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Above the sky, an unprecedented aerial massacre is taking place.

After the initial shock, the remaining F-15 Eagle fighters quickly entered combat status.

These fighter jets, known as the "king of the sky", have never tasted defeat in air battles around the world. They are the most proud trump card of the American Air Force and the key weapon for General MacArthur to carry out precise strikes on the Soviet line of defense in Stalingrad.

However, today, these steel raptors are facing an unprecedented enemy.

An enemy they can't even see.

“The radar is not responding! I repeat, the radar is not responding!”

Captain Madison, the leader of the F-15 formation, shouted anxiously, his voice slightly sharp due to nervousness over the radio.

"All units, disperse immediately and adopt defensive formation!"

More than twenty F-15s quickly dispersed, forming a classic defensive formation, with each fighter maintaining an optimal tactical distance from adjacent fighters to ensure maximum observation range and firepower coverage.

This is a tactic they often use when facing numerically superior enemy aircraft, and it is usually able to effectively defend against attacks from different directions.

However, this time, conventional tactics completely failed.

“Damn it, I can’t see anything!”

Lieutenant Johnson cursed, his eyes fixed on the multi-function display in the cockpit.

The radar interface on the screen that should have displayed the position of the enemy aircraft was now blank, with only the green dot representing friendly forces flashing.

“Where the hell are they?”

The answer came in the most cruel way.

An almost invisible silver flash swooped down from the sky and accurately locked onto an F-15 on the outside of the formation.

Without any warning or radar alert signal, the fighter plane suddenly exploded into a fireball, and fragments flew everywhere in the sky.

"Martinson is shot down! Martinson is shot down!"

Panic cries erupted over the radio.

“Did anyone see where the attack came from?”

No one can answer this question.

Just as everyone was still in shock, the second and third F-15s were shot down one after another. They were like being harvested by the invisible god of death. Without any warning, they suddenly turned into flames in the sky.

"Attention everyone, emergency evasion!" Captain Madison's voice was already filled with panic. "I repeat, emergency evasion! Abandon the formation and find safe airspace!"

The F-15 formation disintegrated instantly, and each fighter began to perform various extreme maneuvers in an attempt to avoid the invisible killer.

Some climbed vertically, some dived rapidly, and some made difficult rolls and sharp turns, with their engines at full thrust, leaving white trails in the sky.

“Did anyone see them? Damn it, did anyone see them?”

Major Howard roared as he pushed his F-15 to its limits, performing a series of frantic maneuvers.

"The radar is still not responding, sir!" The signalman's voice was filled with fear. "We are flying completely blind!"

“I think I saw something!”

Suddenly, Lieutenant Williams' excited voice came over the radio.

"At two o'clock, at an altitude of about 11000 meters, there's a blurry shadow! I need to go up and see what's going on!"

"Williams, don't be impulsive! Wait a minute-"

Before Madison could finish her warning, Williams' screams came over the comms, followed by a harsh static noise.

As everyone watched, Williams' F-15 suddenly began to burn from the tail. A dazzling flash of fire streaked across the fuselage, and then the entire fighter disintegrated in the air, turning into a ball of twisted metal and flames.

Panic began to spread among the F-15 pilots.

They are the most rigorously trained and experienced fighter pilots in the world, but at this moment, they are facing a threat that is completely beyond their comprehension.

An invisible killer that can accurately shoot down their fighter planes beyond visual range and without being detected by radar.

“Oh my God, this is impossible!” a pilot’s voice trembled over the radio. “Are we fighting ghosts?”

That's when things got even worse.

Almost all F-15s' onboard radars began to experience severe interference at the same time, and the screen was filled with snow-like noise, causing the situational awareness capability, which was already almost lost, to completely collapse.

“The radar is being jammed!” Captain Madison shouted in despair. “My screen is full of snow! Communications are also being jammed!”

In fact, not only the radar and communications, but also the electronic countermeasures system and missile warning system on the F-15 began to fail.

These priceless and technologically advanced electronic devices seemed to have become useless decorations at this moment.

Panic completely destroyed the morale of this elite force.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!" Although General MacArthur issued the order to hold on and search for enemy planes through the ground command center, at this moment, the instinct of self-preservation has surpassed military discipline.

Captain Madison gave the order to retreat, "West, retreat at full speed back to base!"

The remaining F-15s began to turn around and fly west, with their thrusters fully opened, desperately trying to escape the airspace that had become a death trap.

However, they soon discovered that escape was no easier than fighting.

Without radar and communication coordination, pilots could only rely on their naked eyes to avoid collisions with their companions, which was an almost impossible task in a state of extreme panic and high-speed flight.

Just as Captain Madison's F-15 completed the turn, a fighter plane piloted by Lieutenant Thompson suddenly broke into his flight path from the side.

The two saw each other almost at the same time and tried to avoid collision through emergency maneuvers, but at extremely high speeds and extremely short reaction time, the effort was doomed to be futile.

The deafening sound of metal colliding with metal was clearly audible even in the thin air at high altitudes.

Two advanced fighter jets costing tens of millions of dollars were instantly turned into a pile of twisted metal fragments and exploding fireballs, and the fuel formed a spectacular and terrifying flame in the air.

There was no ejection, no possibility of survival. The two elite pilots and their fighter planes disappeared forever in the sky of Stalingrad.

This scene had a devastating psychological impact on the other pilots.

Not only do they have to face the ruthless hunting of mysterious enemies, but they also have to worry about the risk of collision with their companions.

In the panic, the formation was completely scattered, everyone was only concerned about their own survival, and the entire once proud F-15 formation became a mess.

"I think I see them!" Lieutenant Raymond suddenly shouted on the radio, his voice full of despair and anger, "At three o'clock, there is...there is something!"

“I want revenge!”

Amid the exclamations of others, the F-15 piloted by Raymond suddenly left the escape route and turned in the direction he described, preparing for a desperate counterattack.

He activated the onboard fire control system, trying to lock onto the looming target.

"Raymond, don't!" a companion's warning came over the radio, "It might be a trap!"

But Raymond had made his decision.

His F-15 accelerated toward the obscure target, and almost simultaneously, he launched two medium-range air-to-air missiles.

"Take this, you invisible bastard!"

Raymond roared, his eyes fixed on the missile's trajectory.

However, within seconds of the missile launch, an incredible scene appeared -

The two weapons, representing the most advanced missile technology of the United States, suddenly changed direction during flight, as if controlled by some mysterious force. They turned around and flew towards the F-15 that launched them!

“What? That’s impossible!”

Just as Raymond's last words were uttered, his fighter plane was hit by the missile he had launched and turned into pieces with a loud bang...