Chapter 2182: The Hunt at Sea, Am I the Prey?
On the high seas.
The JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group has joined forces with the JF-17 Fifth Carrier Strike Group.
However, at the same time, the number of enemy warships in the surrounding area is also constantly increasing.
The fighting intensified.
The bridge of the flagship of the first JF-17 carrier battle group located at the rear.
Marshal Medusa looked at the battle reports that had been sent back.
She looked at the nautical chart in front of her again and drew a circle around the battle site with the center as the center.
"Now the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light."
Our first task is to locate the enemy aircraft carrier.
Moreover, the enemy has come from a great distance, so they will inevitably be carrying many supply ships and transport ships.
This is our primary target!
Send out all our reconnaissance aircraft.
"Search this area for me, you must find the enemy's aircraft carrier!" Marshal Medusa patted the nautical chart in front of her.
The circles drawn on the nautical chart are based on the radius of the aircraft carrier's fuel capacity to support flight and combat.
The enemy's aircraft carrier is most likely within this range!
Marshal Medusa looked out the porthole at the reconnaissance planes taking off one after another.
Her expression was serious.
The most important thing in this war is when we can locate the enemy's aircraft carrier.
"Where are our other carrier battle groups now?" Marshal Medusa asked.
"We have ten carrier battle groups."
Originally, one branch was located on the west side of the west coast of the western continent, and the other branch was located in the strait in the middle of the northwestern continent.
One branch is located on the northern coast of the continent.
Apart from these three, the other seven carrier battle groups are all near our Xiaolong Kingdom.
Currently, the JF-17 Ninth Carrier Strike Group has joined forces with the JF-17 V Carrier Strike Group and is engaged in combat with the enemy on the main battlefield.
The JF-17 Thunder third carrier battle group is expected to arrive in the battlefield area within two hours at the earliest.
If our JF-17 carrier battle group were to enter the battlefield, an hour would be enough.
The remaining three carrier strike groups could arrive in as little as five hours, or as long as twenty-four hours.
The carrier battle group that I just mentioned is the furthest from us, located on the west coast of the western continent.
"It is estimated that it will take at least five days to get here," the subordinate reported.
Marshal Medusa looked at the locations of the various carrier battle groups marked on the nautical chart.
This is why being attacked by the enemy puts us in a passive position.
The enemy's attack was so sudden that their army was not strong enough to be assembled.
"Other carrier strike groups en route were ordered to continue their rapid journey to provide support."
We'll also apply to our military headquarters.
Have the mainland send more supply ships and cargo ships over.
There are also hospital ships.
Our warships need resupply and repair after the battle.
In addition, the injured need timely medical treatment.
"yes."
Squadrons of reconnaissance aircraft patrolled and investigated high in the sky, leaving no part of the sea below unchecked.
They searched from dawn till dusk.
But still, nothing was gained.
"Captain, we're running low on fuel."
If we don't turn back soon, we might not even have enough fuel to make the return trip.
The wingman reminded him from the side.
The captain looked at the sea in front of him and said, "You guys go back first, I'll continue searching further ahead."
We haven't searched that area of water in our previous searches.
"But your oil..."
"I know my oil."
My flying skills are much better than yours.
Just because you can't fly back doesn't mean I can't fly back.
Stop talking.
You guys go first, I'll keep looking ahead.
"yes."
While the other reconnaissance aircraft returned to base, this one continued to advance.
Like a lone hero.
"Hey, aren't you going to blame me?" the captain said.
In the back seat, another driver was using binoculars to search the surrounding sea.
"Is it your fault?"
Since you've already made the decision for me, I don't have time to blame you.
But next time, could you at least ask for my opinion first?
"You're not the only one on this plane, Major," the pilot in the back said irritably.
The captain smiled calmly: "Okay."
"Then, Captain, do you agree to let us continue exploring?"
"You bastard."
"Remember to treat me to a meal when you get back." The captain in the back row rolled his eyes and said.
"No problem, I'll cook for you myself!"
No, no, no.
If you want to kill me, just say so.
No one in our flight base dares to eat the food you've prepared.
In the midst of banter.
The captain's expression turned serious: "I know that flying such a long distance like this is very risky, and we may not be able to return to the mothership."
But we both know what the current situation is.
Several of our carrier battle groups were surrounded and hunted by the enemy, and we didn't even know the location of the enemy's fleet and carriers.
If this continues, we will be in a very passive position.
Only by locating the enemy's fleet and aircraft carriers can we turn the tables and take the initiative!
"I understand, stop being so wishy-washy."
Just looking!
The reconnaissance aircraft continued to fly further away, and soon its fuel level reached the warning level.
Just when they were about to give up.
The captain suddenly stared at the sea below and shouted, "Found something!"
Look at the sea below, that wake is from an aircraft carrier!
The second lieutenant in the back row examined the object carefully through binoculars: "That's possible, but... judging from the flight path, it must have been sailing for quite some time."
A brief silence fell over the cabin.
If they continue searching, they definitely won't have enough fuel for the return trip.
However, having finally located the enemy's aircraft carrier, simply reporting the location back is not enough.
What if it gets lost later?
"Report this coordinate location back first, and then we'll continue tracking for a while longer."
"If we can find the fleet and aircraft carrier, that would be even better!" the captain said in a deep voice.
"Let's do it this way!" The pilot in the back nodded.
At that moment, the two men showed no restraint whatsoever, and their words did not consider their own safety.
This seems insignificant compared to their discovery of the enemy's aircraft carrier's trajectory.
The JF-17 carrier battle group behind received the message immediately from the reconnaissance aircraft at the front.
"Report! One of our reconnaissance aircraft has detected the flight path of what appears to be an aircraft carrier and is continuing its pursuit!"
The coordinates are **/**/**. The adjutant marked a location on the sea.
Marshal Medusa looked at the location marked on the nautical chart.
This position almost overlaps with the circle she drew.
"This location?"
Has this reconnaissance aircraft flown out of its normal reconnaissance range?
"They don't have enough fuel to make their return journey!" Marshal Medusa realized.
The adjutant beside him remained silent.
This clearly demonstrates that the reconnaissance aircraft was headed with the objective of locating the enemy's carrier fleet.
Marshal Medusa took a deep breath and tapped heavily on the coordinates: "Immediately dispatch a reconnaissance squadron to investigate."
At the same time, we arranged for our bombers and fighters to be ready for combat.
"Once the enemy carrier fleet's location is located, depart immediately!"
"yes!"
If we can destroy the enemy's aircraft carrier as soon as possible, we can prevent the enemy from sending fighter jets and bombers to the main battlefield.
The situation for the fifth and ninth carrier battle groups will be greatly alleviated.
I waited for about five minutes.
A new telegram has arrived.
"The latest news has come back."
The reconnaissance aircraft discovered the location of the enemy's aircraft carrier fleet.
At the coordinates **/**/**.
Initial observations indicate there are nearly one hundred warships.
"There are thirty aircraft carriers, a third of them are frigates and destroyers, and another third are various auxiliary warships!" the adjutant exclaimed excitedly. "We've captured them!"
Marshal Medusa's serpentine eyes seemed to hold the sharp glint of a hunter on the hunt.
She waved her hand and said, "Pass on my orders."
All bombers and fighters took off immediately to attack the target enemy's carrier battle group.
Prioritize destroying the decks of enemy aircraft carriers.
After destroying the deck, the secondary targets are enemy support ships, especially supply ships!
"clear!"
On the aircraft carriers of the First Carrier Strike Group, fighter jets and bombers took off in formation.
They didn't even hover or wait in the air for long; they flew directly towards their target sea area.
Because the distance is very far.
Therefore, they need to hurry and save fuel.
Only in this way can they devote more time and energy to the battle!
The fighter jets and bombers that took off first flew halfway through the journey.
They spotted a reconnaissance plane billowing black smoke, wobbling as it flew back the way they had come.
Those are their reconnaissance planes!
There are some bullet holes on the body.
At this time, at this location.
This is the same reconnaissance plane that located the enemy carrier battle group.
The fighter pilot looked at the reconnaissance plane billowing black smoke and gave a solemn military salute.
Bombers and fighter jets that passed by the reconnaissance aircraft all took the initiative to avoid it.
They knew that the reconnaissance plane didn't have enough fuel and most likely wouldn't be able to return to the mothership.
Now, all we hope is that it can get as close to the mothership as possible.
In this way, their chances of survival in the vast ocean can be increased.
"See that?"
Those guys are saluting us!
Look at that fighter jet.
It's that guy with the expressionless face.
He was a student in our class, but he rarely saluted anyone. He was incredibly arrogant, relying on being a top student.
"Hey, can you talk to me for a bit?"
"As promised, I'll treat you to dinner after this mission is over."
"My skills have improved recently."
My cola chicken wings are so delicious!
My dog said it was delicious.
The major piloting the reconnaissance plane spoke, but his eyes were already moist.
Inside the cabin, you could see splattered blood behind him.
His comrade-in-arms.
He had collapsed inside the cockpit, with a huge hole in his abdomen, through which his intestines were spilling out.
"Don't worry, we're almost home." For the first time, the driver felt his vision blurring.
He could have parachuted.
But he can't parachute now.
Because his comrades were on this reconnaissance plane.
The fuel level warning light on the dashboard has started to illuminate.
The left engine has stopped.
The right engine has stopped.
The reconnaissance aircraft began to gradually lose power, and its flight altitude began to gradually decrease.
But at this time...
A propeller plane appeared ahead.
"Found it!"
The reconnaissance plane has been spotted.
The altitude is dropping rapidly, which means we're running low on fuel.
"Make them jump! Make them jump!"
"They haven't jumped yet, could it be a parachute malfunction?"
"They were less than 300 meters from the sea surface and were about to make an emergency landing."
Lower the flight altitude, drop the inflatable raft, and prepare for rescue!
The rescue team on the helicopter is ready and prepared to rescue the pilot of the reconnaissance plane at any time.
The reconnaissance plane touched the sea surface, and the already struggling aircraft instantly split in two.
Seawater entered the cabin.
The driver lost consciousness shortly after the violent impact.
After regaining consciousness in a daze, he was rescued from the cockpit by rescuers.
But... his comrade-in-arms, the guy who joked with him, the guy who didn't like to take a bath.
That guy whose back I could trust with complete peace of mind.
This, along with his cockpit, slowly sank into the deep sea.
"My comrades are still inside the plane!"
"He can still be saved!"
The driver struggled and shouted.
"Major, calm down."
The driver has lost vital signs!
"Please, please save him."
Save him.
He's still young, he's my...son!
The rescuers were momentarily speechless, staring at the man in his forties before them.
It's hard to believe that he would fly the same reconnaissance plane as his son.
But the rescuers did not take the risk; they could not risk their lives for a dead body.
In the end, only this one pilot was rescued and put on the helicopter.
He was wrapped in a blanket and sat inside the cabin.
Distracted and absent-minded.
"Your co-pilot... is he your son?" The rescuers asked with some reluctance when they saw the name on the list of victims.
"Yes.
I am a former pilot from a country in the North.
My son joined the JF-17 Flying Academy first, and later, seeing that I was frustrated and unsuccessful, he pulled me in with him.
Although we are very different in age.
However, because of my original driving skills, we were still classmates and graduated at the same time.
He was then assigned to a flight squadron.
He also became my deputy. The man held his head in his hands.
His mind was filled with painful emotions.
His son wouldn't have died if he hadn't insisted on taking the risk at the last minute.
but......
but......
These were the last words spoken by the son before he died.
"dad.
Don't blame yourself.
You are my pride.
I became a pilot because I saw photos of you flying when I was a child, and I aspired to become a pilot like you.
When you found the enemy's carrier battle group, I knew you were my proudest...father...
"Dad...take me home."
go home......
He couldn't even fulfill his son's last wish.
After being rescued and brought back to the aircraft carrier, the father underwent a physical examination and was awarded a second-class merit.
When asked what his requirements were.
He only said one sentence.
"Give me a fighter jet!"