"John! With your team, immediately return to the landing!"
"I don't care what methods or means you use, whatever the cost, you must stop those damned camels at all costs!"
"If those camels break through your defenses, you can expect to face the Tribunal!"
Bang!!!
After a burst of rage, before the person on the other end of the receiver could respond, Steve threw his handheld communicator onto the desk beside him.
With excessive force, even the military-grade material of the communicator was instantly shattered into pieces!
And even the metal desktop was left with a deep groove from the impact.
Facing the enraged Steve, everyone in the command center was frozen in silence.
Apart from the continuous beeping of the alarms from all the instruments, there was not a single sound.
Unknown to how much time had passed, as if a day, and yet as if a century, Steve's hoarse voice finally rang out after a long silence:
"Command! Air Squadrons One, Two, Three, and Four, immediately proceed to Sector 47 to assist the Falcon Squadron in intercepting the camouflaged camel fighter jets!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed.
"Sir, Air Squadrons One through Four consist of only standard Falcon and Eagle fighters, and they are no match for the stealth fighters. Sending them up would be...”
Instinctively, Paul, the black and white eagle commander standing next to Steve, spoke up directly.
However, before he could finish, Steve's voice once again rang out:
"Paul, I know they are not a match for the stealth fighters, but right now, we need them to work together with the Falcons to stop those damned natives!"
"You should be well aware that if those cursed natives' stealth fighters break through our defenses, all the efforts and sacrifices we have made will be for nothing! Our Black and White Eagle village will be utterly defeated!!"
Steve roared in anger.
Companioned by Steve's voice, Paul fell silent abruptly.
Several other commanders beside him opened their mouths several times to say something, but in the end, all the commanders in the command center were unable to utter a single word.
Everyone knew that sending these conventional third-generation and fourth-generation aircraft such as falcon and eagle to face the stealth fighters would be a one-sided wipeout!
But, they had no choice!
Now that the Falcons are defeated, forcing them to face the enemy would only result in heavy losses for the Falcons, possibly even their complete annihilation!
These two Falcon Squadrons are half of their stealth fighter aircraft, and also the only stealth fighter aircraft they have on this side of the desert!
If these two squadrons were to be completely wiped out, then they would have no means to retaliate on this side of the desert!
By then, these falcons and eagle fighters would become prey for the camel stealth fighters!
So, they have no choice but to let these planes take off, even if they can't pose a threat to the camel stealth fighters, at least they can try to consume the missiles of the camel stealth fighters as much as possible!
To secure more chances of victory for the Falcons!
This is their only chance for victory!
...
At the same time, on the other side ——
"Fuck!"
Listening to the blind sound coming from the earmuffs.
The pilot of a Falcon fighter jet that was flying at full speed and retreating had a grim face.
"Bitches! Fucking bastards, why don't you come up to intercept yourselves? Fuck you, Squid!"
A series of curses kept coming out of his mouth.
Interception?
Intercept at any cost?
That sounds good, but the people facing those ghosts aren't these guys.
These commanders were all hiding in underground high-strength reinforced concrete fortresses at least several meters deep from the ground, where even massive air bombs couldn't destroy them, talking without suffering from any physical strain!
They are the ones who have to confront the stealth fighters in the hands of the camels!
Any carelessness might turn them into cannon fodder in the sky!
And in the end, they might not even find their bodies!
By then, when news of their defeat reaches the village, the big shots of the Round Table may not even leave them a pension!
Of course, these pilots who can fly the Falcons are all elite, even aces.
In most cases, even if just to establish a reputation for themselves, those gentlemen are unlikely to really withhold their meager pensions from them.
Even if there is a chance to use them to establish a heroic image and encourage more cannon fodder to fight on the battlefield.
In that case, their pensions and whatnot will most likely not be missed, and even more so.
But what does that matter??
No matter how much money they receive in compensation, can they really use it all?
Don't talk about sacrificing for the village.
The Black and White Eagle village itself is a conglomeration of interests, with everyone gathered together for the sake of profit.
The concepts of family and honor can be incredibly faint in their hearts.
Especially the latter, even if they yearn for honor, it's only because of the benefits hidden behind honor!
As for the honor itself?
Who cares?
Now that their Black and White Eagle village has enlisted over a million soldiers, they can find 10,000…
No, even less than 10,000, can they find a thousand people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the village?
So, let them make any sacrifice?
"Fuck!"
Thinking about these things, the pilots or commanders of the Falcon squadrons couldn't help but curse again.
However, in the end, he had to grit his teeth and open his mouth:
"All, immediately return to base! Engage the enemy!"
Anger aside.
But the commander of the Falcons could only execute the order.
He was well aware that if they continued to flee, even if he landed, there would only be one outcome, and that was to end up being eaten like peanuts!
Ordinary pilots might still have a chance to survive, especially now that the war is urgent and their village needs people. Elite pilots are likely not to be executed, but he certainly cannot because he is the commander of the Falcons!
"Return to base??"
Hearing the commander's voice, the other Falcon pilots and commanders who were frantically escaping all let out a series of gasps.
"Sir, the stealth planes of the camels are more advanced than ours. Moreover, they seem to have some technology that we don't know about or their radar can detect our existence at a distance of tens of kilometers or even further and easily circle around our radar and weak points to attack us. If we continue to engage them, our losses will only be heavier!"
A hasty voice directly transmitted through the communication channel into the ear of the Falcon commander John O'Denall.
Before John could respond, another voice spoke up again:
"John, we can't keep engaging these camels anymore. We know too little about their stealth planes. They can easily detect us and have significantly better speed and maneuverability than us!"
"Even if our radar happens to detect them, they can easily outmaneuver us and we will be at their mercy, unable to retaliate!"
"And their missiles are even more advanced than ours. They are so fast and their accuracy is far beyond our imagination!"
"As long as they launch their missiles within 30 kilometers, we will have no chance to counterattack. There is simply not enough time for us to make any meaningful response. We will have to choose to bail out, or risk crashing and dying!"
Another voice, incredibly solemn, rang out.
John easily identified the identity of the speaker.
It was the commander of another Falcon Squadron, as well as the deputy commander of their two Falcon Squadrons, Philip.
Hearing this, John fell silent.
Of course, he knew these things.
As the commander of the Falcons, he had analyzed these issues in their brief contact.
Whether it was their radar, missiles, stealth performance, or maneuverability, the camels' stealth fighters were every bit as good as theirs and even better in some aspects!
Not to mention anything else, just the missiles alone were enough to send shivers down their spines!
In a strict sense, they haven't actually encountered the camels' air-to-air missiles for the first time.
But the ones they had encountered before were those Tians and Yings who launched their P15e missiles over 100 kilometers, or even 200 kilometers away.
The Tians and Yings are advanced, but they are not stealth fighters, and they are also very expensive, costing over a hundred million dollars.
So much so that even the camels can't use them as disposable items.
In order to protect the Tians and Yings as much as possible, the camels' attacks on their Black and White Eagle village were mostly carried out using radar and missiles, from a distance where their Black and White Eagle village's missiles and fighters could not yet lock onto them.
As a result, while the P15e's performance was advanced and its speed terrifying, they still had enough time to react at distances of over 100 kilometers or even 200 kilometers.
However, these camel stealth fighters have now reduced this distance to just a few tens of kilometers, or even closer to just a few dozen kilometers!
This range is already in the "no escape zone" for the P15e air-to-air missiles!
At a speed of five Mach, it takes only a few seconds to reach there!
Practically speaking, as long as they are locked on, there is no way to escape!
As for the situation in movies where missiles chase after fighter jets and the jets perform various dazzling and impressive maneuvers to shake off the missiles.
That's all hogwash!
Forget about the P15e, a missile with a speed of 1700 meters per second. Even their own AIm120D, a air-to-air missile with a speed of four Mach, which was newly developed and produced by their Black and White Eagle village, is impossible to follow the jet's tail!
But as soon as the missile enters the no escape zone, no matter how your engines are burning and smoking, you have no choice but to kneel down!
The old polar bear pilots flying fighter jets to trick their air-to-air missiles, like it used to be, is no longer possible. After all, back then, their air-to-air missiles only traveled at 2.5 Mach.
And now, with speeds of four to five Mach, up to 1300 or even 1700 meters per second, do you still expect the missile to follow the tail of the fighter and perform maneuvers?
Whether you can react in time or not, let alone whether the fighter can support you to perform such super maneuvers, the degree of overload you have to endure in that situation is something your body can withstand?
Air-to-air missiles can easily withstand dozens of G-forces, but how many G-forces can your human body withstand?
It is precisely because John, as the commander, analyzed and judged these serious problems in the first place and also took life-saving considerations into account, that he ordered a direct retreat.
John was well aware that continuing to engage these stealth fighters of the camels without understanding their weaknesses or performance would only result in unimaginable heavy losses for them.
It could even cost them their lives!
However, the issue is no longer just about the camel planes, but rather the orders from the command center!
"Philip, Commander Steve just sent a message commanding us to return and engage the enemy, or we, including you and I, will all be sent to the court-martial!"
After a moment of silence, John's hoarse voice quietly echoed through the communication channel.
"……"
The hoarse voice passed, and the entire communication channel fell into silence.
They had no choice.
"All, immediately return to base and engage the enemy!"
After a long time, John's voice rang out again.
With his words finished, John made a sharp turn and reversed course, just like a soldier charging into battle to the death, heading back towards the original combat area.
Looking at the internal communication signals from John's aircraft in the public signal, the remaining pilots of the Falcon were all silent.
After another long silence, Philip also turned around and flew back towards the rear.
If they confront the enemy, there might still be a chance to survive if they win.
If they don't confront the enemy, not only will they not have a chance to survive if they win, but they will also be directly sent to the court-martial as soon as they land, regardless of whether they are destroyed on the airport or not!
Especially their commanders, all of them will have to eat peanuts!
Their only chance to survive is to make a desperate fight!
Of course, at this moment, Philip also considered another option - mutiny!
But this thought was instantly suppressed by Philip.
Mutiny? Even if the camels accepted their mutiny, their chance to survive would still be slim.
After all, even the senior commanders of the camels can be killed silently by them, much less those who are mutineers...
With the two commanders leading the way, the rest of the commanders also gritted their teeth, turned around, and flew back in the direction from which they had come.
The others, though fearful in their hearts, had no choice but to follow.
"Why didn't the Black and White Eagles run?"
Seeing the information returned by the Tianxing satellite system, the camel command center was surprised to see a group of camel commanders.
Previously, during the Falcon's rout, they had not chosen to pursue with full force. They had only let the Saint Dragon Detachment follow behind the Falcons at normal cruise speed, even at subsonic speed.
After all, running away from the temple cannot save the monk.
No matter how fast the Falcons run, they will eventually have to return to the airport.
They just needed to go straight to the airport.
They didn't need to accelerate to the same extent as the fast-moving Falcons who were escaping.
Therefore, those Falcons quickly withdrew from the battlefield.
But they hadn't expected that now, the Falcons would all return!
Just as everyone was puzzled, a voice quietly rang out:
"Report! Tianxing has detected large-scale abnormal movements from the Black and White Eagle fighter jets! The Warhawks and Eagle fighter jets are now moving towards the combat area of the Falcons and our stealth fighters!"
Hearing this, everyone snapped back to attention.
"Warhawks and Eagle fighter jets? These Black and White Eagles are crazy?"
An commander from one of the camels couldn't help but speak up.
The Warhawk and the Eagle were once among the names synonymous with the most advanced fighter jets on Blue Star.
However, these fighter jets are now unable to defeat even their camel's Tians and Yings.
Under these circumstances, how could they dare to come and stir up trouble with their Saint Dragon fighters?
Are they mad?
Mordalharr moved in his heart.
After a moment of thought, a spark of intelligence flickered in Mordalharr's eyes:
"No, they're not crazy, they're just planning to fight us to the death!"
