"Haven't you found any trace of the Ydu people?" Nighthawk asked the army a little anxiously, it has been almost an hour, and the Y-degree fleet, which was supposed to be twenty nautical miles away, has disappeared.F22 fighters are searching in the nearby waters, but they don't even see the shadow of the opposing fleet.

"Captain, they seem to have suddenly disappeared from the sea, like ghosts, without any information." The military stab is also a bit inexplicable, and the radar suddenly lost the trace of the Y-degree fleet, which should not have happened.

But this qiē really happened, and the Ah San seemed to have played an acrobatic trick that they were best at, and even the huge fleet was gone. In the vast sea, I traveled through time and space, and I don't know where I went.

Now it's a race against time, and no matter who is late, it won't matter who is late. Nighthawk knew that he had encountered a master, and the commander of the opposing party must have cut off all radio equipment in order to escape radar detection. The F22 is also cruising in the air, looking for enemy tracks. But in another hour, the other party is likely to flee to the open sea. When the time comes, they will not have any right to pursue on the high seas, and the whole world will condemn this act.

"We must not let the three escape, otherwise they will haunt us endlessly." Nighthawk's fist slammed down: "Tell all the planes to take off immediately, spread a big net in a fan shape for me, and make sure to find their fleet, I don't believe they can really escape from the sea, that would be too insulting to us." "The fighters are urgently refueling, whether it is the advanced F22 or the F18, the F15 is all urgently taking off. Even the pilots on leave were recalled, and the commanders waved their fists, signaling the significance of the operation, and solemnly stating that the face of the Fuso pilots must not be lost, and they must find the location of the opposing fleet.

The Fuso people have the spirit of bushido, and after being insulted by the commander in person, they are eager to get back their insulted self-esteem, and of course it is the Y people who act as the vent of this desire. When the planes cover the sky, that's when the Fuso people's furiest rage burns out to sea.

Missiles were ready for launch at both fixed launch sites and mobile launchers, all the precision instruments were ringing non-stop, the technicians of the radar station gave up the luxury of having a good night's sleep, got up from the quilts and surrounded the instruments, and almost at the same moment, all military forces were focused on the sea. Everybody's going to get the damn Y Dusan and blow them to shreds.

In another military base, the planes of the Huaxia people also rushed into the air and joined the search army. More than 1,000 planes glided across the sky in the sky, which may be the largest air operation since World War II.

While the plane was looking for the whereabouts of the Y people, Zero was nervously listening to his subordinates' reports on combat preparations. His brow furrowed, listening to the chaotic but powerful reports in his ears, desperately calculating in his mind what his chances of success were.

His fleet had already sailed a long way and would be on the open sea in two hours. At that time, he could stand on Class A and greet the Fuso planes that followed, and thank them for sending him off the country. Even a glass of red wine is not indispensable, he is not only an iron-blooded soldier, but also a nobleman who can enjoy life.

Unfortunately, he found that his chances of winning were only one percent. This is still the best way to budget, and when the enemy is overwhelming with planes and missiles, the only one percent of that point is that he can escape in an escape boat.

But is that one percent chance, will the enemy be willing to give it to him? He didn't know, he could only close his eyes and wait. Only if the scales of fate tilt a little in his favor will it be possible for him to escape.

The Fuso people are racing against time, but he is racing against fate. If he doesn't win, he may have two hours or less left to live, and he will die in this sea, and finally become food for some of the people who use force.

He was not afraid of death, and as a soldier, he was ready to die on the battlefield on the day he put on his uniform on the first day. He still remembered the first person he had killed with his own hands, and he would never forget the horrified look in his eyes.

At first, he had nightmares all day long, but then he got used to it, and every time he saw those frightened eyes, he felt that he was actually very powerful. When others are afraid of their own majesty, that feeling is so refreshing.

But he had foreseen that when his last day came, his eyes would be like that. Just like the first person he killed, he ended his life in begging and pain, and in the end he didn't even have a person who sent flowers......

He slowly walked out of the command room, leaving all the busy senior officers in the control room. It was so noisy that his brain was about to explode. He needed to be quiet, quietly waiting for hope or the end to come.

There was a gust of wind in the face, the salty and wet sea breeze mixed with the smell of exhaust fumes and engine oil, and all kinds of boiling voices were noisy in Class A. Every aircraft engine was roaring wildly, and everyone was ready for battle. The sound of metal grinding could even be heard in the chamber.

There was an even more messy picture in front of me, as if the end of the world was coming, and everyone was praying. Zero is running out of breath, isn't there a place where the dying can mourn?

It's chaotic like a vegetable market, and even the well-trained special forces look panicked. It's the boundless sea, and it's medium-range missiles that they will use their guns for, who is not afraid.

Zero slowly climbed to the top, and the sea breeze violently lifted the hem of his clothes. His black face blended perfectly with the night, without a single gap. Zero slowly sat down, quietly looking at the sky. He folded his hands, and as a Buddhist, he achieved the last piety, and he silently began to pray before the sky came.

"Sir, it's the plane, the enemy plane is coming." The adjutant's frightened voice sounded behind him, and Zero didn't have to look back to know the big man's panicked appearance at the moment.

"How stupid, didn't I see it?" Zero stood up with a wry smile, and the planes of the Fuso people had begun to assemble towards this lonely fleet at sea from all directions. They must have received information from the reconnaissance plane, and at this moment all they could hear was the roar of the engine, which was the roar of death.

"Don't stand here stupidly, fight, fight. Fight before we are all killed. Zero yelled at the adjutant so loudly that he almost fell off the spiral ladder.

Only a few minutes later, all the forty or so planes on the Tigliatz took to the air, and the pilots knew that the situation had reached the most critical moment, and that either the enemy would die or we would die. They wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and the fierce Su-27 plane flew towards the encircled group.

The Su-27 was the most advanced aircraft of the last century in the Soviet Union, which was later sold to Huaxia. The clever Chinese people have been transformed to create an improved version of China's Su-27, that is, the Jian-10 aircraft.

If it is a second-generation fighter against a third-world country on the ground, these third-generation fighters have the status of absolute air supremacy. But in the face of the F22 Raptor fighter, the Su-27 is not just a cut off.

Soon, the pilots of Y Degree knew the gap between themselves and the Fuso people. The difference lies in the difference in the military quality and weapons of the two sides. When they had just locked onto the incoming F22 fighter jet, the opposing missile had successfully hit it from a long distance. The Su-27 was almost impossible to dodge in the air, let alone fight back.

His speed is not as fast as that of the F22, his braking performance is not as good as that of the F22, and his weapons and equipment are no longer of a grade. The former air supremacy is now a target, and Zero, sitting under the black clouds, looks at the plane that explodes like fireworks in the sky, as if it was a grand meteor shower, and the wreckage of the plane crashes into the boundless sea with a raging firelight.

The cruisers and missile destroyers also began to exert their might at this moment, and the heavy artillery fire turned the night into day. But these are like child's games for the highly maneuverable F22, and they have safely avoided the missile when it is far away. Then a fierce missile attack immediately knocked the old fleet into dice.

Only occasionally a few F15s or F16s fell from the sky, and the Fuso air force attacked like a wolf pack so that the Ydu people didn't even have room to fight back. They fired one missile, and immediately ten missiles would come. This wolf pack tactic is similar to the German wolf pack tactics at sea during World War II, and it is very useful for the aircraft carrier fleet that is backward and lonely.

The Dyriates was on fire, and there was not a single fighter on the first class, only a few helicopters that burned black iron emitted smoke. There were dead people everywhere, soldiers fleeing in panic everywhere. The whole fleet is finished.

Zero slowly stood up, and looked at it, the most powerful fleet of his proud Y degree had completely lost its combat effectiveness under the bombardment of thousands of planes, and several warships were sunk on the spot, and the rest could only go to the repair shop.

There was no hope for them, Zero slowly raised his head, the planes in the sky were retreating, and they were beginning to retreat just as they were about to complete their mission.

But before the Y people began to cheer that they had finally picked up a life, the dazzling light of the fire in the sky immediately plunged them into despair. Anyone who lives on a ship knows that it is a powerful missile, a missile that can destroy it.

Zero slowly closed his eyes, his end turned out to be so brilliant, it was enough to see that beauty.

The Thorn put down the radio and reported loudly to Nighthawk: "Captain, ten Tomahawk missiles have sunk the aircraft carrier fleet of the Y people, and they will sink in the trench forever, and they will never be able to climb up. Nighthawk drank tea and chuckled at the corner of his mouth: "Very good, I just want to let Ah San know that in this world, there are some things that they can never surpass." “