The night was as thick as black ink, staining the firmament with mystery. Leitao tapped his fingers three times on the console with precision, as if rapping on the knocker of fate. The weapons bay of the F-35B opened slowly, like the fangs of a giant beast, as twelve miniature intelligent combat drones swarmed out. Coated in adaptive camouflage, they were like ghosts blending into the darkness, with only two rows of eerie blue taillights flickering amidst the clouds like mysterious phosphorescence in the deep sea.
"Swarm combat protocol, activated." Leitao’s voice was cold and steady, like frost in the dead of night. As he spoke, the drone formation on the holographic display instantly transformed into twelve streaks of light, racing toward the enemy fleet in an impeccable diamond formation. The AI combat system aboard each drone operated at high speed, acting like a precision war machine. It analyzed the thrust vectoring of the enemy engines in real-time and calculated the optimal interception angle in a split second, as if it had already foreseen every move the enemy would make.
At this moment, the remaining twelve modified Japanese Army Zero fighters were struggling to regroup in a panic. Inside the cockpits, alarms blared one after another like the whispers of death. "Radar has captured unidentified flying objects!" the voice of Third Flight Squadron leader Lieutenant Miyamoto carried a hint of panic. He was just about to issue an evasive maneuver command when he realiz…
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