On June 26, the training of "Feilong-04" officially began.
Participants in the training included an air force aviation regiment, one Type 965 (modern-class) destroyer, two Type 051 destroyers, four Type 022 missile ships, two Type 041 attack submarines, and other surface support ships.
This configuration is already considered luxurious for Rabbit, who is so poor that he almost sells his pants in this era, but compared to there, it is extremely shabby.
However, although the scale is small, the training subjects have not been reduced.
On the sea, on the flagship Type 956 destroyer, Chief Director Lin Changhai stared at the radar screen, his body swaying with the wind and waves.
The captain Chang Hanshan sitting on the captain's chair leisurely on the side said with a hint of ridicule:
"Old Lin, can't you tell, you're an air force member, but you don't get seasick?"
"I thought I could beat you up when I got the chance, but I didn't expect it."
Lin Changhai rolled his eyes at Chang Hanshan. Although the two of them were different in military rank and position, they were both old comrades who had known each other for more than 20 years. This kind of joke could still be made.
He opened his mouth and replied:
"You know what the heck, our air force is also heading towards the deep blue. Let me tell you, when the aircraft carrier comes out in the future, we will be the first batch of carrier-based aircraft pilots. Maybe the carrier-based aircraft commanders will be our people."
"Is this okay if I don't adapt in advance? I have to set an example. After all, I want to help you."
Hearing this, Chang Hanshan shook his head helplessly and did not care about Lin Changhai.
"How is the training going? Are some subjects finished?"
Lin Changhai frowned slightly and replied:
"It's nothing special. We haven't entered into confrontation drills yet. They are all regular training subjects."
"Compared with the data they released two days ago, our surface ship combat capabilities are really poor."
"The radar is bad, the missiles are bad, even the artillery is bad."
"Look, we shot a 30-kilometer target and it took us four rounds to hit the target. This fire control efficiency is simply ridiculous!"
Hearing this, Chang Hanshan's eyes widened somewhat unhappily. He glanced at the latest report and said:
"Do you know that the Navy can't do it, but the Air Force can do it on its own?"
"Look, during the J-8 III air-to-air training, the PL-11 over-the-horizon missiles shot 4 out of 10 times!"
"This is even if there is no resistance at all from the other side - if the other side is a real enemy plane, can you fire a missile?"
After a moment of silence, Lin Changhai sighed and said:
"There is still a chance for a high-speed breakthrough to combat range."
"A bayonet fight? According to what you say, if I drive this 965 into the opponent's face, then we still have a chance."
"The problem is, I'm not stupid..."
"I'm not stupid, so I'm stupid. Stop talking nonsense and start a confrontation drill now... Let's see how many J-22s can hit this time..."
While the two were talking, in the distance over the airport, Liu Chuanwu piloted his J-22 and Canglong 02 fighter planes and began their final departure circle.
"Tower, I have taken off, ready to test the Luneberg lens."
Liu Chuanwu said.
This latest version of the J-22 uses the same retractable Longbot lens design as the F-117 of that year. The reason why it has such a design margin is mainly because it uses a large amount of new materials to reduce the weight of the aircraft. , there is redundant space.
"The radar signal is normal, close the Luneberg lens."
"Understood, take back the Long Bo lens."
At this moment, the signal from the J-22 suddenly disappeared in the tower.
"The Longbo lens is working normally. Canglong 02 can start performing training missions."
After receiving the tower's reply, Liu Chuanwu immediately pulled up. As the altitude continued to increase, the fighter plane finally disappeared above the clouds. The only thing that could show his existence was the radio contact established with the tower.
On the distant sea, an attack group composed of three J-8 III squadrons built a dense attack formation under the guidance of the Air Police-2000. All the pilots were sweating in their hearts.
Their goal is to discover and shoot down this J-22 as much as possible.
But disturbingly, there was always silence on their radar screen.
"Air Police 2000, have you found the target?"
One pilot couldn't help but ask.
"No, probably it hasn't flown over yet."
The voice of Air Police 2000 was calm. On the screen of this newly launched early warning aircraft, which was not yet equipped with a digital array radar, there was nothing except nine of its own fighters.
The radar monitor frowned. He was more sensitive to danger than the driver and co-pilot.
According to the training plan, the J-22 had taken off for more than 20 minutes at this time. With afterburner flying, it should have entered the radar monitoring range.
But the problem is, I can't see anything.
This is very inappropriate.
Normally, if a stealth fighter wants to launch an attack, the first target must be an early warning aircraft flying in the sky.
And based on the range of the opponent's weapons, when the opponent enters the attack range, your own radar can already detect the opponent.
This is actually the only winning point of my squadron: using an early warning aircraft as bait, relying on a tight formation, and quickly commanding all J-8IIIs to break into combat distance after discovering the opponent, and use the high-speed advantage to fight.
Even if there are losses in the process, you can still fight for the chance to shoot down the opponent.
But it seems that the other party didn't play according to common sense?
Are you planning to name those J-81 fighters?
Thinking of this, the radar detector immediately issued an order:
"All combat units gather their formations as soon as possible, he should be coming, we."
“Didi, di, di, di!”
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sudden sound of an alarm in the cabin.
For a moment, everyone's eyes widened.
Is this... the fire control radar locking alarm sound!
What a joke! ?
He was locked by the fire control radar without even seeing his shadow?
"Release the interference bomb! Quick!"
Following the captain's order, dozens of jamming bombs were released.
These aluminum chaff jamming bombs, which emit bright light, drew a shocking shape in the air, like angels spreading their wings.
Information-based munitions that interfered with radar echoes were spread across the sky. After a few seconds, the sound of the fire control radar locking disappeared.
Everyone in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could react, the second wave of attacks had already launched!
But this time, they didn't even have time to launch interference bombs.
Obviously, the opponent launched three missiles from the beginning, pursuing a one-hit kill under saturation!
"grass!"
The radar monitor cursed subconsciously, and then the tower's voice came through his earphones.
"Air Police 2000, you have been shot down. Please interrupt information transmission and maintain companionship alert."
Everyone in the cabin looked at each other and exchanged helpless looks.
"How can they fight like this? They haven't entered our warning range at all."
"Our radar has to be at least 90 kilometers away to detect stealth targets. All it can see are missiles - but I heard that he doesn't use PL-12? Why is the range so far?"
"They are using a modified PL-12. The range is 130 kilometers, which is just within the detection distance threshold of most current early warning aircraft's stealth units."
"If there is no anti-stealth radar, any aircraft will be hit by him."
".Isn't this cheating?"
"Whether it's cheating or not, if you beat us hard, you'll beat the other side even harder."
The training mission was over just after it started, and everyone on the Air Police 2000 also relaxed. They happily listened to the news that the J-8IIIs were named one by one on the public radio channel. Without considering the amount of ammunition, 9 All J-8IIIs were shot down within two minutes.
During the process, no J-8 had the power to resist.
Although these excellent pilots are very adaptable and have even formulated a strategy to disperse and break through to find the enemy at high speed, they are fast and the J-22 is even faster.
Therefore, the final result turned into a one-sided massacre in which one person surrounded a group of people.
The battle ended quickly, the public channel was opened, and the Longbo lens was re-explored. At this time, Air Police 2000 discovered that the ghostly J-22 was actually cruising less than 110 kilometers away from itself.
On the 965 ship, Lin Changhai smiled proudly while looking at the latest battle report.
"Look, look! My plane, my plane!"
Chang Hanshan smiled and shook his head helplessly.
Being able to achieve such a record shows that this fighter is really ridiculously powerful.
Although it is always said that the navy and air force will not deal with it, it is only when the budget is being grabbed every year.
If it weren't for these little red guys dragging out junior high school students to shoot promotional videos every day, how could I be so anxious with them?
Now that he sees the great progress of the Air Force, the only thought in his heart is admiration.
"The cow is a real cow. When will it be our navy's turn to show off its power?"
Hearing this, Lin Changhai smiled and replied:
"Don't worry, don't worry, we still have a J-20 project. When this project is almost completed, it's time for Chen Nian to report to Deep Blue 16. Then it will be your navy's turn to have a good time."
"This is what you said!"
Chang Hanshan nodded with satisfaction, and was about to say a few harsh words to Lin Changhai, such as "I regret not having a budget for next year." However, when his eyes subconsciously scanned the radar screen, he suddenly froze. In situ.
On the radar VSD, all units have lost altitude and speed information.
Only a solitary bright spot remains flickering.
Moreover, countless snowflakes are flashing on the blank screen around these bright spots!
Chang Hanshan was suddenly startled. He immediately picked up the radio receiver, but all he heard was noise.
"problem occurs!"
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.
Lin Changhai on the side had also reacted. He stood up suddenly and shouted:
"Increase the communication power. The other party is still far away. Find a way quickly to burn through their electromagnetic suppression!"
(End of chapter)
