Leitao stood beside the F-35B as a holographic map flickered before him, precisely marking the dangerous airspace from Hebei to Xinjing. Every red dot represented a Japanese Army airfield—like fangs in the dark, exuding a grim threat. The robotic arm calibrated the fuses of the thermobaric bombs one last time, while a faint blue quantum shield shimmered across the fuselage, its intricate energy patterns pulsing like rhythmic notes, playing the prelude to battle.
"Bagua spinning top system, initiate spatial anchor recall." Leitao’s voice, filtered through his helmet visor, sounded cold and hard, like a blade emerging from ice. The air around the cockpit twisted into a vortex; spacetime folded under the effects of quantum entanglement, and the fighter plunged into an inky abyss. When his vision cleared, familiar cumulonimbus clouds churned on either side of the wings. It was the same airspace where, two days ago, he had destroyed the Shijiazhuang airbase. It felt as if time had flowed backward to recreate that heart-stopping scene.
The infrared detector suddenly flashed red, like lightning tearing through the night. Below, on the snowy plains, the Japanese Army base he had destroyed had already been rebuilt. Brand-new Zero fighters lined the concrete runway, and in the center of the formation stood a giant steel tower, its top-mounted disc-shaped device emitting eerie pulse waves. Leitao’s pupils contracted; his tactical visor automatically analyzed the metallic structure, id…
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