Changkong Fighter

Chapter 86 Changkong, have you ever fished?

After hearing Liu Jun's response, the captain nodded and let Changkong go over, just to deal with the opponent's Type 2. At least before the new anti-stealth radar appeared, this was the only clumsy way to deal with it.

To achieve victory, we must transfer the risk to experienced and capable pilots before the intelligence black hole is discovered.

"The task you need to perform is..."

As the information in the USB drive began to play, the squadron leader explained the mission.

"Captain, isn't this a combat mission?" Liu Jun asked as he looked at the mission briefing.

It stands to reason that based on our current understanding of Type 1, and given that such a long time has passed, the first batch of missiles with replaced guidance heads must have come out. With just that few Sentinels, they can be shot down with a single salvo.

It can be said that it is only a matter of time to eliminate the remaining sentinels around the tiankeng. As the number of Type 2 is not enough, they are not enemies that can determine the outcome of victory for the human combat system.

After eliminating the enemies wandering around the sinkhole, humans can take advantage of the sinkhole to counterattack the alien civilization's territory and speak frankly with the aliens.

The wing commander was silent for a moment, seemingly considering something. After confirming that it wasn't confidential information, he whispered, "Before leaving the port, I attended a meeting, and my superiors decided not to continue clearing out the sentries for the time being."

"Not cleaning?"

The enemy is right in front of us but we are not clearing them out. There must be some reason for the superiors to be concerned, so they dare not act too radically, but tend to be conservative, or even make other worse preparations.

"Yes, we're not fighting for now. It's been over two months since the tiankeng appeared, and the number of Sentinels hasn't been replenished since the loss. Type 2 has only appeared once, and the aliens haven't expanded their range. When do you think Type 2 arrived on Earth?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of several people changed. The spindle was wearing optical camouflage, so even if it had appeared earlier, they would not have known it. Apart from its inherent characteristic of releasing electromagnetic clutter, it was completely invisible to IRST and the naked eye.

If Type 2 lurks among Type 1 and does not attack, they will instinctively ignore it.

"They are observing us secretly and evaluating us." Zhang Peng said seriously.

"That's right. We're not the only ones observing them; they're also observing us. And there are 100 Sentinels. If you put yourself in their shoes, that number is quite special."

"So, until our superiors change their strategy, our biggest task will be to gather intelligence on alien civilizations and test new anti-stealth equipment. The navy is not the army."

Naval warfare is different from land warfare. It is completely impossible to fight a war of attrition. The construction cycle of a warship is much longer than that of army equipment. The naval branches are all technical branches, and the training cycle is even longer. In short, they cannot afford casualties.

The first battle is the final battle, which can minimize one's own losses. Gathering intelligence is the most important task before the war.

“How do we solve the communication problem?”

"Mount the pod, Eagle is in charge."

"understand!"

"The meeting is dismissed!"

After several people walked out of the briefing room, Liu Jun thought about this mission. One fifth-generation aircraft was carrying four fourth-generation aircraft, which was considered a cross-generational cooperation mission.

"Comrade Liu Jun."

Hearing someone calling him, Liu Jun looked over and saw Li Jianzhong staring at him: "I'm not familiar with this place yet. Can you show me around?" "Go ahead." Zhang Peng said to his apprentice. Old Li wanted to communicate with his wingman and get to know each other before carrying out the mission.

"Okay, Uncle Li, this way."

Li Jianzhong laughed. This private address was not bad, but it was not a random statement. He and Zhang Peng were in the same class, so there was nothing wrong with calling him uncle.

Liu Jun took Eagle to familiarize himself with the internal structure of the Liaoning, and they communicated with each other along the way.

"I've been flying for over 20 years, longer than your master. As I get older, my physical fitness is inevitably declining. I'm going to fly more before I retire and transfer to the Flight Test Institute."

Li Jianzhong's words made Liu Jun feel the same. Many pilots who are not afraid of life and death will break down emotionally when they hear that they have retired and can no longer fly. Some even cry like children.

"Uncle Li, it's not that bad. There are civilian flight teams now. I saw online a group of retired veteran pilots doing smokeshows on their CJ-6s. It was quite interesting. Some of them are still flying in their sixties."

"Haha, that's great." Li Jianzhong laughed, which made him feel more favorable towards this quiet young man. "I hope I can adapt by then."

It would certainly be uncomfortable for a pilot who is used to flying jet supersonic fighters to fly a propeller aircraft like the CJ-6, but the advantage is that it can be flown anywhere, and the CJ-6 is a magical aircraft suitable for all ages.

After the two walked to a less crowded corridor, Li Jianzhong asked, "I've seen your combat records, Changkong. What do you think of these alien aircraft? Use your most intuitive feelings."

Liu Jun heard Eagle ask this and thought back to the battle with the Sentinel: "It's very strong, but also very weak. There's a sense of contradiction."

"Xiao Liu, do you like fishing?" The eagle suddenly changed the subject and asked something completely unrelated.

"I've never fished before, so I don't understand." Liu Jun told the truth.

"Before fishing, there's a procedure called baiting. Some things aren't just for humans."

"In the future, our core objective in confronting their air combat systems will be to identify and understand the relationships between multiple nodes in alien civilizations, their system architecture, and their complex kill chains. Meanwhile, we will prevent the enemy from identifying and understanding our own system architecture and kill chains. We will also seek to delay, disrupt, and interrupt the enemy's closed-loop functions throughout the kill chain. Air combat will enter an era of cognitive maneuverability."

After hearing his words, Liu Jun looked up at Li Jianzhong's back. He always felt that this middle-aged man was hiding something and his identity was not just a test pilot.

After the cabin introduction, Li Jianzhong was assigned to the cabin next to Liu Jun and his apprentice, and the mission would begin in 48 hours.

At night, Liu Jun was thinking about the mission and what Old Eagle said. He lay in bed unable to sleep. He turned his head to look at his master and found that he was not asleep either.

"Go to sleep, don't overthink it, and get yourself in shape. If you fail the pre-mission psychological assessment, you'll be detained."

The ship's military doctor has the authority to ground the pilot.

"Ah."

Liu Jun controlled his thoughts and fell asleep quickly.
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"Here, we have to remind the US representatives that they must be cautious in dealing with matters concerning extraterrestrial civilizations. They cannot allow a minority to coerce the majority. Ignoring the huge risks and acting unilaterally for their own ulterior motives will not lead to good results."

At the United Nations meeting, Dongda told the American representative sitting opposite him that according to satellite images, NATO is still continuing to gather naval forces towards the Pacific Rim.

It would be fine if it was just a warning, but I am worried that some people will act on their own will.

(End of this chapter)