Author: September Sauce

At the same time, on the sea, four fake EA-6B aircraft were escorted by two J-8 III fighter jets and began to return home.

The communication signal on the plane has been restored, but at this moment, no one is saying a word except for absolutely necessary communication of instructions.

These members were so frightened by the ghost fighter that they quickly developed PTSD. As soon as they got on the plane, the radar alarm buzzed in their heads, and their fingers involuntarily reached for the button to release the jamming bomb.

But what's outrageous is that those people don't know what they did. Most of the operating systems on the plane have failed. Only the most basic avionics are still running, which can barely support them in flying back to the base.

If they knew that the plane they were flying had been dismantled and reassembled, they would probably be beaten to death without even getting on the plane.

But the good news is that the airport thoughtfully filled them up with fuel, enough to support their flight back to the base.

Thinking of this, EA-6B pilot Burke couldn't help but feel a little moved.

But it only took a moment for him to react.

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Shit, what's so touching about this?

Isn’t this what should be done??

It’s over, not only did I suffer from PDST, but I even suffered from Stockholm Syndrome.

You must find a psychiatrist to take a good look after you go back. Otherwise, if you keep it in your heart like this, I'm afraid this shadow will accompany you for the rest of your life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the EA-6B had flown 200 kilometers away from the coastline. The accompanying J-8 III had returned after saying hello, and he finally felt a little relaxed.

Looking at the co-pilot Johnson sitting next to him, he said with lingering fear:

"I finally know why the reward for this mission is so generous, two weeks of vacation."

"You son of a bitch, you want to kill us even during a two-week vacation. The master above is really not a human being!"

After hearing his words, Johnson shook his head helplessly and replied:

"Then what can be done? In fact, I expected there would be danger from the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous."

"That plane was so scary, we couldn't even touch its shadow."

"If it were an actual battle, I'm afraid we would have been blown to pieces in the air."

"I doubt where they got the technology from and whether they are really aliens."

"Alien shit!"

Burke cursed and continued:

"I heard that they copied the design of our F-22, but obviously, they copied it better than what we did."

"I don't know what's going on over there in the corner tower. Our own planes haven't even entered service yet, but the other side's imitation planes have already chased us away."

"But what can we do? From now on, we probably have to stay away from this sea."

Johnson sighed and said nothing, but nodded in agreement.

He definitely didn't want to experience something like this again.

Whoever wants to come will come in the future, whether it is a two-week, two-month, or two-year vacation, he will never point the plane's course towards that sea again, not even for a second!

Who knows if there will be an invisible hunter above his head, eager to attack him?

Trading your life for a vacation?

Then you have to die.

Thinking of this, Johnson suddenly shuddered.

He asked:

"You said, that J-22 is still following us, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Burke, who had already relaxed, suddenly froze in place.

He turned to look at Johnson and stammered:

"Probably not. They have no reason to do that."

"We have already left and the problem has been solved. Why should they follow us?"

"We can't do anything threatening anymore. The electronic pod was dismantled to a mess and can't even be used. I doubt if they took away all the equipment and left us only an empty shell."

".Possibly. But at least it's a good thing."

"You know, people who have their guns taken away on the battlefield will generally not be attacked."

Hearing Johnson's answer, Burke finally found a glimmer of comfort, but then he suddenly realized a serious problem:

The electronic pod has been dismantled, but what about the other devices?

"Check the landing gear! They didn't break our landing gear, did they?"

He spoke nervously.

Johnson on the side was also nervous. He immediately started the self-check program. After confirming that there was no problem with the landing gear, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The landing gear is fine, the communication with the ground is fine - we should be able to land safely."

"What we should be more worried about is what happens after landing. If such a big thing happens, Kant will not let us go."

"I don't even want to fly back to the aircraft carrier. Burke, how about we fly directly to the base? Land there, at least we can be with the other brothers."

"Unless you want to be court-martialed."

Burke said coldly.

In fact, for a moment, his thoughts were the same as Johnson's.

Among the four EA-6Bs, only they belong to the carrier-based air wing of the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier fleet. As the main commander of this operation, they bear greater responsibilities than the other three aircraft.

Once it falls on the aircraft carrier, punishment will be inevitable

Looking at the approaching aircraft carrier displayed on the radar screen, Burke frowned and held the control stick.

Getting ready to land.

No matter what the outcome is, he must face it.

"Contact the tower and let them guide the landing."

Burke said listlessly.

Johnson nodded, turned on the radio communication, and began to confirm the landing details with the tower.

At this time, they could already see the huge ship on the sea. Under the red sunset, the dark deck seemed like a huge sea reef.

The altitude continued to decrease, the guidance signal light came on, Burke gently pushed the control stick, and the "incomplete" EA-6B began to slowly descend.

The landing gear opened smoothly without any problems.

The engine propeller speed begins to slow down and the aircraft enters a gliding attitude.

Finally going home.

Burke's heart began to beat again.

Everything is coming to an end. After this vacation, I must seriously consider retirement.

Just thinking like this, EA-6B continued to descend, but just when he was about to enter the decision altitude, a strange call suddenly came from the public channel.

Burke's heart tightened, and he subconsciously pulled up the control lever. At this moment, a voice was heard on the common radio channels of the entire Nimitz aircraft carrier fleet at the same time.

"Hello, goodbye."

"shit!!!"

Burke was shocked. He suddenly realized that he had made an absolutely unforgivable mistake.

That ghost follows me for no reason!

Yes, an EA-6B whose jamming pod has been destroyed will definitely not be a target, but what if it is an aircraft carrier formation?!

Destroy upon discovery, this is the Achilles heel of an aircraft carrier.

Even in joint exercises, the exact location of the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier has never been truly exposed to the outside world.

But now I actually attracted it!

The location is exposed.

For the first time in history, the formation was accurately positioned during the mission.

But what the other party used was an extremely simple method.

That is, keep following.

It's over.

All is lost.

If necessary, the other party can launch land-based anti-ship missiles immediately.

Under a saturation attack, how many minutes can this formation, which has not entered combat readiness at all, last?

There was a look of despair on his face, but the next second, another call came from the public channel, which completely froze his already cold heart into a solid block of ice.

"EA-6B, your tailhook is broken."

"Fly back to Kadena."

"Shall I give you a ride?"

At this moment, Burke suddenly understood what the full tank of oil was used for.
Chapter completed!