Chapter 72 The ultimate skill (Part 2)

Seeing the relative positions of several groups of light spots on the radar screen, Captain Alexanderson's face became increasingly severe. In this room using air conditioning to control temperature, dense beads of sweat emerged from his forehead. After ten minutes, the American bomber group that appeared later was only 100 kilometers away from Stockholm. From the flight direction, this limited-scale aircraft group would not sweep across the Swedish capital city like the previous Allied bombers. In this way, even if they were attacked unexpectedly, the missile plane would fall to the outskirts of Stockholm at most - the captain and his partners didn't know that one of the American b-29 bombers was loaded with the world's deadliest bombs.

"Look, there are two more planes, are they ours?"

When a pair of faint spots of light appeared on the radar screen for the first time, the operator Griffin screamed softly. Only Alexanderson heard the phone content of the air defense command before, so he should naturally answer this question.

"Maybe...I think it should be!"

Alexanderson's uncertain tone shows that this situation is not in the notice from the Air Defense Command, but judging from the approximate locations of the two aircraft and the radar reflection area, it seems that the same jets as the Siren took off from Timro Airport. The communication headsets have not been taken off, and the captain directly held the microphone to adjust the frequency:

"The two newly taken off friends, this is the Jeffleluki radar warning station. Please answer when you hear it! Please answer when you hear it!"

To outsiders, in addition to the chirping noises in the headphones, there should be voices. However, Alexanderson's frowning expression could not tell his true mentality.

"Received that we have detected their exact location on the radar, about 120 kilometers behind you, following your trails, please pay attention to the latest situation."

After saying that, Alexanderson turned to his curious colleague and an operator who could only face the radar screen and wanted to know the identity of the new aircraft. After turning off the microphone, he said without pause: "It's our plane, to be precise, the new test aircraft of Saab. They are faster than the Black Ghost, so they are temporarily sent to carry out exploration missions, but their remote communication stations have always had some problems, and they can only be contacted by the Siren team through short-range communication."

"No wonder!" said operator Griffin. "The radar calculated that their speed was over 900 kilometers per hour, and I thought today was often dazzling!"

"They should be the rumored 'Thunderstorm' bombers that have been successfully tested! I just heard that their speed will be the fastest among bombers. I didn't expect that they are faster than single-seat jet fighters. It seems that the Ministry of Defense is going to sign a huge order again!" Shift officer Carlson said.

Lieutenant Stenman responded coldly: "The large-scale procurement of interceptor fighter jets is a need to defend the country. It is easy to understand. If bombers are purchased in large quantities, it is likely to be regarded as aggressive arms by neighboring countries. The Ministry of Defense will not make such a decision, not to mention that the 'Black Ghost' has prepaid for at least three years of Air Force procurement funds."

Seeing Carlson anxiously refuting, Alexanderson interrupted and said, "Hey, it's not the time to discuss this. Don't you think this 'flying monster' is particularly excited today?"

Since the Swedish army deployed the radar system, this elusive "flying monster" has been observed more than twenty times. Most of the time, they just flashed by on the radar screen, rarely more than a quarter of an hour. Therefore, when Scott's technical experts explained that this was meteorological interference, the Swedish military did not pursue it too much in the end. This time, it had been almost half an hour from its appearance, and its flight distance was more than 500 kilometers. If it was drawn with a stroke, its range of activity occupied nearly two-thirds of the circular screen. For "cloud static electricity", its activity was indeed too exciting.

"Yes, it is indeed unusual, but it has numbed our vigilance for a long time." Stenman turned his head and looked at the captain and said, "It is quite correct to suggest that the Air Defense Command send planes to explore."

Facing the sincere praise from his colleagues, Alexanderson was not happy at all. He raised his eyes and stared at the screen. The distance between the "Flying Monster" and the Allied Aircraft Group was getting closer and closer. It could be seen that it had slightly changed direction and was flying towards the tail of the Aircraft Group. The Siren Squad, which was chasing at a speed of 870 kilometers per hour, was still more than a hundred kilometers behind.

"Will it be attracted by the heat of the Allied bombers? What will happen next? Crashing the Allied bombers on our territory? It would be terrible if that is true!" Lieutenant Carlson guessed afterwards.

After a depressing silence, Alexanderson said helplessly: "We don't have time to do anything now."

"Maybe we can have the air defense command convey the situation to the allies, and even if nothing can be changed, it can prove afterward that we have made efforts and it is not within our control," Stenman said.

Alexanderson thought for a while: "This is a good advice."

After saying that, the captain handed the headphones and microphones for radio communication to Carlson. He staggered to the wired communication telephone and asked the air defense command from the communication transfer station. After connecting, he reported his identity as usual and explained the particularity of the situation. After waiting for a while, he talked to the manager. Then he reported the technical analysis of the radar station and the subjective judgment of the officers in extremely concise language, and did not receive a clear reply this time.

While Alexanderson and his companions were still trying to figure out the truth in the ignorant mist, on the two two-seater, twin-engine jet "bombers" that took off later, four former Third Reich Air Force pilots who remained in Sweden as Saab test pilots were already waiting for the arrival of a critical battle with a serious expression. The two aircraft did not establish close-range radio communications with each other, and the pilots could only use the limited communications in the aircraft to communicate in pairs.

On the leader's plane, the front pilot said: "The target is on those B-29s. The remote-controlled rockets can only shoot down at most two, and we are not allowed to launch machine gun attacks. What is the probability of success? The b-29 is equipped with more than ten machine guns and has no dead corners in all directions. I am really worried that the rockets will be intercepted by gun bullets. The shrapnel can do nothing to the shells of these thick-skinned monsters, and the four engines can still fly even if they lose three."

The operator, who looked handsome with an oxygen mask, replied: "So we have to start from their weakest position. I think we should attack their cockpit from the side and make sure to shoot down just by hitting it."

Due to the loud noise of the jet engine, the driver spoke loudly: "But the machine gun turret in the front reacted very quickly and had a dense firepower. It would be better to take a horizontal tail attack... It's just Hank, they are escorted by many fighter jets. Although there will be no direct exchange of fire, can our rockets pass through their gaps and hit the bomber in the center of the fleet?"

The operator answered him almost without thinking: "Using the x-4d operation principle, it is possible to turn off the acoustic fuze, depending on the field operation - I need enough observation distance, but if the target is detonated in the air, we will be vaporized together with the aircraft."

"Gasification? It sounds quite scary, but it shouldn't feel pain, right? Ahha! It's not bad!" the driver smiled.

"Yeah, that's good."

"If we fail, under the most forced circumstances, I think the disc pilot will also complete this combat goal through impact. Therefore, we don't have to have too much psychological burden. This is the first time that x-4d has participated in actual combat, and actual combat and experiments are always two concepts." The driver said.

"But if we succeed, the precious disc and operators don't have to sacrifice. This is very important, I know." The young operator responded in a mature manner.

The pilot thought for a while: "I think it will try its best to attract the attention of enemy pilots for us. Maybe all of the fighters will chase them by then, and our worries will not exist at all."

"I hope so!"

With two x-4d remote-controlled missiles weighing 60 kilograms each, the two-seat "Black Ghost" has a speed of 905 kilometers per hour, far exceeding the British meteor jet, and is only slightly slower than the 910 kilometers of the Soviet MiG-9 at its best. The distance of more than 200 kilometers at a considerable relative speed is only a dozen minutes. When the Allied bombing group appeared in sight, the driver loudly reminded his partner in the backseat: "Be careful! We have entered the combat area!"

The two two-seater "Black Ghosts" tacitly adjusted to become a diagonal dual-air combat formation. They each mounted a wire-guided wireless remote-controlled x-4d in a hidden position below the belly of the aircraft. With at least a few kilometers apart, this absolutely confidential configuration will not attract the attention of Allied pilots. At this moment, their eyes were attracted by the disc-shaped flying bodies. Even if they had heard of it before, most people had not witnessed this mysterious aircraft that seemed to violate the principle of aerodynamics. The eye-catching red five-star logo on the disc also made Allied pilots nervous.

Before the arrival of the two-seat "Black Ghost", two single-seat "Black Ghosts" painted in blue and gray and already painted with the Swedish Air Force logo had hovered around for a long time. Their appearance and obvious actions against the disc aircraft made Allied pilots relax their vigilance against the two-seat aircraft with similar appearances. Although there was never a chance to conduct actual drills, the tactical arrangement and rich combat experience kept these heavy-handed imperial elites unhesitated to carry out their operations - in the next few minutes, the disc continued to fly close to the Allied fleet with dazzling actions, and the advantageous "Bronco" fighter jets adjusted their positions to drive away and protect their bombers, while the single-seat "Black Ghost" took the opportunity to post them.

The near-alliance military aircraft group conducted visual detection, and then informed them to the companions who were mounted on the guided missile in the form of a communication code. When the preparations were completed quickly and orderly, the disk rushed behind two two-seater "black ghosts". When they flew to only three kilometers away from the Allied bombers, the disk suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the Allied aircraft group. Taking advantage of its close-range cover opportunity, the two "black ghosts" launched the missiles. At this time, there was a visual misleading, as if the two missiles were launched by the disk. Of course, if the American atomic bomb exploded in the sky, this tactic would lose its misleading meaning and simply evolved into an extremely evil event of "Soviet aircraft shooting down the Allied bombs, causing the airborne atomic bomb to explode in Sweden."

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Chapter completed!