Spark

At an altitude of 6,000 meters, the returning flight squadron has lost all contact with the ground.

Even the Air Police 2000, which has a strong anti-electromagnetic interference capability, can do very little in the face of such powerful electromagnetic suppression.

The only thing it can do is to increase the power of radio communication, and try again and again to send assembly point signals to other fighters through the data link system.

However, it received no response.

This is an extremely dangerous situation.

Except for the J-22 with an astonishing range, all other fighters have already entered the fuel warning line. If they cannot rely on ground guidance to return in time, all these fighters will face the risk of crashing!

You know, here is the vast sea.

A fighter plane without guidance is like a blind man who is blind.

If the avionics system on board is also impacted, they may even be unable to distinguish between the sea surface and the sky, and dive directly into the sea!

This kind of thing is not unheard of.

In Air Police 2000, everyone anxiously tried various operations, but there was no progress.

At this moment, the same thought flashed through their minds:

Could it be a war?

This tactic is indeed a familiar style.

In the previous Iraq war, they used EA-6B electronic warfare aircraft on a large scale, which almost paralyzed the communication network of the entire city of Baghdad.

And what is happening now is obviously exactly the same as then.

The pilot's back could not help but see cold sweat.

The technological gap is on full display at this moment.

They were still lamenting the strength of the J-22 just a minute ago, thinking that relying on this plane, they would have the ability to fight against the enemy.

But I didn't expect that just one minute later, our side would face the risk of annihilation of the entire army.

And the opponent didn't even use any weapons!

Looking at the VSD flashing with snowflakes, the captain of Air Police 2000 gritted his teeth and gave instructions to the radar operator.

The latter quickly turns on the radar HOJ mode and enables the passive homing function.

And what they have to do is simple.

That is to rely on the anti-jamming capability of this fighter, which is slightly stronger than that of the J-8 III, to take the initiative to attack and try to find those electronic warfare aircraft that release the source of interference.

Drive them away if possible.

If the other party refuses to retreat, then this early warning aircraft without weapons will turn itself into a weapon.

On the other side, the J-22 fighter plane driven by Liu Chuanwu also encountered the impact of electronic interference, but his performance was calm.

Because he had anticipated this situation a long time ago, and had even done special training.

He calmly turned on the HOJ mode, and the VSD, which was originally a snowflake, gradually stabilized, and the avionics system also began to display various flight data information normally.

Then, he yanked the joystick and began to climb at an astonishingly sharp angle. After rising to an altitude of 15,000 meters, he turned on the airborne active radar again.

At this time, only a short two minutes had passed since the encounter with electronic interference.

Lumber lens retracted.

Weapon system unlocked.

Afterburner turned on.

The vector nozzle of the J-22 spewed out azure blue flames, and the plane quickly broke through the sound barrier, bringing up an umbrella-shaped cloud of smoke that looked like mist.

The range of electronic interference can only reach a few hundred kilometers at most, but now, he is completely out of the interference range.

He will rely on the judgment of the interference area, take the initiative to find the center of the interference as quickly as possible, and then use his own way to end this absurd and weird accident.

The speed of the J-22 continued to increase, reaching nearly Mach 2 in just a few tens of seconds.

It draws a huge arc in the air, and as the HOJ mode is continuously turned on and off, a complete sea map has gradually formed in Liu Chuanwu's mind.

Four large circles, overlapping each other.

The interference range is close to 80 kilometers from north to south and 60 kilometers from east to west.

It just covered the range of activities of the J-8 III Squadron and the Air Police 2000 early warning aircraft, and at the same time covered the standby area of ​​the surface ships below.

In this area, all combat units have become isolated islands.

——

Except myself.

I am not an island, but a sharp blade that pierces the barrier.

A strange smile appeared on Liu Chuanwu's face.

He suddenly understood how the pilots who flew over Iraq felt.

That is a kind of unparalleled self-confidence.

After a brief pause, he gently pushed the joystick.

Afterwards, J-22 turned around lightly, and rushed straight towards the center of the circle.

At the same time, the center of the circle is in the middle.

In the cockpit of EA-6B, the three members were driving the fighter leisurely, with an extremely relaxed expression.

The driver's legs were on the console, his head turned to the direction of the co-pilot, and he said in a frivolous tone:

The task this time is really simple. Just fly casually, and you can get a two-week vacation when you go back. I don't know if the higher-ups have discovered it.

Hearing his words, the co-pilot nodded in agreement and replied:

It's really not difficult—is this part of the training?

If you ask me, it's pointless to scare them. It's better to let those boys from Bobcat Squadron fight us electronically.

At least they have some experience and can play like a cat catching a mouse.

Now these mice in front of us are not only slow, but also blind and deaf.

Really unchallenging job

Yeah. Check the working status of the electronic pod.

Check the working status of the electronic pod, it is normal.

You said, will they be frightened by us, and they will never dare to come to this sea area again?

There was a narrow smile on the co-pilot's face. Seeing his expression, the main pilot pouted contemptuously and replied:

Who knows? It's not like you don't know the character of these people. Although they are weak, they are not afraid of death.

Let's be careful, pay attention to observe the situation, if there is anything wrong, we will return and leave immediately.

It's just a show, I don't want to be knocked down by them.

Such a show is not as good as

The co-pilot subconsciously wanted to add two sarcasm words, but at this moment, the urgent siren sounded suddenly.

Did, drop, drop --

Everyone in the cockpit was stunned at the same time, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that the co-pilot asked belatedly:

What's the situation? The radar is abnormal?

Hearing his words, the main driver hurriedly lowered his head to check the radar situation, but at this glance, he almost jumped out of his chair in fright.

Shit! It's not a radar anomaly!

FXXK! We've been 'discovered'!

What?!? Are you kidding me?!

The co-pilot turned pale with fright, and he sat up straight in a jerk, but when he looked at the radar screen, what he was about to say was swallowed back in an instant.

Because, clearly displayed on the VSD, behind them, there is a flying unit approaching rapidly.

Although the flight speed cannot be judged due to the influence of the electronic pod, there is no doubt that it is definitely a fighter jet.

What are you doing!? Why is there a fighter jet flying from behind? Is it our plane?

How is it possible! We have no other friendly forces, this is their plane!

How could this be their plane? All their planes are below us, even the J-22 and so on?!

At this moment, everyone in the cabin suddenly felt a chill behind their backs.

The alarm sound became more and more urgent, and they had no time to discuss too much. Under the reaction of years of training, a series of jamming bombs were thrown in an instant.

But that's of no use.

The fighter plane behind them still followed them firmly.

Pull up, give up the mission, and return quickly!

The chief pilot issued an order decisively, and the co-pilot followed suit immediately.

He deactivated the jamming pod, flipped the wings quickly from side to side, and switched to the public radio channel in an attempt to make a friendly gesture.

But the other party doesn't seem to accept this at all.

After a few seconds, the signal on the radar screen disappeared.

The sirens continued.

The hunter disappeared into the darkness.

But its fangs were always aimed at the neck of the EA-6B.

Great fear swept over.

The people in the cabin were all cold, and even their fingers began to tremble.

Then, a voice came from their headphones at the same time.

I see you.

I see you guys.