"Brother Huang, you've had a long journey!"
On the Little Bird, Fang Er opened his arms to Huang Tugu, greeting him warmly.
Huang Tugu, however, wore a bitter expression. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I have reason to suspect you have psychological issues!"
"One in the river, one in the lake. Can any body of water become your personal airport?"
Fang Er, catching the sourness in his tone, laughed heartily. "Hahaha, what are you saying! What do you mean 'any body of water'!"
"As long as an aircraft carrier can stand steady, it can be an airport!"
Huang Tugu staggered at his words.
His left foot tripped over his right. He didn't fly into the air like the legends, but he nearly face-planted.
Damn it!
Listen to this! What kind of thing is this for a human to do?
Landing an aircraft carrier on dry land.
It's utterly outrageous...
The Little Bird, without a doubt, became Fang Er's command center here. The shore was the temporary encampment of the Skyfire Army.
Looking at the massive convoy and the ten thousand-plus strong Skyfire Army, Huang Tugu and his men couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
Fortunately, they hadn't gone head-to-head with this kid back then. Otherwise, who knew what dire consequences would have ensued.
Putting aside everything else, this alone – the ability to casually dock an aircraft carrier – was enough to guarantee he could have fighter jets appear in their airspace without anyone noticing!
In the bridge of the Little Bird, Fang Er and Huang Tugu found their seats.
Li Chengzong asked eagerly, "Brother Fang, is the material you mentioned real?"
Fang Er nodded with a smile, then pulled a "chicken drumstick mushroom" from his pocket.
That's right, it was shaped from the armor fragments of the Qiongqi.
This thing was incredibly powerful!
To shape it, you just had to soak it in ice water for a while. When you took it out, it became as soft as clay.
Once shaped, pour hot water over it, and it immediately became incredibly hard.
However, the shape left Huang Tugu speechless.
"Did you steal your sister-in-law's toy?"
Fang Er: ...
"Damn it, what are you thinking! I just made it randomly!"
Saying that, he casually tossed the chicken drumstick mushroom over.
Li Chengzong quickly caught it, picked it up, and examined it.
He tapped it a few times with his hand, then sniffed it.
The scene was quite amusing.
But no one paid it much mind. Huang Tugu pointed at the "chicken drumstick mushroom" and asked Fang Er.
"This thing, is it really as you said?"
"The hotter it gets, the harder it becomes?"
Fang Er nodded repeatedly. "Absolutely. My subordinates once made a set of armor with this material, and its performance was even better than I described!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go down!" Commander Da Pan Ji urged upon hearing this.
Their primary objective was to provide support to their seniors. They never expected such an unexpected bonus.
Fang Er smiled, pointing to the encampments of the various Western countries. "No rush, let's drive away those jackals outside first."
That evening, another batch of pilots arrived from TY and was accommodated on the Little Bird.
The next day, neither side showed any intention of withdrawing.
Huang Tugu and Li Chengzong visited the Mao Xiong camp and returned by sunset.
At night, the buzzing sound of fighter jet engines suddenly filled the air.
Inside the bridge, Fang Er and Huang Tugu exchanged glances, seeing a hint of amusement in each other's eyes.
That sound wasn't from an F/A-18.
If nothing was amiss, these were the carrier-based aircraft from the Enterprise and the Hornet arriving.
"Biu..."
Hearing the piercing whistle from overhead, everyone laughed, laughing heartily!
"Damn it, they actually dared to make a move. Then don't blame me for being impolite!"
Li Chengzong shot up and walked to the porthole, looking towards the deck.
"Whizz whizz whizz..."
The three eight-unit Sea Sparrow launchers on the Little Bird fired in succession, sending anti-aircraft missiles towards the bombs descending from the sky.
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
"..."
Explosions of fire erupted in the air. The bombs from the White Eagles were all detonated mid-air, not a single one managed to reach its target.
At this moment, F/A-18s took off from the deck, launching a counter-attack against the White Eagles' air force.
"I love dogfighting the most!"
"Haha, I see a Wildcat."
"Yo, there's an SBD dive bomber too. Come on, let's see who can break through and take them down first!"
"..."
On the radio, the taunts of Master Li Jiu and his subordinates were heard intermittently.
"Hellcat" was the F6F Hellcat.
"Wildcat" was the F4F Wildcat.
SBD was the Dauntless dive bomber.
The appearance of these aircraft confirmed the earlier speculation that the Enterprise and the Hornet had indeed arrived together.
However, facing the attacks of the F/A-18s, these old models had little power to resist and were sent scattering.
Fighter jet after fighter jet, trailing black smoke, plunged from the sky.
As for the SBD dive bombers, Master Li Jiu and his men deliberately hit their undersides, detonating the bombs they carried, instantly tearing the entire aircraft apart.
The night sky over Mount Fuji was illuminated by bursts of fireworks, and the booming sounds of explosions echoed one after another, as lively as a New Year's celebration.
The eighty-year technological gap dealt a fatal blow to the confident White Eagles.
"Fuuuuck!"
"What kind of fighter jet is that? Why doesn't it have a propeller!"
"Oh no, that looks like the legendary jet engine!"
"Shit, but why can't I even see its tail flame..."
"Boom!"
"..."
The earliest jet aircraft appeared in 1939, and they were produced by the Nazis.
The second to master this technology was Britain, and at this time, they had only just completed test flights.
Therefore, jet aircraft were only known through word of mouth among pilots, and very few had actually seen them.
Whether it was the Hellcat or the Wildcat, they were no match for the F/A-18s, only fit to eat dust.
They could never have imagined that these advanced fighter jets, whose traces they couldn't even follow, were actually built by themselves decades later.
The Enterprise and the Hornet were anchored in a bay dozens of kilometers away, their decks illuminated, with aircraft taking off one after another.
They had initially thought they could deliver a fatal blow to Fang Er and his men, thereby monopolizing the profits of the underground world.
But they never expected that the fighter jets they regarded as aerial guardians, after taking off for less than ten minutes, would present them with a scene that chilled them to the bone.
"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!"
"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!"
"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!"
"..."
The radio, which should have been filled with reports of victory, had now become like a repeater.
"Oh, fuuuck!"
"Can someone tell me what's going on!"