Chapter 126: Nonsense! Long Country Doesn't Have This Technology!

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The second wave of Rocket Shells followed closely, and another two B-29 Bomber and seven or eight F-86 Fighter were shot down.

The surviving aircraft turned desperately, attempting to escape this death zone.

On the ground, the Long Country's anti-aircraft troops were still continuously firing Rocket Shells, forming an airtight net of fire.

"Hit! We hit the enemy planes!" the Radar Operator shouted excitedly, "Multiple enemy plane signals have disappeared!"

A burst of cheers erupted in the command post; Zhou and Li Shouzheng clenched their hands in excitement.

"The system is effective!" Li Shouzheng was so excited his face turned red, "Our design is a success!"

Zhou could also not hide his excitement: "Continue firing! Don't give the enemy a chance to catch their breath!"

At the rocket artillery position, the gunners nimbly loaded new Rocket Shells, preparing for the third volley.

The soldiers who were originally half-doubting about the new equipment were now all ignited with fighting spirit, and every person's face was overflowing with the joy of Victory.

"Engineer Li, too amazing!" a young gunner couldn't help but shout to Li Shouzheng as he passed by, "What kind of divine artifact have you all invented!"

Li Shouzheng waved his hand: "This isn't me; the person who truly created it didn't come."

The third wave of Rocket Shells rose into the sky again; although the enemy planes had begun to scatter and flee, several were still unfortunately hit.

By now, the enemy plane formation had lost more than half, and the remaining aircraft were also in a sorry state, having lost their combat capability.

"The enemy planes are retreating!" the Radar Operator reported, his voice filled with unbelievable joy, "They are fleeing toward the base at maximum speed!"

Cheers erupted in the command post once again.

This battle, from discovering the enemy planes to achieving a decisive Victory, took no more than ten-odd minutes in total, yet it completely changed the direction of the war.

Li Shouzheng walked to the Radar screen and carefully observed the flight path of the fleeing enemy formation. "The first battle is a success, but our system still has a lot of room for improvement." He said to Xiao Wang beside him, "The precision is not high enough, and the reaction time also needs to be shortened."

Xiao Wang nodded: "I have already noted down several areas that need improvement. For example, the sensitivity of the Triangulation System can be increased, and the calculation speed also needs to be accelerated."

"And the design of the Rocket Shells," Li Shouzheng added, "Although the current explosion radius is large, it also means that the energy of many fragments is wasted. If we could design a more precise Fuse System to detonate at the optimal moment, the effect would be even better."

The two were immersed in a technical discussion when Zhou walked over, his face full of excited flush:

"Engineer Li, you all have performed a great service this time! We not only defended the city but also dealt the enemy a heavy blow!"

Li Shouzheng smiled modestly: "This is just the beginning. The enemy will definitely study countermeasures after their failure, and we also need to continue improving our equipment to maintain our technical advantage."

Zhou patted Li Mingyuan heavily on the shoulder: "Rest assured, the higher-ups will definitely attach even more importance to your research and development work. This Victory will become an important page in our military's anti-aircraft history!"

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At the enemy military base, there was an atmosphere of chaos and frustration.

The surviving warplanes returned one after another; some planes were severely damaged and could only barely land.

The pilots climbed out of the cockpits, their faces filled with fear and confusion.

Tang Siling stood on the command tower, his face livid, looking at those mangled warplanes; he simply couldn't believe his eyes.

"How could it be like this?" he muttered to himself, "How could it possibly be like this?"

The adjutant walked over cautiously and handed over a preliminary battle damage report:

"Sir, we lost 3 B-29 Bomber and 17 F-86 Fighter... a total of 23 pilots killed or missing..."

Tang Siling's hands began to tremble, and the report slipped from his grasp.

In this operation, they had lost nearly 60% of their air power!

And the target—they hadn't even seen a shadow of the target!

"This is impossible!" he suddenly erupted in a roar, "How could they possibly have this kind of anti-aircraft capability?! Those were clearly the Star-Spangled Country's most advanced warplanes!"

The Star-Spangled Country Military Advisor also gathered together, whispering, their expressions grave.

That white-haired Colonel walked up to Tang Siling, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

"What happened?" he asked in English, his voice hoarse, "My pilots said they were shot down by some kind of advanced shell?"

Tang Siling could not answer and could only shake his head.

He also didn't understand what had happened.

A surviving B-29 pilot walked over, his face pale, his eyes hollow: "Sir, that was not an ordinary rocket artillery... that was... that was some kind of weapon capable of automatically tracking planes! They found us when we were completely unprepared, and then... and then it was... Boom!"

"Nonsense!" the Star-Spangled Country Colonel scolded sharply, "Long Country does not have this technology! They are even using old junk they bought from the Polar Bears for their Radar!"

"But that is the fact!" the pilot argued excitedly, "I saw with my own eyes that those Rocket Shells flew almost directly at us; they were definitely not ordinary ballistic trajectories!"

The Colonel's face turned livid, and he turned to roar at Tang Siling:

"How were your pilots trained?! This is clearly an operational error! The Long Country's rocket artillery has limited range and low precision; as long as you maintain high-altitude flight, you wouldn't be hit at all!"

"But..." Tang Siling tried to defend himself.

"No buts!" the Colonel interrupted him, "This is a disastrous defeat caused by your incompetence! You wasted the Star-Spangled Country's most advanced weapons and equipment!"

Tang Siling was scolded into silence and could only lower his head to endure it.

In fact, he was also doubting in his heart whether it was truly the pilots' error that led to this disaster.

But the surviving pilots' descriptions were so real that one had to wonder if the Long Country had really mastered some kind of new weapon.

"I will report this to my superiors," the Colonel said coldly at last, "At the same time, I will personally investigate the cause of this failure. If it is discovered to be your negligence, you will bear the consequences!"

Having said that, he turned and left, leaving Tang Siling standing alone in the wind, his face filled with confusion and fear.

"What kind of weapon did they use?" he asked himself again, but no one could give him an answer.

The atmosphere in the base was extremely oppressive; everyone was guessing and worrying.

The Star-Spangled Country advisors gathered together, arguing fiercely about the cause of this failure, but no one truly believed that the Long Country had already mastered advanced anti-aircraft technology.

"It must be that the flight altitude was too low."

"Or the formation was too dense, giving the enemy a big target."

"Perhaps the Long Country people obtained intelligence in advance and deployed a large number of rocket artillery at specific locations."

All sorts of speculations emerged one after another, but not a single person was willing to admit to a technological lag.

After all, admitting this meant that the technological superiority they prided themselves on might no longer exist, a fact that the Military Advisor of the Star-Spangled Country could not accept.

Tang Siling walked alone to a damaged F-86 and inspected the holes in the fuselage.

Those holes were neat and dense, clearly caused by some kind of high-speed metal shrapnel.

He gently touched the sharp edges with his fingers, his inner doubts growing deeper.

"What kind of weapon did you actually use?" he asked softly, as if this broken fighter jet could give him the answer.

But the only response was the whimpering of the night wind and the painful groans coming from afar—those were the voices of the wounded, the most realistic portrayal of this crushing defeat.

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