"Look what they're doing" As two F\A18E Class Hornets skimmed the deck of the USS Carl Vinson at low altitude, the pilot of the No. 2 aircraft suddenly exclaimed.
Richard looked down at the deck, and there seemed to be lights on the flight deck at this time, and it seemed that someone had taken out an emergency flashlight and shook it into the sky.
"What are they doing," said Richard, "and there seemed to be a lot of people on deck, running to the deck." ” After all, the "Class Hornet" was not a reconnaissance plane, and it was relatively fast, and it swept over at once, and did not see it clearly.
"Let's go back and see."
Richard felt as if he had some clue, and it was clear that the sailors on the deck seemed to be conveying some information to himself in the way he had just done.
What's wrong with them so much communication equipment on the ship, why don't you call them, the channel is universal, even if the military channel fails, there is also a universal international civilian channel, are these guys crazy, run to the deck and shake something Turning around in the air, the two Hornets slowed down their flight and reconnoitred at a low altitude again.
The deck, which had been pitch black, seemed to be moving a lot, and the light from the flashlight was not much brighter than the fireflies from a distance, but it seemed that many people were running on the deck with flashlights in their hands.
Richard watched all of this suspiciously, trying to reduce his flight so that he could see as closely as possible what the neurotic sailors were doing as he could when he flew past the Carl Vinson.
Soon, the lights on the deck gradually converged to form several English letters.
When Richard saw the letters, he was speechless in shock.
The pilot of the second wingman also exclaimed at this time, "Look, they are posing SOS and they are asking us for help."
"My God, what the hell is going on" Richard finally saw the situation on the deck this time, and in line with what the pilot of the No. 2 plane said, the sailors on the deck were indeed lying on the ground, using their human bodies to form three huge letters, relying on the role of flashlights and reflective clothing on their bodies, in the dark night, the three "SOS" letters were very dazzling.
Richard hurriedly pressed the shoot button and filmed the deck with an infrared camera.
A small light on the right side of the central control screen suddenly turned red, and then a rapid beep sounded, filling the entire cockpit It was the AN\AR67 radar warning receiving device installed on the F\A18E "class Hornet", which can detect, analyze, classify and take countermeasures against various electronic threats.
"shi\t" The pilot of the No. 2 aircraft shouted at the same time, "I was locked by the fire control radar, they locked me" "Me too" A layer of cold sweat oozed from Richard's forehead, he didn't know which ship's fire control radar had locked on to him and his wingman, but it was definitely not a kind gesture.
I'm their allies, what the hell is wrong with these guys, they're crazy to lock themselves in "Control center, we are locked by fire control radar and they are going to attack us" Richard finished reporting, and immediately turned on all the jamming systems of the FIR electronic pod, and the powerful electronic jamming system began to work.
Richard turned his head and saw a huge flame coming out of the bow of one of the Ticonderoga-class cruisers in the fleet, and two missiles were lifted into the air.
ODO vertical firing system, which is loaded with 122 cruise missiles and "Standard" 3 anti-aircraft missiles.
The lights on the instrument panel flickered even more frantically, the entire cockpit was shrouded in red light, adrenaline rush secretion, and Captain Richard felt his pores open one by one, and the cold hairs stood up one by one, like a fried cat.
"Avoiding interference" He can't care about his wingman, that rookie is also a fighter pilot, at this time everything he learned in school and other air squadrons before will be used here to the extreme, whether he can save his life is up to him.
The "Class Hornet" suddenly raised its head, the fuselage was pulled up, a shield-shaped white sound barrier appeared on the rear of the wing, and the accelerator of the aircraft was pushed to the extreme.
Richard felt like he had been pressed against his shoulders with both hands, and he was pressed against the seat as if he had been pressed against a huge stone, and he could barely breathe.
On the front dashboard, the number of G under pressure is increasing 3g 4g 5g This is the number of G produced when the degree is urgent, ordinary people will be dizzy after two G, the most exciting roller coaster can reach up to 5G, when this G number is reached, most people will faint briefly.
Trained pilots can withstand more than 5g of aug, they can tighten their leg and abdominal muscles, and use special breathing to maintain the normal blood supply to the brain, Richard once received 9g augmentation when he was training, which is his record.
However, not fainting does not mean that it is comfortable, Richard feels that the blood in his upper body is going to be drained, the plane is constantly increasing, and he must pay attention to the G number of the increase at any time, this F\A18E "Class Hornet" has a maximum of about 75G in the maximum number of G, and it will disintegrate in the air after that.
At the same time, Richard must pay attention to the distance between the missile and the aircraft, in fact, the aircraft increase is just a little longer, so that the FIR electronic pod has enough time to interfere with the "Standard" 3 anti-aircraft missiles fired at him, even if the performance of the "Class Hornet" is excellent, it will definitely not outrun the "Standard" 3 missiles with up to 8 times the tone.
Dozens of jamming bombs were cut through the sky like fireworks, just like listening to a girl scattering flowers, which was very beautiful.
The two F\118E "Class Hornets" used all their skills and appeared in eighteen martial arts, with only one purpose to avoid the Standard 3 anti-aircraft missiles.
At this time, in the command and control center of the USS Carl Vinson, the door was slammed open, and the deputy captain, Lieutenant Commander Owen, broke in angrily.
Captain Mendez was killed by a mysterious woman, and the 6 fighters on the aircraft carrier searched the entire aircraft carrier but did not find anyone, and what was even worse was that the entire aircraft carrier formation suddenly lost control in a matter of seconds.
That's right, it's out of control.
The electronic control systems, waypoints, fire control, and other systems of more than a dozen ships of various types in the entire formation all crashed, and the power systems were cut off It was a fantasy, Vice Captain Owen had never seen such an accident, and just as they were scrambling to send people everywhere to find the cause of the malfunction, there was good news that two "Class Hornets" flew into the sky and looked like their allies.
Lieutenant Colonel Owen saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness, otherwise the consequences of losing power in the vast Indian Ocean would be severe, as nuclear reactors would require huge amounts of electricity to keep them cool, and losing power would mean that the temperature would rise, and then it would grow and explode That would be a catastrophe for humanity.
However, the maintenance worker soon told him the good news that the power supply in the nuclear reactor was normal, but the shop for the command, communication, fire control and other systems was cut off.
What the hell is this Owen saw the two Hornets and almost lay down on the deck to form a letter calling for help, only by sending a new ship to tow his fleet away, or sending an expert to board the ship, it would be possible to solve the problem.
It's just that, suddenly, the fire control system, which had already been turned off, actually came to life on its own, and this is nothing, the most terrible thing is that it actually automatically locked on two F\A18E "class Hornets" in the sky, and also fired two "Standard" 3 anti-aircraft missiles "shi\t" Vice Captain Owen slammed open the hatch of the control room and rushed inside, "Who made you shoot anti-aircraft missiles, that is our own fighter":