Spark

At the same time, on the sea surface, 4 fake EA-6B planes were escorted by two J-8 III fighter jets, and each began to return home.

The communication signal on the plane has been restored, but at this moment, no one is saying a word except for the absolutely necessary communication of instructions.

These members have been frightened by the Wraith fighter plane, and even quickly developed PTSD. As soon as they got on the plane, the radar alarm buzzed in their minds, and their fingers involuntarily stretched toward the button to release the jamming bomb.

But what's ridiculous is that those people don't know what they did. Most of the operating systems on the plane have failed. Only the most basic avionics are still running, which can barely support them to fly back to the base.

If they knew that the plane they were flying had been dismantled and reassembled, they probably wouldn't even get on the plane if they were killed.

But the good news is that the airport has kindly filled them up with fuel, which is enough to support them to fly back to the base.

Thinking of this, Burke, the pilot of EA-6B, couldn't help feeling a little moved.

But it took only a moment for him to react.

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shit, what's so exciting about this?

Isn't this the way it should be done? ?

It's over, not only PDST, but also himself suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.

After I go back, I must find a psychiatrist to take a good look at it, otherwise I will hold it in my heart, and I am afraid that this shadow will accompany me for the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, EA-6B had already flown 200 kilometers away from the coastline, and the accompanying J-8 III had returned after saying hello, and he finally relaxed a little.

Looking at the co-pilot Johnson sitting on the side, he said with lingering fear:

"I finally know why the rewards for this mission are so generous, two weeks of vacation"

"Son of a bitch, two weeks of vacation will kill us, the master above is really not human!"

Hearing his words, Johnson shook his head helplessly, and replied:

"Then what can I do? In fact, I expected danger from the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous."

"That plane was really scary, we couldn't even touch his shadow."

"If it was an actual battle, I'm afraid we would have been blown to pieces in the air."

"I'm very suspicious, where did they get the technology? Could it really be aliens?"

"Alien fart!"

Burke cursed and went on:

"I heard it was copied from our F-22 design, but obviously they copied it better than we did."

"I don't know what's going on at the turret. Our own planes haven't entered service yet, but the counterfeit planes have driven us away."

"But what can we do then? From now on, we probably can only stay away from this sea."

Johnson sighed and said nothing, just nodded in agreement.

He absolutely didn't want to go through this kind of thing again.

Whoever wants to come here in the future, no matter if it is a two-week, two-month, or two-year vacation, he will never point the plane's course at that sea again, not even for a second!

Who knows if there will be an invisible hunter above his head, looking at him eagerly to attack him?

Take your life for a vacation?

Then you have to die.

Thinking of this, Johnson suddenly shivered.

He asked:

"You said, that J-22 is still following us, right?"

As soon as he said this, Burke, who had already relaxed, suddenly froze in place.

He turned to look at Johnson and stammered:

"Probably not. They have no reason to do so."

"We have already left, the problems have been solved, why should they follow us?"

"It's impossible for us to do anything threatening anymore. The electronic pod was dismantled in such a mess that it couldn't even be used. I doubt if they removed all the equipment and left us with an empty shell."

".It's possible. But at least it's a good thing."

"You know, people who have their guns handed over on the battlefield will generally not be attacked."

Hearing Johnson's answer, Burke finally found a sliver of comfort, but then, he suddenly realized a serious problem:

The electronic pod is disassembled, what about the other devices?

"Check the landing gear! They won't break our landing gear, will they?"

He spoke nervously.

Johnson on the side was also tense, and he immediately started the self-inspection procedure, and finally heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem with the landing gear.

"Landing gear is fine, communication with the ground is fine - we should be able to land safely."

"What we should be more worried about is what will happen after landing. Kant will not let us go if such a big thing happens."

"I don't even want to fly back to the aircraft carrier. Burke, why don't we fly directly to the base? Land there, at least we can be with the other brothers."

"Unless you want to go to court-martial."

Burke said coldly.

In fact, for a moment, he thought the same as Johnson.

Of the four EA-6Bs, only they belong to the carrier-based air wing of the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier fleet. As the main command of this operation, they bear greater responsibilities than the other three aircraft.

Once it lands on an aircraft carrier, punishment will be inevitable

Looking at the approaching aircraft carrier displayed on the radar screen, Burke frowned and held the joystick.

Ready to land.

No matter what the result is, he must face it.

"Contact the tower and let them guide the landing."

Burke said listlessly.

Johnson nodded, turned on the radio communication, and began to confirm the landing details with the tower.

At this time, they could already see the huge ship on the sea. Under the red sunset, the dark deck seemed to be a huge sea reef.

The altitude continued to decrease, the guidance signal light came on, Burke slightly pushed the joystick, and the "incomplete" EA-6B began to descend slowly.

The landing gear opened smoothly without any issues.

The engine propeller speed began to slow and the aircraft entered a glide attitude.

Finally going home.

Burke's heart started beating again.

Everything is coming to an end, after this vacation, I have to seriously consider the issue of retirement.

With that in mind, EA-6B continued to descend, but just as he was about to enter the decision altitude, a strange call suddenly came from the public channel.

Burke's heart tightened, he subconsciously pulled the joystick, and at this moment, a voice was heard simultaneously on the public channels of all the radios of the entire Nimitz aircraft carrier fleet.

"Hello, goodbye."

"shit!!!"

Burke was shocked, and he suddenly realized that he had made an absolutely unforgivable mistake.

That ghost followed him for no reason!

Yes, an EA-6B whose jamming pod has been destroyed will definitely not be the target, but what if it is an aircraft carrier formation? !

Discovery and destruction, this is the death spot of an aircraft carrier.

Even in joint exercises, the exact location of the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier has never been truly exposed.

But now I actually attracted it!

The location is exposed.

For the first time ever, the formation was pinpointed during the mission.

But what the other party used was an extremely simple method.

That is, follow along.

It's over.

It's all over.

If necessary, the opponent can launch land-based anti-ship missiles immediately.

Under the saturation attack, how many minutes can this formation, which has not entered combat readiness at all, last? ?

There was a look of despair on his face, but in the next second, as the call came again from the public channel, his already cold heart was completely frozen into a solid piece of ice.

"EA-6B, your tailhook is broken."

"Fly back to Kadena."

"Shall I give you a ride?"

At this moment, Burke suddenly understood what the full tank of gas was for.