Great Power Technology.

Chapter 312 Reappearance of the Barents Sea Scalpel?

While He Kangmei was discussing the so-called irrefutable reasons with his superiors, Cheng Chen had already rushed to the sky in a fighter plane.

His target was an F-35 fighter jet flying from a distance. The opponent's flying altitude was very low and the speed was equally slow.

For that enemy plane, his purpose was not to penetrate at low altitude and high speed, but to provoke the carrier-based aircraft wing of the 18 formation just like the F15/A played with the J-002 last time.

After entering the air radar monitoring range, the F-35C suddenly increased its speed, and after a beautiful lifting action, the altitude began to rise in a straight line.

Cheng Chen also followed the other party's flight path up, and at the same time shouted the usual eviction command to the other party in the communication channel.

However, the F-35C pilot named Medellin apparently dismissed this.

After shouting the password three times, he openly provocatively said in the public channel:

"Stop shouting. This is the high seas. I'm just exercising the right of freedom of navigation. You can neither catch up with us nor shoot down us. Why waste your fuel? Look at it obediently, this is your lord's game."

Cheng Chen kept silent, just pushed the afterburner lightly to further increase the speed of the J-15, and the plane gradually approached the F-35 ahead.

The opponent saw the J-15 catching up from the rearview mirror, so he also turned on the afterburner, and after a roll, he began to fly in the opposite direction of the 002 formation, as if he was planning to leave.

But Cheng Chen did not let down his vigilance because of this. He followed the flight path of the F-35C. Rod, the J-15 started pulling ahead of the F-35 at a huge pitch.

The F-35C did exactly one Cobra maneuver right after he completed the pull up.

Cheng Chen pressed down the nose, and the J-15 began to dive rapidly, falling straight towards the opponent.

This action startled Medellin, but as the most elite carrier-based aircraft pilot, he was not panicked by it. After a few short operations, the rising F-35 directly gave up the follow-up Move, rush straight up in the direction of the speed line!

The two planes passed each other just like that, and even during the brief rendezvous for a few seconds, Cheng Chen could see the face of the pilot in the other's cockpit from the cockpit.

This shows that during the maneuver just now, the relative distance between the two planes did not exceed 20 meters.

As long as there is a little carelessness, the plane will be destroyed and people will die.

"SHIT!! Are you crazy??"

Medellin shouted loudly in the public channel, he was frightened by the extremely dangerous action just now except for a cold sweat.

He has never seen any pilot who dared to dive downward with afterburner under such low-altitude maneuvering conditions, because as long as the control is a little careless, he will face the end of falling into the sea.

What's even more exaggerated is that the target of the opponent's dive is himself!
He had no doubt that if he hadn't used the emergency maneuver to evade just now, the other party would definitely rush towards him and use the vertical tail of the J-15 to open a hole in his cockpit!
Do they want to reproduce the Barents Sea scalpel in this sea! ?
Fighter-to-fighter scalpel operation?

Medellin no longer hesitated, and immediately activated afterburner to escape.

He didn't want to get entangled with such a crazy opponent. He had seen the alert flight, the barrel roll maneuver, and the ultra-close follow-up stop, but he had never seen a fighter plane collide.

It's really not worth risking your own life in this kind of non-military action.

Thinking of this, he opened the communication channel and called to the carrier air wing headquarters:
"Base, base, this is Bravo-2, I am being driven away by the dangerous actions of enemy fighter planes, request to return, request to return."

A moment later, the command's voice came from the communicator.

"Refused to return, please exit the radar warning range of the other party and cruise on the edge. Our P-8A anti-submarine patrol aircraft has already taken off from the Kadena base. Please perform a long-distance escort mission for it."

"...received, disengage, and perform long-distance escort missions."

After the voice fell, the F-35C headed east all the way, ready to go to the air to meet the P-8A.

Medellin fully understands what his side wants to do. The headquarters is no longer satisfied with the high-frequency demonstrations in the air, because it is impossible for this kind of confrontation to achieve actual deterrent results when both sides are restrained. What they have to do now is to let the P-8A go to the warning sea area, and after dropping the sonar buoys, monitor the movement of the opponent's underwater submarine!
And once the movement of the opponent's submarine is exposed, after losing the biggest support, this sea duel can end without bloodshed.

Thinking of this, he finally felt a little relieved.

Finally, I don't have to risk my life myself.

As long as you rely on your speed advantage to get rid of the J-15 that is still closely following behind you, then your mission will be completed.

Looking at the J-15 getting farther and farther in the rearview mirror, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

Turning on the public radio channel, he said:
"Don't chase, goodbye, baby, you will never be able to keep up with me, go home quickly, your mother is still waiting for you on the boat."

While speaking, he increased the afterburner, and the dazzling Mach ring flashed on the tail of the F-35C, and the fighter jet broke through the speed of sound in an instant.

The J-15 behind seemed to give up catching up. After trying to follow for more than ten seconds, it flew in the air with a large arc and returned to the direction of the 002 formation.

Medellin shook his head happily. For this flight mission, he originally planned to go to the low-altitude pass over the 002 formation as planned, just like what the carrier-based aircraft pilots of the Roosevelt formation did, but he did not expect that the other party The response this time was actually so firm.

None of our fighter planes could break through the opponent's 100 nautical mile final cordon. There seemed to be an invisible iron gate there. As long as our fighter planes approached, they would be immediately driven away by the opponent in a desperate way. Leave.

It seems to be fighting to the end.

After a moment of silence, he turned on the internal communication channel and said jokingly:

"Guys, it's time for us to go home."

However, just as his voice fell, and before the other team members answered, he keenly noticed that a small bright spot appeared on his airborne radar screen.

Then, a shadow fell over his cockpit.

"I am the Huaxia Air Force, you are too close to us, please leave immediately, otherwise I will intercept it!"

Broken English came into his ears abruptly, he subconsciously looked up, and a huge heavy fighter was quietly suspended above his head.

J-20C.

The tail of this J-20 is also sprayed with bright blue flames, and judging from its flight attitude, such high-speed maneuvers seem to be effortless for it.

Medellin pushed the joystick subconsciously, trying to get rid of the opponent by maneuvering at a large angle, but what he didn't expect was that the opponent was obviously a heavy air superiority fighter positioned to fight outside the visual range, but its maneuverability was poor. It doesn't belong to me at all!

Can't run away.

He sighed, and waved his wings left and right to indicate that he was about to leave. After receiving the signal, the J-20C also pulled away a little, and followed behind him vigilantly.

Medellin turned on the communicator, tuned to the public channel and said:
"My friend, this is an open sea area. I'm just flying normally. Is there any problem?"

"You can fly farther."

The reply from J-[-] in the headset was simple and indifferent.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, 002 nautical miles away from the 400 ship formation.

The F-20C fighter jet tracked by the J-35C found the P-8A anti-submarine patrol aircraft in front through the airborne radar.

Medellin hesitated whether to continue the escort mission, because he knew that once he entered the escort sequence, what he would face would be a more severe interception by the J-20C.

He turned on the communication to report the situation to the aircraft carrier formation, and wanted to stop the farce that was originally caused by himself, but the command instead issued an order to continue the escort.

A hint of ominous premonition rose in his heart, but the military order was hard to follow. When he was close to the position where he could see P-8A, he reduced the speed to low-speed cruising state, turned around, and conducted guidance and escort on the left side of P-8A.

However, just as he was turning, he lost view of the J-20C in the rearview mirror.

Turning his eyes to the radar screen, he saw that the small bright spot had distanced himself from him, but before he had time to rejoice, the plane rushed towards his rear at an incredible speed!
Medellin subconsciously wanted to speed up his escape, but time was running out.

Just when he was hesitating whether to change the flight attitude, the J-20 had already appeared above his head, maintaining the same low speed parallel to him.

Want to roll? ?
No.

An incredible idea flashed in his mind, and this idea was fulfilled in the next second.

After the J-20 slightly adjusted its flight attitude, a glaring flame burst out from the nozzle of the vector engine, and then the nose of the plane suddenly pulled up, and the hot tail flame pointed directly at the F-35C below!

Medellin, who couldn't dodge in time, was instantly involved in the opponent's wake, and his flight stability was destroyed. The huge amount of data almost overwhelmed the flight control system, and his fighter rolled and fell downward.

At this time, he was only less than 4000 meters above sea level.

In just 20 seconds, his altitude has dropped to less than 1500 meters, and he has not completely regained control of the aircraft!
"May Day, May Day!!"

Medellin sent a hasty signal to the command center, and after adjusting the aircraft's attitude slightly, he pulled down the emergency ejection tab under the seat without hesitation!
After a slight explosion, the cockpit cover was thrown away, and he was ejected into the sky immediately.

At this moment, above the sea surface with a radius of thousands of nautical miles, all radio communications fell into silence.

The first accident of this sea-air confrontation occurred.

After that, no one can predict how the situation will change.

After a full 30 seconds, all pilots on both sides received the signal to return.

The situation took a turn for the worse.

A huge crisis is imminent!
(End of this chapter)