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On June 26, the "Flying Dragon-04" training officially started.

Participating in the training included an air force aviation regiment, a Type 965 (Modern-class) destroyer, two Type 051 destroyers, four Type 022 missiles, two Type 041 attack submarines, and other surface support ships.

This configuration is already considered luxurious for a rabbit who is so poor that his pants are almost sold out in this era, but compared to that side, it is extremely shabby.

However, although the scale is small, the training subjects have not been reduced.

On the sea, on the flagship Type 956 destroyer, chief director Lin Changhai stared at the radar screen, his body shaking with the wind and waves.

The captain Chang Hanshan on the side sat leisurely on the captain's chair, and said slightly jokingly:

"Old Lin, I can't tell, you are an air force, and you don't get seasick?"

"I thought I could beat you up if I took the opportunity, but I didn't expect it."

Lin Changhai gave Chang Hanshan a blank look. Although there was a difference in military rank and position between the two, they were old comrades-in-arms who had known each other for more than 20 years, so this kind of joke was still acceptable.

He opened his mouth and answered:

"You know what a fart, our air force is also going to go to Deep Blue, tell you, when the aircraft carrier comes out, we will also be the first batch of carrier-based aircraft pilots, maybe the carrier-based aircraft commanders are all our people."

"Is it okay if I don't get used to it in advance? I can set an example. After all, I want to help you."

Hearing this, Chang Hanshan shook his head helplessly, and didn't care about Lin Changhai.

"How's the training situation? Some subjects are over, right?"

Lin Changhai frowned slightly, and replied:

"It's nothing special. It hasn't entered the confrontation drill yet. It's just some regular training subjects."

"Compared to the data they disclosed two days ago, the combat capabilities of our surface ships are really poor."

"Bad radar, bad missiles, even bad artillery."

"Look, we hit a 30-kilometer target, and it took 4 rounds to hit the target. The fire control efficiency is simply ridiculous!"

Hearing this, Chang Hanshan widened his eyes unhappily. He glanced at the latest report and said:

"You know that the navy can't do it, but your air force can do it by itself?"

"Look, J-8 III air-to-air training, PL-11 over-the-horizon missiles shot 4 out of 10!"

"This is still under the condition that there is no resistance at all on the other side-if the other side is a real enemy plane, can you fire a missile?"

After a moment of silence, Lin Changhai sighed and said:

"There is still a chance to penetrate the defense at high speed and reach the fighting distance."

"Bayonet fight? According to what you say, if I drive this 965 to the opponent's face, then we still have a chance."

"The problem is, people are not stupid..."

"I'm not stupid, let me be stupid. Stop talking nonsense, and immediately confront drills... Let's see how many J-22 can fight this time..."

While the two were talking, over the distant airport, Liu Chuanwu, driving his J-22 and Canglong 02 fighter jets, had already started the final departure circle.

"Tower, I've taken off and am ready to test the Lumber lens."

Liu Chuanwu said.

This latest version of the J-22 adopts the same telescopic Lunbo lens design as the F-117 of the year. The reason why there is such a design margin is mainly because a large number of new materials are used to reduce the weight of the aircraft. , there is redundant space.

"The radar signal is normal, turn off the Lumber lens."

"Understood, take back the Longbo lens."

It was at this moment that the J-22's signal suddenly disappeared in the control tower.

"Longbo lens is working normally, Canglong 02, you can start the training mission."

After receiving the reply from the tower, Liu Chuanwu immediately pulled up. As the altitude continued to rise, the fighter finally disappeared above the clouds, and the only thing that could show his existence was the radio contact with the tower.

On the sea in the distance, the attack group composed of three J-8 III squadrons formed a dense offensive formation under the guidance of Air Police-2000, and all the pilots were sweating.

Their goal is to find and shoot down the J-22 as much as possible.

But disturbingly, there was a constant silence on their radar screens.

"Air Police 2000, have you spotted the target?"

A pilot couldn't help asking.

"No, it probably hasn't flown over yet."

The voice of the Air Police 2000 was calm. On the screen of this latest early warning aircraft that took off but not yet equipped with a digital array radar, there was nothing but its own 9 fighters.

The radar monitor frowned, he was more sensitive to danger than the main and co-pilot.

According to the training plan, the J-22 had taken off for more than 20 minutes at this time, and under the condition of afterburner flight, it should have entered the radar monitoring range.

But the problem is, I can't see anything.

This is very wrong.

Normally, if a stealth fighter wants to launch an attack, the first target must be an early warning aircraft flying in the air.

And with the range of the opponent's weapon, when the opponent enters the attack range, his own radar can already detect the opponent.

This is actually the only winning point of my flying squadron: using an early warning aircraft as a bait, relying on a tight formation, quickly command all J-8 IIIs to break into the fighting distance after discovering the opponent, and use the high speed advantage to fight.

Even if there is a loss in the process, you can still fight for the chance to shoot down the opponent.

But it seems that the other party didn't play their cards according to common sense?

Is it going to name those J-81?

Thinking of this, the radar inspector immediately issued an order:

"All combat units gather formation as soon as possible, he should be coming, we."

"Drip, drop, drop!"

However, before he finished speaking, the siren sounded suddenly in the cabin, interrupting him.

For a moment, everyone's eyes widened.

What the heck. It's the alarm sound of the fire control radar lock!

What a joke! ?

Didn't even see the shadow, was locked by the fire control radar?

"Release the jammer! Quick!"

Following the captain's order, dozens of jammers were released.

These brightly shining aluminum foil strips drew a shocking shape in the air, and the Air Police 200 were like angels with wings spread.

The information-based ammunition that interfered with the radar echo spread all over the sky. After a few seconds, the sound of the fire control radar locking disappeared.

Everyone in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could react, the second wave of attacks had already launched!

And this time, they didn't even have time to fire the jammer.

Obviously, the opponent launched three missiles from the very beginning, pursuing a one-hit kill in a saturated situation!

"grass!"

The radar monitor cursed subconsciously, and then the voice of the tower came from his earphones.

"Air Police 2000, you have been shot down, please interrupt the information transmission and keep the accompanying flight alert."

Everyone in the cabin looked at each other and exchanged helpless glances.

"How the hell do you fight? They didn't enter our early warning range at all."

"Our radar has to be at least 90 kilometers away to detect stealth targets. The only thing we can see is missiles—but I heard that he doesn't use PL-12? Why is the range so far?"

"People use the PL-12 modification. The range is 130 kilometers, which is just stuck at the threshold of the detection distance of stealth units of most early warning aircraft."

"If there is no anti-obscure radar, any plane will be killed by him."

".Isn't this cheating?"

"It doesn't matter if you cheat, you beat us hard, and you beat the opponent even harder."

The training mission ended just after it started, and everyone on the Air Police 2000 relaxed. They happily listened to the news that the J-8 IIIs were being named one by one on the public radio channel. Without considering the amount of ammunition, 9 aircraft The J-8 IIIs were all shot down within two minutes.

During the process, none of the J-8s had the power to resist.

Although these excellent pilots are very adaptable and have even formulated a strategy of dispersing and breaking through to find the enemy at high speed, but their speed is fast, and the J-22 is even faster.

Therefore, the final result became a one-sided massacre surrounded by a group of people.

The battle ended quickly, the public channel was turned on, and the Longbo lens came out again. At this time, Air Police 2000 discovered that the ghostly J-22 was actually cruising at a distance less than 110 kilometers away from itself.

On board 965, Lin Changhai smiled triumphantly as he watched the latest battle report.

"Look, look! My plane, my plane!"

With a smile on the corner of Chang Hanshan's mouth, he shook his head helplessly.

Being able to achieve such a record shows that this fighter is really ridiculously strong.

Although it is always said that the navy and air force do not deal with it, it is only when the budget is robbed every year.

If it wasn't for these little redheads who pulled a novice six out to shoot promotional videos every day, how could I be impatient with them?

Seeing the great progress of the Air Force now, the only thought in his heart is admiration.

"A cow is a real cow. When it's our navy's turn to show off."

Hearing this, Lin Changhai smiled and replied:

"Don't worry, don't worry, we still have a J-20 project. When this project is almost finished, Chen Nian should go to Deep Blue 16 to report. Then it will be your navy's turn."

"That's what you said!"

Chang Hanshan nodded in satisfaction, and was about to say a few harsh words to Lin Changhai, such as "I regret not having a budget next year", but when his eyes subconsciously swept across the radar screen, he froze stiffly for an instant. In situ.

On Radar VSD, all units have lost altitude and speed information.

Only solitary bright spots are left flickering.

Moreover, on the blank screen around these bright spots, there are countless snowflakes flickering!

Chang Hanshan was startled suddenly, and he immediately picked up the radio receiver, but what came into his ears was only a noise.

"problem occurs!"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

And Lin Changhai on the side has also reacted, he stood up abruptly, and shouted loudly:

"Increase the communication power, the distance of the other party is still far, quickly find a way to burn through their electromagnetic suppression!"