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"Eagle Eye" Command Center.

The enemy and friendly forces are clearly displayed on the huge tactical screen.

The red dot representing the "eagle" resembles a nimble venomous snake, darting at high speed in the sky.

Four green dots representing the "Eagle's Nest" team are struggling to climb upwards in pursuit.

The difference in altitude and speed between the two sides is like an insurmountable chasm!

"Report! Eagle Nest Squad has entered enemy aircraft radar detection range!"

"Enemy aircraft are releasing high-intensity electronic jamming! Our radar screen is experiencing severe snow! Fire control is having difficulty locking on!"

"Eagle Nest 02 Report! Altitude XX! Speed ​​limit! Unable to climb any further! Altitude difference with enemy aircraft... is still widening!"

"Eagle Nest 03 reporting! Enemy aircraft turning! Attempting to break away!"

Anxious reports came one after another.

Commander Wu stared intently at the screen, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his palms. The gap! A stark, despairing generational disparity!

"Vulture" Logan watched the four clumsy, slowing green dots on the radar screen, their speed far inferior to his own, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Ha, the little bee actually came? Commendable courage, but a pity... it's too slow!"

With a gentle push of the control stick, the "Falcon" fighter jet deftly performed a barrel roll, instantly gaining a higher attack position!

The muzzle of the 23mm cannon below the nose of the aircraft, with flashes of light visible inside the muzzle!

"Eagle Nest 01, be careful! Enemy aircraft are at your six o'clock position! Open fire!"

The tower's shrill warnings blared in Zhao Tiezhu's headphones!

Zhao Tiezhu's pupils contracted sharply! The immense overload instantly slammed him firmly into the seat!

He yanked the control stick, and the fighter jet executed an extreme evasive maneuver that nearly tore the fuselage apart!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A string of scorching 23mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds, like the whip of death, whistled past the tail of Zhao Tiezhu's fighter jet!

The scorching airflow caused the fuselage to shake violently!

"Damn it!" Zhao Tiezhu roared, cold sweat instantly soaking through his flight suit. The shadow of death had brushed past him!

"Eagle Nest 02! Eagle Nest 04! Dual-aircraft formation! Flanking from both sides! Prepare chaff and flares! Engage it!"

Zhao Tiezhu gave the order in a hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on the gray figure that shone in the sunlight, like the Grim Reaper.

"Eagle's Nest 03! ​​Climb with me! Charge it from above!"