The chosen boss of the end times, just wants to lie down

Chen Ye paid attention to the sound coming from the headset, and gently raised the black umbrella to reveal a gap. As the fighter plane roared out, the explosion sounds that had just stopped for a while came one after another.

Aircraft flight major general Tu Yi and his closest co-pilot Chen Luo took the lead, flying the J-20 and leading 6 loyal wingmen, and rushed out first.

Following closely behind was the ace pilot Gu Huasheng. Zhao Haifeng was controlling the drone in the co-pilot seat, cutting through the sky like a sharp blade.

Yinglong and Qianlong followed behind without any hesitation.

Fighter groups were speeding through the night sky, their track lights and missile tail flames interweaving into a brilliant web of light, lighting up the entire night sky like day. The roar of the engines was earth-shaking, as if it was going to tear the entire sky apart.

The fighter planes kept changing their formation in the air, sometimes dispersing into countless small dots, sometimes gathering into a dense group. They were like wolves roaming in the night sky, flexible and ferocious, constantly looking for opportunities to attack.

Dazzling missile trajectories streaked across the night sky, blooming like fireworks, leaving bright trajectories in the night sky. These trajectories intertwined with each other, forming a dense firepower network that enveloped the fighter group.

The mighty J-20, as a sharp sword in the sky, cuts through the tranquility of the night sky.

Tu Yi sat in the cockpit of the fighter plane, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, staring at every flashing point on the radar screen. Under his control, the fighter plane shuttled through the darkness like a ghost, avoiding the attacks of enemy fighter planes.

Suddenly, multiple red marks appeared on the radar screen, and the enemy fighters launched a fierce attack. The tail flames of the missiles drew dazzling tracks in the night sky, roaring towards Li Xiang's fighter.

Tu Yi's face was calm, and his heartbeat seemed to be synchronized with the rhythm of the fighter plane, steady and powerful.

Facing the overwhelming attacks, he did not panic at all. He quickly analyzed the situation and made decisions calmly.

He gently pulled the joystick, and the fighter drew an elegant arc in the air, cleverly avoiding the first wave of attacks. Then, he pressed the launch button, and two missiles were like arrows from a bow, accurately hitting two fighters in the enemy group.

Tu Yi has excellent flying skills and abundant combat experience. In the battlefield in the sky, he is like a soaring eagle, accurately judging the attack trajectory of the enemy fighter group, cleverly using the maneuverability of the fighter, and calmly controlling and launching missiles while avoiding waves of attacks, shooting down one enemy fighter after another.

As the battle began, enemy aircraft formations rushed in like a pack of wolves, and missiles and bullets drew dazzling arcs in the night sky. With superb driving skills, the fighter planes shuttled through the hail of bullets, looking for the best time to attack.

At this moment, co-pilot Chen Luo became another eye on the battlefield. He stared at the drone control interface, his fingers flying on the keyboard, as if playing an exciting piece of music. Under his control, the drone shuttled through the night sky like a ghost, quietly approaching the enemy formation.

Suddenly, Chen Luo spotted a key target in the enemy aircraft formation. He quickly adjusted the course and speed of the drone so that it could accurately lock onto the target. Then, he decisively pressed the launch button, and a missile whizzed out of the drone and headed straight for the enemy aircraft.

"Boom!" A loud noise echoed in the night sky. The enemy plane was hit by the missile and instantly turned into a fireball. Immediately afterwards, Tu Yi also caught the fighter plane. He quickly adjusted the fighter plane's attitude and launched an attack on another enemy plane.

The black-gold umbrella was firmly tacked to the ground, and no one could see the raging war outside.

Only the flashing images on the screen sending back data at the command center and the loud explosions above proved that this was not a dream, but a real fierce battle.

The peak battle was fast and fierce. It seemed that it took a long time to prepare for the attack, but the enemy was almost at the face of the enemy. In fact, from the time the fighter plane was dispatched and the first shot was fired, the entire combat process only took a few minutes.

S City is located at the southernmost tip of G Province. Except for the small Hong Kong Island in the south, it is surrounded by the sea on the east, west and south. There are no mountains or canyons, and it is just a chaos.

It's like when we have a group fight, we show our weapons as soon as we get in, and then we leave.

After a fierce battle with violent storms, the fighter planes returned.

At the huge airport, under the illumination of the lights, the fuselages of many fighter planes were carved with shocking scars by shrapnel and flames, like a cruel picture of war.

On the fuselage, the silver aluminum skin was melted by the high temperature, forming twisted and bubbled scars. These scars flashed a dim metallic luster under the setting sun.

The bullet holes were like black eyes, densely distributed all over the fuselage. They were of different sizes, some were as tiny as pinholes, while others were big enough to swallow an entire palm.

Through these bullet holes, one can glimpse the complex mechanical structures inside the fuselage, which are either exposed or covered with charred fragments, presenting a dilapidated and tragic beauty.

The edges of the wings were torn apart by the airflow during high-speed flight, revealing the internal metal skeleton. These skeletons were like soldiers with broken arms, stubbornly supporting the crumbling body of the fighter plane.

The red and white paint on the tail wing was already mottled and had been burned beyond recognition by smoke and flames, leaving only pieces of broken flags fluttering in the wind.

The cockpit of the fighter plane was the most seriously damaged part. The transparent glass window had been shattered into countless sharp fragments, like glass beads blown away by the strong wind.

The dashboard and joysticks in the cabin were twisted and deformed by the impact of the explosion, and the circuit wires were exposed, flashing faint electric sparks.

The entire fighter plane looked increasingly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun. It lay quietly on the battlefield like a wounded eagle. Although it had lost its former glory and strength, it silently told of its bravery and tragedy.

But more often than not, there is the grief of being directly hit on the battlefield, with the plane destroyed and the pilot killed. Fighter planes are expensive, but training a good pilot is even more expensive.

The enemy was obviously not feeling well either.

Night flight itself is a test of the pilot's skills and adaptability. For example, the most advanced F22 of Country Y, although equipped with a powerful engine, has a stronger mechanical capability than the Wyvern model.

However, as the J-20 is recognized as a fifth-generation and a half aircraft, its phased array radar is obviously more advanced, and its stealth capability, avionics system, flight speed, and payload are also far superior to its opponent.

The Chinese Air Force was full of passion. Their teammates offered sacrifices to the gods during the journey. Their fighting style was even more violent and unparalleled. They sang all the way and shot down the enemy's fighter planes one after another.

It was destruction, an explosion on the spot.

There were so many fighter planes flying across the sky like a swarm of locusts that in the end only a few were left and they fled in panic.

Even so, the fighter planes returning from City S only had half of the remaining damaged fighter planes compared to the large army when they attacked. All the drones were used as shields and crashed in front of the main fighter planes.