At the same time, on the sea, 4 fake EA-6B aircraft were escorted by two J-8III fighters and began to return home.

The communication signal on the plane has been restored, but at this moment, no one has said a word except for the absolutely necessary communication of commands.

These members were so frightened by the ghost fighter that they quickly formed a PTSD, and as soon as they got on the plane, the radar alarm buzzed in their heads, and their fingers involuntarily stretched to the button that released the jamming bomb.

But the outrageous thing is that the gang didn't know what they were doing, most of the operating systems on the plane were all out of order, and only the most basic avionics were still running, barely enough to support them to fly back to base.

If they knew that the plane they were flying had been dismantled and reinstalled, they probably wouldn't have gotten on the plane even if they were killed.

But the good news is that the airport has kindly filled them with fuel, which is enough to support them to fly back to base.

Thinking of this, Burke, the driver of the EA-6B, couldn't help but be a little moved.

But it was only for a split second that he reacted.

——

Shit, what's so touching about this?

Isn't that what should be done??

It's over, not only PDST, but even others have Stockholm syndrome.

When you go back, you must find a psychiatrist to take a good look, otherwise you will hold it in your heart like this, and I am afraid that this shadow will accompany you for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the EA-6B had flown 200 kilometers out of the coastline, and the J-8 III, which accompanied the flight, had also returned after saying hello, and his mood finally relaxed a little.

Looking at the co-pilot Johnson sitting on the side, he said with palpitations:

"I finally know why this mission is so rewarding, two weeks of vacation"

"Raised by a son of a bitch, she wants our lives on a two-week vacation, and the lord above is really not human!"

Hearing his words, Johnson shook his head helplessly and replied:

"What's the solution? Actually, I expected it to be dangerous at the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous. ”

"That plane was so horrible that we couldn't even touch his shadow."

"If it was a real battle, I'm afraid we would have been blown to pieces in the air a long time ago."

"I wonder where they got the technology, if it's really aliens?"

"Alien!"

Burke cursed and continued:

"I heard that it was a copy of our F-22 design, but it was clear that they copied it even better than we did."

"I don't know what the corner tower is doing, our own planes haven't been put into service yet, and the other party's imitation planes have already driven us away."

"But what can be done? In the future, we will probably have to stay away from this sea."

Johnson sighed and didn't speak, just nodded approvingly.

He definitely didn't want to go through this kind of thing a second time.

Whoever wants to come in the future, whether it is a two-week, two-month, or two-year vacation, he will never aim the plane at that sea again, not even for a second!

Who knows if there will be an invisible hunter above your head, eyeing you to attack you?

Swapping your life for a vacation?

Then you have to die.

Thinking of this, Johnson suddenly shuddered.

He asked:

"You say, that J-22 won't still be following us until now, right?"

As soon as these words were asked, Burke, who had already relaxed, suddenly stiffened in place.

He turned to look at Johnson and stammered:

"Probably not, they have no reason to do that."

"We're all gone, the problem is solved, why are they following us?"

"There's no way we're going to do anything threatening, the electronic pod is a mess and we can't even use it, and I doubt they've removed all the equipment and left us with an empty shell."

Possibly. But that's at least a good thing. ”

"You know, people who have guns seized on the battlefield are generally not attacked."

Hearing Johnson's answer, Burke finally found a little more comfort, but then, he suddenly realized a serious problem:

The electronic pod has been dismantled, but what about the other devices?

"Check the landing gear! They won't tear down our landing gear, will they? ”

He spoke nervously.

Johnson on the side was also nervous, he immediately started the self-test procedure, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem with the landing gear.

"The landing gear is fine, and the communication with the ground is fine – we should be able to land safely."

"What we should be more worried about is what happens after landing. Something so big happened, Kant wouldn't let us go. ”

"I don't even want to fly back to the aircraft carrier a little. Burke, why don't we fly straight to the base? Land there, at least with the rest of the brothers."

"Unless you want to go court-martial."

Burke said coldly.

In fact, for a moment, he thought the same thing as Johnson.

Of the four EA-6Bs, they were the only ones who belonged to the carrier-based wing of the Nimitz-class carrier fleet, and as the main commander of the operation, they assumed greater responsibility than the other three aircraft.

Once on the carrier, punishment will be inevitable

Looking at the approaching aircraft carriers displayed on the radar screen, Burke gripped the joystick with a frown.

Ready to land.

Whatever the outcome, he has to face it.

"Contact the tower and let them guide you to land."

Burke said listlessly.

Johnson nodded, turned on the radio communication, and began to confirm the details of the landing with the tower.

At this time, they could already see the huge ship on the sea, and under the red sunset, the dark deck seemed to be a huge sea reef.

The altitude was decreasing, the guidance signal light was on, and Burke nudged the joystick, and the already "incomplete" EA-6B began to slowly descend.

The landing gear opened smoothly without any problems.

The engine propeller speed began to slow down, and the plane entered a gliding attitude.

It's finally time to go home.

Burke's heart began to beat again.

It's all coming to an end, and after this vacation, I have to think about retirement.

With that in mind, EA-6B continued to descend, but just as he was about to enter the decisive height, an unfamiliar call suddenly came from the public channel.

Burke's heart tightened, he subconsciously pulled up the joystick, and at this moment, a voice was heard at the same time in the public channels of all the radios of the entire Nimitz aircraft carrier fleet.

"Hello, goodbye."

“shit！！！”

Burke was shocked, and he suddenly realized that he had made an absolutely unforgivable mistake.

That ghost is not without reason to follow him!

Yes, an EA-6B that has already been destroyed with a jamming pod will definitely not be a target, but what if it is an aircraft carrier group ?!

Destroy when you find it, this is the dead hole of the aircraft carrier.

Even during joint exercises, the exact location of the Nimitz-class aircraft carriers was not really revealed to the outside world.

But now I actually attracted it!

The location is exposed.

For the first time ever, the formation was pinpointed during the mission.

And what the other party uses is a simple and extreme method.

That is, follow along.

Finished.

It's all over.

If necessary, the opposing side can now launch ground-based anti-ship missiles at once.

Under the saturation attack, this formation, which has not entered a state of combat readiness at all, can last for a few minutes??

There was a look of despair on his face, but in the next second, with the sound of another call from the public channel, his already cold heart was completely frozen into a piece of ice.

"EA-6B, your tail hook is broken."

"Fly back to Kadena."

"I'll give you a ride?"

At this moment, Burke suddenly understood what the full tank of oil was for

(End of chapter)