, it went too smoothly!" Tittush No. 4 exclaimed. To be honest, he just followed his predecessors, locked onto the radar position, and then launched the missile.

With such a simple maneuver, the air defense forces near the 3rd Division headquarters were almost completely wiped out, which was quite different from the scenario he had imagined before setting off. He had originally thought it would be a fierce battle, but in reality it was so easy and effortless, like a dream.

Destroying the enemy's division headquarters on the first large-scale exercise is quite an impressive achievement.

"There hasn't been any decent resistance from beginning to end. It seems the 3rd Division doesn't have a contingency plan for anti-radiation missiles," FireFox One laughed. "Alright! According to intelligence, the 3rd Division headquarters should only have about two squadrons left. The encounter plan remains the same. Titman Two, cover the entire squadron."

"Tiger Two understands. I'll take care of the close airspace for our team," Tiger Two said confidently.

"Remember what you said," Firefox One laughed. "Then, I, Tittusll One, and Falcon One will carry out the ground bombing mission, while the rest of the aircraft will provide cover. Understand?"

Before Firefox One could finish speaking, he suddenly raised an eyebrow, and several small dots appeared on his radar: "Brothers, prey has been delivered to our door."

To maintain secrecy, only Firefox 1's radar was turned on throughout the entire fleet, so only Firefox 1 could see the radar information.

"I'm sharing the data with you." With that, Firefox One transmitted radar information to other aircraft via data link.

"Seven aircraft? Is this a full-scale attack, a decisive battle?" Falcon 2 laughed.

"Logically speaking, two squadrons should have eight aircraft, so we're short one." Domestic flight squadrons generally have four aircraft as the standard. Two squadrons would have eight fighter jets. Now that they're all piled up at the division headquarters, the 3rd Division has no reason to hide anything; they'll definitely take off with whatever fighters they have left. So where is the last one?

"I heard that the Third Division has C20s." At this moment, Falcon One interjected.

This statement immediately caused tension among the entire team. The C-20 is currently the most advanced fighter jet, though it is destined to be replaced by the C-42 in the future. However, the C-42 has not yet officially entered service, so the C-20 is the most advanced.

The C-20 has stealth capabilities, and the 3rd Division is equipped with C-20s. They roughly know that two squadrons are stationed at the division headquarters, but they don't know which two squadrons. If one of the remaining two squadrons does indeed have a C-20, then the missing fighter jet would be their biggest threat.

A threat that can be seen is not a threat; what is unseen is the most terrifying.

"The C20?" As the lead aircraft of the entire combat fleet, Firefox One should indeed consider this possibility.

He pondered for a moment, then finally said, "Falcon One, Tit One, each of you lead your teams and spread out. Turn on your radars, and report immediately if you make any discoveries."

Firefox One felt that having eleven aircraft clustered together made them too large a target and limited the search area. Since the Third Division had deployed its last remaining air power, there was no need to be overly cautious. The only remaining concern was the possible C-20 that hadn't yet appeared. The three squadrons dispersed, each activating their radars to expand the search area and avoid being approached undetected.

Stealth fighters aren't truly invisible on radar; they simply have a very small radar cross-section. If the search and defense range is expanded, a single C-20 shouldn't cause much of a stir.

However, there is a real generational gap between the C20 and the C15 they were driving. If they weren't careful, there was a possibility that the C20 could ambush them.

The only saving grace was that even if the unseen fighter was a C-20, he knew of at least one. Fighting alone in air combat is a huge disadvantage. If even one more C-20 appeared, it would be two C-20s against eleven C-15s, and the eleven C-15s would most likely be the ones to lose.

Formation warfare maximizes the performance of fighter jets, while solo operations are subject to numerous limitations. Therefore, while Firefox One was somewhat wary, it was by no means overly worried.

He was quite confident about his side's chances of winning.

In another airspace, two squadrons of fighter jets that had taken off from the 3rd Division headquarters airfield were flying in formation. Based on the last bit of information transmitted from the destroyed radar station and the speed of the aircraft, they should have to wait a little longer before they could detect the enemy aircraft on the radar.

The two squadrons that took off this time were the Mole Squadron and the Warthog Squadron. The lead aircraft of the two squadrons was the lead aircraft of the Mole Squadron, while the lead aircraft of the Warthog Squadron was the second lead aircraft.

"Mole One, according to information from the forward radar station, the enemy has a total of eleven fighter jets, and the radar signals match the characteristics of the C-15 fighter jet," Warthog One reported.

"I know." Mole Number One's face was very unpleasant. Apart from him and Warthog Number One, the remaining two squadrons were all rookies who had just been assigned to combat units and could not be relied on at all.

In reality, even if their two squadrons weren't rookie squadrons, their chances against the eleven fighter jets of the 6th Air Division of Guangdong were slim. After all, they were currently unable to receive any ground support. Compared to the 6th Air Division of Guangdong, which had come from afar, they had virtually no home-field advantage.

"Stand by the agreed plan! Once enemy aircraft are spotted, don't worry about the missiles; shoot them all down quickly. Return immediately afterward, without any delay. Our only advantage right now is having a logistics supply base," said Mole One.

"clear!"

Modern air-to-air missiles have long ranges, but launching them near their maximum range carries a high probability of being evaded. Therefore, to ensure accuracy, pilots often choose to get slightly closer. However, closer proximity increases their own risk. Based on this, Mole One's strategy was to disregard accuracy; once an enemy aircraft was detected and within range, the first priority was to overwhelm it with sheer numbers of missiles. If accuracy was insufficient, quantity would compensate.

After firing all their missiles, they would turn back to the divisional base to reload and take off again for combat, repeating this process over and over. This was the only solution they could think of.

Compared to the aircraft of the Sixth Division of the Guangdong Air Force, the only advantage of the two squadrons of the Third Division is that they are closer to the supply base, which is the only possible point for them to turn the tide.

Even so, their win rate was still very good. This was because returning to base took time, and reloading took time, and those eleven fighter jets just wouldn't wait for them.

"After we encounter them, I'll lead..." Warthog One was halfway through his sentence when suddenly the onboard radar warning system beeped. The pilot of Warthog One immediately stopped speaking, realizing what was happening, and shouted into the channel, "I'm locked on! Damn it, how did I get locked on? Mole One, have you spotted them?"

"Locked on?" Mole One exclaimed in alarm, but he found nothing on the radar: "No, my radar isn't reacting at all, what's going on?"

Similar to the actions of the 6th Air Division of Guangdong, the 3rd Division's squadron only activated the radar of the lead aircraft to avoid being too conspicuous and detected too early. But why is it that, despite both being C-15 fighters, they couldn't see each other, while the other side had already locked onto them? This doesn't make sense!

Unless Mole One suddenly thought of a possibility.

Just then, the alarm on Warthog 1's radar early warning system suddenly became urgent and low: "Missile launched! Where?"

This higher-frequency, lower-pitched alarm sound is the signal that a missile launch has been detected.

At this moment, the battlefield situation of the two sides facing off was clearly displayed on the large screen in the combat analysis room of the 3rd Division headquarters. Simulated signals of a Hawk-Sparrow missile launched from an air combat simulation pod of a fighter jet from the 6th Air Division of Guangdong Province were also displayed on the screen. This simulated missile signal was now hurtling towards one of the fighter jets in the 3rd Division's squadron.

However, there was no response from the 3rd Division's squadron.

It wasn't that the 3rd Division's squadron was slow to react; it was that they simply didn't know where the enemy was!

"So it's been updated. That's some impressive radar coverage." Wang Zhaoxin sneered. "Not a single word leaked out before; they kept it a tight lip!"

Why was it that the Guangdong Air Force's 6th Division was able to detect the Xi'an Air Force's 3rd Division's aircraft first, even though they were both C-15s? The answer is undoubtedly that the Guangdong Air Force's fighter jets had upgraded radars, while the 3rd Division's radars were better.

"The C15K, radar-enhanced version, how about it?" Huang Jue didn't hide anything and laid it all out: "We've made some preparations for this exercise."

"Prepare a little? I think you've prepared quite a lot, haven't you? You've brought out your most treasured possessions, haven't you?" Wang Zhaoxin said disdainfully.

Huang Jue laughed and said, "Commander Wang, it's all about the winner taking all the credit. If you just want to gain an advantage through words, then so be it."

The battlefield situation map clearly shows that the 3rd Division has not yet located the 6th Division's aircraft formation, which is fatal. Now it's a situation where the 6th Division is unilaterally attacking the 3rd Division!

The C15K variant is a radar-enhanced version. In essence, it remains largely unchanged, except for the replacement of the radar with a larger and more powerful one. However, this single change is enough to give the Guangdong Air Force a much longer-range view, thus providing them with an unparalleled advantage.

The current state of weaponry is characterized by a significant overabundance of offensive capabilities. Detecting the enemy earlier can give one a near-overwhelming advantage in a short period of time, just like the current situation of the Sixth Air Division of Guangdong.

They could fire missiles at the Third Division at will, and the Third Division was completely unable to retaliate.

"Hmph!" Wang Zhaoxin stopped talking. In this situation, it would be as if he couldn't accept defeat if he wasted any more words.

Indeed, by this point, Wang Zhaoxin was nearly out of hope. To be precise, when the anti-radiation missiles destroyed the ground-based air defenses, the hope was already extremely slim.

Wang Zhaoxin is a rational person; he understands the true nature of his situation!

Accompanied by a rapid alarm, Warthog One began to pull up frantically, then inverted and suddenly plunged down, flying backward.

"Make the rollers, make the rollers move!" Mole One shouted into the channel.

Roller maneuvers are also a way for missiles to evade attacks. They involve the fighter jet rotating around a larger radius axis while rotating on its own axis. This constantly rotating flight method can consume the missile's energy very quickly.

Although the missile signals launched from the air combat simulation pod are invisible to the naked eye, they can be seen on the radar screen. At this time, Warthog 1 has turned on its radar and can receive the simulated missile signals.

While performing the rolling maneuver, Warthog 1 waited a moment until the missile approached before releasing chaff.

It was clear that the incoming missile was launched at approximately its maximum range. Shortly after Warthog 1 evaded the missile and deployed chaff, it broke free and flew off course, deviating from the direction of the aircraft.

Once the missile was released, the alarm sound from the radar early warning system became slightly quieter.

Watching the missile's signal whiz past on the radar, Warthog 1 shouted over the channel, "I dodged it! I dodged it!"

Hearing Warthog Number One's excited voice, Mole Number One breathed a slight sigh of relief, thankfully the attack hadn't hit its mark on the first try.

But Warthog One's joy was short-lived; the alarm, which had just subsided, suddenly blared again. The Warthog One's pilot froze for a moment: "This..."

"Damn it, there's one more!" With Warthog One's roar, the missile signal reappeared. Warthog One had already exhausted too much energy to dodge the previous missile, and now, with the second missile looming, the missile signal was already within reach.

"Damn it!" Warthog Number One's expression changed drastically.

The moment Warthog One's roar faded from the channel, its signal vanished instantly from the level display of the other aircraft in the fleet.

Mole One's pupils contracted sharply, indicating that Warthog One had been shot down!

However, before Mole One could recover from the shock, the radar warning system alarm sounded in his cockpit, just like it had sounded on Warthog One earlier.

He's been locked down too!

"Mole Number Two has been locked on!"

"Mole Number Three has been locked on!"

A series of calls rang out on the channel, all reporting that the fighter jets had been locked on.

"How is this possible? How could this happen? How many medium- and long-range air-to-air missiles did they bring?" Mole One glanced at the radar again, but still couldn't find the Sixth Air Division of Guangdong. He was almost going crazy; everything happening now was completely contrary to normal battlefield rules.

Logically speaking, the mission of the dozen or so Guangdong Air Force aircraft that came this time was definitely to bomb the division headquarters. That would mean they would be carrying a considerable number of air-to-ground bombs. In addition, the air defense missile brigade that just destroyed the various radar stations is almost certainly carrying anti-radiation missiles, and in considerable numbers. Air-to-ground bombs and anti-radiation missiles alone will occupy a lot of weapon hardpoints, and the remaining space will need to be allocated to medium- and long-range missiles and short-range air-to-air missiles. That would mean that the eleven Guangdong Air Force fighter jets actually have a relatively small number of medium- and long-range air-to-air missiles.

However, the way the Guangdong Air Force's Sixth Division fighter jets attacked Warthog 1 just now didn't seem like they lacked medium-range air-to-air missiles at all.

Mole One was almost certain that the air-to-air missile launched at Warthog One had been fired at near-maximum range. Otherwise, their radar would have definitely detected the enemy aircraft if it had gotten any closer.

Firing a missile at its maximum range does not guarantee a hit, which is why pilots tend to fire a follow-up shot to increase the hit rate.

The method of firing a supplementary missile is quite extravagant and completely inconsistent with his prediction that the 6th Division of the Guangdong Air Force lacked medium- and long-range air-to-air missiles.

Unless the Guangdong Air Force abandons or almost abandons the loading of short-range air-to-air missiles and instead replaces the hardpoints for short-range air-to-air missiles with those for medium- and long-range air-to-air missiles.

"Yes, that's definitely it! They must have upgraded to a more advanced radar, so they're confident they can detect us early and take us out beyond visual range, avoiding close-quarters combat." Mole One felt a chill run down his spine: "So they don't need close-range air-to-air missiles, but instead have used the freed-up space for medium- and long-range air-to-air missiles. Therefore... they don't lack medium- and long-range air-to-air missiles! Damn it!"

Just as Mole One was figuring out the situation, ten Eagle Sparrow missiles were launched from different aircraft and hurtled towards the 3rd Division's air group. Two of these missiles locked onto a single aircraft.

In the operations analysis room, as the ten missile signal lights enveloped the 3rd Division's aircraft squadron, Wang Zhaoxin's face turned extremely grim.

"Commander Wang, the situation is settled!" As soon as Huang Jue of the Sixth Division of the Guangdong Air Force finished speaking, the remaining six points of light representing the Third Division of the Western Air Force disappeared one by one, and finally the entire army was wiped out.

Wang Zhaoxin suddenly closed his eyes, his chest heaving rapidly, as if a volcano was brewing within him.

"Hey Commander Wang, there's only one plane left!" Huang Jue scoffed, looking at the lone fighter jet loitering in the corner of the airspace. "Even if we let that plane fire at will, it seems like it doesn't have as many missiles as we do, haha!"

Huang Jue didn't actually know what type of aircraft the remaining plane was. However, among the mainstream aircraft types, none could carry more than eleven missiles. In other words, even if the remaining plane had a 100% hit rate, and even if the planes of the Sixth Air Division of Guangdong didn't retaliate, the remaining fighter jet wouldn't be able to cause any significant damage.

Faced with the almost blatant mockery, Wang Zhaoxin had no reason to refute it, only feeling an unbearable tightness in his chest. However, Li Cheng, standing beside Wang Zhaoxin, had his expression constantly changing.

Noticing Li Cheng's unusual demeanor, Huang Jue raised an eyebrow: "Li Cheng, look at you, still not convinced? What, does your Luohang fleet have a backup plan? Weren't they all sent out? What do you have to fight us with?"

At this very moment, at the top rear of the operations analysis room, a surveillance camera is watching everything inside.

Huang Jue was certain that the entire combat force of the Luoyang Air Force had been deployed to resist the attack of the 4th Naval Air Division. So why was Li Cheng still acting so defiant?

Huang Jue and Li Cheng had some prior acquaintance, which is why he casually asked about it. Otherwise, Huang Jue wouldn't have even glanced at Li Cheng. To be honest, Li Cheng wasn't really a real soldier anymore; there wasn't even a place for him to stand here.

"Li Cheng, let it go!" Wang Zhaoxin patted Li Cheng on the shoulder. He also felt that Li Cheng was just angry, but there was no point in arguing at this point and showing that he was petty.

"No! That's not right!" Li Cheng pushed Wang Zhaoxin's hand away and faced Huang Jue directly: "There's still one person left!"

I don't know why, but why did I say I was going to drive in the last chapter, and even call myself vulgar? I don't understand! @

(End of this chapter)