"Report! The identification results are out, Japan's 88th Fleet."
Zhou Zhen said: "Transmit the position information to the No. 1 early warning aircraft and order the First and Second Squadrons of our Air Force to carry out air strikes against the Japanese Eighth-Eight Fleet. The Third Squadron intercepts the Japanese fighter group and don't let them escape."
"The information transmission is completed, the order has been issued, and the tactical information is displayed on screen No. 2."
Zhou Zhen nodded and switched to screen No. 2.
"Now our air force has five minutes to reach the sky above our army. The enemy ship is heading 257, speed 65, and is still 120 nautical miles away from our army."
"Our escort formation has arrived in the sky above our army."
"Our fighter group has arrived over our army."
"The first and second squadrons continue to advance and will enter the tactical attack stage in ten minutes. It is expected to arrive at the attack location in fifteen minutes."
Zhou Zhen ordered: "Contact the No. 2 early warning aircraft to provide information support for the 1st and 2nd Squadrons."
"The No. 2 early warning aircraft has been linked and is adjusting the tactical communication channel."
"The No. 2 early warning aircraft has taken over command."
"Convert the information data and display the tactical attack situation on screen No. 4."
Seeing the picture appearing on the electronic screen, Zhou Zhen let out a breath.
Zhang Haitao ordered: "The missile is ready to launch, and the three-minute countdown has begun."
"The missile is normal, entering the three-minute countdown."
"The missile locks on the target and enters a one-minute countdown."
"10,9,8,7,6······Launch."
Balls of flames rose into the sky, and 12 long-range anti-aircraft missiles flew towards the Japanese fighter group at twice the speed of sound. The faces of the 12 Japanese fighter pilots changed, and the red warning lights flashed.
"Baga! I'm targeted by missiles."
"I was targeted by missiles."
"Raise up quickly and evade at a large angle. Quickly leave the enemy ship's air defense radar detection area." The performance of the F4-fighter is one of the most advanced in the world, but it depends on who uses it.
The 12 fighter jets quickly climbed to high altitude and divided into 12 directions to avoid at large angles.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Seven Japanese fighter jets were hit by missiles and exploded at an altitude of 2,500 meters. Four of them escaped from the missile tracking led by the leader.
Yuan Zhiqiang, captain of the 3rd Air Force Squadron, said: "Brothers, it's our turn. Don't let them escape. All aircraft should pay attention to locking the target and follow the lead aircraft."
"clear!"
Yuan Zhiqiang grasped the joystick tightly and his finger was already pressed on the missile launch button.
"Wingman No. 1 locks target."
"Wingman No. 2 locks target..."
Yuan Zhiqiang was a little nervous. After all, this was not a drill, but a real war. He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Launch!"
"Baga! It's a Chinese fighter plane." Before he could finish his words, he saw a ball of fire bursting from the fighter plane driven by his companion in the distance. This was also the last time he saw the world.
Yuan Zhiqiang did not expect that the Japanese would be wiped out by them so easily. It was a bit unfinished, but the mission was completed and he had to return home.
"Report! The Third Squadron has completed its mission and requested to return."
"You can return."
Zhou Zhen looked at the results on the electronic screen and laughed: "The little devil will suffer a big loss this time."
Zhang Haitao said with a smile: "This time, Japan underestimated our strength. They never expected that our country would develop an early warning aircraft on its own. They actually entered our air defense field with such arrogance."