Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1363: Chapter 443: A Man Should Fight Like a Man

"Damn it, where did they get their radar technology from?"

Morrison watched as fighter jets dropped to the ground like they were worthless, feeling a sharp headache in his forehead.

Although these fighter jets weren’t his assets, such a number of losses was still a major headache.

"All ships, launch missiles at the transport ship, shoot them all down to feed the fish!"

The reason for not immediately launching missile bombardments at the boarding transport fleet after the viral operation failed was to maximize damage, making them all drown in the sea with no chance of rescue.

Though, there were no fish in the sea right now anyway.

To ensure success, Morrison, who had made up his mind, even applied to the European Space Agency for orbital strike permission to help eliminate this fleet in the Florida Strait.

"The satellite cannot capture the enemy’s precise coordinates, you need to provide accurate positioning."

Just as Morrison was about to say to send the signal captured by the Bolar ship over, he was reminded by the staff officer beside him.

"General, the opponent’s radar technology is at least a generation ahead of ours, the signals we’ve obtained could very well be deceptive."

Hearing this, Morrison quickly calmed down.

"Hmm, that is indeed a possibility, then let’s have the flight squadron approach to visual range for locking."

The people at the Joint Air Force Command could only curse inwardly at this news.

With such a radar disadvantage, sending the air force in is basically turning them into live targets, right?

These goddamned navy guys really don’t treat us as human, do they?

But there was no choice, they were the bosses, after all, so they moved forward.

Soon, a large number of fighter jets were deployed one after another, and the pilots who had been continuously fighting for several days could only grit their teeth, use stimulants, and charge forward into the storm zone.

Fighter jets dashed at high speeds through the thunderclouds, attempting to evade the incoming missiles using any tricks they had, deploying decoy flares or executing high-difficulty aerobatic maneuvers, hoping that the Bolar’s radar would intercept the missiles just launched.

With the effect of the drugs, it was like watching the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showcasing their abilities. These were professionally trained fighters, and their skills were indeed unmatched.

Meanwhile, fighter jets from Military Science and Huang Ban also joined this deadly battle, both sides engaging in a fierce and bloody duel in the skies, as destroyed fighter jets fell like shooting stars, illuminating the night sky briefly before crashing into the ocean.

Inside the cockpits, the pilots’ faces twisted with rage, all three sides driven by the power of Kowloon, their brains overwhelmed by high-tech input, rational thoughts no longer needed. Only eliminating the enemy in front of them mattered.

The company couldn’t ensure long-term combat will and loyalty from the soldiers, but they could induce mania with drugs, turning them into disposable mad dogs to be thrown away after use.

At the center of the battlefield vortex, the reserve soldiers on the transport ships watched from the windows at the thundering sky, unsure if the sounds were thunder or missile explosions, sending chills down their spines.

Having taken the initiative and flying extremely low over the ocean surface, the giants managed to locate the Bolar without being caught by its radar.

It wasn’t until they appeared at sea level that the ship’s optoelectronic radar detected the two fighter jets that had already closed in.

For those unaware, those two white trails hidden in the waves might have been mistaken for torpedoes.

The outer deck fighter planes and mid-range air defense systems didn’t react, causing the radar crew to nearly jump out of their seats in surprise.

"9 o’clock direction, two enemy planes approaching, 6.7 kilometers away!"

"What?"

The Italian captain standing on the Bolar’s command tower was startled by this news, but quickly composed himself.

Just two fighter planes, it’s not World War II anymore. Unless they’re carrying nuclear weapons, they pose no real threat to a frigate with shield protection.

"Shoot them down."

"Roger."

Without considering the shield defense, the close-in weapon system was often the last line of defense for warships. Two of the three close-in weapon systems on the Bolar were activated, one of which was a laser weapon.

At such a close distance, any stealth coating was useless, and as soon as the captain’s order was issued, the radar of the close-in weapon system had already detected the unidentified targets and automatically engaged.

A crimson laser beam swept straight toward the giant’s aircraft, creating a massive plume of steam upon hitting the sea surface. The two pilots urgently pulled up their fighter jets to evade, and then the terrifying tracer shell barrage of the close-in weapon swept across, firing 1800 bullets in a second, filling the base with shell casings in the blink of an eye.

In the darkness, countless orange tracer rounds looked as terrifying as lasers.

If the two weren’t still on their supersonic flight paths, they wouldn’t have had any chance to dodge this round.

Holding tightly onto the control lever, the giant roared in the communication channel.

"Arrived at the combat position, signal beam locking in, A1 high flash, here we go! Autumn pear paste!"

The Mechanic player controlling the warning looter immediately responded.

"Received, preparing to output electromagnetic signal at maximum power for full suppression."

All electronic interference systems on the battlefield simultaneously emitted directed high-power chaotic electromagnetic signals, hitting the Bolar directly.

Woo—

The radar technician on the Bolar watched as the abnormal signals flickered across the screen, almost paralyzing the radar system, and shouted out.

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