A thunderstorm appeared over the Baltic Sea, large dark clouds completely obscuring the evening sunset...

Two F-22 jets took off ahead of schedule, entered Polish airspace, and after hovering for about 15 minutes, suddenly shot north into the Baltic Sea...

"This is Star Squad, we've entered the Baltic Sea region, expected to be over Gotland in 30 minutes..."

The pilot of an F-22 flew through the thunderstorm with a relaxed expression...

Glancing at his wingman fleeting in and out of the clouds, the pilot smiled and said: "Hey, Maverick, don't be nervous, we're just hitting a few balloons and dropping some bombs along the way...

Once I get the million, I'm buying myself a new yacht. That way, when I retire, I can go fishing in the sea every day."

"Iceman, what we should be worrying about now is whether we'll face a military tribunal when we get back..."

Iceman was silent for a moment, then said: "Don't worry, those people are trustworthy, the flight records of these two planes will be destroyed, and even the planes themselves are listed as scrapped...

No problem!"

Maverick hesitated for a moment, then said: "If there's really no problem, why are they going to such lengths?

We've done jobs for them several times, and they've never been this cautious in the past."

Iceman nonchalantly said: "So what?

We're flying the most advanced fighter jets on Earth, we have absolute dominance in the sky.

Those guys can't even see us!"

Suddenly, a static-filled male voice came over the aircraft's radio...

"Attention Star Squad, NATO fighter group will take off in 5 minutes, they will cover your attack...

Remember, the weapon systems can only be activated within a 10-kilometer range of Gotland's territorial waters, attacks outside that range are not allowed..."

Iceman, hearing this, cursed: "Which brain-dead came up with this idea?

Gotland is barely over 200 kilometers from north to south, we can cross that in a few minutes..."

After hearing Iceman's complaints, the male voice on the radio said: "Did you not read the engagement manual carefully?

Once you enter the engagement zone, you're free to attack..."

Hearing this, Iceman suddenly had a bad feeling, and in a deep voice, he said: "Did I miss something?"

The slightly reckless Iceman made Maverick beside him a little uneasy, and he said in a heavy tone: "That area is a switch, any fighter, ship, or soldier entering there will be placed in the 'arena'...

Either you live or you die!"

Iceman was stunned and said: "What do you mean?"

Maverick sighed and said: "It means that once we break in, we'll be tagged, and every attack on us will be with live ammunition.

Unless we can safely exit the Baltic Sea region and enter Polish airspace, the battle won't stop.

The enemy has anti-aircraft missiles, fighter jets, and apparently their blimps can also perform electronic jamming.

Those NATO fighter jets don't even know we're here, we have no reinforcements...

Iceman, you need to see a doctor, your old injury is messing with your focus."

"Wow..."

Iceman let out an excited shout, not only not getting nervous but rather becoming excited: "This is the most exciting mission in the last two years..."

Saying that, Iceman looked at the radar signals on the green HUD in front of him and said with a smile: "Maverick, 5 more minutes...

Breathe deep, breathe deep, we're the Grim Reaper, no one can stop us..."

Maverick sighed and said: "Iceman, you really should go see a doctor..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Iceman showed no anger at all, and as he entered the outskirts of Gotland, he activated the fire control system...

The F-22's side missile bay opened, an air-to-air missile was ejected and instantly fired towards the unmanned blimp over Gotland...

Seconds later, a fierce fireball appeared in the sky, and massive smoke billowed out...

The impact didn't seem like a blimp being shot down, more like a volcanic eruption. The intense smoke combined with the storm, radiating out across a kilometer-wide area.

Maverick, acting as a wingman, felt something was wrong. As Iceman cheered and began to turn, he shouted: "Iceman, something's wrong..."

As Maverick shouted loudly, he suddenly saw a few black dots appear on his canopy...

This highly adhesive stuff, despite deforming like a liquid at high speed, remained firmly attached to the cockpit canopy.

Just as Iceman wanted to reassure his timid buddy, four bright spots suddenly appeared on his radar...

With a sudden realization, an alarmed Iceman pulled the control stick hard and shouted: "Four enemy planes coming from the northwest...

Maverick, those smokes are a trap, whatever's on us, they can see us now!"

Maverick followed closely behind Iceman, seeing many green glows appearing on Iceman's jet, he cursed and said: "Yes, that wasn't an electronic blimp, it was a decoy, the explosion scattered chemicals mixed with fluorescent agents...

FUCK, we must look like clowns now...

Retreat, retreat, we need to exit immediately..."

"It's too late, watch out, they're here...

Maverick, I'll be the bait, you take the altitude..."

Iceman jerked the control stick amid the blaring alarms, and the F-22 performed a series of defensive maneuvers in the downpour, simultaneously deploying a barrage of chaff...

A short-range dogfight missile detonated in the air, and the shrapnel failed to catch up with Iceman's ride, almost as if urging him to accelerate, pushing the F-22 through the sound barrier towards lower altitude...

Four modernized Su-27s, specially modified, suddenly dispersed into pairs to target the two F-22s the moment they activated their weapons systems over Gotland Island...

The Su-27 on Iceman's six o'clock clung relentlessly, pressuring him, while another Su-27 wingman, like an eagle poised to strike, loitered behind them...

As the F-22 attempted to shake them off with several high-speed maneuvers, the Su-27 wingman shouted loudly, "Zhen Guanxi, this guy is slippery, keep on him…"

The lead pilot said solemnly, "My radar's got him locked, Jiang Menshen, press him…"

Just as Zhen Guanxi's words fell, wingman Jiang Menshen went full throttle, a sonic boom blaring from the nose of the Su-27 completing a wide circle back...

Simultaneously, Zhen Guanxi launched a medium-range air-to-air missile...

At the moment of the missile's launch, the Iceman pulled the control stick hard, rapidly climbing while deploying another cloud of chaff, then completed a Cobra maneuver just as the missile exploded...

The distance between them was perilously close. Just as Iceman was about to capture the Su-27 in his six o'clock radar lock, his cockpit alarms blared again...

A dogfight missile struck the wing of the F-22, causing it to lose balance instantly...

"NO..."

In the heat of battle, Maverick screamed angrily, piloting his jet into the clouds...

Within seconds, the F-22 dove down from the clouds, locking onto the tail of a Su-27 and opened its missile bay...

But just as the missile ignited, it went wild, chasing into the distant sea...

"FUCK, damn electronic jamming pod…"

As Maverick attempted to pull up into the clouds again, a Su-27 broke through behind him, locking onto him with radar and launching a missile...

Amidst the chaotic alarms, Maverick felt the aircraft jolt, with one engine and left wing damaged...

As Maverick tried desperately to regain control, a voice came through the public channel...

"This is Hebi Weng from P·B Air Force Bully Squadron. You may surrender, and we will guide you to a landing site..."

Maverick watched as the Su-27 ahead executed an extremely arrogant Cobra maneuver to secure his six o'clock, then, like escorting a prisoner, took a position alongside the Su-27 that had struck him...

He looked at the blaring control panel and smiled bitterly, "Who the hell are you? A private air force?"

"I am Hebi Weng of P·B Air Force Bully Squadron, and beside me is my partner Lu Zhangke. You have five seconds to decide…"

"Lu Zhangke, Hebi Weng…"

Maverick murmured the strange codenames, quickly realizing something and suddenly shouted, "FUCK, you are Chinese..."

With a cold tone, Lu Zhangke fired a short-range dogfight missile, hitting the still-smoking body of the F-22...

"Incorrect answer..."

............

On the ground, Joe Ga received the communication while standing in a forest, looking up at the distant sky as a fireball erupted amid the heavy rain. He grinned at Dorian beside him, "Ready?

It's our turn now!"

Dorian glanced at the distant village, grinned, and petted the bionic eagle perched on his shoulder...

Activating the bionic eagle, he watched as the large bird with a wingspan of nearly a meter soared into the sky...

Dorian, a bit excited, said, "Boss, you should pressure the Hexagon Building more, so they give out more good stuff...

I love this thing; it's in perfect sync with me. Maybe I was born to be a man of the sky…"

Joe Ga laughed heartily, "You can sleep with it from now on..."

Saying this, Joe Ga activated a big cat at his feet, sending it darting into the grassland between the trees and the village to perform explosives detection...

Then Joe Ga operated the computer on his forearm, and a Talus flatbed vehicle slowly rolled out of the trees, extending four slender legs to raise it to a height of 2.2 meters...

From the top of the Talus frontline terminal on the flatbed, a 3-meter-tall detection radar extended...

On the tactical computer, the signals of their allies within a 20-kilometer radius appeared clearly on the screen...

Joe Ga lightly tapped his headset and said, "Long Arrow Camp, greet them..."

Seconds after Joe Ga's command, a series of whistling sounds filled the sky...

............

"Mortar fire…"

"Find cover…"

In the village, Jorgensen and an Island Nation officer simultaneously shouted...

Watching the Island Nation officer dive directly to the ground after shouting, Jorgensen ran over and shoved him, yelling, "Get your men into the trench, quickly…"

"Boom boom boom…"

"Boom boom boom…"