All-Channel Broadcast Rescue

"Professor, isn't there a risk in doing this?"

On the 815A electronic reconnaissance ship, an officer looked at Song Xizhu with some concern. As the warship closest to the battlefield and equipped with the most advanced electronic equipment, conducting a full-channel broadcast carried significant risks. It was like a hunter turning on a light in a dark forest, and those unidentified flying objects were still hovering around the Sky Pit. If the 815A's actions attracted their attention, it would be very dangerous.

"The superior's order is to save people, and under the current circumstances, a full-channel broadcast is the most efficient."

Song Xizhu put down the superior's order. As a reconnaissance ship with high technical reconnaissance authority, many orders were sent to them directly by superiors, and they could also allocate significant resources.

"As for those flying objects, according to the intelligence and satellite imagery currently available, the unidentified flying objects cannot leave a certain distance from the Sky Pit. Their priority is to protect the Sky Pit; otherwise, it would be impossible for the Carl Vinson Carrier Strike Group to disengage."

After the Carl Vinson moved a certain distance away from the Sky Pit, those flying objects stopped pursuing it and returned to the vicinity of the Sky Pit. The specific reason was unknown.

The technical reconnaissance officers had discussed it. There were two possibilities for the surviving F/A-18 carrier-based aircraft.

One was insufficient fuel to fly to Hawaii; the other was airframe damage and being lost.

For those with insufficient fuel who couldn't find a landing platform, the Charles de Gaulle served as a maritime airport. Those who were lost would be brought back by J-15s or Sea Rafales.

"The fleet cannot turn back. Before completely leaving the mission area, we will conduct several full-channel broadcasts to light a beacon for those pilots who are still alive and guide them home. Prepare for the broadcast."

"Understood."

The technicians adjusted the 815A's communication antenna, supplying all shipboard power to the communication system. After preparation, they nodded to the officer conducting the broadcast.

The broadcast was repeated multiple times, three times each, until the fleet left the mission area.

Not only the 815A but also the entire East University system would be used for broadcasting, with space-based, air-based, and sea-based platforms participating. The Charles de Gaulle was also watching; the E-2C Hawkeye had also taken off with the assistance of the steam catapult, and the helicopter squadron had also taken off from the deck, preparing to rescue the parachuting US pilots.

Click, the officer picked up the microphone and said in a deep voice:

"This is the East University People's Navy ship 815A and the French Navy Charles de Gaulle carrier strike group. Our ship is located at East Longitude . North Latitude."

"Heading 030, speed 20 knots. The fleet will maintain its current heading and speed for the next hour. US carrier-based aircraft that receive this broadcast should immediately proceed to the surrounding waters to rendezvous with us."

"Aircraft with insufficient fuel, report your coordinates, and parachuting coordinates."

"Repeat." x3

"Captain, the President did not approve us doing this,"

The first officer said softly on the bridge of the Charles de Gaulle. The captain put down his binoculars and said indifferently, "We are fulfilling our duty as allies."

It was impossible for the Charles de Gaulle to charge into battle, but it was fine to do some logistics. Moreover, doing so could improve their international image and subtly annoy the Americans.

"Tell the lads to clear the deck as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The Charles de Gaulle could only accommodate a certain number of carrier-based aircraft. To carry more, they had to move all the Sea Rafales on the deck into the hangar and let the landing "plastic bugs" park on the deck.

In the next hour, four Hornets arrived around the Charles de Gaulle one after another, guided by the 815A's broadcast and the fighter jets. One of them, with insufficient fuel, abandoned its aircraft and parachuted into the surrounding waters, where it was rescued by a speedboat.

The helicopter squadron rescued two US pilots who had parachuted in a more distant sea area.

The moment these rescued pilots' feet touched the flight deck, some hugged the ground crew and cried, some knelt down and wept, and some looked into the distance as if they were lost.

Compared to their comrades, they were fortunate to have survived, but it was unknown when their post-war psychological trauma would heal.

An officer beside them took historical photos of this moment. Tomorrow's headline in AFP would be this. Compared to the Americans rescuing small animals, they appeared more humane, proving that technology was in the hands of civilization!

The fleet sailed towards the Liaoning. The crew stood at the stern, looking into the distance. From this distance, they could still see the Sky Pit, like a crystal-clear glass bead flashing with seven-colored flowing light.

[Time: 30 hours after the appearance of the Sky Pit (0800)]

[Location: A certain sea area in the Western Pacific]

Liu Jun stood on the flight deck, watching the sun rise in the east, the sun at eight or nine in the morning. After staring for a while, his gaze shifted to a Z-8 approaching the aircraft carrier.

The Z-8 approached the Liaoning, hovered, adjusted its landing posture, and slowly landed under the guidance of the ground crew.

After the Z-8 stabilized, the cabin door opened, and several officers with hurried expressions, carrying packages of various sizes, disembarked. Ground crew members stepped forward and secured the helicopter with mooring locks.

Liu Jun raised his eyebrows slightly and noticed that beside these people were members of the Jiaolong Commando wearing black combat uniforms, seemingly acting as bodyguards for these officers.

The officers carried their cases into the island. The captain and the carrier air wing commander of the Liaoning stood at the entrance to welcome these special officers.

"Captain!" The lieutenant colonel saluted them both and said with a serious expression, "We need to immediately retrieve the data for aircraft 139 and 140, and then prepare helicopters. We need to return to the country as soon as possible."

"Understood!"

The captain nodded, glancing at the special case handcuffed to the officer's wrist, and then looked at the female major wearing gold-rimmed glasses behind him. Her insignia indicated she was a technician, and a rather high-ranking one, likely a key member of the 815A's technical team.

He turned and gestured for the officer beside him to make arrangements. As for how they would fly directly from the Liaoning to the mainland, that was not his concern; someone else would arrange their next destination.

While waiting, Song Xizhu looked out at the flight deck. Ground crew members in vests of different colors were busy. Amidst the roaring sounds, two more J-15s took off with munitions. This was her first time on an aircraft carrier. The massive deck was like a steel plaza, completely different from her experience on the 815A.

Before long, the Liaoning's aviation group commander, Wei Jianhua, walked over quickly. Upon seeing the two technicians from the 815A, he shook hands with the lieutenant colonel. Then, the lieutenant colonel looked at Song Xizhu behind him.

"This is Major Song Xizhu, codenamed Professor."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jianhua immediately realized that this major was the technical backbone. He extended his right hand to her: "Hello, Comrade Song Xizhu."

"Hello, Comrade Wei Jianhua."

After a polite handshake, the group commander led them into the aircraft carrier's hangar through the island. Song Xizhu stared at the J-15S in front of her.

Ordinary people might think the J-15S is small, but standing before it, one truly realizes its size. The Flying Shark is over 22 meters long, and if stood upright, it would be slightly taller than a Gundam.