An English warning sounded simultaneously in the cockpits of the four fighter jets.

At this time, they had already risen to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, but their formation was not yet chaotic. The four fighter jets continued to rise in the continuous clouds.

Finally, they broke through the thick clouds and came to a clean and vast area. There was no strong airflow here, but the temperature suddenly dropped by a level.

On the glass cover of the fighter jet, the water vapor brought out by the clouds is evaporated by the heat generated by high-speed flight before it has time to freeze.

The four fighter jets were shrouded in a cloud of white steam and began to level off.

This vast area is the stratosphere of the Earth's atmosphere.

The wingman pilot looked down, and the clouds below the plane were clearly visible. They were rising and falling like mountains.

Suddenly, above a group of white clouds, several light spots were captured by the wingman pilot again. As the distance got closer, several black UFOs became clearer and clearer.

They seemed to be standing still, as if they were waiting for them.

"What to do? What to do?"

The wingman tried to contact the lead aircraft, but the communication was still interrupted. He had no choice but to watch the flight movements of the fighter in front.

The captain took them in a circle, and then began to dive towards the clearly visible black spots. He must have noticed these UFOs.

The wingman pilot bravely controlled the control stick and followed.

"This fire control radar is blind now. The new fighter jets don't even have cannons. Jerry, do you want us to use our bodies to fight against the opposing aircraft?"

The wingman pilot guessed most of the time correctly. Jerry in front of him really wanted to use naked eyes instead of radar to observe the opponent. This was also the core content of his mission.

Uncover the fleet's intentions at all costs, even in extremely dangerous situations.

This was the fundamental reason why he still did not return even though the team lost contact and the radar failed.

The intention of the spoc command is obvious. They want to use these fighter jets as pathfinders and provide contact rules for the "Saratoga" carrier formation behind them, even if they are sacrificed.

The four F-32 fighter jets circled for a few times and then approached the UFOs again. Jerry would adjust its fuselage every time it approached them. It was using the long-distance photography equipment on his fuselage to take pictures.

With each turn, he tried to cut in from different angles and the distance got closer. This was the aerial version of the "salami slicing tactic."

The air tactical wing of the "Earth-Ring Alliance" is quite proficient in this tactic. It was mainly used to deal with China's air carrier aircraft.

They can't defeat them but they are not willing to lose their air superiority. This tactic of infinitely compressing the flying space is their only way...

"Okay, everything is normal. It seems that these aliens do not want to be our enemies. They really came to Earth to make friends with us."

After continuing to complete a circle of flight, Jerry said to himself that he was going to cut another "sausage" and end this test flight.

But this last test activated those dark black mysterious aircraft. When the four fighter jets made a big circle and were about to get close again, they suddenly started and flew towards the F-32 fighter formation quickly.

Jerry was shocked when he saw this, "Fuck, what the hell, what do you bunch of alien pigs want to do?"

In a panic, Jerry quickly made a few gestures to the two fighter jets next to him and then broke away from the contact.

Only this time he realized that he seemed to have miscalculated. Those black aircraft were getting closer and closer, and they began to fly close to the face of the F-32 fighter jet.

There was no need for a camera to take pictures at such a close distance. Several F-32 pilots finally saw these black aircraft clearly.

Attack airships have no similarity in appearance to fighter jets on Earth. They are more like a prismatic flying saucer. The edges of the prismatic body are thinnest and then become thicker towards the center, forming a slightly inclined slope.

Its entire body is jet black, and its metallic body gleams in the sunny stratosphere.

One end of the airship's prismatic corner faces forward, like the nose of an aircraft. However, this prismatic corner looks no different from the other three corners. It has no glass cockpit, no particularly prominent place, and no one can be seen.

Driving signs.

There is nothing else on the entire fuselage except for a few seam-like traces.

Jerry was staring at the black aircraft in ecstasy when he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that something seemed to be sticking out from the slightly bulging place on the back and belly of its fuselage. He took a closer look and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

It was obviously a weapons station. It was hidden inside the fuselage just now. The weapon stations that had been extended into place were rotating rapidly, and one of them was facing his fighter jet.

Without warning, Jerry saw a flash of white light in the weapons station, and almost at the same time he felt the entire fighter plane tremble.

Jerry had no intention of continuing to "admire" the black flight area. He hurriedly looked at the instrument panel, where a red warning light was on, and various warning sounds sounded in the cockpit.

[Warning! The flight stability system is damaged...]

[Warning! Huge fluctuations in body pressure have been detected, and the body is at risk of disintegration...]

[Warning! There is a large-scale failure in the flight control system, and the host cannot repair it by itself. Please return immediately...]

Without enough time to think too much, Jerry quickly reached down and said, "Fuck you, damn computer system, only a fool would believe that you chose to return..."

"boom------"

After a powerful thrust, the world began to spin, Jerry's ears began to "whimper", and he ejected to escape.

Adjusting his falling body, Jerry glanced back. Two fighter jets trailing long black smoke were still flying forward, while the other two were nowhere to be seen. During the rotation, he vaguely saw two white fragments flying behind him.

It flashed before my eyes.

Those black aircraft flew away from the area without looking back.

Clean and neat!

As for the pilots, the black aircraft ignored them at all. They did not kill them all, but allowed them to land freely...

Hundreds of kilometers away, "Saratoga" formation commander Wilfred Wells was still staring at the four fighter jets until they crashed into the Mediterranean Sea like kites with broken strings.

He slowly straightened up, and what he was most worried about happened.

A few minutes later, a communications officer came over.

"Commander, Alexandroupolis Air Force Base reported that there are still two pilots alive. They should parachute. The base has coordinated with other search and rescue teams in Malta."
Chapter completed!