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Chapter 166

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Among the corpses were men and women, the youngest only a few years old; some bodies were so mangled by the explosion that they had to be covered with white cloth.

Otherwise, the sight would have been utterly terrifying.

Little Darren watched as the adults around him craned their necks to gaze at the colossal shape soaring overhead, and he sighed inwardly:

"Is this the incarnation of Allah? Will it wake up Mom, Dad, and my sister...?"

Lin Yi, of course, had no idea that a little girl had mistaken him for the incarnation of Allah himself.

Yet, for the people of Batan, the appearance of this F-22 was akin to a deity descending upon the earth,

driving away the fighter jets that had been slaughtering them.

Many people immediately fell to their knees and began to pray.

Although Lin Yi was currently merely a projection of consciousness,

he could still use the infrared imaging system to observe the situation of the people below.

To be honest, even Lin Yi felt a pang of compassion for these people of Batan.

After all, their plight was truly miserable.

They had inhabited this homeland for over a thousand years, yet now,

they were kept confined as if in a prison with the gates locked.

Millions of people were crowded into such a small prison as Jia Sha.

There is a famous saying:

"Man is born free, yet everywhere he is in chains."

But here in Jia Sha, these people of Batan were born needing to remain in prison.

However, Lin Yi did not indulge in such sentiments for long.

Immediately, he piloted the F-22 through a classic barrel roll maneuver and departed directly.

Many of the Batan people watched this scene with eyes full of gratitude.

Yet, Lin Yi did not leave the Batan region immediately; instead, he flew straight north.

At this moment, in Tel Aviv, the capital of Yisel.

News spread that a mysterious fighter jet had appeared and annihilated the Yisel Air Force pilots who had carried out the airstrike on Jia Sha.

The government and military of Yisel were thrown into an uproar.

Furthermore, subsequent reports arrived.

The mysterious aircraft that had destroyed all their fighters was, in fact, an F-22 belonging to the Chou military.

Everyone found this incredibly ironic.

Of course, these government officials and military personnel did not believe this fighter jet was truly a Chou aircraft.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, a Chou plane would not randomly attack Yisel, whom they supported.

Thus, there was only one explanation.

That this fighter model was a counterfeit produced by the DWS platform.

After all, in Syria, the Chou Air Force had already suffered a heavy defeat at the hands of a J-20 from the DWS platform.

Therefore, it was not unreasonable for the other side to replicate an F-22 stealth fighter now.

But the problem was that although Yisel knew the opponent's aircraft was a copy,

based on existing intelligence, all replicas from the DWS platform

were in no way inferior to the authentic products holding intellectual property rights; in fact, many exceeded the originals in quality and performance.

Consequently, the Yisel military awkwardly discovered

that they had virtually no means to counter this F-22 fighter of the enemy.

In terms of aircraft, relying solely on F-15s or F-16s would make them nothing more than living targets.

As for the F-35s that Chou had promised to supply with priority, the earliest delivery would not occur until the end of this year.

But the issue was that even the F-35 multi-role fighter was simply no match for the F-22.

However, before the Yisel government could devise a countermeasure,

an emergency situation arose.

"Hatzor Air Base is being bombed by an F-22...!"

"What!" The Prime Minister of Yisel exclaimed upon hearing the news, finding it hard to believe.

It was well known that Hatzor Air Base housed a large number of F-16 fighters, small transport aircraft, and business jets,

and possibly even G550 Gulfstream early warning and reconnaissance aircraft.

Yet now, this major Yisel Air Force base was being blockaded and bombed at its very gates by a single F-22.

Who would believe such a thing if told!

After all, how much ordnance could an F-22 carry? At most fourteen missiles.

This calculation did not even account for the battle that had just taken place in Jia Sha.

Could it be that more than one F-22 was participating in this attack on Yisel?

In reality, the outside world had always been astonished by the payload capacity of DWS platform fighters.

During the Syrian air battle, how a single J-20 managed to destroy twenty-three Chou military fighters

remained a mystery.

Some claimed that certainly more than one J-20 must have participated in the fight.

Otherwise, even if the interior of the J-20 was emptied of everything else

and filled entirely with missiles, it would still be impossible to destroy so many Chou aircraft.

The situation was no different now; upon hearing the news, the Premier's first thought was that the other side had dispatched multiple F-22 fighter jets.

Otherwise, relying on a single aircraft for bombing would result in very limited destructive power.

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If the damage were not severe, the air base would never have sent successive distress calls.

At that moment, the highest commander inside Hatzor Air Base screamed frantically into the phone:

"Damn it, we are under aerial attack... Requesting support... Requesting support!"

"Understood, Major General. We have reported the situation to the President.

We trust the Prime Minister will handle it properly. Now, can you tell me the actual situation there?

Specifically, the number of enemy forces...!"

The wartime liaison in the capital said.

"God, how would I know the number of enemies? I only know our fighter jets cannot take off,

and the base is being bombed by countless heavy bombs every minute..."

As the Major General commanding the base spoke,

terrifying explosion sounds seemed to ring right beside his ears.

The entire command center was shaking.

As for the enemy,

sorry, he still had not detected them on the radar system.

There were reports, however, that someone seemed to have spotted an F-22 fighter jet in the sky from a distant location.

"Four two three."

But given the current scale of the bombing, could a single F-22 fighter jet achieve this?

Hearing the hysterical voice of the Air Force Major General over the phone,

the liaison no longer knew what to say.

Meanwhile, at Hatzor Air Base, one JDAM air-to-ground missile after another struck home.

Fierce fires erupted in many areas throughout the entire base.

Some aircraft hangars, along with the planes inside, were blown straight into the sky.

Many aircraft, including F-16 models, attempted an emergency takeoff.

However, they were blown apart by successive JDAM air-to-ground missiles.


— Author's Notes —

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