naaapseattle #533 - Chapter 533: Satellite lost contact, F22 support? Loyal wingman makes a brilliant appearance!
#533 - Chapter 533: Satellite lost contact, F22 support? Loyal wingman makes a brilliant appearance!
Last time, most of North America's satellites were shot down, leaving only harmless civilian satellites.
Who did it?
Zhang Zhong made all sorts of excuses.
On one hand, he said he didn't believe in aliens in the universe.
But on the other hand…
If it wasn't aliens, then who could it be?
No one in the world has that technology!
North America also discovered strangely shaped aircraft in space orbit, but unfortunately, they didn't have the technology to destroy them—they were already developing it, but it would take time.
How could they manage without military satellites?
Fortunately!
They had the technology and the money.
They temporarily launched more than a dozen satellites, and they weren't attacked again.
Until today…
The nightmare descends once more!
Geosynchronous orbit.
Relying on top-notch photovoltaic technology, solar energy is converted into thrust, and armed satellites fly at high speed.
Everyone to your positions, arrive at the predetermined celestial domain.
Lock on!
The pulse cannon is fully charged, flashing with wisps of electricity.
Swoosh…
The next moment.
High-frequency pulses invisible to the naked eye are released.
…
Ticonderoga-class cruiser.
Flagship command center.
Thomas smugly directed the fleet to approach: "As long as China dares to make a move, we will…"
"Commander, something bad has happened!"
The intelligence officer rushed in, his face pale: "Our satellites… all lost contact! We can't lock onto the enemy cruiser!"
What?!
Thomas's expression instantly changed dramatically.
The 055's stealth capabilities are so strong that they defy the heavens; North American shipborne radar and early warning aircraft simply can't detect it.
Of course, if the distance is close enough, they might be able to detect it.
The problem is…
Major powers all operate in beyond-visual-range warfare mode!
At this moment, they are hundreds of kilometers apart; the only thing that can lock onto the 055 is a satellite.
But…
All the satellites have lost contact!
"How could this happen?!" Thomas exclaimed.
"Lost target!" someone shouted.
The 055 was displayed on the screen through high-resolution satellite locking, with the command room interconnected to the warship.
Now!
With the satellites losing contact, all the 055s have disappeared!
"Damn it!" Thomas gritted his teeth: "Hornets…"
Can't see it on radar?
Then let the fighter jets look from high altitude!
Locking onto a target isn't just limited to radar.
F22.
The world's first stealth fighter!
Of course, the so-called "first" is what Thomas thought.
As a heavy fighter, the F22 cannot take off and land from an aircraft carrier, but there is a North American base nearby, and the military had deployed in advance to assist in this military exercise—with the F22's flight speed, it can arrive quickly.
"Damn Chinese!"
Thomas's face was grim: "Let you know what a technological gap is!"
…
First Island Chain.
An air force base.
One after another, silver-gray F22s appeared, taking off after a brief taxi.
Joint naval exercise?
No!
The higher-ups issued instructions: this time, although it is nominally an exercise, there is a possibility of conflict breaking out, so we must not be careless—after all, we have seen China's cruisers capable of intercepting ballistic missiles.
However, most pilots still didn't take it too seriously deep down.
Harry used to be an F15 pilot.
After flying the F22, he discovered…
The F15 is nothing!
Supersonic cruise, super maneuverability, short take-off and landing, plus unique and super stealth capabilities.
The moment he entered the F22 cockpit, he felt like a god!
He firmly believed.
Any fighter, when facing the F22, has only one outcome—being shot down!
"GO! GO! GO!" Harry shouted loudly.
He is the leader of this squadron.
The F22 rapidly ascended to high altitude and immediately entered supercruise mode.
Subsequently.
Several tankers and early warning aircraft took off.
With the assistance of these 'nanny planes,' as many as 26 F22s sped along without any worries.
Closer and closer to the target airspace.
"Requesting to share the enemy warship's location!" Harry contacted the fleet command center.
Although the high-resolution satellite lost contact, the 055's coordinates were still archived before the complete loss of contact.
Warships are slow.
Knowing the previous location, the fighter jets have a wide field of view from high altitude and can easily find the current location.
"Enemy ship location shared!"
"Received! Let me teach them a lesson…"
Suddenly!
Harry's voice stopped abruptly.
"Harry, what happened?" Thomas shouted.
"…"
Harry didn't say a word.
He and his teammates stared blankly at a fighter not far away…
No!
Different from the fighters they knew!
The shape is extremely sci-fi, similar to the future or alien aircraft in Hollywood sci-fi movies, and the most outrageous thing is… there is no transparent cockpit!
Even, there is no curved bulge, but it is flat!
Loyal Wingman
"Captain Harry! Please respond!" Thomas shouted.
"Commander… I saw an alien fighter…" Harry finally answered, his voice foolish and silly.
"What?!"
"It's an alien fighter…"
Harry looked dazed, looking to the side through the cockpit.
Two or three hundred meters away on the right.
The extremely sci-fi fighter is directly below the F22 he is flying alongside, under its belly.
That's right!
The sci-fi fighter is flying synchronously under the belly of the F22 piloted by his subordinate!
At such a close distance, the radar didn't sound an alarm at all, and none of the twenty-odd F22 pilots detected the fighter approaching in advance—and didn't know when it appeared below their companion.
In other words.
The F22 radar can't detect it!
"What alien fighter? Are you crazy?!" Thomas roared: "The fleet's radar hasn't detected any other fighters besides your F22s!"
"Commander, it's true…"
"If it's real, then take it down!"
"Take it down…"
Harry suddenly woke up and shouted on the encrypted channel: "Vikas! It's under your belly, move away quickly—I'm going to take it down!"
26 F22s.
Among them, 25 pilots have successively discovered that sci-fi-shaped aircraft.
Only Vikas…
The aircraft is under his fighter.
He can't see it at all!
Hearing Harry's roar, he finally realized something was wrong and immediately maneuvered to change his flight attitude, exposing the space below the belly.
Finally!
He saw that sci-fi fighter!
"Radar can't lock on!"
"Switch to infrared-guided missiles!"
Infrared guidance.
Locking through the heat emitted by the target's engine.
Swoosh!
The sci-fi fighter was immediately locked on, and an air-to-air missile roared out.
AIM-9 air-to-air missile.
Nicknamed Sidewinder.
Belongs to the short-range air-to-air missile: the sci-fi fighter is close, so there is no need to use medium- and long-range missiles, and its stealth performance is too strong, so radar guidance is useless at all—just right, the Sidewinder is active infrared guidance.
"It's dead!" Harry shouted.
The next moment.
His eyeballs almost popped out.
Whoosh!
Originally under the belly of his teammate's plane, synchronized with the F22 in supercruise mode.
Suddenly.
The sci-fi fighter accelerated sharply!
How many Gs of overload is that?
The Sidewinder's maximum flight speed is Mach 2.5.
And the sci-fi fighter…
The distance from the Sidewinder missile is rapidly increasing.
In other words.
It's faster than a Sidewinder missile!
"Quick… quick, use AIM-120!" a teammate screamed.
"Idiot! AIM-120 is radar-guided!"
In the face of absolute stealth, radar can't lock on at all, so how can you attack?
"AIM-120… is also useless."
Harry murmured.