Chapter 133: A Single J-20 Hunts Down a Fleet of U.S. Fighters!

Of course, this requires an intimate knowledge of the F-22's performance; otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to accomplish.

After all, both the J-20 and the F-22 are fighters capable of supersonic cruise, with maximum speeds exceeding Mach 2.

Without considering other factors, the difference in their speeds is actually not significant.

This still differs from the kite-flying tactics the Mongols once used against Western heavy cavalry.

However, seeing the F-22 attempting to flee,

Lin Yi naturally had no intention of letting the opponent escape.

Thus, he immediately engaged afterburners, pursuing at a speed exceeding two Mach.

Since it was night, no one could clearly identify what type of aircraft the J-20 actually was.

The two fleeing F-22 fighters soon discovered missiles constantly tracking right behind them.

The lock-on alarm blared incessantly.

"Damn those Russians; how many planes did they send to chase us!"

William shouted furiously.

Within moments, his radar detected at least two missiles rushing toward him at extreme speed.

The tracking missiles reached speeds nearing six Mach.

Even at maximum acceleration, shedding all payloads, he could only achieve speeds slightly above two Mach.

This meant the enemy missiles were closing the distance at a relative speed of four Mach.

As one missile drew dangerously close, the alarm beeped rapidly without cease.

At this moment, pilot William was drenched in sweat, his palms and the backs of his hands completely soaked.

After all, any slight negligence would result in his complete annihilation, leaving not even bones behind.

In this critical moment,

he violently pulled up the nose, executing a tactical maneuver difficult for ordinary aircraft to perform,

assuming a perilous posture resembling a "spiral ascent,"

where the fighter maintained a steep climb angle while simultaneously rolling.

Instantly, one missile grazed past the F-22's fuselage and flew through.

Because real-world missiles, although capable of tracking targets,

cannot execute sharp ninety-degree turns like those depicted in movies.

Nevertheless, even so, the pilot named William broke out in a cold sweat.

However, his teammate was not so fortunate.

Directly before his eyes, the other plane exploded into a fireball.

William's pupils constricted, and then, with almost no hesitation, he accelerated recklessly, disregarding everything else.

At this moment, he did not even have a single second to mourn his comrade.

He fled in a panic, choosing any path available.

Because another missile behind him continued its relentless pursuit without pause.

No matter how he flew, the missile equipped with advanced guidance radar would keep chasing, moving much faster than him.

With no other choice, William could only risk flying low to the ground before violently pulling up the nose.

Attempting to shake off the tracker.

Thus, an astonishing scene unfolded.

One J-20 was frantically chasing one F-22.

That F-22 was practically dancing on the blade of Death's scythe with every maneuver.

It seemed as though a long time had passed, but given both sides were traveling at speeds exceeding two Mach,

in reality, only a few minutes had elapsed.

Finally, the last F-22 fighter arrived at the battlefield where the American forces were bombing Syria.

At this moment, a wave of about ten F/A-18E fighters was wreaking havoc across the battlefield,

while Syria's air defense weapons were essentially paralyzed.

However, they had just learned that the Russians had deployed a large number of Su-57s into the Syrian battlefield.

Given the performance of the F/A-18E, it was utterly impossible for them to engage such fifth-generation fighters in combat.

In fact, the Americans had previously conducted experiments in this regard.

During the 2006 "Northern Edge" exercise held in Alaska,

F-22s fighting against F-16s and F-18s achieved an astonishing record of 144 to 0, truly establishing their legendary status in that single battle.

Although the current F/A-18Es had upgraded electronic systems,

and the Russian fifth-generation Su-57 might be somewhat inferior in performance to the F-22,

relying on merely ten F/A-18Es was still fundamentally insufficient to defeat the opponent.

Decisive retreat was the best option.

After all, their losses this time were considerable.

At least more than ten F/A-18E Super Hornets had been shot down.

This figure even exceeded the total losses of F/A-18s suffered by the Americans throughout the entire war against Syria.

It could be said that this was the largest defeat for the Americans since the war began.

Damn those Russians!

In the hearts of many pilots, the primary culprit behind all this was naturally the Russians.

It must be the evil Russian Emperor manipulating everything.

However, just as they intended to withdraw and return to the aircraft carrier,

they suddenly saw one of their prized F-22 fighters swaying left and right, fleeing in a wretched state.

Right behind it, a missile was pursuing frantically.

"Oh God, what am I seeing!?" a pilot exclaimed in shock.

Yes! In their eyes, the invincible F-22 was now being chased by a missile, with no path to escape into the sky and no door to flee into the earth.

They were in a wretched state.

However, before they could even react to what was happening,

they heard the aircraft carrier's command center roar at them:

"Flee!"

It was hard to imagine why the aircraft carrier's command center would use the word "flee" regarding them.

But in the next moment, they understood.

Several missiles whistled past, and then the alarm for being locked on blared.

Then, with a loud boom, clusters of fireballs exploded violently in the sky.

At this moment, the Syrian side still did not know what was going on,

yet they saw many fighter jets that had just been rampaging and slaughtering civilians turn one by one into massive fireballs.

Although they did not know the reason, the Syrians, upon seeing this scene, began to cheer excitedly.

Even some Syrians who had lost loved ones in this battle watched the sky with excitement.

Because from the very beginning, these F/A-18E Super Hornet carrier-based aircraft had been continuously blasted into fragments by mysterious missiles.

Although there had been a pause of several minutes, now these missiles had returned.

At this moment, inside an underground fortification, the Syrian President received a report.

Hearing that a large number of Ugly Army fighter jets had been annihilated by mysterious missiles, he knew immediately that this must be the work of the DWS platform he had hired.

Although the appearance fee of ten million dollars was extremely expensive,

compared to the fighter jets destroyed by the other party, what did that matter?

If he had known earlier that the other party was so powerful, let alone spending ten million, even if it cost one hundred million or one billion dollars,

he would have been willing to hire them.

At this moment, he still did not know that two F-22 Raptor fighter jets had already been destroyed.

Following the aircraft carrier, the last piece of the Ugly Nation's invincible golden body was also shattered.

Meanwhile, in the skies above Damascus, Syria, watching comrades being blown into fireballs one by one by missiles,

the pilots of those F/A-18E Super Hornets finally understood

what the aircraft carrier's command center meant by "flee."

They also understood why, during the "Northern Edge" exercises, the F-22s fighting against F-16s and F-18s had achieved the astonishing record of 144 to 0;

it was simply because there was no way to fight.

The radar could not detect the opponent, while the opponent's air-to-air missiles could instantly turn them into a ball of fire.

This was completely an asymmetrical battle.