At this moment, an anxious voice came over the radio: "Captain, I've been locked by two missiles. I can't get rid of them. I can't get back alive."

"If you can come back alive, please take care of my child."

“Boom!”

Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard from high in the sky in the distance.

The rest of the fighter team looked into the distance with very ugly expressions.

"Warning! Warning!"

At this time, the fighter's electronic screen kept flashing red lights, constantly reminding the pilot to avoid missiles.

But how could they avoid it? On the electronic screen, each of their fighter jets was locked by two to three missiles at the same time.

The fighter squadron tried various maneuvers but were unable to shake off the air-to-air missiles, and ultimately, they were shot down regretfully.

“Boom! Boom!”

Explosions were heard one after another over the Mediterranean Sea.

"Captain, three enemy planes have been shot down."

Wang Jie said excitedly: "Very good, continue to disperse and search for enemy planes, and try to destroy them all."

At this time, it was located in the Air Force Command on the Mediterranean coast of Israel.

"General, this is bad."

Suddenly, a corporal ran in anxiously from outside the command center, talking as he ran.

The general frowned and asked unhappily, "What's going on? Why are you so flustered?"

The corporal asked anxiously, "General... General, three of our fighter planes have lost signal?"

"How long ago did it happen?"

"Just five minutes ago."

The general frowned and asked coldly, "Where did you lose the signal?"

"General, at 14° east longitude and 34° north latitude in the Mediterranean Sea, 54.88 kilometers from our coast."

The general immediately ordered his adjutant: "Contact the navy and nearby rescue ships immediately and rush to the scene to carry out a rescue."

"Yes, General."

The adjutant hesitated and asked, "General, could it be this time?"

"At this point, it's still uncertain, but just in case, sound the battle alert."

"At the same time, all pilots on leave were recalled and reconnaissance aircraft were taken off immediately."

"Yes, General."

At the same time, he returned to his office, picked up his desk phone, and called the President's office.

After a while, a voice came from the other side: "Hello, who is this? This is the presidential residence."

"Hello, I am General Clyde of the Western Air Force, and I have important military intelligence to report."

"Okay, General Clyde, I'll transfer you right away."

A dozen seconds later, a weathered voice came from the other side: "Clyde, what do you want from me?"

"Mr. President, there's an incident in the Mediterranean."

"Mediterranean? What happened?"

At this time, the president was enjoying the service of his secretary, leaning back in his chair. The female secretary squatted and worked hard to serve him, and he answered the phone with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Three fighter jets lost their signal simultaneously over the Mediterranean Sea."

"I doubt..."

At this moment, the president immediately sat up straight, no longer in a mood of enjoyment, and his expression kept changing.

Because of the suddenness, the female adjutant who was squatting to serve staggered and sat on the ground, her face flushed. She was wiping the corner of her mouth and looked unhappy.

At this time, the president was in no mood to care about him and waved his hand to let him go.

After a while, he said, "Could it be that our military preparations have been discovered by them?"

"Is this their temptation and warning?"

Clyde shook his head and said: Mr. President, it’s not certain yet, we need to investigate to know.

"However, the fifth Middle East war we are preparing for may have to be brought forward."

"No, we're not ready yet."

"Besides, we haven't completely convinced the US top brass yet. Otherwise, who will support us if we fail?"

"After all, the weapons we purchased are still being produced or are on their way back to Israel."

"If we rashly start a war, we will end up in the same situation as the first and second Middle East wars."

"Mr. President, if the United States and the Bear Country knew that we were planning a war, they would most likely intervene."

Clyde insisted, "But..."

"Bang...bang."

Suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the office door.

Clyde's face was filled with displeasure. He hated being interrupted while he was talking.

I could only apologize and say, "Mr. President, I have something urgent to deal with. I'll call you back later."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy."

Clyde said gloomily, "Come in."

"What's the matter? So urgent?"

A female corporal said anxiously: "General...General, something happened again."

Clyde said with a dark face, "What happened again?"

"The rescue ship sent out, or the navy?"

“Neither.”

"Yes... The reconnaissance planes and fighter planes we sent out later have lost contact again."

Clyde said in shock, "What?"

"Where is it?"

"At 14° east longitude and 33° north latitude, in the nearby sea area."

Clyde hurried to the map, picked up the tools and started measuring, his expression grim.

"How many fighter planes lost their signal?"

"General, we...we have four fighter planes and one reconnaissance plane that have lost signal."

Clyde said with a horrified expression, "Contact the Army and Air Force and sound a Level 1 combat alert."

"This time, something big might happen..."

At this time, Wang Jie's fighter squadron was still hovering in the airspace near the Mediterranean Sea.

"Captain, we've shot down three more fighter planes."

"Captain, I also shot down a reconnaissance plane."

"team leader......"

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