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The convoy must not be affected.

The thought lingered in Li Yichen's mind for only a fraction of a second before his body reacted before his consciousness could process it.

The vector nozzle angle deflected, the battle suit turned around, and it rushed out at full speed towards the direction from which ten F-35Cs were flying.

Stay away from the convoy. Stay away from those 137 lives.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Ling'er's prompt popped up.

"Go to meet them."

"That's ten fighter jets!"

"I know."

Four minutes later.

Eight thousand meters above the ground.

Li Yichen reduced the thrust and hovered in the night sky. Ten red markers on the HUD were approaching from the southwest, neatly arranged and spaced precisely.

One kilometer.

He just hung there, waiting.

Across from them, in the cockpits of ten F-35Cs, the lead pilot spotted the target through his helmet-mounted sight.

A kilometer away, the silver-gray silhouette hung motionless in the air.

I didn't hide. I didn't run. I just stood there and waited for them.

"All units, target locked." The captain's throat was dry.

He had watched the video before he took off. Five wingman planes, fifteen seconds, all wiped out. No trace of their bodies.

"Beware, this thing is extremely fast. We have absolutely no advantage in close combat. Everyone keep your distance, machine guns fire salvo, don't let it get close!"

"receive!"

Ten fingers pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

30mm cannons. 3,300 rounds per minute. Ten aircraft firing simultaneously.

The barrage of comments poured in from all directions.

The trajectory of the tracer bullets sliced ​​the night sky into fragments, the orange-red light as dense as a torrential rain.

Li Yichen moved.

The armored vehicle weaved through a hail of bullets, its thrusters fine-tuning their angles dozens of times per second. Ling'er calculated the trajectories in real time from the backend, evading the targets with centimeter-level precision.

Flip to the left. Roll to the right. Upward. Dive.

Most of the bullets whizzed past him, and the red trails of the tracer bullets wove a dense net in his field of vision.

However, firing ten aircraft simultaneously would cover too large an area.

boom.

A 30mm armor-piercing round hit the breastplate squarely.

Li Yichen paused in mid-air for a moment.

pain.

Not fatal, but excruciatingly painful. A small section of the armor's chest plate dented; the carbon fiber titanium alloy protective layer blocked the penetration, but the kinetic energy was transmitted completely.

Another shot. It hit his left shoulder.

He gritted his teeth.

Damn, it felt like I'd been shot by a slingshot.

We can't keep this up. Ten planes firing simultaneously is too much coverage. We have to get closer.

The armor accelerates. Mach 3. 3.5.

He stopped dodging and charged straight at the barrage of comments.

Bang! Bang! Three shots hit his legs and waist armor in quick succession, each one causing him to groan. But his speed didn't decrease.

The pilots of the ten fighter jets watched as the signal on the radar approached at a frantic acceleration, their palms starting to sweat.

"Spread out! Spread out! Don't crowd together!"

The captain roared.

He realized it. Once this thing got close, they wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

Ten F-35Cs dispersed in ten directions, maintaining a two-kilometer distance between each other.

Li Yichen stopped abruptly.

The plan fell through.

Ten targets were scattered across an airspace of twenty kilometers in radius. To take them down one by one, he would have to chase each one. And while chasing, the other nine would follow him from behind.

"Ling'er, how far away is that nearest plane from me?"

"Two hundred and thirty meters. Due south."

"Keep a close eye on it."

Mach 4.

The 230-meter distance was wiped out in less than a second.

The F-35C pilot saw the silver dot surge in his rearview camera and instinctively opened the bomb bay.

Two AIM-120 missiles detached from their racks, their exhaust flames hurtling towards Li Yichen.

Zero-distance launch.

Li Yichen's ejector clicked twice, launching two decoys. Heat-generating tracer rounds exploded in front of him, creating a white light barrier, and the two missiles took hold of the decoys.

The explosion occurred 20 meters behind him.

But he's no longer there.

A Mach 4 thrust.

When the driver looked up, the windshield was covered in a silvery-gray metallic sheen.

It was so close that you could see the blue-glowing round hole in the palm of the armor.

Two beams of light.

The cockpit and pilot were vaporized. The F-35C broke in half, and the wreckage, trailing flames, plummeted into the desert.

Six now.

"Attention everyone! Stop using machine guns! Missiles! Use missiles!"

The captain's roar exploded in the channel.

The remaining nine F-35Cs simultaneously opened their bomb bays.

hiss--

Eighteen plumes of white smoke rose into the sky almost simultaneously.

Eighteen AIM-120 missiles, active radar guided, fired in a salvo.

A white trail spread across the night sky, converging from nine directions towards a single point.

Ling'er's alarm went mad.

"Eighteen incoming missiles! Covering 360 degrees! Ten decoy missiles remaining! Not enough! Repeat—not enough!"

Li Yichen made the decision in a fraction of a second.

Ten decoy grenades were used to lure out ten, but the remaining eight had to be dealt with head-on.

No.

But he remained calm.

"Ling'er, what is the maximum range of these missiles?"

"One hundred and eighty kilometers."

180 kilometers.

Once it runs 180 kilometers, the missile will run out of fuel and fall to the ground.

"Walk."

Vector nozzles are operating at full power.

Mach 4.

The armored vehicle left a straight white trail in the air, followed closely by eighteen missiles trailing smoke.

But we can't catch up.

The AIM-120's terminal velocity is Mach 3.5, while his is Mach 4.

It was 0.5 Mach less.

This 0.5 difference translates to a distance of 170 meters per second.

The pilots of nine F-35Cs stared at the radar screen, watching the silver signal fling their missiles further and further away.

"impossible……"

Hound No. 3's voice was trembling.

"That speed... Mach 4? How could the human body possibly withstand that kind of overload?"

Hound Number Seven added a comment.

"Maybe there's no one inside at all. It's unmanned."

"No," the captain gritted his teeth, "that kind of tactical flexibility, that kind of on-the-spot adaptability... that can't be achieved by pre-programmed code. There's someone inside. There must be someone."

The channel was silent for three seconds.

Everyone is thinking about the same question.

What kind of person can withstand continuous acceleration at Mach 4?

Li Yichen, on the other hand, was in a very relaxed situation.

Eighteen missiles followed closely behind, gathering dust. After chasing for half a minute, instead of closing the distance, they were actually pulled five kilometers ahead.

"Ling'er, how many kilometers are left until we reach the maximum firing range?"

"141 kilometers. At the current speed, the missile will run out of fuel in about two minutes and twenty seconds."

Li Yichen maneuvered erratically in the air, making irregular serpentine movements to keep the missile's guidance system constantly correcting itself and accelerating fuel consumption.

A minute later, he turned around and "looked" at the nine fighter jets scattered like a chessboard in the distance.

A thought flashed through my mind.

Eighteen missiles.

Don't waste it.

"Ling'er".

"exist."

"Calculate a trajectory—I fly directly towards the nearest fighter jet. At a distance of fifty meters, I make a ninety-degree turn. The missiles behind cannot keep up with this angle and will hit that plane directly."

Ling'er remained silent for 0.3 seconds.

"The trajectory has been planned. Feasibility: 97%."

"Walk."

Li Yichen suddenly changed direction.

Eighteen plumes of white smoke followed and curved around, their trails drawing huge arcs in the air.

He charged straight at the nearest F-35C.

The pilot of that fighter jet watched as the signal on the radar headed straight for him, leaving behind eighteen missile trails. His blood froze.

"It...it's coming towards me! And our missiles are following behind!"

"Get out of there! Get out of there quickly!"

The pilot pulled the stick. Mach 2.

But that's not enough.

Li Yichen closed in at Mach 4. Five hundred meters. Three hundred meters. One hundred meters. Fifty meters—

A 90-degree turn.

The overload instantly spiked to 16 Gbps. The genetically optimized body withstood it. His vision went black for half a second, then immediately returned to normal.

The armored vehicle swept past the F-35C's wing three meters above it, cutting out at a right angle.

There was no time to correct the three missiles behind them.

Boom. Boom.

Three missiles struck the F-35C fuselage one after the other. The pilot didn't even get a chance to eject. Fireballs exploded in the night sky, scattering debris everywhere.

One.

Do the same.

Next one. A 90-degree turn. Two missiles hit.

Another one. Three.

Another one. Two.

Four fighter jets were blown to pieces by missiles fired by their own side.

Now there are five more.

The remaining missiles either lost track of their targets and became unguided, or ran out of fuel. Eight white trails veered and fell erratically into the night sky, finally crashing into the depths of the desert with a series of muffled thuds.

Only five F-35Cs remained in the sky.

The five pilots who survived were panting heavily on the channel.

They watched as their teammates were blown to pieces by the missiles they had fired.

"Captain... Captain, what should we do?" Hound Number Four's voice trembled.

The captain closed his eyes for two seconds.

We've come this far.

Eighteen air-to-ground missiles missed. Machine guns couldn't penetrate. They couldn't catch up. They couldn't escape.

There's only one card left.

"Cluster missiles." The captain's voice calmed down. Not with composure, but with a resigned calm. "CBU-105, air-to-air dispersion mode. Five aircraft surround and launch simultaneously. It can dodge one, but not ten."

The five fighter jets began to regroup, converging on Li Yichen's coordinates from five directions.

"Brother, they're closing in. The bomb bay is open." Ling'er's notification popped up: "Ten CBU-105 cluster bombs detected, each parent bomb carrying forty submunitions. The submunitions have proximity fuses, resulting in a large kill radius. Conventional evasion methods are extremely difficult to completely escape the coverage area."

Ten cluster munitions.

Four hundred bullets.

Its coverage radius is ten times larger than that of an air-to-ground missile.

Trying to dodge it directly? It's practically impossible to dodge it all.

"Ling'er, calculate the attack trajectory. When they get within 100 meters, activate the wrist laser at full power to intercept them."

"Received. Fire control has been taken over."

Five fighter jets were released simultaneously.

Ten plumes of white smoke detached from the rack and shot toward the center point from five directions.

Li Yichen's position.

Eighty seconds of flight time. Sixty seconds. Forty seconds.

The wrist laser module heats up. The red crosshair jumps on the HUD, locking onto incoming projectiles one by one.

One hundred meters.

Laser fire.

Two invisible high-energy beams shot from her wrists, switching between incoming projectiles at an extremely high frequency. Ling'er's fire control precision reached its limit at this moment—locking onto each one and burning through them one by one.

The first one. The midsection of the projectile was cut open, and the propellant detonated.

The second one. The third one. The fourth one.

Like shooting at a target.

The fifth one. The sixth one. The seventh one.

Eight or nine.

At the moment the ninth missile was detonated, fragments interfered with the laser's lock on the tenth missile. The fire control system lost 0.2 seconds.

enough.

The tenth missile broke through the defense perimeter.

The mother warhead exploded less than fifteen meters from Li Yichen. The outer casing disintegrated, and forty submunitions scattered in a fan shape.

The proximity fuse is activated.

Forty bullets detonated simultaneously within a range of three to seven meters from the armor.

Shockwave. Debris. High temperature.

The triple blows overlapped in the same instant.

Li Yichen felt as if the whole world had been paused for a fraction of a second—and then a speeding train ran over his entire body head-on.

The armor flew backward.

All system alarms went off simultaneously. The HUD screen shook violently, and the data became garbled.

ground.

The ground is expanding rapidly.

"Brother! Rapid altitude descent! Emergency thruster activation—"

Ling'er's voice was torn in half by the airflow.

ten meters.

The thrusters ignite. White and blue flames erupt from the dorsal nozzles.

However, the inertia of the fall is too great.

The armor crashed into the desert ground in a semi-out-of-control manner.

The sand and soil exploded. A crater three meters deep was created.

The HUD went completely black for two seconds.

Then restart.

The screen is blurry. A red alert fills half of the field of vision.

Li Yichen lay prone at the bottom of the pit.

My mouth tasted rusty. My ears were ringing. Every bone in my body was screaming.

Meanwhile, in the sky, five F-35Cs were turning their noses around and diving toward the coordinates where he had crashed.