The light of hope at sunrise casts Leifeng Pagoda onto the surface of the lake, and in a suite 300 meters underwater, Liu Zhen is awakened by a knock on the door.

"Knock knock." This is the fifth time.

The time was five forty-five.

"Got it." Ryu Zhen replied in a deep voice, slowly sat up from the bed, and rubbed his eyes.

After washing, she was surrounded by a group of agents in suits and sunglasses and walked around several corners, took the elevator down a few floors, and finally came to a large door, which said "War Room", after entering the door, in front of the six-meter-long conference table is a wall of LED screens, one green and one blue two middle-aged men in military uniforms sit on the left hand side, the first seat on the right hand sits a police uniform, and the remaining dozen seats are empty.

The epaulettes of the green military uniform are two stars, and the blue military uniform is one star.

Including Liu Zhen, who was in the main seat, there were only four people sitting, and the war room was extremely crowded and noisy, about thirty young men and women stood against the wall, young men and women in military uniforms walked back and forth to distribute stacks of documents to the four people, waitresses in white uniforms served the dragon well and custard buns of pure white porcelain cups for the four people, and some men in suits and sunglasses lowered their heads and pressed their headphones to speak softly.

The lieutenant general coughed twice, the war room was silent, the door was locked from the inside, and a waitress took out a stainless steel tray wrapped in red cloth and slowly walked past everyone, except for the four people sitting and a few soldiers, the rest took out various models of mobile phones and put them in.

Then a young officer at the door looked at his watch, flipped the switch, and it was pitch black.

In the dark, the large LED screen lit up with a blue light, and after flashing for dozens of seconds, a cement road surface appeared in the morning fog, and the right side of a bright screen was a green mountain, and the golden light of the early sun was reflected from the upper left corner through the spherical glass.

"Falcon Cave Three, the tower is called." The sound of snowflakes came from the speakers on the table.

"Dong San is here, please speak."

"Ready to slide out."

"Understood, ready to slide out."

The camera slowly moved, leaving only a patch of morning mist on the screen, and the humming murmur grew higher and higher, gradually turning into a cacophony that tore through time and space.

"Falcon Cave Three is ready, please take off."

"You can take off."

On the 3,200-meter-long Cocoon Bridge Airport, two J10 fighters accelerated and taxied one after the other, slowly pulling up at the end of the runway.

The two fighters did not go straight to the old TV tower in the southwest direction as expected, but turned due east and flew against the wind, with an elevation angle of 20 degrees to maintain a steady climb at 400 degrees per hour.

The throttle valve has been pushed to the top grid, the push back feeling and gravity are intertwined in the back of the head, the high-pitched chirp of the turbine engine is heard from the speaker, the camera trembles slightly, sometimes it shakes violently with the air current, and as the altitude increases, the morning fog gradually dissipates, so everyone's eyes are a round red sun where the blue sky and the horizontal plane meet, and a few shallow scratches on the spherical glass are injected with golden light.

The horizontal plane splits the lens, with progressive golden and turquoise blue above, and blue gray below, overflowing with a faint gray at the junction of heaven and earth.

"It's so pretty......" Behind Liu Zhen, several young female operators in suits sighed softly at the screen.

There was no tactical display in the pilot's helmet in front of the crowd, so it was just a pure image, without any fluorescent data or reticles, which made it easier for the audience in the Situation Room to be in deep space than the pilot.

Far away, in the clouds that birds can't reach, radio waves alternately sound.

"Falcon Three, Four, Number One."

Pilot No. 3 seemed a little nervous, and No. 4, as a wingman, said to him, "No. 4 received, communication is good, please speak."

"Height." The signal came from an iron bird in the clouds.

"4000, still climbing." Pilot No. 4 replied and looked at the No. 3 tail 20 meters in front of the left.

At this time, the two delta wing J10 were inhaled by the white light facing the sun, the instrument suddenly rotated, and the alarm sound came from all sides, and after two seconds, it returned to calm, and after the white light dissipated, the sun seemed to be farther away.

"Keep climbing to 15,000."

"Number four received, right number one."

"Speak."

"What's wrong with your throat today? It's a lot dumber than usual."

"I've got a cold."

It's okay to have a cold No. 1, but what's going on at 15,000? Could it be that the plan has changed? The ceiling is only 18,000, what is this for?

"Sure enough, there have been too many tasks lately," said Four, "and since our division commander directly commanded us, the tasks have become heavier and heavier."

"It's a helpless move," said One, "and the only ones left to contact are our group."

"No, isn't our Commander Xu going to be the commander of the light pole......" Number Four teased to himself.

"Spend more of your energy on tasks." Number Three said coldly to the wingman.

"Yes," Pilot No. 4 replied in a mischievous tone, still a little confused, "By the way, where's the little fat man?"

As an unmanned fighter, the J-37F is painted with silver stealth paint all over its body, and its aerodynamic appearance is close to that of the fifth-generation fighter J20, but because the fuselage is shorter and fatter than the J10, it has this nickname.

"Ahem," Pilot Three suddenly said in the headset, "Four, please say the flight number."

In order to avoid the nervousness of the pilots in front, the situation of high-level surveillance was often only told to one of the pilots, so such a relaxed conversation was heard by Liu Zhen, and there was a burst of laughter in the war room.

"Uh...... Where's the 2017 number?"

"It's 15,000, it's cruise mode at the moment, and we're still chasing it." No. 1 answer.

"What are you flying so high for?" The young No. 4 asked, it was obviously just a routine cruise, at least the order before going to bed was to take the little fat man around the sky tomorrow morning.

"Four, don't ask what you shouldn't." Three quickly ordered the wingman.

"Listen up, the mission code name is Sunrise, this mission is top secret, and it can only be opened after an altitude of 5,000 meters." On the radio, One's deep voice came unhurriedly.

"Top Secret?" The young pilot No. 4 immediately took a deep breath.

Such a voice also entered the war room, and the guardian of the red sweater looked at the two middle-aged men with serious faces on the left, then took a bite of the custard bag, took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, at least at this time, Liu Zhen covered up all the girlish atmosphere.

"One, we've reached 5,000 meters, please explain the mission." Number Three said.

"The target is the old TV station, the weapon used is the YJ-9K, and the projection method is vertical." Number One said word by word.

No. 3 frowned, it seemed that it was related to yesterday's zombie case, but he didn't ask, he was afraid that No. 4 would add twists and turns, so he hurriedly said, "The old TV station is so high, if you want to penetrate all the way to the basement, wouldn't it be better to use PL-16?"

"No, to blow it up completely, the PL-16 is too small, it can only be a vertical projection of the YJ-9K, accelerate to subsonic speed at high altitude so that the missile can continue to accelerate, and then it must leave the battlefield at supersonic speed." Number one explained.

"So it's over to the little fat man?" Number Four asked.

"Yes, we'll dive with it, but we'll roll with a 5-degree deflection angle."

The so-called roll, that is, the fuselage rolls sideways while bringing an upward angle of rise, and the fuselage will spin out a spring-like white spiral in the air, which is mostly only used in air performances, and is an evasive action that will be used in an emergency.

A deflection angle of 5 degrees is enough, but it is undoubtedly more dangerous to roll in the case of a rapid fall, not to mention the severe dizziness, there is also the danger of stall crashing, even if it is a canard wing layout, it takes skillful flying skills to get out of the stall.

Why such a dangerous maneuver?

"Roll? Why?" Even the number three is not immune to questions.

"The enemy has anti-aircraft weapons." Number One moistened his throat, looking a little hesitant.

What anti-aircraft weapons are ineffective even with thermal decoys, and can only be evaded by maneuvering?

"What is it?"

"Don't laugh, it's a bow and arrow."

Sitting in a fighter plane that costs hundreds of millions, he heard that the opponent was a bow and arrow, and he was not allowed to laugh.

Years of training and discipline had finally put up with the pilots, and the headphones fell into an awkward silence and the sound of swallowing saliva that made the young people in the Situation Room laugh.

"If you just laughed, let me out!" The lieutenant general slapped the table, and the room fell silent.

The corners of Liu Zhen's mouth didn't move at all, she just lightly pursed her mouth before Longjing, it was extremely comfortable for her stomach and lungs to be penetrated by such a tea fragrance in the morning, and she was worried that in the next hour, the four pilots would not be pierced by the orange bow and arrow.

"Number Three, we have reached 15,000, at six o'clock in you."

"See, don't speed up, let's do a somersault, 2017, please follow me." Number One said.

"Received in 2017." The sound of a machine without a tone came.

Thirty seconds later, three vertical white rings remained in deep space, and four delta-wing fighters under the rings held a small silver fighter on the left and right, wedge-shaped across the dark blue, leaving five white trails.

"Command center, falcon calls." Number One said.

The deep voice that came over the radio seemed to be filtered through a blind.

After Liu Zhen heard such a voice, he nodded to the middle-aged man in the blue military uniform.

The Air Force Major General took the black communicator handed by his assistant, dialed the antenna, and said, "Speak."

"Falcon in position, 2017 in place, code name Sunrise, please order."

"Begin." The Air Force Major General said to the black box in his hand, and then returned it to his assistant.

"Roger, start diving."

Through the large screen directly in front of them, everyone saw no longer the blue sky and silver fighters, but the green and gray city under the sparse clouds, and the dense roofs transmitted golden light, and from a distance it looked like a gray circuit board.

The small silver fighter did not yet have a roll program, and it pierced in a straight line with great speed, quickly shrinking to the size of a piece of paper. Under the firmament, from top to bottom is a white line and four spirals.

Through the vivid real-time images of the large screen, the city is constantly rotating clockwise, and everyone is brought into a rapidly stretched vertigo, which feels like a roller coaster about to fall, the ground is constantly rotating, approaching and expanding, and the hair seems to be grabbed and tightened, and behind Liu Zhen, several young female operators instinctively bend their bodies, cover their mouths and close their eyes, their legs are weak, and they almost vomit.

「10000。」 Number One said calmly.

「8000。」 Number One continued.

"Request for Secession 2...... I'm sorry! I'm dizzy."

"Number two detached, number one, three, and four continued, 6000." Number One continued.

"Didi, Didi!" The alarm sounded suddenly.

"Unknown heat is coming!"

An orange light covered the screen, and everyone was so stabbed that they couldn't open their eyes.

"Boom!" With a bang, the small silver fighter in front of him exploded into the air, and the chaotic flames, silver shell fragments, and parts whizzed by.

The only remaining combat power is three J10s, and the watch speed has passed subsonic speed by this time.

"Three, four, attack!" Number one ordered.

"Eagle Strike, Launch!" Two young pilots shouted at the same time.

Two white missiles stabbed out of their shells with tail flames, smashing straight into the building like two nails.

The orange lightning pierced the sky, and the two missiles were torn to pieces, blasting two salutes in the air.

"Mission continues, height 4000." Number One said.

"It's Mach 1, it's too late if you don't pull it up!" At this moment, the shouts of the Four were heard.

Not to mention the vertigo of rapid falling and rolling, if the speed is increased again, the large radius of rotation will inevitably have the risk of grazing against tall buildings, and more importantly, such a large twist will be pulled off no matter how you operate the wing.

"Number three, number four separate, number one continues, height 2000." Number One said in a deep voice.

Two delta-wing fighters unscrewed from both sides, leaving two arc-shaped trails over the buildings, like a huge herringbone.

The screen in the Situation Room follows Three, transforming into a skyline low in the sky, with tall buildings staggered to the ground in the early sun. No. 3 quickly raised its front wings, unfolded its flaps and airbrakes, and the white air flow wrapped the fighter into a ball, and after the white fog cleared, everyone saw the No. 1 fighter that was rapidly falling and spinning.

"One, what are you doing?!" Number Three shouted.

"Attacking in a straight line is ineffective, only to continue maneuvering." Number One replied, and he paused and continued, "Number Three, the results will be confirmed to you."

At this time, in the war room, the large screen switched to the cockpit perspective of No. 1, No. 1 did not repeat it, but endured vertigo and firmly locked his eyes on the rotating iron tower, and the flight helmet swayed up and down with the air current.

"Didi, Didi!" The alarm sound seems to be about to puncture the eardrum.

An orange light flashed.

"Number One!" Number Three shouted.

The vertical upward orange arrow grazed the slightly deflected iron bird, sending an orange scorch on the vertical tail before slashing into the deep blue sky.

At an altitude of 1,000 meters, the delta wing stopped rolling and desperately plunged down towards the TV tower.

"Eagle Strike, Launch!"

With the thin sound cone in the tail, the J-10 spat out a flame under the delta wing.

"Boom, boom!"

The 30-story TV station was pierced by flames from top to bottom, turning into powder intertwined with flames and cement like a porcelain vase falling to the ground. The iron tower on the roof of the building then collapsed into a charred black.

A ray of golden light from the sunrise flashed on the delta wing, which was particularly dazzling.

"Codename Sunrise, mission complete, please confirm."

On the big screen in the war room, a middle-aged face took off his flight helmet and oxygen mask, smiled and saluted the camera, and then was engulfed in a white light, and the screen turned into snowflakes.

"Captain Xu!" The Air Force division commander stood up sharply.

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It was seven o'clock, and on Sunday, the city of Chantang came back to life under the early sun, the breakfast shops on the street were steaming hot, the buses stopped in front of the zebra crossing and waited for the strollers to pass by, the young woman was holding Teddy and the golden retriever man in the park and laughing, and the pregnant woman in pink clothes stood on the bridge with her waist propped up, watching the old man by the river do tai chi.