For some time, no one knew where the plane ended up, but one thing was certain: "It definitely wasn't shot down."
This sentence came from the official spokesperson of Jiaolou, and this statement was also regarded as the final conclusion of this incident.
It may take several months before the truth comes out, but by then, I'm afraid no one will care about the truth.
On the sea, the Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier formation mobilized again after completing another replenishment. After returning to the Guam Naval Base for replenishment, it maneuvered west again and headed for the Miyako Strait area.
Obviously, the alarm has not been lifted, and the situation shows no signs of easing. However, both sides seem to have tacitly begun to adjust their strategies. The original layout has been disrupted, and the focus of the confrontation has gradually shifted further south.
The bridge command room.
Luan Yijun looked at the chart, frowned, and analyzed:
"The other party has not given up yet, but the plan should have been fully adjusted."
"Judging from the current situation, it seems that they want to use the special administrative region in a wartime state to de facto take over the situation."
"This is indeed a bit disgusting. Three aircraft carriers are hiding behind. They have no intention of confronting them head-on. Their purpose is to keep the shipping lanes open and rely on logistical supplies to create a quagmire of war."
"Those politicians are really retarded. Can't you see that they are treating you as an outcast?"
"If we follow this strategy, we won't be able to take it down even if it's broken. They will be the only ones who benefit the most."
"He's a good rogue. I'm a little bit out of ideas on what to do next."
After hearing his words, Cao Gangchuan couldn't help but frown.
After thinking for a moment, he answered:
"According to the current situation, superiors will definitely make adjustments to the overall strategy in a short period of time."
"We will be transferred away from Chiwei Island soon. After the Coast Guard takes over, our mission will also change."
"At that time, the confrontation area will remain around the Miyako Strait, but such a confrontation is probably just a 'confrontation'."
"The real winner lies on the strait."
"Now it depends on how to choose the island - this is actually a bit funny. The major direction between the two big countries is actually determined by the South Island sandwiched in the middle."
Luan Yijun nodded slowly and replied:
"Yes, the essence of this confrontation is actually to consume South Island's 'expectations' for the Western world. If the war cannot start before the consumption is exhausted, then it will be impossible to start a war."
"I hope Gu Kuanmin understands something - he is a speculator, and he is pretty good at adapting to the changing circumstances."
At this point, Luan Yijun suddenly laughed.
"I guess their expectations are about to be exhausted. Most of the leaders there are bad, but they are not stupid."
“In this world now, it’s clear who can lead the future.”
Cao Gangchuan hummed in agreement and said with emotion:
"It suddenly feels like a dream. It seems that just a few years ago, the lighthouse was still the light of mankind. Even among us, many people think so."
"We always talk about learning from their strengths and absorbing their good qualities. We have even had discussions about integrating more deeply into the so-called 'order' they have established."
"Isn't this sad?"
"--But it's completely different now. Our doubts about ourselves have basically been eliminated."
"What we worry about now is not that we won't get recognition, but that other people are blind and can't catch the train."
"Honestly, it doesn't matter what they do."
"The people of the world are united."
Luan Yijun interrupted Cao Gangchuan and continued:
"One day, we will go to the world."
"We can't choose to abandon them completely, so we have to assimilate them."
"Well, that's the truth."
The two stopped talking. In the distance, the patrol boat that had just completed its mission in the south was gradually approaching.
The pure white paint makes it look a little out of place with this fleet, but if you look at its size, it blends into the environment perfectly.
Soon, the captain of the patrol ship boarded the Liaoning ship to prepare for the handover of follow-up work.
As soon as they boarded the overtime station, captain Li Wan excitedly greeted Luan Yijun and Cao Gangchuan, laughing and saying:
"Two chiefs, thanks to you, I can be considered someone who has been on an aircraft carrier!"
".What you said doesn't sound right. Welcome, come and see how we are doing at our job!"
"That's for sure. You guys forced the Reagan to leave. This time your team has made a great contribution!"
"You may not know it when you are at sea. I heard the news before I came out that the commendation for you will be concluded soon. Just wait and see, maybe this time, we will get a second-class collective merit!"
Hearing Li Wan's words, Luan Yijun and Cao Gangchuan showed knowing smiles on their faces at the same time.
To be honest, in peacetime, although second-class collective merit is difficult to obtain, it is not too difficult.
According to the information they have, this commendation must be more than just second-class merit.
However, in front of Li Wan, saying such things seemed a bit like showing off, so the two of them tacitly shut up, and just verbally echoed a few words, "It is the credit of the soldiers and scientific researchers."
After some pleasantries, the handover work between the two teams officially began.
Luan Yijun handed over the latest measured sea state data to Li Wan and explained the precautions during the patrol. The specific tasks of the patrol fleet were based on the mission briefing they received.
"The overall situation is like this. At present, it is unlikely that the island country will make new moves."
"In addition, the East China Sea Fleet will send ships to perform routine patrols in the future. We will also keep an eye on the movement trajectory of the US aircraft carrier and respond as soon as possible if there is any change."
"However, you still need to pay attention to your own safety. If something unexpected happens, don't fight forcefully."
"The Air Force will always maintain patrol. Even if we are too late, we can just wait for their support."
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Li Wan patted his chest and said:
"It doesn't matter whether the Americans have the courage. Even if they have the courage to come, we have no reason to let them go back easily."
"The cannons on our ship are not just for nothing. They can fight even when pressed."
Luan Yijun shook his head and said nothing.
He knew that Li Wan's passionate speech was actually just to make him feel at ease.
If a fight really breaks out, how many minutes can these patrol boats last? ——
However, there is no doubt about one thing.
That is, all the patrol ships rushing to this sea area have been prepared for Xu Guo.
“Hope everything goes well”
"It will definitely go well!"
Li Wan replied firmly.
A few days later.
Jaylen was flying at an altitude of 7,000 meters, conducting routine patrols and training missions for the day.
His right hand held the control stick tightly, and he did not dare to slack off even in level flight.
This is of course not because the training subjects are too difficult for him, but because the two previous missiles left a huge psychological shadow on him.
——
That was the first time he faced war so closely. Before that, the narratives about "war" he had experienced were either cold combat manuals, or deliberately concocted by people who could not tell the truth from the false. promotional story.
For a long time, his impression of the so-called war was actually one-sided.
He thought that he only needed to press a few buttons and flip the joystick a few times, just like in training, to complete his entire mission as a pilot.
But obviously, this is not the case.
When the enemy appears on the radar, the first thing he feels is not the excitement of facing the enemy, but the fear of death.
No matter how weak the opponent is, so what?
He could still be hit by a missile and then disintegrate with his fighter plane in the Pacific, leaving no room for escape.
What's more, the opponent is not weak at all.
This can be inferred from the reaction of superiors.
In front of one's own side, the missile was sent into one's own control area. The superior chose not to retaliate immediately and go back with provocation, but to retreat and adjust the mission plan.
Isn't this enough to explain the problem?
They are afraid.
Jaylen let out a long sigh, slowly lowered his height, reached out and took off the stuffy breathing mask.
"It's a calm day today, Patrick, how are you doing there?"
A moment later, Patrick's answer came over the radio:
"It's quiet, just us."
"The other party will not react so quickly. Their aircraft carrier fleet is still over at Chiwei Island."
"We can spend the next week or two as a vacation."
Jaylen couldn't help but laugh when he heard Patrick's words.
Such a holiday?
High-intensity training every day, the level 2+FQ status that has never been canceled, and the battle-ready atmosphere that is constantly being exaggerated.
If this can be called a vacation, then the life I lived before was probably really a paradise.
"So, are we really going to stay here for a long time? Has the wind direction in the South Island changed?"
Jaylen asked.
"It hasn't changed, it's just that the strategy has changed."
"You know very well that we no longer have the ability to suppress the opponent purely through frontal confrontation, so all we have to do is attack from the side."
"After we detour to the back of the South Island, that will be the real protracted battle."
"How long will it last?"
"Who knows? Maybe three months, maybe half a year. It depends on the condition of that legendary weapon."
"No conclusion yet?"
"No, that is their biggest trump card. It is very difficult to obtain intelligence. Prepare to return home. Your training is over."
"Received, ready to return."
Jaylen sent a return signal to the tower, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed a flashing light spot on the radar screen.
He immediately moved his eyes to the screen, but when he looked over again, the light spot disappeared again.
Jaylen's heart suddenly tightened. He immediately turned on the radio and asked Patrick:
"Did you see anything on the radar?"
"Is there something? What is it?"
Patrick sounded confused.
"I saw a flash of light, probably about 100 kilometers away from us, northwest."
"But it only appeared for less than a second and then disappeared immediately."
"This is normal."
Patrick's tone was relaxed.
"It's just an accidental clutter interference, which often occurs in radar systems."
Jaylen couldn't help but frowned after hearing Patrick's words.
This is indeed a very good reason, but something doesn't seem right.
He stared closely at the radar screen, and at this moment, the light spot appeared again.
"Here he comes! It's him!"
This time, Patrick also noticed the signal of the light spot.
But his tone remained calm.
"Relax, Jaylen. The radar system did not alarm. The signal strength is too weak. This is definitely clutter."
"Moreover, you just said that it is in the northwest, but its current location is in the northeast, and we have no signs of electromagnetic interference."
"Don't think about it, just return as planned."
"At such a close distance, instead of treating it as an enemy, it is better to think of it as an alien spacecraft - a UFO, you know, right?"
Jaylen's hand gripped the accelerator lever tightly, and he did not relax because of Patrick's comfort.
As it turns out, his vigilance made sense.
Because just ten seconds later, just after he completed the turn to return home, in his sight, a pure black aircraft with a strange shape, dragging blue firelight, flew past at an unimaginable high speed. And passed.
There is absolutely no way this is our own aircraft.
There is no such thing on an aircraft carrier.
Without any time to think, Jaylen immediately pushed the accelerator, and the pushing sensation brought by the afterburner pushed him onto the back of the chair. The speed of the FA-18 instantly increased to above Mach 1.5.
But the figure of the aircraft was getting further and further away.
Jaylen put on the breathing mask, and he felt that the blood in his body had stopped flowing.
"Fire control radar can't lock on, Patrick, data link!"
Jaylen shouted.
In less than 5 seconds, the aircraft had completely flown out of visual distance.
The early warning aircraft in the sky barely caught its shadow at this time.
"Can't lock, it's fast!"
"The height is rising, Jaylen, pull up!"
"Altitude 9000, still rising."
"11,000, the speed has reached Mach 4."
"15,000 speed Mach 6, we lost track."
Patrick's voice trembled.
Jaylen in FA-18 was once again soaked in cold sweat.
what is that.
He stared blankly at the empty sky in front of him.
At this moment, all the understanding of "flying" he had established over the past ten years had been shattered.
(End of chapter)
