The searchlights at Beiping Nanyuan Airport cut through the pre-dawn mist like pale ribbons, dancing across the sky like the fingers of death. Leitao piloted his F-35B fighter, slipping through the clouds like a phantom. The GBU-39 Small Diameter Bombs under the fuselage had entered a hot-standby state; the diamond-patterned coating on their casings shimmered with a cold, metallic glow in the morning light, resembling the fangs of a venomous snake poised to strike.
"AI reconnaissance system, mark the runway seams," Leitao commanded, his voice cold and hard as iron beneath his oxygen mask. On the holographic display, the concrete runway of Nanyuan Airport was parsed into a grid, with the structural weak points at the seams highlighted in glowing red. He nudged the control stick, and the GBU-39 bombs locked onto their targets. Suddenly, the cockpit alarm blared; the infrared early-warning system indicated that three shells from the Japanese Army's Type 99 anti-aircraft guns were incoming from the rear.
"Activate electronic jamming!" Leitao yanked the control stick, and the fighter carved a hair-raising arc through the air. As the fuselage bucked violently, he caught a glimpse of the Japanese anti-aircraft positions on the ground adjusting their aim. Relying on years of flight experience, he quickly calculated the shell trajectories and pushed the fighter into an extreme maneuver. The three shells grazed the wings, detonating in the air with blinding flashes of fire.
Chapter 482