Soaring Through the Sky!

The alarm on the 815A continued to blare. With the attack from the three aircraft repelled, the fires were quickly brought under control. However, the ship's hull was now riddled with holes. Of the four spheres on top, one was scorched black, and the other three were in poor condition. The laser communication equipment was damaged and malfunctioning.

The Captain, binoculars trained on the aerial battle, let out a sigh of relief. At least the 815A was safe, though it would need a major overhaul at the shipyard.

"Professor! No! The battle is still ongoing, you can't go out!"

Inside the ship, several sailors were restraining a naval technical officer. Song Xizhu, her expressionless face betraying nothing, calmly addressed two sailors. "The optoelectronic system is damaged. Some information must be collected from outside."

"We can help you!" the sailors insisted, refusing to back down.

Song Xizhu wasn't angry. She understood they were trying to protect her. However, with the optoelectronic system damaged, she could only collect battlefield intelligence using handheld optical equipment.

"Alright, Xiao Wang, you go with them. I'll wait here in the cabin."

"Understood! Professor!" a technician beside her declared loudly. He then grabbed the equipment and hurried out of the cabin, while Song Xizhu activated the device in her hands, awaiting the wired data transmission.

Seeing that the officer nicknamed "Professor" wasn't going to force her way out, the sailors relaxed. They picked up their equipment and followed the Captain-ranked technician.

Arriving at the second deck, they found a spot with the best vantage point. Captain Wang set up the equipment and pointed the high-precision optical camera towards the sky.

Screech! As the optical lens zoomed in, the equipment magnified the battle in the sky. The image was transmitted in real-time back to Song Xizhu via a wired connection.

Song Xizhu watched the battle intently. Seeing the PL10 fired by the J-15S detonate outside the position of the triangular aircraft, her eyes flickered. Even with an infrared seeker, the error shouldn't be this large.

When she saw the [140] aircraft being hit head-on by the enemy, her eyes filled with worry. She also began to deduce the attack method of these triangular aircraft. They were invisible to the naked eye, but optical sensors could clearly see how the triangular aircraft attacked – firing energy weapons!

After damaging the [140] aircraft, another J-15S and three unidentified aircraft passed each other, pulling into a single loop.

She watched the [139] aircraft frantically pull angles, all to gain a momentary firing window. At such speeds, the G-forces experienced by the pilot were immense!

Could he be passing out? As Song Xizhu pondered this, the J-15S gained an angular advantage, successfully cutting inside the triangular aircraft, its nose pointed at the enemy.

Well done!

At that moment, she couldn't help but cheer for the naval aviator. However, just as she expected him to open fire, the J-15S's nose inexplicably twisted slightly, deviating in another direction. Then, a whip-like burst of fire lashed out at empty air.

She realized something. Could the target be fake?

Just as she suspected, the 30MM cannon fire struck the glass-like aircraft in the empty air, shooting it down. The wreckage scattered towards the sea below.

Then, disregarding the danger, the fighter jet engaged its afterburner, climbed, and pursued the triangular aircraft directly ahead.

Upon entering dogfight range, it smoothly initiated the incredibly dangerous scissors maneuver! The J-15S and the triangular aircraft became entangled, spiraling upwards together, like they were dancing the Northeast Errenzhuan.

It was a battle of energy. In a pure cannon dogfight without missiles, whoever lost energy first would be at a disadvantage, then be pulled down from above and shot down like target practice.

After flying upwards for 2 kilometers, entangled, the J-15S's speed decreased, and the triangular aircraft also lost its speed. It was clear from the optical sensors that both had entered the low-speed regime almost simultaneously, a contest of who would lose energy and fall first.

This scene was not only witnessed by Song Xizhu but also by the Captain in the 815A's bridge, the Liaoning's Captain, the carrier air wing commander, the political commissar, and the laser communications from the WZ7, which were all broadcast to the command center.

Watching the J-15S gradually gain the upper hand, and finally, the unidentified aircraft losing energy and falling, the Flying Shark seized the opportunity, flipped over, and shot down the triangular aircraft with its 30MM cannon. The commander's lips curled upwards.

The battlefield was like this. As long as you won, nothing else mattered! Furthermore, based on the current intelligence, East University was the first country to shoot down a triangular aircraft! And two of them! This was very important. Since encountering these unknown aircraft, the Carl Vinson Carrier Strike Group had not shot down a single one.

"Who is this unit's commander?" the commander asked in a deep voice, very satisfied.

"Reporting! They are combatants from the Liaoning, codenamed Fatty and his student, who does not yet have a codename."

Pilots could not use their real names directly; it was too easy to leak secrets, so they often took nicknames. However, Liu Jun had just received his Daytime Carrier Qualification Certification and hadn't had time to get a nickname yet.

"A student?"

The commander was somewhat surprised. Were students already in combat? But even a student was a soldier, no problem! The ones who shot down these planes must be "Fatty," the commander, a former Navy man, nodded in his heart. These two truly brought them honor, and it would give them more leverage when they went to "cry poverty" back home!

Just as the commander was thinking this, he saw the [139] aircraft, which had just shot down two triangular aircraft, flip its fuselage in the air. Like a Sea Eagle spotting its prey, it dove downwards!

With a height advantage, the J-15S dove, its potential energy continuously converting into kinetic energy, its speed increasing rapidly as it plunged towards the third triangular aircraft.

Under the containment of the other two J-15S aircraft, this triangular aircraft was in a low-energy state (no speed, no altitude). The [139] eased off the throttle and pointed its nose at the enemy. Instantly, this triangular aircraft, which had been maneuvering with ease moments before, seemed to encounter its natural predator. It banked to the side, attempting to evade the "Sea Eagle's" attack.

But the Sea Eagle seemed to know its intentions. It pointed its nose somewhere and opened fire!

Tong! Tong! Tong!

Tracer rounds indicated the firing trajectory. The projectiles from the GSH-30-1 cannon swept straight through the void. The next second, countless glass-like fragments scattered across the sky.

The "Sea Eagle," having caught its prey, pulled out of its dive and circled at low altitude once, seemingly to confirm the damage. After confirming the target was destroyed, it began to climb.

"Commander, the [139] aircraft's fuel is critically low," the technician, who had been closely monitoring the battlefield, shouted.

The [139] aircraft had already traveled a long distance to reach the battlefield, and its remaining fuel was not much. Coupled with the engagement of the afterburner during the maneuver, the remaining fuel was definitely scarce.

"Commander! Battlefield communications are connected!"

"Immediately inquire about the [139] aircraft's fuel status!"