While the air raid sirens in Chongqing were still wailing, Leitao piloted his F-35B fighter jet, soaring like a sharp, cloud-piercing arrow straight toward the frigid, mist-shrouded skies over Bohai Bay. The aircraft’s AN/APG-81 radar switched to silent mode, scanning every inch of the Liaodong Peninsula without a sound. On the holographic display, the layout of the Fengtian Dongta Airport was laid bare, resembling a sleeping beast dissected with surgical precision: thirty meters underground lay the Japanese Army’s aviation supply hub, with fuel reserves disguised as grain silos. Twenty Type 98 anti-aircraft guns lurked on either side of the runway; though their barrels were coated in frost, they glowed with an unsettling dark red in the infrared spectrum, poised for action.
"Quantum camouflage 4.0, engage," Leitao’s voice came through the oxygen mask, accompanied by a faint hum. Instantly, the nano-coating on the jet's fuselage shifted and rearranged as if by magic, distorting the radar reflection into a dense pattern of ice-crystal echoes, rendering it nearly impossible to detect in the vast night. Leitao pulled up the tactical map, his eyes burning with focus as he locked onto the ventilation shaft of the underground supply hub—the optimal entry point for a GBU-57 bunker buster. However, at this critical moment, the Distributed Aperture System (DAS) emitted a sharp, urgent alarm: "High-altitude heat source detected! Twelve Zero Model 52 fighters, carrying napalm, are clos…
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