Chapter 225: Not a Single One

"This is impossible!" Morrison cried out, "No pilot can withstand that kind of G-force!"

Indeed, the centrifugal force generated by such sharp turns was enough to make any human pilot lose consciousness on the spot, but that aircraft moved as if completely unaffected, weaving flexibly through the artillery fire.

What was even more shocking was that after all the aircraft finished dropping their bombs, they did not flee individually, but instead formed a tight formation and flew in the same direction, their speed so great that even the trailing F-86s could only watch them disappear.

"They... they are organized," the deputy murmured, "as if controlled by some kind of system..."

Morrison shuddered.

If that were true, then the nature of this war had completely changed.

The people of Long Country not only possessed super weapons like the Cloud Bomb, but also mastered some kind of technology that could remotely control aircraft.

This was no longer a simple military confrontation, but a crushing technological gap.

A sigh of despair echoed through the base.

For several consecutive days, the enemy forces had believed they held the initiative on the battlefield, that the Long Country's Anti-aircraft System could not reach high altitudes, and that they could safely conduct reconnaissance and bombing.

And now, the Long Country had used these mysterious aircraft to completely shatter this confidence, bringing fear and despair into the heart of every enemy soldier.

Roberts, the ammunition depot supervisor, was the last person to leave the explosion site.

As an experienced explosives expert, he felt shocked and terrified by the power of those Cluster Bombs.

"These are not ordinary bombs," he said to the medic who had rushed over to help, "the lethal principle of these things is completely different."

He pointed at the shrapnel and explosion marks on the ground:

"Look at the distribution of these Submunitions; they are not scattered randomly, but cover the target area according to specific geometric patterns.

This design requires superb knowledge of ballistics and precise engineering technology; it could never have been built in a rush."

The medic was clearly not interested in these technical details and was busy treating the wounded, but Roberts continued his analysis to himself:

"The most terrifying thing is the time-delay explosion design.

These Submunitions do not detonate simultaneously, but explode in sequence according to precisely calculated timing, ensuring that personnel cannot escape after the first wave of explosions.

This... this is simply a creation of the devil."

He picked up a piece of shrapnel and examined it carefully: "The material is also different; this is not ordinary steel, but some kind of high-strength alloy, which can produce more and sharper fragments when exploding, greatly increasing the lethal effect."

Roberts shook his head, his eyes full of disbelief:

"Where did the people of Long Country learn this technology?

Even we are still in the conceptual stage of researching Cluster Bombs and have no practical products yet.

And they not only built them, but have already achieved precise delivery..."

At this moment, an officer ran over in a hurry, interrupting his contemplation:

"Roberts! The command post wants you to bring a few unexploded Submunitions over immediately; they want to analyze the structure of these things!"

Roberts nodded and carefully collected a few Submunitions that had not exploded.

These small but deadly devices might reveal the secrets of Long Country's weapons technology.

Amidst the wreckage of the base, the surviving enemy officers were trying to restore order, but shock and fear were written on every face.

General Johnson stood inside the temporary command post, listening to the damage reports from various departments:

"The ammunition depot is completely destroyed, with a loss of approximately 500 tons of ammunition..."

"The fuel depot was hit, with 95% of the fuel lost..."

"The armored repair shop was hit with precision, and all 20 tanks under repair were destroyed..."

"The communications center was severely damaged, with 70% of the equipment unusable..."

"Personnel casualties: 237 dead, 418 seriously injured, 563 slightly injured, and 89 missing..."

The numbers kept rising, each one like a knife stabbing into Johnson's heart.

The losses caused by the short 20-minute attack exceeded the sum of their losses in this theater of war for an entire month.

"What about those aircraft?" he asked in a hoarse voice, "How many did we shoot down?"

The adjutant hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice:

"Not a single one, General. Our F-86s pursued with all their might, but... but they were too fast, and their maneuverability far exceeded our fighter jets."

"Impossible!" Johnson slammed the table, "The F-86 is one of the most advanced fighter jets in the world; nothing can be faster than it!"

"That is the fact, General," an Air Force major stepped forward,

"Our pilots reported that the speed of those aircraft was at least over 700 kilometers per hour, and they were capable of performing maneuvers impossible for ordinary planes. The most bizarre thing is... they seem to have no cockpit."

"No cockpit?" Johnson frowned, "You mean... unmanned?"

"That is the most reasonable explanation, General," the major nodded heavily,

"No human pilot could remain conscious under that kind of extreme G-force.

According to our calculations, the G-force those aircraft endured during sharp turns was at least over 12G, enough to make anyone lose consciousness instantly."

Johnson felt a wave of dizziness.

Unmanned aircraft?

This was beyond his scope of cognition.

Even the most advanced laboratories in the Star-Spangled Country were only researching this technology in theory, and it was still ten or eight years away from practical combat application.

"Where did the people of Long Country get this technology?" he muttered to himself, then looked up, his gaze like a torch,

"Contact headquarters immediately; I demand the immediate dispatch of reinforcements, including the latest models of Anti-aircraft Systems and fighter jets.

At the same time, strengthen reconnaissance on Long Country's military industrial facilities; I want to know where they are producing these damn aircraft!"

The officers left one after another to carry out the orders, but Johnson knew that today's surprise attack had completely broken the enemy's strategic advantage.

The people of Long Country had proven once again that they could always find ways to bypass enemy defense lines and always develop unexpected new weapons.

And the most terrifying thing was that they seemed to always be one step ahead—just when the enemy had adapted to the threat of the Cloud Bomb, Drones and Cluster Bombs appeared;

when they thought high altitude was safe, the people of Long Country used these eerie aircraft to prove that there was no absolutely safe place in the sky.

Johnson looked at the ruins outside the window, and a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind: in this war, they might truly lose...

……

At the same time, at the Long Country Frontline Command, Li Yunlong was listening to a report on the war situation.

"Frontline Commander-in-Chief, the first wave of attacks has achieved major success! All ten Drones have returned safely, and the enemy's forward base has suffered heavy losses. According to reconnaissance reports, they have lost at least three ammunition depots, two fuel depots, one armored vehicle repair plant, and a large number of personnel..."

Li Yunlong nodded with satisfaction: "Good! Pass on my order: the second wave of Drones is to prepare for takeoff, with the enemy's rear command headquarters and communication center as the targets."