The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 480: Annihilation, Secret Talk, Choice (6k)

The night slowly fell like a thick curtain, the stars twinkled among the sparse clouds, and the silent night sky above London was quietly torn apart by an unprecedented air battle.

The 4561 fighters of the F-16 fighter squadron of Night Falcon 24 quietly spread out like falcons in the dark night, forming a tight fan-shaped formation and circling in the night sky. Each team maintained close tactical coordination, ready to meet unknown challenges.

"Attention squadron, enemy situation updated!"

In the tactical channel, the communicator's voice was urgent and firm, and he quickly conveyed the intelligence to every pilot through the radio: "The UFO is 22 miles away from us, at an altitude of about 18000 feet. The preliminary judgment is that it has a non-traditional weapon system and is extremely threatening."

"Received. All aircraft prepare to launch AIM-120 missiles." The squadron leader's calm voice came through the headset, like a stabilizing force, stabilizing the tense atmosphere within the team.

Night Falcon 4561 quickly locked onto the target within the red box on the fire control radar. With a finger lightly touching the launch button, the whistling sound of the missile cut through the night sky and headed straight for the target at a speed of Mach .

He stared at the radar screen, his heart beating faster and faster as the missile approached, looking forward to that decisive moment.

Normally, at this distance, the enemy aircraft has already entered the no-escape zone of the medium-range air-to-air missiles. After a round of launching, you can relax and you will soon hear the order to return.

However, as an experienced pilot, Night Falcon 4561 knew that although beyond visual range strikes had advantages, he could not be careless in the face of such a mysterious opponent. Years of combat experience told him that this situation was a little unusual.

As expected, "Report! The target is maneuvering at high speed. Our missiles cannot keep up with its speed and are about to lose lock!" The data displayed on the radar screen was shocking, and Night Falcon 4561 nervously reported to the commander.

Then, an even more incredible scene appeared. The missile's trajectory suddenly stopped on the screen, as if it had encountered some kind of obstacle.

Immediately afterwards, a blazing sword energy broke through the air from the enemy's direction, split into four and hit their missiles accurately.

The missile exploded in the air, turning into a flash of fire, as short-lived and dazzling as a meteor. Night Falcon 4561 was filled with doubt and fear: "How could he...how could he do that?" Such speed and reaction ability were beyond his comprehension.

"Don't panic, maintain formation and continue attacking." The squadron leader's voice rang out again, guiding them forward like a compass.

After a brief tactical discussion, everyone decided to adopt a more flexible dispersed attack method.

Night Falcon 4561 drove the fighter to the right side of the target and fired an AIM-120 missile. At the same time, other teammates also launched attacks from different directions, forming a dense firepower network.

"The missile has been launched, be careful to avoid it!" Following the squadron leader's order, another eight AIM-120 missiles streaked across the night sky, heading straight for Zhao Qing with the hope and faith of the entire squadron.

However, Zhao Qing seemed to have the ability to predict the future, and could always accurately judge the trajectory of missiles and the movements of fighter planes. She moved like lightning in the night sky, and each swing of her sword could accurately cut off the incoming missiles.

As time went on, the F-16 fighter squadron began to realize that facing a powerful practitioner like Zhao Qing, traditional beyond-visual-range missile attacks seemed to have lost their effect. They could only allow him to approach continuously, while their attacks were ineffective like a drop in the ocean.

"Sir, I have sighted the target, which is maneuvering at high speed. The current distance is about five and a half miles."

As one of the few at the front of the group, Night Falcon 4561 was the first to discover the enemy's new traces. He quickly reported to the leader and adjusted the fighter's attitude, preparing to perform a cobra maneuver to avoid the possible sword energy that might attack again.

The fighter plane circled rapidly in the night sky. Night Falcon 4561 opened the afterburner, gripped the joystick tightly, and felt the pressure brought by the overload.

At this critical moment, any small mistake may lead to failure or even death. You must remain calm and control the fighter plane accurately.

Various tactics and strategies raced through his mind, trying to find a way to defeat this mysterious opponent.

"Received, all aircraft remain alert, keep a distance from each other, and look for the best time to attack." The squadron leader's order came again, and Night Falcon 4561 quickly understood his intention. The squadron must disperse and attack the target from different angles to disrupt the enemy's rhythm.

Night Falcon No. 4561 drove the fighter plane into a rapid dive, then pulled the nose of the plane sharply and performed a half roll inverted. This was to avoid the sword energy that might attack from above, and also to adjust the attack angle.

"Try to attack using short-range missiles and aircraft guns!" the squadron leader gave the order decisively.

Night Falcon 4561 immediately switched to short-range attack mode, maintained close communication with teammates, jointly looked for attack opportunities, and tentatively fired several rounds with the M61A1 Vulcan 20mm cannon. The dense rain of bullets poured out like a torrential rain, intending to cover the opponent's advance trajectory.

However, the UFO seemed to possess magical powers. It either cleverly avoided the attacks of the aircraft group, or forced its way through the trajectory of the tracer bullets, easily ignoring the power of the aircraft cannon.

In addition, several AIM-9X missiles fired over the shoulder achieved high maneuverability with an overload of more than 50G through vector control and infrared imaging technology, and had extremely strong anti-interference capabilities, but in front of this mysterious and powerful enemy, they were easily resolved as if it were child's play.

"The dogfight missile was intercepted!" A teammate exclaimed over the intercom. Night Falcon 4561 quickly adjusted the fighter's attitude and prepared for the next round of attack. But at this moment, he found that the target had disappeared from the radar screen.

"Where did he go?" Night Falcon 4561 asked nervously, feeling uneasy. In this dark sky, every slight movement could hide a deadly threat.

At this moment, a flash of sword light suddenly flashed from behind his fighter plane, followed by a violent vibration. The pilot instantly understood what happened, but it was too late to react.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! 7 o'clock!" Night Falcon 4561 shouted loudly, and at the same time urgently controlled the fighter to perform a defensive maneuver. However, it was too late. An F-16 fighter behind exploded under the impact of the sword energy and turned into an expanding fireball.

"Attention! It's approaching!" A warning came from his companions in the headset. Night Falcon 4561 looked up and saw that the UFO was approaching rapidly. Its speed was at least more than Mach 5, making it almost impossible to react.

"Impossible! What is this?" Night Falcon 4561 exclaimed, his heartbeat almost jumping out of his chest. He had never seen such a strange enemy before. It seemed to be unconstrained by any laws of physics and could easily dodge all attacks.

"Keep calm! Execute a low and strong maneuver!" The squadron leader responded quickly. At this critical moment, his order was as important as a life-saving straw.

At a staggered moment, Night Falcon 4561 held the control stick tightly and drove the F-16 fighter to perform a low and strong turn. The fuselage drew a graceful arc in the air, trying to occupy a favorable position.

He tried his best to control the overload within an acceptable range, but the strong centrifugal force still made him feel suffocated.

However, the UFO suddenly released a strong airflow. The Night Falcon 4561 fighter was shaken violently by the airflow and almost lost control.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to stabilize the fighter's posture. The body of the plane kept rolling in the air, trying to get rid of the opponent's attack through this difficult maneuver.

However, the UFO did not seem to let go of Night Falcon 4561. It followed the F16 fighter closely like a stream of blue light. Every roll and every maneuver made Night Falcon 4561 feel unprecedented pressure and challenge.

Night Falcon No. 4561 could feel the trembling and groaning of the fuselage under high overload, as well as the damage and surging of the engine. Every roll seemed to throw him out of the cockpit, but he knew that he could not give up and had to fight for a glimmer of hope for the squadron.

Night Falcon 4561 tried to attack again, but was cleverly avoided by the UFO every time. Its speed and maneuverability made it impossible for everyone to grasp its pattern.

"Requesting support! Requesting support!" He anxiously called to the base, but his voice seemed to be swallowed up in the distant night sky, and there was no response.

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"The anti-aircraft weapons of the fighter jets are still too weak, and they are really not threatening... and their defense is also shockingly low. They are just a bunch of squishy creatures."

He slashed out with a sword from a distance and hit the fuel tank of the F4561 piloted by Night Falcon No. 16. Looking at the whole fighter plane being engulfed by the fireball, Zhao Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, saying that this battle was effortless.

Simply put, the most powerful weapon equipped on this group of F-16s, the AIM120 air-to-air missile, has a warhead of only 22 kg. The smaller AIM9 has a warhead of only about 10 kg. It uses large-scale high-explosive fragments or continuous rod warheads and can only deal with lightly armored units.

Similarly, the defense of most aircraft is only a layer of aluminum alloy skin a few millimeters thick on the surface, and inside is full of various equipment and important structures. Not to mention air-to-air missiles or aircraft cannons, even if it is hit by a large-caliber bullet, it will be penetrated on the spot.

When flying at high speeds, if a plane hits a large bird head-on, it will most likely catch fire instantly, causing serious damage to the aircraft, requiring an emergency landing, or even causing the plane to be destroyed and people to die.

Precisely because the defense of aircraft is difficult to improve and can be easily penetrated, air-to-air missiles have been developing in terms of speed, range, and anti-interference, and their lethality has almost never been improved. After all, the firepower has long been overflowing.

Such offensive and defensive data can be said to pose no threat to her. Apart from its high speed and decent maneuverability, it is simply a target flying into the sky. After rushing into the group of aircraft, it is a one-sided massacre, and the opponent has no power to fight back. In the final analysis, the design of fighter jets and air-to-air missiles has never considered targeting high-intensity single targets.

In fact, compared with launching useless airborne missiles, the most powerful way to cause harm to Zhao Qing is to directly crash into him with an airplane. After all, it is a metal shell weighing more than ten tons and traveling at a speed of Mach 2, and its kinetic energy is equivalent to more than half a ton of TNT equivalent.

Of course, compared with missiles that can overload up to tens of Gs, although many of the F16 pilots are mixed-race with extraordinary physique, they are limited by the strength of the aircraft. Even if the flight control restrictions are lifted, it is basically difficult to reach 10~15G. They are too bulky and therefore cannot hit her at all.

In this fierce air battle, no matter how hard the pilots tried, the outcome was determined from the beginning.

"However, if the enemy knew that I just killed a dragon, would they only send out a conventional force like this? At least they should replace it with some powerful heavy missiles." Zhao Qing continued to chase the fleeing aircraft group while thinking secretly in his heart:

"Is this another delaying tactic? An entire squadron of F16s costs hundreds of millions of dollars, and the pilots are even more valuable than the planes themselves. Is such a huge sacrifice just to allow the real weapons to arrive in time?"

She casually glanced at the several Sidewinder missiles attacking from a distance, dodged sideways, and threw the cannon bullet she had just grasped in her hand, smashing the missile's full-moving tail fin, greatly reducing its maneuverability and losing the ability to adjust its direction and movement posture.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Qing moved, as if he had merged with the air flow between heaven and earth. The long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, cutting through the dark night sky, leaving behind a series of silver tracks. As the sword was swung again and again, the air was gradually filled with ripples formed by the sword energy.

These ripples intertwined and collided in the air, like countless silver threads, gradually weaving into a huge sword energy net, which became denser and thicker, as if it could swallow everything and cover the entire airspace.

As the sword energy spread, the surrounding air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to fluctuate violently, and huge sword energy vortices gradually took shape.

They not only attract the surrounding air, but also beat like a huge heart, affecting the airflow of the entire airspace. The air is constantly stirred and pulled in these vortices, forming layers of rippled airflow, as turbulent as the waves of the sea.

The originally calm air was cut into long and narrow low-pressure areas. These low-pressure areas formed a strong airflow separation effect in the high-speed airflow, like sharp blades, tearing the air into pieces and continuously creating chaos.

This is basically a common method used by martial artists with supernatural powers to use the aura field to disrupt the vital energy of a large area of ​​heaven and earth, thereby affecting the enemy's replenishment and use of vital energy. When used on pure air, it has a remarkable effect.

Under the impact of this force, the F-16 fighter jets in the airspace fell into crisis one after another, and their engine air intakes were seriously affected.

The air that should have entered the engine smoothly was disturbed by the low-pressure area in the rippled airflow, forming an unstable airflow and further causing surge inside the engine.

This type of surge is fatal. The airflow oscillates along the compressor axis at a low frequency and high amplitude, causing the compressor blades to vibrate strongly in a short period of time, resulting in serious damage or even breakage.

The pilots tried to adjust the flight attitude and engine status, but to no avail.

Worse still, the flame in the combustion chamber also began to flow backwards. Due to the excessive surge of the compressor, the high-temperature combustion gas in the rear combustion chamber flowed back into the compressor, causing the flame that was supposed to burn in the combustion chamber to spray from the compressor to the front of the engine.

These few tenths of a second are enough for the high-temperature flame to burn all the compressor blades, causing the engine to be scrapped.

However, due to the statically unstable design of modern fighter jets, it is much more difficult for them to maintain their gliding posture than passenger planes. In such a chaotic airflow environment, there will be no other outcome for a single-engine fighter jet and it will inevitably get completely out of control.

One after another, the F-16 fighter planes fell into a state of stalling and spinning in the air, and fell to the ground. These eagles that once soared in the sky have now become falling meteors, disappearing into the sky with tragic and helpless feelings.

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"completely annihilated."

At the same time, in the depths of the Grampian Mountains in the Scottish Highlands, the headquarters of the Order of Solomon's Temple - a towering giant fortress, was quietly hidden in the mountains.

Inside the fortress, the atmosphere was heavy and dignified. A middle-aged man dressed as a knight stared intently at the rapidly disappearing light spot on the real-time radar screen. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then he sighed.

Opposite him, a messenger wearing a bird-beak-shaped leather mask sat quietly. His figure looked mysterious and strange under the dim light. In his hand, he was turning a gold coin engraved with the pattern of a fallen angel, which made a crisp "ding ding" sound and broke the dead silence.

"Hermes, I don't understand why you are so persistent in launching this act of revenge."

The messenger's voice was leisurely, but it contained a hint of sarcasm that was hard to conceal: "Although Dr. Wesker is the second-ranked knight of your organization and ranks first in life sciences, he has already been defeated and died. He has no original value. Isn't the wisest choice at this moment to retreat quickly and preserve your strength as much as possible?"

"The oath and honor between knights, someone like you who only understands the exchange of interests will never understand."

The high-ranking member of the Templar known as "Hermes" replied coldly, "Besides, every knight who merged with a dragon was injected with a high-speed regeneration potion to save his life. Unless there is no body left, there will always be some residual brain cells preserved."

"Using the stored personality model and the latest cloning facilities, we can try to 'restore' him... Although it is impossible to be as good as the original body, it is at least much better than 99% of the people in the organization. In addition, the information that may be left in the brain tissue is almost irreplaceable in value."

"Through this technology, we try to gather the souls and minds of the lost knights again. Although they cannot return to us completely, their spirits and memories will always be with us." Hermes added.

"In the final analysis, it's just a matter of interests."

The messenger under the bird-beak mask suddenly smiled and said, "Is the 'recovery' technology you mentioned allowed to be traded to foreign countries? Sell the relevant data to me, and the Holy Palace Medical Association will provide absolutely reliable assistance in this matter."

"That's not necessary." The Temple's top leader said succinctly, rejecting the proposal: "The forces we have deployed in the London area are sufficient to deal with this crisis and calm the subsequent fluctuations. As for your proposal, we are not interested."

"…You are quite confident!"

The messenger sighed, "By the way, can you sell those 'water monsters' you keep in Loch Ness? When you come to Scotland for a trip, you have to bring some souvenirs back... This time I brought two 'Halo' helicopters, which should be able to lift a sub-adult dragon!"

“These things are not for sale.”

The high-ranking officials of the Temple snorted coldly, "However, if you are willing to pay a premium of 5 billion US dollars... 3.5 billion... 2.5 billion US dollars or more, it is not impossible to sell some of them. A pure-blooded third-generation giant dragon is only sold at this price. It is a great value!"

"A pure-blooded third-generation breed? The third-generation breed may be true, but the pure bloodline is a complete lie." The messenger laughed and said, "Two hundred million dollars for one head, no more."

"Why don't you just go and rob them?" The Temple's top brass was furious. "Even if we feed them rare meat, it would cost nearly $1 million per head, not to mention the endless potential they hold. You want to buy a dragon for just 2 million? That's a joke."

The latest batch of "Loch Ness Monsters" were bred in the 20s, which is more than 30 years ago. Assuming that each monster only eats 0.1 tons of meat a day, after so many years, the total weight is undoubtedly thousands of tons, which is unbearable.

Hermes' rage made the atmosphere tense in an instant, and the rapidly expanding powerful spiritual field made the air seem to condense into gel, but the messenger under the bird-beak mask did not seem to be frightened. He gently shook the gold coins in his hand, as if thinking about something.

"Don't get excited. I'm just picking a topic to liven up the atmosphere... Speaking of which, your second fighter squadron stationed at the Royal Air Force Base in Nohot should be officially dispatched!"

The messenger looked at the watch inlaid with gemstones, and his voice revealed a hint of amusement and expectation: "From what I know, there seems to be another knight of yours in here? He will be the key figure in your revenge action, right?"

Hermes nodded, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. "Indeed, the second flight squadron is an elite team carefully selected and trained by our Temple. Not only do all of them have bloodlines above B+ level, they are also equipped with our latest developed alchemical weapons and equipment."

"Typhoon fighters with enhanced overall structure, several B-52 modified arsenal aircraft fully loaded with alchemical ammunition, AIM54 'Phoenix' special armor-piercing air-to-air missiles, AlM9X alchemical modified versions with nano-armor-piercing blades... and the final weapon: the nuclear Falcon."

"In order to have enough time to equip so many weapons, the first F-16 squadron used conventional configurations to intercept the target. This was just a necessary trade-off." The Temple high-ranking official said calmly: "I hope their sacrifice can bring enough benefits."

"Nuclear Falcon? This missile is really powerful. Combined with the abilities of the knights present, it seems that you have a sure win." The messenger under the bird-beak mask yawned: "Then I will take a short rest and wait to hear the victory report after the battle!"

Having said that, according to the latest intelligence obtained by "Hermes", almost at the same time as the second flight formation of the Temple attacked, a large number of fully loaded F-15 fighter jets had just taken off from the Royal Air Force Base in Leganheus, which is affiliated with the M Air Force European Command near Cambridge, northeast of London.

There is no doubt that the forces behind the command of these aircraft to participate in the war are definitely not the same as the Solomon Temple Society. They are very likely to be enemies and are most likely related to the alliance between the Secret Party and the Henkel family.

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