The golden dragon grunted as he reluctantly walked towards the tall trees.

"Oh, oh, well, I'm a lumberjack again! These damn woods! ”

Finally, when he had the opportunity to come out and let off steam, he had to deal with these trees, and the good mood of the gold coin became very bad, and he rushed to the edge of the forest violently, and the dragon wings with sharp cold light on the edge flew quickly, and a tall coconut tree fell down, and then another plantain was directly twisted to pieces.

Boom, the forest rang out, and when Lin Mo stopped it, the minions and blades of this guy's divine weapons were like knives cutting tofu, effortlessly clearing an open space the size of a football field.

These tree trunks cut down are not useless, and a rough and bulky but extremely strong wall was built around the J-18 "Red Eagle" fighter, and a small shack was built against the wall by the way.

When Lin Mo and the gold coin finished these tasks, the rain as big as soybeans fell like an overwhelming slammer, the waves around the islands and reefs rolled, and the snow-white sand beaches were swallowed by the rising waters, and the islands and reefs were like a flat boat in the vast ocean, as if they would capsize at any time.

In the middle of the stormy black clouds, lightning like tree forks exploded with thunderous fury, and the connection continued to slash down.

With a loud bang, a thick lightning bolt slashed down on the reef, and the blue-white lightning illuminated the entire island, and when it was about to touch the silver-gray fighter in the center of the island, it suddenly tilted for no reason, and deflected to a slender and long, about ten meters high metal pole on the side.

The needle-like top of the rod is glowing. The powerful electric current went straight into the earth and disappeared. You can smell the faint smell of ozone after ionization in the air.

This is a lightning rod evolved from the Golden Dragon, which is distributed around the fighter jet.

If not. Lin Mo will not allow it to become the size of a puppy, and huddle in a triangular shack with himself, this foodie is definitely Raiden's favorite, if there are no lightning rods, I am afraid that in a few minutes, this thing will be split to the ground and unable to move, and even the dragon knight will be affected by the pond fish.

Outside, raindrops weave into a waterfall that hits the thick layers of plantain and palm fronds on the ground, and these large tropical foliage keep out all the rain for the shack. No matter how fierce the wind and rain are outside, the wind and waves are still calm inside, and not even a little rain has seeped in.

Although the ground was a little wet, Lin Mo had successfully lit a fire pit and warmed the entire small shack.

He also continued to use the saw disc evolved from gold coins to cut a piece of log into planks, and through the mortise and tenon structure, he spliced a bed nearly half a meter above the ground, which was the bed he spent the night on the island.

Broth was boiling in a pot on the fire, and the pilot's life-saving standard ration included dehydrated vegetables in addition to canned meat, and of course, some fruit that Limmer had found on the island. The most common plantain and coconut, piled in a small pile in the corner.

Three balls of light the size of ping-pong balls floated on the top of the shack, emitting an extremely soft light, illuminating the entire shack transparently.

This is a very low-cost magical apprentice-level illumination. Lin Mo can light up the entire island and reef in one go, and hold on until dawn.

Even if it was stormy outside, the inside of the shack seemed to have become a little paradise for dragon knights to be comfortable with.

A storm with thunder and lightning interfered with the communication system. When Lin Mo temporarily lost contact with China, it was not only the Chinese side that was in a hurry. Even Americans and Spaniards are equally restless.

The disappearance of a fourth-generation prototype is a small matter, and the arrival of an F/AXX alone is enough to cover all the losses. And it can make a lot of money, but the disappearance of a strategic-level pilot is enough to make the Chinese side feel pain.

It seems that more than that, even the relevant departments are starting to get anxious.

"Haven't been able to contact the 'Dragon Knight'?"

The Chinese command of this operation became directly responsible, in addition to arranging the handover and transfer of "important cargo" on the one hand, and on the other hand, it also made every effort to mobilize the resources at hand to confirm the location of the pilot.

In just a few hours, they received inquiries from their superiors and other departments with higher authority.

"Before he could be contacted, a thunderstorm caused a communication outage, and we could only confirm that the fighter had landed safely on a small island."

Although the final landing location of the J-18 "Red Eagle" was confirmed, a violent storm blocked the tracking of communication satellites and optical satellites.

No one knows if this small reef will be safe in the storm, or in rough seas, and sometimes the huge waves can even easily swallow the island.

When the actual situation cannot be observed, no one dares to jump to conclusions.

"How is the plan for applying for a synthetic aperture remote sensing satellite and finding a way to do an in-depth scan of that island and reef?"

The commander of the operation had to devote most of his energy to dealing with the pilot who had lost contact, and it is no wonder that the superiors attach so much importance to the strategic pilots who can carry nuclear weapons into the air, and there are only a few in the country, and the absence of one will make the air force feel broken.

"Pakistan's two Il-78 air tankers will not be ready for launch until noon tomorrow, but there is a high probability that they will be intercepted and tracked by the Americans and Spaniards, and more than 600 nautical miles from that reef there is a fleet of our merchant ships escorting operations, including two cruisers, four destroyers and one supply ship."

The technical officer in charge of the information immediately called up the relevant information using the authority of the command.

"Inform the Military Commission, apply for the assistance of the Navy, and send a cruiser to supply support, and the fuel used in the turboshaft engine of the carrier-based helicopter can also be used for the turbofan engine of the 'Red Eagle', as long as it can hold out to Karachi, the people and fighters will be safe."

"Yes!"

In the midst of a storm in the central waters of the Arabian Sea, thousands of miles away, rescue operations around the islands and reefs were rapidly launched.

At the Aludeid Air Base, 35 kilometers southwest of Doha, the capital of Qatar, four F22 "Raptor" fighters belonging to the US military formed two twin aircraft formations and completed an efficient group landing.

"The 'Jack of Spades' finished its return, the storm was so violent that we couldn't see anything under the clouds, it was like hell, it wasn't suitable for flying at all, it was possible that the fighter plane had fallen, and of course, maybe there was an air base on one of the islands."

"Roger, man, have a good night's rest, there's a take-off mission tomorrow morning, and we're going to work overtime."

The tower communications officer reported to F22 "Raptor" squadron leader Elton Brown. William gave advance notice of tomorrow's flight mission.

"Well, that's a needle in a haystack!"

"That's right, may God bless us as soon as we find our goal."

"The sea with no view of the horizon is almost making me visually tired, and I wish I had a long vacation."

The pilots in the cockpit of several other "Raptor" planes took the opportunity to complain that it was better to simply fight a battle than to make a cameo appearance as a reconnaissance plane.

"A bunch of slackers! There will be a holiday, but now give me dinner, don't go anywhere after the meal, go to bed immediately, I hope you are in a good state tomorrow. ”

The operational commander of the base, Major General Jonathan, plugged in the communication channel, and the four fighters were suddenly silent.

The commander's most powerful killer weapon was not confinement, nor any form of corporal punishment, but a cold bench, which was unacceptable to any pilot who longed for the sky.

The "Prince of Asturias" aircraft carrier group in the waters of the Gulf of Aden is advancing at full speed towards the Arabian Sea, and the pilots of the remaining eight AV8B "Matador" carrier-based aircraft are gritting their teeth and preparing to avenge their comrades.

It's just that the central figure of the storm, who was about to start a confrontation between the various forces, was wrapped in a blanket and lay on the wooden bed he had made himself, smelling the fragrance of wood, and slept very peacefully.

When Lin Mo was awakened by the crisp sound of birds, the storm had already ended in an unknown time, and the golden sun was sprinkled unhindered.

Lin Mo, who opened his eyes, noticed that the position of the communication module of the collar of the "Dragon General" tactical armor placed next to the bed was flashing into the faint blue light, and in order to get a good night's sleep, he switched to the result of mute mode.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and turned on the signal.

It's just that the call request has been automatically switched to a message, which is the ground command of this operation, and the other party seems to have tried to connect to Lin Mo's communication module more than once, wanting to make sure of his safety.

Got a secure text message back.

Lin Mo began to prepare his breakfast, wild fruits, bird eggs, and shellfish and fish from the seaside, which would provide him with a lot of protein and calories.

The lightning rod inserted near the fighter had long since disappeared, and after the stingy gold coin saw that the rain had cleared, he decisively withdrew the few metal rods that had been used to guide the mines.

When he was about to collect some natural ingredients on the beach, Lin Mo suddenly stopped, and he had been levitating one of the three rounds of light mirror techniques around him, and an unusual picture was coming.

An aerodynamic flat, twin-engine, wing-body integrated fighter jet without a tail is passing over the sea 100 kilometers away.

Is it "Adam"?

It's really ghostly, and he came to take revenge so quickly.

Lin Mo shouted into the coconut grove behind him: "Gold coins, find more leaves, camouflage the fighter plane, 'Adam' has sent a sixth-generation aircraft to find a field." ”

He didn't expect that the first person to find himself was not his own person, but the sixth-generation fighter controlled by the intelligent core system.

Unbeknownst to the Dragon Knight, at least four forces were now searching for his location. (To be continued.) )