Chapter 280 Section 279 - Strike First to Gain the Advantage

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the aircrew bases located in the xingdu kush mountain area were not far from each other, with overlapping patrol radii intentionally planned that way by the blue star global united defense committee. in case of an emergency, if one aircrew base couldn't handle it, nearby bases could timely provide support. in fact, such planning had proven to be correct, as aircrew base 911 had once faced such a critical situation. "i'm 'rookie' from aircrew base 911, over!" chen fei glanced at the radar screen signal capture. it was a mig-28 double formation, military aircraft contractor's weapon for air control, considered high-end merchandise. of course, it still couldn't compare to chen fei's f-22 "raptor" fighter jet. "we are from aircrew base 909, 'wufeng' and 'tingyu', i'm the lead aircraft 'wufeng'!" "i'm the wingman 'tingyu'!" the self-introductions of two pilots from a military contractor's dedicated public communication channel came one after another, remembering the call signs of pilots from other nearby aircrew bases is a basic professional quality, and also a form of courtesy. if someone reports a call sign you've never heard of, you'd better be extra watchful. to fabricate on flight call signs is most likely ill-intentioned, and could even be malicious, possibly indicating an enemy. chen fei compared the electronic map and the location of those two mig-28s, then said, "hey, buddy, you've crossed the line!" no sooner had he spoken than he heard a transmission from the control tower at aircrew base 911. "'rookie', the two migs from aircrew base 909 have passed the buffer zone, please keep an eye on them." the normal patrol radius of an aircrew base is 500 kilometers, with the outermost 50 kilometers usually serving as a buffer zone overlapping with other aircrew bases for joint defense. after all, aircraft can cover a dozen kilometers in the blink of an eye with afterburners, so occasionally exceeding the patrol radius is a common occurrence. but this time, the two mig jets from aircrew base 909 had already penetrated into the 450-kilometer radius of aircrew base 911, with a direct distance of less than 420 kilometers from aircrew base 911, a range that was continuing to shrink. chen fei's f-22 happened to be nearby, so he was conveniently assigned to go there and warn them not to stray too far in. after the enterprise war between aircrew base 911 and merman brothers consortium had ended, the severely damaged aircrew base 909 was quickly sold off, and with a sum of cash obtained from the deal, merman brothers consortium made a comeback. the military contractor that took over aircrew base 909 was ambitious, daring to cross the boundary with just two mig aircraft, apparently showing no respect for the local 'snakes', aircrew base 911 and jiu defense company—it was clearly up to no good. "'rookie' received, have warned the other party." chen fei responded, it seemed his reminder was quite timely. "buddy, you must be mistaken?" the speaker was "wufeng", the wingman from the mig squadron. "you are less than 400 kilometers away from our base, please turn back and return to your base!" chen fei patiently reminded the other party while gently pushing the joystick forward, approaching the mig squadron. an error between 450 and 500 kilometers is understandable, but a deviation to 400 kilometers, not even the farm team's donkey would dare to stray that far! however, "wufeng", the mig squadron leader from aircrew base 909, insisted, "impossible, we are still within our normal patrol radius!" "turn within ten seconds, otherwise it will be considered a declaration of war from your side!" mahnam connected with the leader of the ammunition crew. "no!" "no?" "i guarantee it!" the ammunition crew leader confirmed repeatedly without hesitation. the ammunition log was in his hands; he clearly knew whether the f-22 was loaded with ammo or not. forget missiles; there wasn't even a single round of cannon ammunition. "fuck!" mahnam punched the worktable. the "rookie" had some nerve, quite extraordinarily so. the f-22 "raptor" jet fighter, on its maiden flight, wasn't carrying any weapons or ammunition, yet he brazenly charged ahead without regard, something most people would never dare to do. mahnam quickly came up with a strategy and, pressing down on his headset, swiftly issued instructions. "'genuine fragrance' squadron, major chekhov, take off immediately in the mig-28 to support 'rookie.' everyone else stay ready in your aircraft and prepare to take off at any moment." with boss hana absent, the rotating duty managers held the most power. they were to be restrained in negotiation and merciless in combat, having been given the utmost trust and support by the boss. the piercing alarm rang throughout aircrew base 911; the war machine was fully activated, and everyone from various departments entered a state of readiness. squadron leader chekhov flew into the sky in a mig-28 loaded with ammunition, under the wings a full complement of air-to-air missiles. in no more than 20 minutes, he could reach the incident airspace. "'rookie,' leave one for me!" chekhov opened the public communication channel and shouted excitedly. watch as chekhov slays enemy aircraft while enjoying his wine. recently bored out of his mind, with not a mutant or magical beast in sight, he was thrilled at the prospect of an opponent voluntarily seeking defeat, feeling a sense of inexplicable joy as if facing the sea with spring blossoms. perhaps this was the ultimate satisfaction in life, akin to a cat eating fish, a dog eating meat, or ultraman fighting little monsters. chekhov wasn't worried about chen fei's fighting ability. for a pilot who had survived corporate warfare, a mere two mig-28s were nothing. even if chen fei had been flying a "big mouth monster" turboprop, it was not guaranteed he would be at a disadvantage. moreover, this guy was now flying the fierce f-22 "raptor." just based on aircraft performance alone, it could easily blow the mig-28 out of the water; the two fighter jets weren't even from the same generation, the difference was a full two generations. when wingman pilot "tingyu," who had exceptional eyesight, finally saw the "silvery glint" rapidly growing larger and clearer as it neared, he cried out in disbelief. "that's not a mig!" "nor is it a 'big mouth monster'!" added lead pilot "wufeng" in confusion; he shivered suddenly, came to his senses, and screamed, "fire!" your next chapter is on empire it wasn't a mig nor "big mouth monster," so what did it matter what it was? for their own safety, it was better to strike first. the fire control radar locked onto the target immediately, and four missiles trailing smoke detached from the mig-28s' wing pylons, heading straight for the unidentified aircraft approaching head-on. -

Chapter 280 Section 279 - Strike First to Gain the Advantage

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