Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

A month later.

In July, over the East China Sea, the sun shines through the thin clouds and falls on the azure sea, forming patches of dazzling silver light.

Three silver-gray F-15 Eagle fighter jets formed a triangle formation, cruising at an altitude of 10,000 feet above sea level. The roar of their engines left white trails in the sky.

"Look down there, guys,"

Lieutenant Jackson pushed up the goggles on his helmet and looked down at the east coast line. His voice was transmitted to the other two fighter planes through the encrypted communication channel.

"The territory of the Dragon Kingdom."

"I heard they came up with something new recently, and they're quite proud of it."

"Ha! You mean that piece of junk called 'Saker Falcon'?"

Lieutenant Rodriguez laughed heartily, his broad shoulders standing out in the cramped cockpit.

"I've seen intelligence photos. That thing isn't even as good as the F-100 we developed before, let alone our F-15."

Captain Anthony was silent for a moment, his experienced fingers gently adjusting the throttle to keep the fighter plane in optimal cruising condition.

"Don't take it lightly,"

His voice was low and calm.

"Intelligence shows that Dragon Country's aviation technology has advanced rapidly, especially recently..."

"Alas, Captain,"

Jackson interrupted, his tone full of contempt.

"Could it be because they were frightened by the Camel Country's WS2 rocket launcher last time in the Middle East?"

"Those are all semi-finished products that leaked out to the Russians and were then copied by the Chinese. They weren't invented by the Chinese themselves."

The F-15 formation passed through a cloud layer, and the brief moisture left a layer of mist on the cockpit glass, which was quickly carried away by the high-speed airflow.

On the sea below, several fishing boats were like tiny black dots, defenselessly exposed to the radar scans of the American fighter jets.

"I'm just reminding you to be vigilant,"

Anthony tuned into the encrypted channel and his voice became more serious.

"Last month, intelligence sources reported that Dragon Country might be testing a new type of fighter jet. Although the details are unclear,..."

“Please, Captain!”

Rodriguez laughed loudly, and his F-15 suddenly did a barrel roll, demonstrating its extraordinary maneuverability.

"Even if they really have a new fighter jet, can it be better than our F-15?"

"This is the most advanced fighter jet in the world! This masterpiece took the broadcasting engineers over a year to design!"

He pushed the joystick hard, and the fighter plane dived several hundred feet quickly and then pulled up.

"Look at this reaction speed! This maneuverability! The Longguo people can't even imagine it!"

Jackson laughed in agreement, his fighter performing a more complex maneuver after Rodriguez.

"I bet those so-called pilots can't even do this basic maneuver."

“I heard that most of their pilots have less than half the flying time that we have.”

"You two, resume formation flying immediately!"

Captain Anthony's voice suddenly became stern.

"This is not a drill, we are carrying out a regular patrol mission."

The two F-15s reluctantly returned to formation.

In the cockpit, Jackson rolled his eyes and spoke to Rodriguez through the private channel.

"The captain has become increasingly cautious lately. Does he really trust those nerds in the intelligence department?"

"What new tricks can the Dragon Air Force have?"

Rodriguez responded with a smile.

"Maybe I'm getting older and less courageous."

"Honestly, I hope the Dragon people will react. Otherwise, this mission will be too boring."

Anthony frowned deeply in his cockpit.

He didn't join the two young pilots' private chat, but from their body language and eye contact, he could guess what they were talking about.

Fifteen years of flying experience has taught me that underestimating the enemy is the most dangerous thing.

Especially around their airspace.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the radar screen and stared at the empty display. It was too quiet, too quiet.

"Five degrees east, maintain altitude,"

Anthony issued new instructions.

"We'll make another twenty miles and then head back."

"Roger that," Jackson replied lazily, adjusting his course while continuing his taunting. "You know, I heard those Dragon Country pilots can't even speak English well."

"If they dare to come close, I plan to greet them in English and see if they can understand."

"And then what? Listen to them scold us in their half-baked English?"

Rodriguez laughed.

“They can’t even say ‘hello’!”

"Isn't it fun to watch them rage in frustration?"

Jackson said with a smile.

"Hey, if we really encounter their Xiaolong, how about some excitement? See who can force them to turn and flee first?"

Captain Anthony immediately interjected.

"Absolutely not! I repeat, this is a regular patrol mission, not your playtime."

"We just have to fly according to the plan, gather intelligence, and then return to base."

Jackson grimaced, though no one could see through his helmet.

“Yes, sir.”

His tone was full of sarcasm.

"Stay with the plan and don't alert those timid Dragon pilots."

The three F-15s continued to fly forward, passing through a field of altocumulus clouds.

The sunlight reflected dazzlingly on their silver-gray fuselages, and the East China Sea below was sparkling and peaceful.

Suddenly, a faint signal flashed on Anthony's radar screen, but it was so fleeting that he even wondered if it was just an equipment malfunction.

He quickly switched to a different radar mode and scanned the surrounding airspace carefully, but found nothing.

Strange, this doesn't seem like electronic interference.

If it's a signal reflection, then the enemy's radar cross-section must be extremely small...

Anthony's instincts told him something was wrong.

"Everyone, please be careful, there may be an approaching UFO,"

Anthony informed the players seriously.

“Stay alert and be prepared to turn at any time.”

"Here we go again, the captain's 'sixth sense',"

Jackson scoffed, but still glanced around as if it were his normal routine.

“I didn’t see anything, and the radar was clean. Maybe it was a seabird or a weather balloon.”

Rodriguez looked up at the boundless blue sky and patted the dashboard confidently.

"Don't worry, Captain. Even if there are Dragon Country planes, with our F-15s, they would only dare to watch from afar—"

Just as Rodriguez finished speaking, a silver light suddenly flashed from above, as fast as a bolt of lightning across the sky.

It wasn't a natural phenomenon, it was a flying machine - but it was incredibly fast!

The three experienced pilots didn't even have time to see its outline clearly, and only caught a vague triangular silhouette that disappeared in an instant.