Chapter 698

Chapter 698: The Missile Stream’s Three-Stage Launch

This giant dragon, besides being able to wield its sharp blades, has also learned a lot about computer hardware and software technology. By integrating microcircuit modules, it gained the capability for digital input, output, and control, marking one of its new abilities as it adapts to this world.

The dragon kin might just split from this world to form a new branch: Digital Dragons, a new biological system merging magic and technology.

The Gold Coin, caught in this transformation, was even unaware that Lin Mo’s "monstrous" fighter jet counted among its functional modules, and played a crucial role.

The poor child couldn’t escape his fate of being ridden; instead, he unknowingly secured himself a stable, long-term ticket to a better future.

“Tracking and marking completed for sixteen enemy aircraft!”

Gold Coin’s impersonation of the onboard computer system was seamless; it was rare for him and Lin Mo to coordinate during battle, creating a unique form of teamwork.

The anti-government forces’ several groups in vertical layered formations had no idea their cleverness was fully exposed to Lin Mo’s Light Mirror Technique, sharing the battlefield data with every fighter in the government army. Magic and technology inadvertently forged a flawless connection.

Initially anxious novice-tier pilot civilians found their confidence rekindled; the enemy’s foolishness meant newfound hope for their side, and they absolutely couldn’t miss this chance.

In an instant, everyone’s morale surged past the bad news previously provided by Yuri, giving special-tier and high-tier pilots a sigh of relief.

They feared not encountering god-like opponents, but rather having teammates who performed like pigs. If morale waned, they, as a minority, couldn’t be sure of surviving the battle, with total annihilation being a genuine possibility; the records of special-tier pilots perishing in past battles were not few.

“Great job, Team One! How about we catch the enemy off guard together? You take the first wave, and we’ll follow with the second; the other groups will make up the third wave of attacks.”

The voice of the temporary leader, holy knight, from the left wing of the formation reached the front, where Team One, consisting of Lin Mo, Yuri, and Monkey, was located.

The holy knight grew increasingly fond of this special little team, looking forward to more surprises.

His intention was clear: a three-stage missile launch from the fighter jets.

This tactic aimed to deliver an extra round of strikes compared to the U.S. Air Force’s standard double strike technique. Even if the opponent was a complete ace, they would be caught off balance.

If luck favored them, downing one or two enemy aircraft before officially engaging could help regain some disadvantages.

This tactic displayed the careful and experienced style of the special-tier pilot, as his team wasn’t purely an ace formation and couldn’t afford to behave recklessly.

“Thanks for the compliment, holy knight! That was exactly my plan! I can simultaneously lock onto every enemy aircraft; I can guide a hundred missiles.”

The Dragon General tactical helmet displayed the unmistakable tracks of enemy planes, pinpointing targets. One aircraft in the center of the formation, the X-31, received a special dual-color marker for attention.

Yes, this was an opponent he inevitably had to face in this “Abyss Nirvana” competition: Captain Eagle King David de Hitt of the 1st Flight Wing of the United States.

This unavoidable encounter had been waiting in Syria for quite some time; he hadn’t anticipated it would occur so soon. Well, encountering it early could help Lin Mo resolve some lingering matters.

“Fantastic! Everyone, let’s get started!”

Due to the confidentiality of military secrets among nations, unless the opponents disclosed their capabilities, the holy knight had little insight into the authentic performance of these temporary team members’ fighter jets, though the attack capacity of the forward-swept wing fighter jet slightly exceeded his expectations.

“Yuri! Monkey! Prepare medium-range air-to-air missiles, two each! Transfer the guidance authority to me.”

In the cockpit, Lin Mo quickly selected several targets on the screen to start locking them in. The radar system remained unresponsive, indicating the enemy’s lineup was also entirely made up of stealth fighter jets.

For aces, stealth technology was almost standard; anyone without a stealth fighter would feel embarrassed. With offense comes defense, and the majority of available onboard active phased array radars seemed clearly inadequate.

Perhaps some fighter jets were equipped with laser radars, capable of breaching radar invisibility; however, at this moment, both sides were intent on ambushing each other, playing dumb while not knowing who was truly unlucky in the end.

“No problem! Activating now, transferring authorization!”

Yuri and Monkey trustingly transferred their two medium-range air-to-air missiles, as if their jets had become extensions of the X-1, with a total of six air-to-air missiles now preparing for launch, accepting joint management from the Dragon General tactical armor and X-1 onboard computer system.

With Gold Coin’s assistance, Lin Mo’s Light Mirror Technique no longer served only as an optical reconnaissance tool, but effectively replaced both the onboard radar and fire control radar systems, becoming an unobstructed guidance tool for the six missiles.

“Holy knight, six missiles are ready!”

As the C3I host, the X-1 focused on locking onto six enemy fighter jets located sixty kilometers away.

While a swarm of fighter jets might deceive onboard radar, they become perfect live targets for missile volleys. A single long-range missile fired into that dense formation would surely lead to its collapse almost instantly.

“Awesome, Number 13, let’s go! Team One! It’s your turn!”

The temporary leader, holy knight, took this opportunity to encourage Lin Mo, who was performing remarkably well. Their teamwork flowed effortlessly, almost like a well-written story. In his eyes, it was practically a certainty that the opponents would be promoted to high tier.

As a leader, the holy knight understood the power of encouragement in a team. A few warm words could quickly boost the enthusiasm and determination of his subordinates. This kind of benefit without cost is something no leader would ignore.

After confirming Lin Mo’s attack order, the holy knight continued, “Teams Two and Three, prepare double missiles each. After Team One launches, transfer guidance authority to Number 13. Don’t be jealous; he is the only one capable of long-range, beyond-visual-range strikes. Teams Four to Seven, get ready; I hope you all have medium-range missiles prepared. This is not the time to conserve; think about whether you want to survive or hold back.”

The whole team was a temporary mix of pilots from different countries, and the integration time was incredibly short. The holy knight refrained from an authoritative tone when giving orders, focusing instead on reminding them of the consequences to avoid any misunderstandings among these talented individuals.

“Team One, beginning missile launch countdown: three, two, one! Launch!”

Lin Mo pressed the missile launch button in quick succession. The internal missile bays on both sides opened instantly, and each launched a missile that ignited its tail and sped forward.

The X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet could simultaneously lock onto at least 48 targets. The onboard computer had impressive computing power, effortlessly handling the C3I system’s main server functionality while simultaneously guiding multiple missiles.

Six white trails shot out almost simultaneously.

“Team Two! Team Three! Prepare medium-range missiles! Transfer guidance authority and initiate launch countdown: ten, nine, eight, seven…”

The second wave consisted of eight medium-range air-to-air missiles, equipped by three high-tier pilots and one special-tier pilot, comprising the strongest performance within the medium-range classification.

“Teams Four to Seven, prepare! Launch one or two missiles as you wish; the next phase will be close-range dogfights. Medium-range missiles won’t often find use, and they will unnecessarily consume your payload.”

The holy knight, filled with high spirits, continued preparing the instruction for the third wave of attacks. The scale of the aerial battle excited him, fueling his passionate energy.

So what if the opponents were all ace teams? They would first experience the blow of grand missiles. With so many medium-range air-to-air missiles launching simultaneously, they should achieve some results, even if they failed to shoot down a single aircraft; at the very least, they could deplete some infrared decoys and piloting stamina.

The number of medium-range air-to-air missiles launched in the third batch surprised everyone. Twenty-one spectacular white trails streaked across the sky in a dense formation, resembling a meteor shower, as they raced forward towards the previous missile waves.

Some even launched three medium-range air-to-air missiles instead of just two.

At this point, the distance between the two sides shrank to fewer than twenty kilometers, and the radius of the first wave of missile strikes completely covered the enemy within thirty kilometers.

The sight of such a massive coordinated missile launch left many spectators on the ground speechless, completely astounded by the sheer scale and intensity. Even the ace pilots had to avoid the onslaught.

With a total of thirty-five medium-range air-to-air missiles from three waves, each enemy fighter would be targeted by at least two missiles simultaneously. This magnitude of action directly set a precedent for this year’s “Abyss Nirvana” competition.

“Give them a real blow!”

As they watched the three waves of missiles soar into the sky, the aerial knights of the government army erupted in a collective roar!

“It’s missiles! Quick, scatter!”

The radar systems of the anti-government forces, unimpressed by stealth technology, triggered alarm sounds in every cockpit of their three closely packed vertical formations at nearly the same time.

This was not a lock-on alert from fire control radar but a warning from the sheer number of incoming missiles appearing on radar screens, a sight enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle with dread.