Chapter 92

The Seventh Fleet.

Inside the bridge of the carrier Gen Genli, Fleet Commander General Johanno held a cup of coffee, looking somewhat arrogantly at the red dot representing the Yanhuang Guo Fleet on the screen.

General, we have reached the periphery of the exercise exclusion zone set by Yanhuang Guo, and the fleets of Japan and Korea are already in position on both flanks.

A staff officer reported from the side.

"A bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys, making such a big fuss—who are they trying to scare?"

Johanno blew on the steam of his coffee, a hint of mockery curling at the corner of his mouth.

"They think with this little strength they can make us advance?"

Pass the word: keep the entire fleet in battle formation; I want to see if they have the guts.

"But General, the warships of the banana people have lost all contact since an hour ago; we can't confirm their status."

The staff officer reminded with a solemn expression.

"That only shows their communications system is as junk as their military."

Johanno waved his hand dismissively.

"Perhaps they've been suppressed by Yanhuang Guo's electronic warfare—just a small scene. Once our carrier arrives, all those demons and monsters will vanish like smoke."

He had near-blind confidence in his country's strength; in his view, this so-called 'military exercise' was nothing but a Yanhuang Guo show of strength that was fierce outside but weak within.

All it takes is for us to flex a little muscle, and the other side will immediately lower their flags and fall silent.

"Order, full speed ahead!"

With Johanno's command, the vast United Fleet composed of dozens of advanced warships hesitated not as it surged toward that red line.

At the same time, on the carrier of Yanhuang Guo's D Sea Fleet.

"Report! Detected the US United Fleet, rapidly approaching our warning line, ignoring our warnings!"

A deputy officer spoke up.

Fleet Commander Ding Hailong, hearing the report, narrowed his eyes; he watched the blue arrow on the screen steadily approaching and ordered:

"Issue another warning! Tell them that if they dare advance another step, we will take all necessary measures!"

Radio waves sliced through the sky, issuing the sternest warning in both Chinese and English.

However, the response to the warning was the roar of the latest Y-35 fighters catapulting from the deck of the carrier Gen Genli.

"They've launched fighters! They're flying toward us!"

"Radar locked! The enemy's shipborne missile system has been activated!"

Alarms blared urgently in the command room.

Johanno obviously intended to use a hard show of force to compel the Yanhuang Guo Fleet to retreat.

He had even already thought up tomorrow's newspaper headline: 'US Navy Easily Shatters Yanhuang Guo's Blockade Fantasy.'

"Captain! Should we sortie?"

The deputy officer wore a grave expression.

A glint of cold light flashed in Ding Hailong's eyes: 'Since they're courting death, no need to be polite! Order the Ascending Dragon fighters to intercept, using electromagnetic pulse weapons to send their planes to the bottom of the sea!'

Besides the US fighters, Japanese and Korean fighters also joined, making a total of 16 aircraft.

Yanhuang Guo dispatched 20 Ascending Dragons; in truth we didn't need that many, but we couldn't afford to appear weak in momentum.

Meanwhile, in the US pilots' communications channel, the atmosphere grew slightly tense.

"Captain, do you think our newest radar system can detect their fighters?"

"Jack, shut your stinking mouth; last time we suffered a loss, this time we'll definitely detect them—focus, all of you."

William shouted over the channel.

Since the last embarrassing retreat, William has felt a lingering grudge; now that the Y-35's radar has been upgraded, he's determined to regain face no matter what.

Hardly had he finished speaking when several red dots appeared on the fighter's screen.

"Report, General! This is Ghost Squad; our radar is working, we've acquired the target—should we open fire?"

This made William delighted; he immediately reported the situation.

"Maintain distance; no one may fire without my order!"

Upon receiving the news, Johanno, far several hundred li away, calmly gave the order.

He had come to demonstrate, not to start a war.

However, the Ascending Dragon fighter pilots would not indulge them, for they had already received orders to attack!

"The target has entered optimal attack range."

"Engage strong pulse wave!"

Following the leader's command, the pilots of the lead Ascending Dragon fighters pressed the attack button.

Instantly, several invisible pulse waves, faster than sound, burst outward.

Inside the Y-35 cockpit, William was preparing to execute a slick barrel roll to mock the enemy opposite.

Suddenly, all his LCD displays, including the AR display on his helmet, flickered wildly at the same moment,

then plunged into total darkness.

"Zzzzt—"

A harsh electrical crackle came through the headset, then a deathly silence.

"WTF? My system crashed! Repeat, my system—"

However, he couldn't finish his sentence.

The engine's roar cut off abruptly, and the entire aircraft instantly lost all power.

The control stick became as if welded shut, utterly immobile.

This airborne raptor worth over a hundred million US dollars turned into a lump of iron in just a second.

Not only him, the fighter jets of the Koreans and the island nation were likewise.

"Aish! What happened!"

"Eject! Eject quickly!"

"Damn! My ejection system failed! Save me!"

The terrified cries could only echo within their respective cockpits, unable to be transmitted any further.

Sixteen fighter jets lost control one after another, spinning, and plunged straight into the blue sea.

They didn't even have time to send out a single alarm.

Only a dozen or so parachute flowers remained in the sky.

Inside the bridge of the Gengrenli aircraft carrier.

"General, our aircraft formation has disappeared from radar!"

A radar operator sprang to his feet, his voice filled with disbelief.

"What?"

Johanno frowned, "What does it mean disappeared? Shot down? Why didn't I see any incoming missile signals?"

"No…… not shot down," the radar operator's voice trembled,

"They just vanished into thin air, all signals cut off; I suspect they were jammed."

The entire command room fell silent in an instant.

Everyone looked at the radar screen, where the dozen-odd green dots representing our own fighter jets had all disappeared.

Meanwhile, the red dots representing the Yanhuang Guo fighter jets continued to cruise calmly in their designated airspace.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Johanno snarled, shoved aside the nearby staff officer, and rushed to the screen,

"How could we suffer total annihilation without a scratch! It must be their electronic warfare! They must have used some means we don't know about!"

His confidence wavered for the first time.

But his long-held hegemonic mindset made him unable to accept defeat.

Anger replaced shock.

"This bunch of despicable yellow-skinned monkeys! They only know these despicable tricks. Do they think this can scare me? Dream on!"

He turned around and roared at the communications officer:

"Get me connected to all the fleet's missile destroyers! Target, the Yanhuang Guo aircraft carrier formation! Use missiles to blast them back to the Stone Age!"

"Let them see what true power is!"

"General! Think twice! This amounts to a formal declaration of war; the president definitely won't agree. Please calm down."

The staff officer's face turned deathly pale as he hurriedly tried to dissuade him.