Mach 7!
Mach 9!
Mach 12!
With the roar of the engines, Tes Lunsi, piloting the SLT Meijun heavy fighter, along with the remaining forty-seven Meijun fighters, launched repeated assaults on Jing Mingqiu's Dragon Country fighter from different directions.
Tes Lunsi was at the forefront, the first to catch up to Jing Mingqiu's aircraft.
"Die!"
With a roar, Tes Lunsi rapidly pushed the joystick, the fuselage dipping, its nose ram cutting towards the Dragon Country fighter's wing in an extremely peculiar posture.
Including Meiguo's President Smith Lunen and a large group of high-ranking Meiguo officials, they nervously watched the real-time satellite monitoring feed, fearful of missing a crucial moment.
However, the collision they had imagined did not occur.
Just as the two aircraft were about to collide, the Dragon Country fighter piloted by Jing Mingqiu suddenly flapped its wings like a small bird, precisely evading Tes Lunsi's attack.
Seeing this, Meiguo's six-star general Saloyan Primor quickly explained to his colleagues, "It's fine, that was just the first one. There are still over forty more. He can't dodge all of them!"
Meiguo's President Smith Lunen glanced at him, noncommittal, but his abandonment of the idea of Meijun fighting grew by three parts.
Because Jing Mingqiu and the Meijun First Air Force Group were both flying at high speeds, the Meijun only had one chance to attack during each pass.
Seeing his offensive fail, Tes Lunsi immediately pushed the joystick down, preparing to temporarily disengage in order to re-adjust his posture for a second attack.
Tes Lunsi had a nice thought, but unfortunately, Jing Mingqiu never had the habit of passively taking hits without fighting back. He lifted his wings, dodged the ram, and then suddenly decelerated, falling back half a body length behind him.
Then, Jing Mingqiu's fighter's right wing slammed down, directly striking Tes Lunsi's fighter with a heavy blow.
With a loud bang, Tes Lunsi's fighter's tail wing was instantly reduced to fragments.
A plane's tail wing, much like a bird's tail, is crucial for the aircraft's stability. It is also an important component used to control the aircraft's pitch, yaw, and roll to alter its flight attitude.
After losing its tail wing, Tes Lunsi's fighter violently vibrated, instantly losing balance, and plunged towards the ground spewing black smoke.
Tes Lunsi had no choice but to eject, watching his multi-million dollar fighter explode into a magnificent firework.
"Damn!" Tes Lunsi, floating in the air, cursed as he watched his beloved aircraft explode, while quickly tapping his helmet. He activated the internal communication system and shouted through his earpiece to the other pilots, "That Jing Mingqiu kid is something else. Don't come one by one, attack together!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Soon, two Meijun SLT fighters adjusted their posture, one above and one below, flanking him, and simultaneously rammed Jing Mingqiu from different directions.
"A petty trick."
Jing Mingqiu's lips curved slightly as he casually nudged the joystick a few times.
The next second, their paths crossed.
With the shaking of the wings and the deflection of the fuselage, the fighter piloted by Jing Mingqiu elegantly dodged the Meijun fighters' ram, and as a parting gift, delivered them a heavy slap.
In the end, after another pass, two more Meijun fighters became fireworks.
If two wasn't enough, then four!
The Meijun became more determined with each setback. Four Meijun fighters increased their speed, cooperating with each other. Two directly rammed, while the other two anticipated Jing Mingqiu's evasion path, directly heading towards where he might dodge.
Facing the Meijun's combined pincer attack, Jing Mingqiu grew even happier. "Good idea, but pity? Who told you this was the only direction I could dodge in!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Amidst four crisp sounds, four more spectacular fireworks appeared in the sky! This time, Jing Mingqiu deliberately aimed for the cockpit, directly turning the pilots into mincemeat.
Seeing their comrades' tragic demise, the other Meijun pilots could no longer control their grief and anger. Disregarding formation, they rushed forward en masse, intending to ram Jing Mingqiu to death and make him pay for his comrades.
"Come on then!"
The more there were, the happier Jing Mingqiu became. The massive fighter, in his hands, weaved nimbly among the Meijun fighters like a graceful butterfly.
Their fierce attacks couldn't even touch his "clothes hem," but instead, he would occasionally slap them heavily. They fell from the sky spewing black smoke, turning into colorful fireworks.
"General, General!" In the Meiguo White House, Saloyan Primor, the six-star general of Meiguo, heard his communicator suddenly light up, and Tes Lunsi's anxious voice came through.
"General! I am Tes Lunsi. Our fighters, whether in terms of maneuverability or fuselage strength, are no match for the Dragon Country fighter."
"The ramming not only fails to cause any damage to the Dragon Country fighter, but instead, due to his counterattack, it results in severe damage!"
"I request an immediate termination of the 'Aerial Scalpel' plan! Terminate immediately! Stop causing further unnecessary casualties!"
Saloyan Primor couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't fathom that their specially designed fighters, the skills honed for ten years, and the ace pilots with their distinguished combat records, would meet such an end against a hastily assembled Dragon Country fighter, unable to even scratch him.
But the satellite images didn't lie, and Tes Lunsi's plea didn't lie. Faced with this outcome, Saloyan Primor instinctively cursed.
"Damn! This is unscientific! When did Dragon Country fighters get so strong? They were clearly two generations behind us!"
"Your Excellency, General," President Smith Lunen of Meiguo's voice came from nearby.
"I think it might not be that the Dragon Country fighters are strong, but that our fighters are too weak. I believe we should now conduct an anti-corruption campaign to clear out the internal rot!"
Before Saloyan Primor could retort, the Secretary of State of Meiguo, Billd Barryt, suddenly stepped forward.
"Mr. President is right. The Meijun have suffered repeated setbacks recently. I believe this must be due to internal problems in Meiguo. I strongly support an internal review! Firstly, I think we should start with Salo..."
Saloyan Primor, having been in politics for so many years, saw their synchronized move and immediately realized they intended to frame him with corruption and treason to seize his interests.
"Shut up! Now is not the time to discuss this," Saloyan Primor roared, forcibly interrupting Billd Barryt. "Tes, the operation is canceled! You withdraw immediately! All of you withdraw!"
"Yes, General."
Tes Lunsi, floating in the air, upon receiving the military order, immediately opened the internal channel and shouted loudly.
"This is Captain Tes Lunsi. All personnel heed the order, the original plan is canceled. Abandon the target, withdraw immediately, withdraw immediately!"
Jing Mingqiu was happily smashing them when he saw the Meijun fighters surrounding him scatter. He was quite displeased. "You were ramming me so joyfully before, and now you want to run? It's not that easy!"
"Yue'er, activate overload mode." With Jing Mingqiu's command, the Dragon Country fighter's speed increased again. It quickly caught up to the fleeing Meijun fighters. With a flick of its wing, it was like swatting flies, and two more multi-million dollar fireworks appeared in the sky.
Seeing another Meijun fighter shot down, Tes Lunsi couldn't sit still. He joined the public channel and roared.
"Jing Mingqiu, we've already conceded. What more do you want? If you continue to attack, we will have to use missiles to protect ourselves!"