Chapter 699

Chapter 699: Accompanying You to Watch the Meteor Shower

Stealthy fighter jets do not mean that missiles are also invisible. At the moment of missile launch, both sides’ radar screens simultaneously displayed bright dots representing the missiles.

The dense array of dots shocked both enemies and observers alike, sending a chill through the air.

So what if they were aces, and so what if they were special tier? When 35 missiles targeted a single attack, no one could withstand that.

Even the Dragon Knights wouldn’t be able to fend off such a massive missile swarm.

Only the government army and ground observers understood that this wave of missiles was remotely controlled by a single Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet. Some well-informed individuals had quietly taken note of this uniquely shaped fighter.

For the participants in the anti-government forces, such an enormous missile swarm meant one thing: the government army’s fleet was directly in front of them, launching a massive number of missiles preemptively.

It was utterly insane and outrageously bold.

“Team B’s ‘Tiger’, Team D’s ‘Mullet’, Team D’s ‘Monica’, activate electronic jamming mode. Go all out with electronic warfare, and only keep communication channels Number 5 and Number 48,” shouted the captain of the anti-government forces, special tier pilot Zorro, the moment he spotted the missile swarm. He continued, “We’ve been exposed. Prepare to scatter our formation, get ready to deploy infrared decoys. Each team will fight separately, trying to spread out to avoid clustering together. Be cautious to evade missiles and engage the enemy.”

Seeing the massive cluster of missiles appear on the radar screen instantly furrowed his brow. The opponent’s counterattack was clearly aimed at their strategy.

If their fighter jets huddled together in some ridiculous formation while ignoring the threat, the situation would surely become irretrievable.

“No problem, Zorro! This is ‘Tiger’. We’ll lag behind by two kilometers! Reducing speed now!”

“Roger! Team D’s ‘Mullet’ acknowledges. ‘Monica’, reduce speed to 0.85 Mach and exit the formation.”

“‘Monica’ executing now! Slowing to 0.85 Mach!”

All the fighter jets began to switch communication channels in unison to avoid being affected by electronic jamming attacks.

As he watched three fighter jets, known for their electronic warfare capabilities, retreat from the formation, Zorro immediately ordered, “All squads, initiate action! Team A! Two o’clock direction, ‘White Dragonfly’, follow me.”

“Team B! Three o’clock direction, ‘Toad Prince’, I’m above you and moving.”

“Team C, follow me!”

“Team D is maneuvering.”

“Team E…”

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The anti-government forces quickly spread out to the left and right, rapidly dividing into multiple smaller teams. At the same time, the sky erupted with electromagnetic jamming storms, suddenly exploding into chaos.

Three fighter jets with enhanced electronic warfare systems became the main force against the incoming missile swarm, releasing powerful interference sources that radiated electromagnetic pulses to engulf the missiles at light speed.

If it had been other pilots, they might have been overwhelmed.

But the electronic warfare specialists “Tiger”, “Mullet”, and “Monica” faced the highly experienced Dragon Knights, who had fought on various battlefields across different worlds. Such seasoned pilots were not easily thwarted by this kind of counterattack.

The medium-range air-to-air missiles provided by the Abyss Nirvana organizers could not ignore the large-scale interference caused by the electromagnetic pulses.

However, Lin Mo leveraged his vast battlefield experience to pre-set several parameters for each missile, transmitting the variables ahead of time into each one.

Unfortunately, none of the participants in the government army had prepared anti-radiation missiles; otherwise, those three fighter jets employing electronic attack methods would have been in serious trouble since their signal sources were like beacons in the night.

At the very moment the electromagnetic pulse storm erupted, although all medium-range air-to-air missiles were inevitably affected and lost guidance connection with the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet, they could still follow their pre-set flight data towards their assigned directions.

This led to a remarkably amusing situation: just as the anti-government forces’ fleet managed to scatter its formation, they saw those missiles inexplicably head toward the very directions they were trying to evade, as if they were blindly sending themselves toward the oncoming danger.

What was going on?

Dodge, and dodge again.

The ace pilots of the anti-government forces used every trick in the book as infrared heat flame bombs lit up the sky. Brilliant red meteor showers streaked across the heavens, falling like raindrops; it was a celebration of chaos and excitement.

Their previous formation was utterly unfavorable.

By utilizing a vertical formation to reflect a few signals, they took advantage of the 2D display screens and radars. This not only protected their less stealthy fighter jets but also misled the enemy’s judgments.

However, because of this dense formation, they lost much of their evasion space.

The sixteen fighter jets of the anti-government forces strained with all their might to scatter at full speed, yet they remained within the firing range of medium-range air-to-air missiles. The attack launched by the government army team was remarkably cunning, especially the third wave, which was the largest. With the shorter distance, the missiles had more fuel, leaving the pilots of the anti-government forces in utter despair.

The participants in the anti-government forces were furious. The enemy’s missile attack pattern was extremely devious; they not only predicted their evasive maneuvers in advance but also grouped five missiles into seven groups, gnawing towards the same formation.

The built-in electronic countermeasure systems of their non-special electronic attack planes were weak in both power output and attack versatility.

Within ten kilometers of visibility, the medium-range air-to-air missiles activated their infrared tracking mode and optical guidance mode. The electronic pulse interference they experienced was significantly reduced, and each missile locked onto its target and charged ahead.

Five missiles targeting one formation, or one fighter jet, posed a probability problem that even special tier pilots found troublesome.

Some impatient anti-government pilots even fired their cannons at the swirling missiles in the sky. There were just too many missiles, so many that if each fighter jet in their team had two missiles devoted to them, it would be more than enough—a hallmark of modern aerial warfare. Once the initiative was taken, traditional numerical advantage became obsolete.

The pilot firing cannons at missiles was not Lin Mo; even an ace pilot could not master the miraculous technique of shooting missiles with a cannon.

Hitting missiles with cannon fire while maneuvering and in turbulence was about as likely as throwing grains of rice at ants on the ground.

The sky erupted with gigantic fireballs, some missiles colliding directly with infrared heat flame bombs, while others detonated when experienced pilots evaded them with clever maneuvers. Still, missile detonation was not the only story unfolding.

Boom!

Two extraordinarily large fireballs exploded in the sky, raining countless metallic fragments and black smoke.

The pilots of the anti-government forces, who had not yet engaged, fell into chaos. Some fighter jets suffered missile strikes, and in their desperate attempt to evade, they could hardly afford to counterattack the government army; even a moment’s hesitation could result in being downed by incoming medium-range air-to-air missiles.

Within the electronic pulse interference, one of the reserved channels was filled with a cacophony of screams from pilots struggling in their fighter jets as they faced the impending doom. Anyone caught in such a perilous situation would lose their cool.

Even a delicate girl would transform into a tough warrior, shouting and releasing the pressure that had built up quickly. Amidst their inadvertent rambling, they concentrated and gave their all, putting forth their skills.

“Who? Who’s there?”

“‘Red King Jack’, is that you?”

“It’s not me; it’s ‘Black Bull’!”

“Who’s the other one? Damn it, be careful.”

“I’m about to go crazy from this TWS (threat alert system) noise; it’s too loud! Great, another missile is coming! Will we ever get a break?”

“I’ve successfully induced the detonation of six missiles; I set a record, haha!”

“‘Bloodtail Kite’? Please respond! ‘Bloodtail Kite’? Are you still alive? Damn, report that ‘Bloodtail Kite’ is down!”

“I don’t see a parachute….”

“……God! May they rest in peace in heaven!”

“Amen!”

“Report, ‘Zorro’! This is ‘Mullet’! I just confirmed that ‘Black Bull’ and ‘Bloodtail Kite’ were shot down. They didn’t make it—what terrible news.”

“I understand. Thank you, ‘Mullet’!” Zorro’s expression turned cold as he heard the report of combat losses from his comrade.

Suddenly, a frantic, hoarse voice blared through the public channel: “Damn it, I can’t shake this! I have to eject! Brothers, avenge me!”

Boom!

A fireball erupted in the sky, and a charred silver-gray wing tumbled down, twisting and turning as it fell, catching everyone’s attention.

Aerial combat is always filled with uncertainties, especially in the Death Team Battle, where emotions ran high and despair filled the air.

“Damn it, it’s ‘Black Spider’!”

“Poor kid, may God protect him.”

“Wait, what’s that? Thank God, he’s still alive.”

Near the crash site, a lonely, white parachute blossomed in the sky.

“Ha ha! I’m still alive! Thank God, I’m still alive!”

The surviving anti-government pilot, ‘Black Spider’, hung beneath the parachute, laughing foolishly. Suddenly, his expression froze as he noticed a bright red infrared heat flame bomb drifting toward him. What terrified him more was a space-to-air missile trailing closer and closer with a white tail.

“No, no, no….” The pupils of ‘Black Spider’ widened in horror.