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

"Mike?! If you hear me, please answer! Report your situation!"

The formation commander, Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell, whose heart had become extremely vigilant due to the previous battle with the Dragon J-20, suddenly sank.

An extremely ominous premonition, like a cold poisonous snake, instantly wrapped around his spine.

Still, there was dead silence.

"Hawkeye, this is Spear-1,"

Maxwell immediately switched to the communication channel with the early warning aircraft in the rear, his voice calm but speaking very quickly.

"Check Lance-12's flight data immediately! I've lost contact with him!"

A few seconds later, the early warning aircraft sent back a response that no one could understand.

"Lance-1, this is Hawkeye. Lance-12's IFF signal... is gone."

"The radar reflection signal... also disappeared. We didn't detect any explosion or debris signals. He... he simply disappeared into thin air."

Disappeared out of thin air.

These words were like a huge piece of ice thrown into a boiling oil pan.

The communication channel of the entire "Golden Eagle" formation exploded in an instant.

"What...what's going on?!"

"What do you mean disappeared? Can he become invisible?!"

"Could it be that his plane had some mechanical failure? Did it fall down?"

The pilots' voices were filled with fear and confusion.

They turned their heads frantically, scanning the vast expanse of sky around them, trying to find Mike's plane.

But in the blue sky, there was nothing except white clouds and the teammates around him.

There was no black smoke, no parachute, no distress signal.

Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell's back was instantly soaked with a layer of cold sweat.

He knew it was not a mechanical failure.

Every cell in his body was sending him the strongest warning - they were being watched by an invisible, powerful hunter.

"Terminate the mission! Everyone...!"

He almost subconsciously gave the order to retreat.

The voice in his heart, the fear of the unknown that was dominated by the ghost of the J-20 over Stalingrad, once again took over his mind.

However, just as he was about to say the word "retreat".

The Russian ace pilot named Ivan interrupted him with a sneer in his rough voice with a thick Russian accent.

"Oh, come on, Lieutenant Colonel! Don't act like a new soldier on his first battlefield!"

His voice was filled with disdain for Maxwell's overreaction.

"What do you mean disappeared out of thin air? I think it's probably just that damn communicator of his that's broken!"

"That's right!" Johnny immediately agreed, eager to show off to cover up the panic that flashed through his heart. "After all, these electronic devices like communicators and radars are all made by you, the Russians."

"It's well known that you Russians focus on heavy industry and light industry. Your engines and fuselages are built like gods, but these little gadgets..."

"Haha, compared to our Eagle Sauce stuff, it's still a little bit lacking. So, it's normal for the communicator to have some problems occasionally!"

Ivan didn't seem to notice the irony in Johnny's words. Instead, he nodded in agreement.

"Johnny's right! Our electronics really aren't as reliable as our vodka!"

"That idiot Mike is probably frantically typing away on his radio right now! He might catch up with us in a little while."

The two of them sang the same tune, downplaying the strange and terrifying loss of contact incident as a common "equipment failure."

"But..." Maxwell wanted to argue.

"But what? Lieutenant Colonel!" Ivan's tone became a little impatient. "Are you really going to make us, who have deployed forty-eight Golden Eagles, the most powerful air formation in human history, turn back in disgrace because of such a trivial matter?"

"Have you ever thought about this?" He began to calculate the economic costs. "The fuel we consumed on this mission alone is enough to power a small country for half a year! Add to that the aircraft wear and tear, ground support, and the cost of the AWACS flights..."

"All of that money adds up! It's all going to go to waste just because of a communicator that might be broken?"

"When you return, how will you explain this to Marshal Malinov? And how will you explain this to your new president, who has a bad temper?"

Johnny immediately added, his words being more direct and realistic.

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel! Don't forget, right now, General Johnson and Marshal Malinov are still in the headquarters at the airport, drinking coffee, waiting for us to bring back news of victory!"

"If we return empty-handed now and tell them that we abandoned the mission because 'one of our comm devices might be broken'..."

"Do you think our fate will be any better than being hit by a missile from Dragon Country?"

These words, like two sharp daggers, pierced into Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell's heart.

He was silent.

Yeah, the end.

He is a soldier, but he is also a politician who has been working in the bureaucracy for more than 20 years.

He knew better than anyone that in the Eagle Sauce army, a glorious defeat was far more acceptable than a shameful retreat.

He finally emerged from the shadow of the defeat in Stalingrad, and with his superb flying skills and qualifications, he was selected to become the commander of this ace formation.

For him, this is a golden opportunity to wash away the shame, win glory, and even be promoted to major general!

As long as... as long as this operation can succeed.

As long as he can lead this invincible "Golden Eagle" formation to achieve a great and resounding victory in the sky over Pennsylvania.

Then, all his previous mistakes will be written off.

He will become the hero of Eagle Sauce and the legendary commander who leads the "Bear Eagle Alliance" to turn the tide of the war!

A brilliant star path, huge wealth, and supreme glory will all beckon him.

But if he ordered a retreat now, simply because of an unproven "ominous premonition"...

He could almost imagine what was waiting for him.

Marshal Malinov's contemptuous and angry roar.

General Johnson's disappointed and cold eyes.

The domestic media was flooded with ridicule and attacks on him for being "cowardly" and "incompetent."

And...his bleak career would be completely over.

He had worked so hard to climb to where he was today. He absolutely could not waste this opportunity that could allow him to reach the top in one step just because of a possible "equipment failure"!