The night gradually closed, and under the dim skylight, an anti-submarine aircraft was circled lonely around the periphery of the Vikrant aircraft carrier battle group. Every member of the entire crew had an expression of facing a great enemy, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. This was because just now, sonar captured the signal of the Chinese submarine. Although the signal slipped away in a blink of an eye, this short moment was enough to put huge psychological pressure on every Indra Navy officer. Who knew where the red sea wolf in China was lurking, staring at the sea coldly, waiting for them to enter the death trap they arranged!

Every officer and soldier of the Vikrant aircraft carrier battle group was determined to die, but this did not mean that they were seeking death. The anti-submarine aircraft took off urgently, established a reference line and launched a pull-net search over and over again, and the submarine hunting also searched along the reference line, and rushed to the here to death. If they were sent to the bottom of the sea by the Chinese sea wolf before they even saw the enemy, they would die with peace of mind.

“······The target is lost, repeated, the target signal is lost…·····"

After another squandering work, the captain had no choice but to report to the flagship. After all, their anti-submarine aircraft were products from the 1960s, so it was not easy to focus on submarines from the 1980s.

The flagship ordered in an uncontroversial tone: "Revisiting this sea area, we must dig out those hateful Chinese submarines!"

The captain said tiredly: "Yes." He turned his head and ordered: "Re-crush this piece————" The term "sea area" has reached his lips, but he can't say it anyway, because he suddenly saw a fire meteor crossing the sky and heading straight for the anti-submarine aircraft!

It’s an air-to-air missile! The Chinese Navy Air Force is coming!

The anti-submarine aircraft with no air combat capability crashed into the world's top heavy carrier-based aircraft, and the result was only a tragedy. The sense of responsibility overwhelmed the fear of death. In the last ten seconds of his life, the captain yelled at the microphone: "China's carrier-based aircraft! There are 16 in total, and they are here----"

A huge explosion crashed into the eardrums of the officers in the command center. The rapid roar suddenly stopped. A ball of fire bloomed in the low altitude. The explosion light illuminated the sharp and almost ferocious figure of the serrated shark. They were two in groups, roaring against the sea at a low altitude of 160 meters. The airflow stirred by the high-speed flight blows away the sea water below, plowing straight and long marks on the sea surface, like a long sword with a flash of cold light.

The poor anti-submarine aircraft was just an appetizing dessert for these bloodthirsty serrated sharks. At the last moment, the pilot of the anti-submarine aircraft kicked out of the plane that was about to be disintegrated by the captain, and before he even opened the parachute, he saw a pillar of fire rushing up from the sea. It was a destroyer carrying out a periphery warning mission. It was hit by two shark-tooth supersonic anti-ship missiles. The superstructure turned into discus weighing several tons or even dozens of tons in a flash of lightning, and flew into the air.

Starting from the beginning, only seven of the more than 100 seafarers on the ship survived.

After receiving the final report of the anti-submarine aircraft, Lieutenant General Advani was calm as ever. He had expected this to happen. The reason was very simple: Indra Navy did not have early warning aircraft. Without early warning aircraft, the fleet's air defense system was a broken screen in front of the Chinese Navy aviation army. He could drill whatever he wanted and could not defend himself. The Chinese Navy did not have early warning aircraft, but they had early warning helicopters to replace it, and the powerful radar of the J-12c could also provide early warning to the fleet to a certain extent. If the Chinese Navy was compared to a one-eyed dragon, Indra Navy was blind. The blind man fought with the one-eyed dragon, and the one who suffered the loss was always blind. He knew it in his mind and ordered decisively: "Let all carrier-based aircraft fly and shoot down the invading enemy aircraft!"

"The air defense units of each ship are ready for air defense!"

"Go ahead at full speed and cover the missile boat assault!"

Orders were issued one after another, and the Sea Harrier vertical take-off and landing carrier-based aircraft was released as fast as possible, and moths rushed to the fire to face the coming serrated sharks. The fleet was filled with flashing lights in an instant, like fleeting meteors.

"Hehe, the movement is not slow. After all, it is a vertical take-off and landing machine, so you always have to take advantage of the reaction speed."

The squadron leader of the Sea Shark Squadron looked at the signals that appeared one after another dozen kilometers away, and praised it. The sea Harrier, a small problem, is always sick. Its take-off and landing is fast and convenient. Some pilots with superb skills can even successfully land it on the freighter. It is absolutely impossible to replace the serrated shark. There are seventeen sea Harriers in total. I am afraid that there are only one or two search and rescue helicopters left on the deck of the Vikrant? As soon as you try your best, A San seems to be trying his best. He smiled and ordered: "Start missiles and send them to the west!"

call out----

call out----

call out----

The Viper iii air combat missile, which had been preheated, was activated by the command, broke free from the harbor, and pulled out slender streams of light in the night sky, revealing its fangs, making a harsh whistle, and pounced on the target dozens of kilometers away. As soon as the Indra Naval Air Force formed a flight formation, he saw the air-to-air missiles coming through the air. There was no way, and he could only dodge in all directions. This extremely depressed feeling made every pilot feel an urge to vomit blood.

It's useless to vomit blood, and what should come is still coming. Every sea harrier used her energy to make a series of thrilling avoidance in the air, and took out all the unique skills she could take out. However, the damn viper still kept chasing her, and even the hot-flame bait didn't work! The radio channel was filled with noise, and angry curses, roars, and desperate screams, stirring up a pot of porridge.

"Damn it, it's still chasing me from behind!"

“I think I've got it off…

··”

"Wingman, wingman, be careful at four o'clock, it came around from there!"

"Hell, what kind of hell is this missile??"

"My fighter plane was injured. I had to parachute, and I had to parachute!"

"My wingman was shot down!"

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Several balls of fire flashed, and fire rains fell in the air. Four sea harriers were blown up in the air, turning into dazzling streams over the Indian Ocean. Before they could breathe, the second wave of missiles roared and killed them again. The wild boys of the Chinese Navy Aviation Army took the advantage of Viper missiles in range to the extreme. The Viper iii air-to-air missiles roared out, knocking one sea harriers into fluorescents that disappeared dozens of kilometers away. The helplessness of the sword being shorter than others makes people vomit blood. Indra Navy Aviation Army has quite good technology, but because the missile range is not as good as others, it is suppressed and hit as soon as it comes up. One after another

It had to bloom in the air. It was not difficult to imagine that all the Indra Air Force pilots were going crazy, their teeth were bitten and bleeding. Forget those who were shot, the ones who were not shot rushed towards the Sea Shark Squadron like bulls with red cloth. Only eight of them reached the range of their air-to-air missiles. There was nothing to be polite. While gritting their teeth, the air-to-air missiles smashed over with an ancient brain. Almost at the same time, the Viper ii air-to-air combat missiles also came over. Two groups of missiles roared past and rushed towards their own targets. If this wave of missiles could not solve their opponents, they would probably have a machin cannon duel.

The squadron leader had already had the lives of two Indra pilots on his hand. God knows how much hatred he can make two rounds of a series of rounds at such a long distance. At this time, the Viper iii hit a high rate at such a long distance. After all, it was an unfinished missile. But now, he was bitten by a sky flash air-to-air missile, and the alarm screamed constantly, causing a thin bead of sweat to emerge from his forehead. He skillfully drove the fighter jet to make a perfect break, stabbing into the sky, and there was a missile behind his butt. The J-12c made several consecutive operations.

A small flashing action attempted to confuse the difficult hanging boot ghost, but the missile was not fooled and staunchly bit behind and chased him. The squadron leader cursed, "Damn John Bull, why are you selling such an advanced missile in San? Do you want to destroy world peace? The missile is already very close. He gritted his teeth and pressed the button. A ball of bait was thrown out. The timing was just right. The exploded bait wrapped the missile inside. The missile lost its direction and exploded with anger and helplessness. The small fragments hit the fuselage and made a tingling sound.

The squadron leader changed from his climbing state and happened to see a fire rising from a J-12c, rolling and falling into the sea. This was the first loss they suffered since the war started, and it was the only one in this aircraft carrier war. Indra carrier-based squadron was shot down five of them in this unprecedented round of violent missile attacks, leaving only the last three.

The frame was trapped in a shark group to fight to the death. A string of machine cannon shells were flying in the sky like fireflies on summer nights, which was very beautiful. Unfortunately, the wild boys of the Sea Shark Squadron did not have many artistic cells. At least four J-12cs bit the two poor people. As the single-barrel rotating machine cannon barrels rotated rapidly, the 30 mm machine cannon shells lined up into long swords several hundred meters long, crossed and twisted. The two outer planes were thorned into pieces on the spot. The last one miraculously drilled out of the barrage, rolling continuously, and several rounds of shells were hit but failed to hit. However, its good luck ended here.

The death's claws grabbed it tightly, and a string of shells flew from a distance, hitting the cockpit cover with no accuracy. In the explosion, glass fragments mixed with the pilot's flesh and blood splashed out, and plasma gushed out from the torn body, smearing the cockpit. Everyone in the Sea Shark Squadron was stunned and looked at the squadron's fighter jets with extremely admiration. The admiration for him was like the water of the Yellow River surging... How much hatred is it that the machine cannon shells hit the enemy aircraft two thousand meters away? Is the boss's skills too good or is the luck of the San?

The last piece of aluminum fell gently, bringing an end to the short air battle. The Indra carrier-based aircraft squadron was wiped out, and one of the Sea Shark Squadrons was shot down. The battle loss ratio was 17 to 1, which was even more exaggerated than the Falkland air battle three years ago. At least in that air battle, the British Air Force had another fighter jet escaped, but this time it was completely destroyed.

The squadron leader issued a return order, and the victorious Sea Shark Squadron returned proudly. However, they would be back soon, and by then, it would be the turn of the USS Vikrant aircraft carrier to be in trouble.
Chapter completed!