boyutpedia Chapter 467: The mysterious fighter plane shocked the world, and various forces were busy fighting
Chapter 467: The mysterious fighter plane shocked the world, and various forces were busy fighting
The sudden attack of a mysterious fighter jet completely reshaped the situation on a battlefield in the Second World War. Inside the Central Army's frontline headquarters, the chief of staff's hand trembled slightly as he gripped his telescope, his eyes fixed on the receding crimson trail in the sky. "Immediately report to Chongqing! Unidentified fighter jets have been spotted assisting in the battle, their weaponry far surpassing current capabilities!" The rapid tapping of coded messages echoed, and half an hour later, a top-secret document marked "Urgent" landed on Chiang Kai-shek's desk.
Chiang Kai-shek repeatedly stroked the edge of the telegram paper, his gaze shifting from behind his gold-rimmed glasses. On the mahogany table lay the "Memorandum of Air Support" he had just signed with an American diplomat, the ink still wet. The battle report's description of "mysterious fighters capable of turning at right angles" clearly surpassed American equipment. He suddenly slammed the document onto the table: "Let Dai Li investigate! Find out who's behind this!" Outside, a torrential rain poured down, and the Military Intelligence Bureau's secret reporting network was activated overnight.
A deafening silence fell over the Japanese headquarters in Peking. The duty officer scribbled the battle report onto a map, his finger pointing to the coordinates of the burning artillery position. "According to the pilot's last words, the enemy plane made an aerodynamically unsuccessful right-angle turn... The Imperial Air Force has never seen such a technique!" Commander Sugiyama Motomu stubbed out his cigarette, issued a gag order, and mobilized three squadrons to the area of the incident. The intelligence department's radio monitors worked overnight to decipher the intercepted messages, attempting to pinpoint the fighter plane's origin.
Inside the American Consulate in Chongqing, intelligence officer William stared intently at a grainy photo sent back by a war correspondent—in it, the stealthy silhouette of an F-35 fighter jet loomed through the smoke. He immediately sent a message to Washington: "Urgent from Chongqing! Advanced, non-US military aircraft have been discovered participating in combat operations in North China. Their capabilities appear to exceed existing development plans. We recommend activating the 'Skylark' intelligence network for verification." Meanwhile, at the British Concession intelligence station in Shanghai, British agents were stuffing printed photos of aircraft wreckage into a specially constructed coded box, preparing to ship it to London via submarine.
Inside an Eighth Route Army division headquarters during World War II, kerosene lamps cast flickering shadows on the brick walls. Old Liang handed the battle report to Old Chen, sighing with a smile, "These 'heavenly soldiers and generals' arrived just in time!" Old Chen stroked his beard and nodded, "Whatever force it was, at least it relieved our allies' urgent need." Old Zhou adjusted his glasses and circled the coordinates of the fighter plane on a map, "But we must be vigilant. I'm afraid the Japanese, the Chinese, and even the international forces won't sit idly by." Outside, a messenger wrapped in a straw raincoat rushed into the rain, quickly forwarding expedited letters to Yan'an and various anti-Japanese bases. The division's intelligence department had already intercepted frequent communications between Japanese and Western intelligence agents.
Inside the French intelligence station in Hong Kong, Agent Pierre stared at a coded telegram with a frown on his face. The message came from his informant within the Japanese Air Force: "The Empire is secretly investigating a flying machine capable of defying the laws of physics, suspected to be with the assistance of the African Union." He immediately reported the information to the Vichy government and forwarded a copy to his allies in Chongqing. Amidst the torrential rain and radio waves, an international intelligence game centered around the mysterious aircraft was quietly escalating.
Lei Tao, the culprit who caused all this chain reaction, has already flown an F35B fighter jet out of the Shanxi airspace and entered the Hebei airspace.
The blue light of the instrument panel danced on Lei Tao's sweaty forehead, and the F-35B vibrated violently as it passed through the air layer. He caught a glimpse of the chocolate bar in the secret compartment on the side of the console, but his right hand was tightly gripping the joystick. It was not until the navigation screen showed that it had entered the cruise phase that he freed his left hand and quickly tore off the protective gloves. His fingertips groped for the wrinkled wrapping paper in his pocket. The crisp sound of biting chocolate mixed with the roaring sound of the engine, and the sweet and bitter taste exploded on the tip of his tongue. He took a big gulp of warm water from the kettle, and with his Adam's apple rolling, he gripped the joystick again. He suddenly thought of entering the airspace of Hebei Province, where there was an important air force base deployed by the Japanese army - Shijiazhuang Daguo Village Airport.
Lei Tao launches the AN/APG-81 active phased array radar...
Radar ripples suddenly expanded on the holographic screen, the hum of the AN/APG-81 mingling with the hiss of the cockpit air conditioning. Lei Tao's pupils shrank slightly—the outline of Shijiazhuang Daguocun Airport slowly grew, pixel-wise, on the three-dimensional map. The heat signatures of seven Zero fighters, like scarlet snakes, slithered between the hangars east of the runway, while the metallic reflections from the underground ammunition depot shimmered eerily through the surface vegetation.
"An air defense position detected one hundred kilometers away!" an electronic synthesized voice suddenly exploded. Lei Tao yanked back on the joystick, and the F-35B traced a silver arc at 4000 meters. Infrared imaging showed eight Type 96 anti-aircraft gun emplacements hidden in the wheat fields, their barrels slowly rotating under the camouflage netting, following his maneuver trajectory. Sweat trickled down his spine into his flight suit, and he remembered the warning in the pre-departure database: the Japanese had integrated German radar technology into their air defenses.
The fighter suddenly shuddered violently as three Type 96 shells exploded 300 meters below, creating a deadly cloud of fragments. Lei Tao jerked the stick, and the F-35B's vector nozzles belched a dark blue tail of flame as it executed a physics-defying right-angle turn at 4000 meters. The maneuver instantly sent the g-meter through 8G, and the g-suit tightened around him like an iron hoop. Through the DAS's panoramic view, he saw seven Zero fighters swooping down from the clouds in a diamond formation, their wings adorned with mysterious cylinders painted with the insignia of a cherry blossom skull.
"It's a poison gas bomb!" Lei Tao immediately activated the AN/ALQ-239 electronic warfare system, sending jamming beams tumbling down towards the ground like a tsunami. However, the anticipated paralysis of the air defense network did not occur. The Type 96 anti-aircraft guns continued firing with their backup mechanical sights, their tracer rounds weaving a deadly web of fire around the aircraft.