Hogg would never understand.
One hundred kilometers was a safe distance in his eyes, but in front of Celestial Trade's ship-borne electromagnetic pulse cannon, it was just an ordinary crossfire distance.
After two rounds of upgrades, the ship-borne electromagnetic pulse cannon on the Guardian-class frigate was no longer the magically modified version of the Type-50 electromagnetic pulse cannon, but an anti-ship main cannon designed for warships. A 50-kilogram shell was enough to tear a frigate of the same tonnage in half.
Even a two-thousand-ton frigate could achieve the DPS of a legendary battleship. Celestial Trade's "Guardian-class" maximized the tactical concept of "small ships carrying cannons" and brought naval warfare into the 22nd century's era of "destroy upon detection".
Just as the two F-35Cs took off from the deck of the Ford-class aircraft carrier, the cannons of the two Guardian-class frigates were already aimed at the hull of the Ford.
It was no exaggeration to say that once the two sides clashed, the 75 carrier-based aircraft would be sent to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean without a chance to take off. As for the two F-35Cs that had already taken off, as long as they dared to fly in this direction, the laser anti-missile system on the frigate would teach them a lesson.
The captain of the frigate stood in the bridge and stared at the aircraft carrier battle group on the holographic image without batting an eyelid.
From the moment the aircraft carrier battle group crossed Hawaii, they were locked on by Celestial Trade's "Sky Eye" observation satellite.
This was also the reason why Jiang Chen didn't take this aircraft carrier battle group seriously, because they never left his "eyes" from beginning to end.
"Report, two carrier-based aircraft took off from the deck of the Ford and are heading straight to us. It has been confirmed that the aircraft type is F35-C, and the type of shell is unknown." The first officer saluted and reported to the captain.
The captain nodded, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Show them what we're made of."
"Roger!" The first officer saluted solemnly, turned around, and trotted away.
Soon, a searchlight-shaped device rose from the middle of the frigate and pointed to the airspace in the distance.
If the two F-35s knew that they had been discovered by someone else's radar, they would definitely not dare to rush in the face of the "Guardian-class".
Unfortunately, they knew nothing about power.
"This is Sea Lion-1 (Sea Lion-2). It is close to the Celestial Trade frigate. No submarine activity has been detected underwater. The other party hasn't discovered us yet. Requesting further instructions. " The two frigates of Celestial Trade already appeared on the radar, and the pilot immediately reported the situation to the aircraft carrier.
After hearing the report from the frontline pilot, Hogg's face showed a hint of imperceptible mockery.
He was worried that Celestial Trade was playing tricks, but now it seemed that they were just bluffing.
"Teach them a lesson." Hogg said casually. He didn't forget to remind her at the end, "Remember to stop while you're ahead. Don't go overboard."
"Roger that."
The two F-35Cs changed their formation in the air and lowered their altitude to approach the two Guardian-class battleships.
Perhaps it was out of extreme confidence in their flight skills, or perhaps they were extremely confident that Celestial Trade would never dare to fire the first shot. The two F-35Cs assumed a cruising posture one after the other, and even arrogantly drilled out of the clouds. They were ready to skim over the frigates and suddenly appear and disappear on the enemy's radar.
With the stealth performance of the F35, this provocation could be said to have been tried and tested time and time again.
Although they only tried it on the Iranian and Syrian forces.
Giles skillfully opened the electro-optical reconnaissance pod mounted on the belly of the plane. He was about to "suddenly appear" on the enemy's radar, but he found that a white light lit up on the frigate in front of him.
Before he could react to what it was, the bright light shrouded his cockpit in an instant.
Giles reflexively closed his eyes, and the burning pain in his pupils told him what just happened.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My eyes, I can't see –! Fu * k, what the hell is that! "
The hoarse scream of his comrade entered his ears. Giles wanted to open his eyes to confirm his situation, but the bright light that filled the cockpit made all this an unrealistic hope.
The two planes were like blind flies, disorderly in the air, and almost collided with each other.
Cold sweat poured out. Giles used his piloting experience in the air to make several maneuvers in a row, but he still couldn't get rid of the bright light that shrouded the cockpit.
The beam of light seemed to have eyes of its own and was glued to his cockpit.
He swore that he had never seen such an alternative weapon!
If it was just an ordinary bright light, it would be impossible to achieve this. He was certain that when he made the maneuvers, the nose of the plane was no longer facing the frigate, but the entire cockpit was still shrouded in the dazzling light, and he couldn't escape.
There was only one explanation. Celestial Trade must have used some kind of microwave weapon that he had never heard of, which turned his entire cockpit and even the anti-glare goggles on his helmet into a glowing light bulb …
"Sea Lion-1, this is the command center. What the hell is going on with you? Please answer if you receive … buzz … I repeat, please answer if you receive … "
"God, God, God … please, don't do this, please …"
Giles recited the name of God in a panic. Almost relying on his intuition and years of piloting experience, he barely pulled the plane back above the clouds. However, even so, he still couldn't get rid of the bright light.
Regardless of whether there was a warning of missile lock, heat lures and chaff jamming bombs were thrown out.
He flew in panic for a full five minutes.
Even he himself didn't know whether he escaped or Celestial Trade let him go.
The bright light that shrouded the cockpit finally disappeared. Giles only felt that his body was soaked in cold sweat. He confirmed his position through the radar and circled north for more than 20 kilometers before he adjusted the course and returned to the direction of the Ford.
As for the two frigates, he didn't even dare to look back, let alone pass by.
"Sea Lion-2, how's the situation on your side?" Switching to the team channel, Giles asked his comrade.
"This is Sea Lion-2, I need eye drops … other than that, everything is normal."
"Is it okay to land?"
"No problem … probably."
After confirming the safety of his comrade, Giles breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately contacted the aircraft carrier and briefly reported what just happened.
Until now, he still couldn't believe what just happened.
If it weren't for the dull pain in his eyes and the cold sweat soaking his back, he would rather believe that everything that just happened was a dream.
A nightmare that penetrated deep into his bones …
After hanging up the communication with the command center, Giles' muscles that were tightened because of nervousness gradually relaxed.
The crisis had been resolved, and he would soon be able to return to the aircraft carrier.
Out of curiosity, he reached out and touched the canopy.
However, the moment his hand touched the canopy, the expression on his face became strange again.
Not only the canopy, but also the goggles on his helmet, and even the instrument dials in the cockpit …
Although he was wearing flight gloves, he faintly felt a little hot.
What the hell!
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