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"All units! Disperse immediately! Perform irregular evasive maneuvers!"

After a brief period of mental paralysis caused by fear.

The fighting instinct of an ace pilot in Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell finally prevailed again.

He forced himself to calm down and gave the only correct order to all surviving team members through the tactical channel.

The remaining forty-five Golden Eagle fighter jets, like a flock of frightened birds, instantly disrupted the originally tight attack formation.

They took advantage of the unparalleled subsonic maneuverability brought by their forward-swept wings and began to perform various irregular, dazzling serpentine maneuvers and high-speed rolls in the sky.

In this way, they tried to escape the invisible, ghostly lock.

"Turn on all active electronic jamming! Use maximum power! Turn the electromagnetic spectrum in this sky into a pot of damn boiling porridge!"

Maxwell roared again.

At one time, all the "Golden Eagle" fighter jets activated their onboard "Khibiny" electronic warfare systems, which were newly developed by the Russians.

The powerful jamming radio waves instantly covered the airspace within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, trying to make the enemy's radar and missile seekers "blind" and "deaf".

"Watch your rear! Pay attention to visual search! The enemy must be near us! He can't really be a ghost!"

Maxwell kept reminding his teammates and himself.

However, just as he fell into this tense, almost neurotic meditation.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two more huge, dull explosions were clearly transmitted to his ears through the radio!

Maxwell's heart skipped a beat!

He immediately looked behind him to the right.

He saw that his two wingmen, the two "Golden Eagle" fighter planes that had just been behind him and loyally guarding him, had now turned into two huge, brilliant and deadly fireballs that rapidly expanded and disintegrated in the air!

The wreckage of the plane fell helplessly toward the ground below, like torn pieces of black paper, mixed with billowing smoke.

"Do not--!!!"

Maxwell let out a howl of grief.

However, what made him feel most horrified and desperate was.

From beginning to end, he was driving his plane's most advanced 360-degree all-directional detection early warning radar.

But on his radar screen, he didn't see even the slightest signal or shadow of the incoming missile!

Those missiles seemed to appear out of thin air, teleported directly from another dimension to the side of his teammate's plane, and then detonated!

This was completely beyond his understanding of air combat!

This is not a fair fight at all, it can't even be called a fight!

This is a one-sided dimensionality reduction massacre from a higher-dimensional civilization!

"Devil...we have encountered the devil..."

A young American pilot let out a tearful cry in the channel.

Panic, like an inextinguishable plague, spread wildly throughout the entire "Golden Eagle" formation.

The remaining pilots completely lost all their will to fight.

They no longer obeyed Maxwell's command, but like a group of headless flies whose nest had been poked, they flew their planes and fled in all directions desperately!

They just want to escape from this damn deathly airspace shrouded in ghosts!

They just want to survive!

However, the invisible "ghost" had no intention of letting any of them go.

Harrisburg, Joint Headquarters.

Fang Yu was sitting calmly in the futuristic, semi-reclining commander's cockpit.

In front of him, the huge immersive circular main screen was clearly showing all the situations of the entire air combat battlefield from a "God's perspective".

In the center of the screen, there are forty-three red dots representing "Golden Eagles" fleeing frantically.

And around these red spots of light, there are hundreds of smaller blue spots that are constantly flashing, representing the Dragon Country's unmanned attack aircraft.

Some of these blue spots of light come from the "Jiutian" drone carrier in the sky.

The other part comes from drone launchers on the ground disguised as civilian trucks.

More importantly, above the entire battlefield, the KJ-3000 "Watchman" early warning aircraft, like an omniscient god, covered the entire battlefield with its ubiquitous and powerful data link network.

It integrates all information about enemy and friendly units - location, speed, altitude, status - and then, through an artificial intelligence air combat command system called "Nuwa" with autonomous learning and computing capabilities, performs analysis, calculations, and decisions at a terrifying speed of billions of times per second.

"'Nuwa', report the battle situation." Fang Yu spoke lightly, his voice seemed to be the only will of this entire huge intelligent air combat system.

"Report to the Commander," a cold, emotionless electronic voice immediately echoed from the command cabin. "The enemy formation has been thrown into complete disarray and is fleeing in different directions. Our 'swarm' of unmanned attack aircraft has completed the division and encirclement of all targets."

"According to calculations, three to five Patrol-2 attack units have been assigned to each enemy target."

"Attack plan generated, estimated success rate 98.7%. Authorize execution of the final plan, 'Swarm Strangulation'?"

A cold smile appeared on Fang Yu's lips.

He looked at the red spots on the screen that were making their final struggle like prey caught in a spider web, and gently said the word that would determine their ultimate fate.

“Authorization.”

High in the sky, the "Golden Eagle" pilots who were fleeing frantically had no idea that they were surrounded by an invisible dragnet composed of hundreds of unmanned attack aircraft equipped with artificial intelligence.

It had quietly opened completely above and around their heads.

Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell was flying his Golden Eagle at maximum thrust, madly fleeing towards the base in New York State.

He didn't even dare to look back. He just wanted to get as far away from that cursed airspace as possible.

Suddenly, his onboard radar sounded the sharpest and most shrill alarm ever!

His radar screen was instantly filled with dense red missile signals attacking him from all directions at the same time!

Some of those signals came from above his head, some from below him, and some from his left and right sides!

He was like an unlucky guy who suddenly broke into a wasp's nest and was attacked by thousands of angry wasps from every possible angle!

“No… No—!!!”

He let out the last desperate and unwilling roar of his life.

Then, his cockpit, his body, and his "Golden Eagle" fighter, which he once took pride in, were hit by dozens of miniature air-to-air missiles at the same time.

In an instant, it was blown into a huge fireball that was brighter and more brilliant than the sun.

And such a scene is happening at the same time in every corner of this airspace.

Those ace pilots of the once invincible "Bear Eagle Alliance" could not even make a decent counterattack in front of the Dragon Country's new artificial intelligence "swarm" combat system. They were completely cleared from the sky one by one like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

five minutes later.

The cold and emotionless voice of "Nuwa" sounded again in the command cabin.

"Report to the commander. All forty-eight enemy air targets have been eliminated. Thirty-seven of our 'swarm' units have been lost. Mission accomplished."

"'The Hunt' is over."

Fang Yu calmly took off his tactical goggles, picked up the cup of tea that had long since gone cold on the table, and took a sip.

General Song Zhenhua beside him was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth wide, like a landlubber who saw the ocean for the first time. His brain had been so overwhelmed that he completely lost the ability to think.

He finally understood the true meaning of Fang Yu's previous words, "Dog fight? Even dogs won't do it!"

In the face of the absolutely overwhelming system and information advantages, the so-called personal skills and aircraft maneuverability have become so ridiculous and meaningless.

This is what future air combat will look like.

This is the real "new system" that Dragon Country has prepared for this world.