When all fighter squadrons switched to low-altitude cruise mode and advanced toward the Denmark Strait in the southeast...

Cobra and Archerfish performed a maneuver resembling stunt driving. Their F-14 fighters descended simultaneously to about 50 meters above the sea surface, as if hand in hand, in the dim light of dawn...

Subsequently, Archerfish made an extremely dangerous move, lifting the fuselage slightly and flying parallel above Cobra.

From high altitude, the two aircraft seemed to magically turn into one.

Ultra-low altitude penetration has always been a tactic that nations with coastal defense requirements must master, as Earth's curvature can effectively offset radar detection ranges, and sea clutter interference is effective on all carrier fleet radars...

Once the opponent's warning aircraft's patrol alert range is figured out, this tactical maneuver might allow fighter jets to penetrate low-altitude to within ten kilometers of the carrier fleet.

The personnel of Bully Squadron, Dragon King Squadron, Treasure Island Squad have systematically learned such low-altitude penetration tactics...

However, Cobra and Archerfish's maneuver left them puzzled; it was too risky...

Such maneuvers might interfere with enemy radar detection, turning two fighters into one, but a single mistake could result in a collision incident.

Already in the zone, Cobra didn't care about what others thought...

"I need volunteers to circle around from multiple directions to attract the fleet's attention..."

As soon as Cobra finished speaking, the French pilot of the Rafale loudly exclaimed: "We'll go through Polish Airspace, and when we reach the German border, we'll engage in harassment northward..."

At the same time, the Swedish Gripen pilot excitedly shouted: "Our planes have Swedish Air Force transponders. We'll pass through Swedish Airspace, and after the Rafale completes its attack, we'll launch an attack from north to south..."

Cobra was very satisfied with these temp workers' performance. He glanced sideways at the Shah pilot flying at low altitude beside him, unwilling to descend below 500 meters, sighed, and said: "Shah Squadron, climb to 9000 meters, initiate attacks on enemy fighters and warning aircraft."

Listening to the long exhalation from the Shah pilot on the public channel, Cobra shook his head with a chuckle and said: "Bully, Dragon King, Treasure Island, maintain a distance of 3 to 6 minutes from us...

Enemy fleet's air defense has a response time..."

Everyone roughly understood what Cobra was planning, and Storm from Dragon King Squadron said: "We don't have much fuel left; let us take the vanguard..."

Cobra laughed and said: "This is P·B's battle; there's no reason to let allied forces lead the charge..."

...............

The command center on the British Aircraft Carrier descended into chaos...

The gray-haired Captain John, as the sun peeked over the horizon, anxiously shouted into the mic urging fighters to take off to protect the aerial warning aircraft...

P·B's sudden 'whimsy' threw the deck of the Prince of Wales into turmoil...

The standard-equipped F-35B on the British Aircraft Carrier seemed like the King's new clothes; when faced with a real situation, even performing combat takeoff on the calm Baltic Sea was stammering...

When finally a vertical takeoff F-35B completed its launch and joined another ski-jump takeoff F-35B, flying toward the warning aircraft's active range, technicians on the carrier suddenly shouted: "Sir, they're here...

Northeast airspace, 600 kilometers away, 16 F-16 fighters, directorate reports they've equipped two air-to-air missiles and one anti-ship missile...

oh shit, they're targeting the warning aircraft, not even considering a safe return..."

The carrier captain shouted into the mic: "Notify all allied ships to activate fire control radar; Guard, Duncan, launch air defense missiles, let the warning aircraft execute joint guidance to intercept them..."

The old captain, gray-haired eyes fixed on the sea just lit by dawn, muttered to himself: "The F-16s are bait, where's the main force, where's it, where's it..."

As the old general nervously clenched his fist and muttered, radar images displayed some anomalies...

When the Guard and Duncan, two 8000-ton British destroyers, released Aster Missiles to engage, dozens of F-16s suddenly appeared on radar signals...

Sudden strong interference caused momentary radar failure on the warning aircraft...

When technicians on the warning aircraft resolved the problem to complete guidance again, the directorate reported Aster Missiles hit 6 F-16s...

"FUCK, how could this happen? Where's our ally..."

As technicians exclaimed, the accompanying two Italian Destroyers also released air-defense missiles...

The remaining small boats, mostly equipped with Sea Sparrow Missiles, only had a range of 20 kilometers, having little effect on those F-16s. It was unrealistic to rely on them to complete area air defense tasks.

Still, the Italian missiles were powerful; since it was just an exercise, there was no real need to shoot out valuable air-defense missiles...

The two Italian Carlo Bergamini-class frigates launched all 16 Aster Missiles in vertical launch cells in batches.

Two ships with 32 Aster Missiles formed an insurmountable air defense firepower net...

Those brother Shahs are quite straightforward, they received clear instructions from their own Air Force commander...

If the technology fails, rely on fearlessness to make up for it!

Dvali clearly stated that if they show cowardice during the battle, they will have no future once they return.

Facing the chaotic radar signals, these Shah pilots bravely accelerated their fighter jets to maximum speed, driving the early warning aircraft and two escorting F-35Bs towards the southwestern airspace...

Then, just before they were about to be blown up, they screamed and launched Exocet anti-ship missiles.

10 Exocet missiles are indeed terrifying, but not as frightening as the screams of those Shah pilots...

Just as the Shah pilots were flying crazily in the sky 'celebrating' wasting many enemy missiles, an old warship on the surface unexpectedly made a brain-dead move under pressure...

The bow accelerated and collided with a nearby supply ship, causing a hole on the other side's hull.

The British old general angrily held the microphone and shouted loudly: "Don't panic! The range of those missiles is not enough...

FUCK, this is a damn exercise, you won't die! Activate all radars, the enemy's main force hasn't arrived yet..."

While the old general was roaring, the technician suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Northwest airspace, 200 kilometers, 8 Gripens...

Southern airspace, 300 kilometers, 8 Rafales...

Sir, they are using Swedish and German airspace for a sneak attack; they're breaking the rules, right?"

The old general almost laughed out of anger by his subordinate; where is there a notion of rules in war?

As it's a surprise attack, of course, everything that can be used should be utilized...

Using civilian aircraft to cover the fighter jets is not the first time for NATO air forces, what right do they have to criticize others for passing through other countries during an exercise?

Even if there's a complaint, it should be against those two allied countries for not informing the coalition when those fighter jets passed by...

Just as the old general wanted to scold his panicked subordinates...

"Gripens released 8 Exocet missiles, intercept, intercept..."

An ear-piercing air defense alarm sounded on the NATO coalition ships on the Baltic Sea...

The remaining medium and long-range air defense missiles of the fleet, already few in number, were released once again...

Watching several frigates on the northern side of the fleet brainlessly releasing Sea Sparrows to intercept the Exocet missiles, which were still twenty kilometers from the fleet, the old general covered his forehead in pain and groaned...

"Idiots, protect our early warning aircraft..."

While the old general was speaking, the Rafales, which had launched a surprise attack from the German direction, suddenly entered supersonic speed upon leaving the border line...

The two F-35Bs responsible for protecting the early warning aircraft felt like young girls encountering Indian thugs at night, desperately trying to maneuver and buy time for the fleet to launch air defense missiles...

But those Rafales piloted by the French were like seasoned criminal offenders, with four pulling away smoothly for ultra-low altitude flight, closing within 180 kilometers of the fleet range and launching Exocet missiles upon entering range.

Meanwhile, the other four Rafales completely ignored the attacking air defense missiles, decisively firing two shots when F-35Bs entered the range...

Eight medium-range air-to-air missiles blocked all retreat paths for the two F-35Bs, and these French pilots laughed boldly and raised their nose, withdrawing from the combat zone per director's orders while 'coincidentally' covering four ultra-low flying companions...

The four 'fallen' Rafales and the four ascending Rafales were on the same line, making the early warning aircraft temporarily lose its target and realize it might not escape...

These French pilots planned everything carefully, eliminating two bodyguards while alive and blocking fleet air defense missiles with their bodies, and even after 'death,' using their 'bodies' to hold down the legs of the 'girl' early warning aircraft, creating opportunities for rogue comrades...

Soldiers on the early warning aircraft angrily cursed and complained while watching themselves being 'blown up'...

While those in NATO headquarters angrily complained to the director, the forward-facing frigate sounded the alarm...

Four F-14 Tomcats broke away nearly 15 kilometers apart, flying ultra-low close to the sea and entered into the 20 kilometers fleet zone...

The old general picked up binoculars and looked towards the direction of dawn...

Four sea-skimming F-14s dropped Exocet anti-ship missiles, piercing the fleet's vitals like sharp swords...

"Intercept them, intercept them..."

Amid the technician's exclamations, the old general saw the sight of those F-14s through the binoculars...

"Shit..."