Chapter 195: What the Hell Is That?!

Captain Morrison laughed over the channel: "Can that thing even hit us? We're flying so high, their bullets can't even fly half the distance!"

Wilson was just about to respond when the Radar Operator, Thompson, suddenly interjected: "Sir, something is strange... my equipment shows some kind of electronic signal below, like radar waves..."

"The Long Country people have radar? What a joke," Wilson scoffed, "Your equipment must be malfunctioning. Prepare to bomb, target locked on that cluster on the hillside."

Thompson wanted to say more, but Wilson had already adjusted his heading and dived toward the target area.

The entire fighter formation circled elegantly and lethally, like a flock of predatory raptors.

On the ground, Li Yunlong observed the enemy planes in the sky through binoculars, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"They're here, these sons of bitches, truly walking right into the trap." He turned to the Communication Soldier, "Notify all fire points, prepare to receive them, don't be impatient, wait for my order before firing."

Zhao Gang watched the enemy planes flying lower and lower in the sky nervously: "Lao Li, there are about twenty of them, more than we expected..."

"The more the better!" Li Yunlong grinned, "One more plane means one more victory! Pass on my order, activate the fire control radar, but don't fire yet, let these guys get closer!"

The Radar Stations hidden throughout the mountains quietly activated, beginning to precisely locate the position, speed, and altitude of every enemy plane.

This data was transmitted in real-time to the fire control systems of each anti-aircraft fire point, automatically calculating the trajectory and lead.

The new fire control system designed by Li Mingyuan was far beyond the level of this era, as if a corner of a future battlefield had been transplanted into this time.

In the air, Wilson was looking down, checking the bomb sight, completely unaware that danger was approaching.

"Prepare to drop bombs," he commanded via radio, "First wave, follow me, target the vehicles on the east side of the valley; second wave, attack the positions on the west side; third wave..."

Just at this moment, countless fire points suddenly lit up on the ground.

"What the hell?" Wilson looked up abruptly, only to see the Long Country positions in the valley suddenly turn into a sea of fire, with a massive amount of tracer bullets rushing toward the sky, forming an airtight net of fire.

The first to show their power were those improved Anti-aircraft Machine Guns.

These seemingly ordinary 14.5mm Anti-aircraft Machine Guns looked plain on the outside, but their interiors had been completely overhauled.

The machine gun mounts were equipped with micro-motors for auxiliary adjustment, the ballistic calculator automatically corrected the firing angle, and most importantly, the entire system was connected to the radar fire control network, almost achieving semi-automated precision firing.

"Those aren't ordinary Anti-aircraft Machine Guns!" Brown shouted in terror, "How can they be so precise?!"

Brown's fighter had just flown over the ridge when it was immediately locked onto by three Anti-aircraft Machine Guns.

The speed at which the machine guns corrected their angles was incredibly fast, as if they knew where the plane would be in the next second.

The dense tracer bullets formed a lethal band of light, precisely penetrating the cockpit of the F-86.

"I'm hit! I'm—" Brown's voice cut off abruptly, leaving only harsh noise on the radio.

Wilson witnessed his comrade's fighter emitting thick smoke and plummeting straight toward the ground, a wave of fear involuntarily surging in his heart.

"All planes attention! Pull up! Pull up! Avoid the low-altitude machine gun fire!" He ordered loudly, while pulling his own fighter up to an altitude of 4000 feet.

The other pilots responded quickly, and over twenty F-86s climbed simultaneously, attempting to break out of the range of the Anti-aircraft Machine Guns.

"Damn it, their machine guns are too precise!" Morrison said, still shaken, "They don't look manually operated at all!"

Wilson gripped the control stick tightly, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

The performance of these Anti-aircraft Machine Guns completely exceeded his understanding.

They were not firing blindly, but with purpose; every bullet was precisely calculated, and the ballistic prediction was chillingly accurate.

On the ground, the Long Country soldiers operating these Anti-aircraft Machine Guns were also surprised by the power of these weapons.

"This fire control system is damn spooky!" one machine gunner shouted excitedly, "I only need to aim roughly, the system adjusts automatically, it's ten times more accurate than usual!"

Another veteran also widened his eyes: "What does Chief Engineer Li have in his head? To be able to come up with something so eerie!"

Li Yunlong observed the battle situation through binoculars, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

The Anti-aircraft Machine Guns were just the first line of defense, intended to force the enemy planes to change tactics and climb to a higher altitude—right into the range of the second weapon.

"Pass on my order," he said to the Communication Soldier, "Tianluo System, prepare to fire!"

When the F-86 Fighter group climbed above 5000 feet, thinking they were safe, the real nightmare had just begun.

On the hidden positions throughout the valley, a type of multi-barrel rocket launcher with a unique appearance began to adjust its angle, aiming at the targets high in the sky.

This was Li Mingyuan's proudest work—the "Tianluo System".

The Tianluo System was essentially a multi-functional anti-aircraft rocket network.

Each launcher had 12 launch tubes and could fire all rockets within a few seconds.

The rocket warheads were loaded with thousands of Tungsten Alloy Shrapnel, and the fuse was a specially designed proximity fuse, which would automatically detonate when approaching the target, forming a lethal Metal Storm with a diameter of tens of meters.

Even more terrifying was that the entire system was connected via a radar network, capable of precisely calculating interception points based on the flight trajectory of the enemy planes.

"Tianluo System all in position," the fire control center reported, "Target locked, requesting to fire."

Li Yunlong did not hesitate: "Fire!"

In an instant, dozens of launch points in the valley spewed out hundreds of rocket shells, dragging white smoke tails as they pierced the sky.

These rocket shells were not aimed directly at the current position of the enemy planes, but at the airspace they would pass through in a few seconds, forming a dense "death zone".

In the air, Wilson was preparing to reorganize the formation for a second wave of attack when he suddenly discovered a large number of signal points on the radar screen.

"Evasive maneuvers! Evasive maneuvers!" he screamed hysterically, "Something is flying toward us!"

But the warning was already too late.

The first wave of rocket shells exploded near the fighter formation, releasing thousands of high-speed rotating Tungsten Alloy Shrapnel.

These shrapnel acted like a Metal Storm, spreading out at a speed of hundreds of meters per second, covering hundreds of cubic meters of airspace.

"My God!" Lieutenant Hawkins shouted in terror; his fighter had just happened to fly into this death zone.

In an instant, countless Tungsten Alloy Shrapnel tore through the thin fuselage of the F-86, piercing the fuel tank, hydraulic system, and cockpit.

Before the fighter could even start to smoke, it disintegrated in the air after a loud bang, turning into a fireball.

"What the hell is that?!" Morrison panicked, "How could they have this kind of weapon?!"