PNB Chapter 819 Fear
Chapter 819 Fear
Take a gamble!
A crazy idea grew wildly in his mind like weeds.
I bet their communicator really is broken!
I bet that the Dragon Kingdom's J-20 is truly vulnerable! I bet that I can lead this formation to ultimate victory!
After all, they had forty-seven Golden Eagles!
The other side has less than twenty J-20s at most!
This is an overwhelming numerical advantage! Even if a fight really breaks out, I won't necessarily lose!
Thinking of this, the fear and hesitation in Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell's heart were completely suppressed by an even stronger desire for fame, fortune and power.
He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice had regained its usual calmness and majesty.
"You're right, Ivan, Johnny. Perhaps I'm just worrying too much."
He made the final decision that would determine everyone's fate.
"Order! Everyone stay alert and reduce the distance between the formations! Our mission... continues!"
"Ula!!!"
"Yeah!!!"
Upon hearing the commander's order, a burst of excited cheers instantly broke out in the communication channel.
The group of pilots who had just felt a little uneasy about Mike's disappearance immediately put that little "accident" behind them and immersed themselves in the fanatical anticipation of victory again.
They drove their black death-like vehicles happily, ready to continue the "hunting" mission that they thought was already in their pockets.
However, at this moment.
Less than ten seconds after Maxwell gave the order.
Just as the voices of Ivan and Johnny, the two who had just been shouting the loudest, were still echoing in the communication channel.
"Haha! I told you so! Lieutenant Colonel! Don't worry! Just look at how I, Ivan, will treat those Easterners today..."
"That's right! Victory belongs to us! Champagne tonight...!"
The two voices stopped abruptly again, as if an invisible hand had grabbed their throats!
This was completely different from the strange and silent disappearance last time.
This time, all the pilots of the Golden Eagle formation could clearly hear it through the background noise mixed with the huge electric sound coming from the public communication channel...
I heard the shrill screams of those two invincible ace pilots, filled with extreme fear and pain, in the last moments of their lives!
“Ah—!!! No—!!!”
“…Help…Youdong…Boom—!!!!”
After the eardrum-piercing scream and the abruptly stopped cry for help, what followed were two explosions that represented destruction!
And the kind of teeth-grinding, ear-piercing metallic scream that was emitted when the body was torn apart at high speed!
Then, everything fell into deathly silence.
Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell stared blankly at the radar screen in front of him.
On the screen, two green spots of light, representing Ivan's "Spear-2" and Johnny's "Spear-3", flashed violently several times.
It instantly exploded into a red halo, representing "signal disappearance".
This time, it no longer disappeared out of thin air.
Instead, it was wiped out from the sky by an undoubtedly devastating attack.
Those two screams filled with extreme fear, and the violent explosions that followed, which represented destruction, were like two ruthless hammers, hitting the eardrums of every pilot in the "Golden Eagle" formation, and also hitting their hearts that had long been filled with arrogance and self-confidence.
The channel instantly fell into a dead silence that was even more eerie and suffocating than when Mike lost contact.
If Mike's silent disappearance could be forcibly explained as a "damn, coincidental equipment failure."
This time, Ivan and Johnny's extremely clear dying cries and the two unmistakable explosions were like two bloody hands, mercilessly tearing all of their self-deceiving fantasies to pieces!
"problem occurs……"
Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant.
All the blood in his body seemed to freeze at this moment.
As a veteran pilot who had danced with death in the sky for over thirty years, he immediately reacted—
Their formation is under attack!
A deadly, ghostly attack from an unknown enemy!
He no longer had any hesitation and no longer cared about fame, fortune, or the general's promise.
He grabbed the communicator and, using all his strength, shouted a nearly roaring question into the emergency channel connected to the rear air base:
"Hawkeye! This is Spear-1! Answer me! What the hell is going on?!"
"Why are my team members being shot down from the sky one by one, and your radar can't detect a single one?!"
"Your damned long-range early warning radar, worth billions of dollars, is just for show?! Are you even working?!"
His voice became sharp and shrill due to extreme anger and fear, and was full of accusations against the incompetence of the rear command personnel.
At the same time, inside the heavily guarded Joint Command Center in New York State.
A group of American and Russian radar controllers were frantically gathered around the huge main radar screen, and everyone's face was filled with confusion and bewilderment as if they had seen a ghost.
On the screen, forty-five green spots representing the "Golden Eagle" formation are clearly visible.
And around them, in the vast airspace, was a "blue sky" that couldn't be cleaner.
There were no enemy aircraft, no missiles, and no suspicious signals.
"Sir...we...we really didn't find anything..."
A young American radar soldier reported to Maxwell in a trembling voice with tears in his eyes.
"We've already turned the radar's power to maximum and switched all detection frequency bands..."
"But, we can't even see a single enemy..."
"What?! You didn't notice it either?!"
After receiving this reply, Maxwell fell into a completely cold and piercing despair.
He felt as if his body was instantly thrown into a bottomless ice cave.
He has been a pilot for more than 30 years.
He spent almost his entire life in the cockpits of various fighter jets.
He has participated in countless air battles and experienced countless life-and-death situations.
He once engaged in the most thrilling machine gun dogfight with the enemy at an altitude of ten thousand meters; he also danced the most deadly dance of death in the fire of missiles.
Even if his own plane was shot down, even if he himself was shot down, at least he could see the incoming missile on the radar and hear the alarm of being locked in the cockpit.
At least he knew what hit him, when, and from which direction.
Even if you die, you will know how you died.
But now?
Now this sudden and unexpected attack is like an invisible ghost lurking in the darkness.
You have no idea where it comes from.
You just never know when it will appear.
You don’t even know if the next person it chooses to wipe out from this world will be you.
For humans, death itself is not scary.
What is truly terrifying is the fear of the unknown when waiting for death.
At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell, the former "Blue Angel", the ace of the American Air Force.
For the first time in his flying career, he truly felt an emotion called "fear"...