115: The reshuffling is over! This vast ocean now belongs to the Jiang family!

In the sky, looking at the dense missile signals swarming like bees on the radar warning receiver...

The lead pilot's psychological defense completely collapsed:

"Sixteen?!"

"He actually fired sixteen missiles in one go against four planes?!"

"Is he using missiles like a machine gun?!!"

In conventional naval warfare logic, anti-aircraft missiles are extremely precious resources,

usually two are used to intercept one target. But Jiang Ran didn't care.

Anyway, these missiles were stolen, so he didn't feel bad about using them up.

What he wanted wasn't cost-effectiveness.

What he wanted was absolute destruction that left no way out.

"Evade! Evade quickly! Throw out all the decoys!!"

At that moment, the originally orderly "Thor" formation instantly broke out in chaos.

The four fighter jets were like a frightened flock of birds, fleeing in all directions.

But in the face of that overwhelming net of fire, the sky seemed so narrow.

"Puff puff puff puff—"

At an altitude of eight thousand meters, it instantly turned into a chaotic ocean of interwoven silver and crimson.

To save their lives, the four "Thor" fighters exhausted all their infrared decoys and radar chaff in an instant.

Countless burning magnesium powder clumps and radar-reflective aluminum foil strips exploded in the air, forming walls of brilliant yet deadly fireworks.

Attempting to confuse the screeching reapers.

If it were an old-fashioned infrared seeker, it might indeed have been fooled by the sky full of decoys.

But unfortunately, what was locked onto them were Ark's most cutting-edge active radar-guided missiles.

And the black iron's over-powered "Aegis" fire control algorithm.

"Damn it! No use! The decoys are useless!"

"They're still locked on me!!"

The lead pilot looked in despair at the red dots on the radar screen that completely ignored the interference clouds and remained firmly locked behind him.

He let out one last roar: "Full afterburner! Vertical climb! Shake it off..."

"Boom—!!!"

Before his voice had even faded, a heavy "sea red flag-9B" missile was already like an arrow piercing through the clouds.

With the terrifying kinetic energy of Mach 4, it slammed directly into his right engine.

There was no need for the warhead to detonate.

The massive kinetic impact alone instantly smashed this heavy fighter jet, worth hundreds of millions, into two pieces in mid-air.

Immediately after, the warhead detonated.

A brilliant orange-red fireball exploded in the clouds.

Countless burning titanium alloy fragments were like a poignant meteor shower, trailing long smoke trails as they fell toward the sea.

"Lead plane shot down! Lead plane shot down!!"

The communication channel was filled with terrified screams.

Meanwhile.

Another wingman, attempting to dive and maneuver into the blind spot of low-altitude clutter, also met its end.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!!"

The wingman pilot watched the missiles in his rearview mirror closing in from both sides like a pair of scissors.

The control stick in his hand was about to be snapped.

He performed a textbook "high-G barrel roll," trying to shake off the missile lock.

But he wasn't facing just one missile; there were four.

Although he dodged the first and fooled the second, he couldn't escape the dead-zone blockade of the third and fourth.

"Bang—!!"

A "sea red flag-16" exploded violently five meters below his fuselage.

Thousands of tungsten alloy pre-fragmented pieces instantly tore the fragile fuselage into a honeycomb.

The left wing was severed clean off.

The fighter jet, losing its balance, began to spin wildly and horizontally in the air.

Like a fly that had lost its wings, it slammed hard onto the sea surface in a series of heart-pounding spiral trajectories.

"Boom!!"

A water column up to a hundred meters high shot into the sky, then was quickly swallowed by the waves.

The "Thor" formation, which had been so arrogant just a minute ago.

In the blink of an eye, half of them were forcibly dragged from the sky by this wave of unreasonable saturation strikes.

This was the wrath of "nemesis".

Since you want to look down on all living things from on high, I'll knock you into the mud... "Abort mission! Repeat! Abort mission!!"

In the remaining two "Thor" fighters, the pilots' psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Watching their teammates explode into fireballs one after another in the sky.

Looking at that terrifying smoke net that still hadn't completely dissipated, they no longer had the arrogance of being Ark elites.

At this moment, only one thought remained in their minds:

Escape.

Escape from this sea of death, escape from that black ghost ship that seemed to have crawled out of hell.

"Crack—Plop!"

To gain even a tiny bit more escape velocity, the two fighters pressed the emergency jettison buttons almost simultaneously.

Those expensive missiles mounted under the wings that hadn't even been fired yet,

along with the heavy external fuel tanks, were thrown into the sea like worthless trash.

The lightened fighters suddenly pulled up, their tail nozzles spitting out two dazzling blue-purple Mach rings.

"Boom—!!!"

Afterburners fully open.

These two once-arrogant masters of the sky were now like wild dogs with broken legs.

With their tails between their legs, they dove desperately into the depths of the high-altitude clouds at a near-insane climbing angle.

Disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Leaving behind only two pathetic trails, witnessing this crushing defeat.

"They sure run fast."

In the Command cabin, Jiang Ran watched the two signals rapidly receding on the radar screen and did not order a pursuit.

On one hand, it was because that "extravagant" wave of saturation strikes had already exhausted all the stockpiled ammunition.

The launch silos were now cleaner than his face.

On the other hand... "Sometimes, leaving a few survivors to go back and report is more useful than killing them all."

Jiang Ran slowly sat back in his chair, exhaling a long breath of turbid air as he watched the airspace on the screen return to calm.

As the adrenaline receded, a deep sense of fatigue washed over him.

"Is it over?"

Old Chen scrambled up from the ground, looking at the once-again empty sky outside the window, still somewhat in disbelief:

"Those were Ark's planes... we actually won?"

"We didn't just win."

Su Qingyu looked at the two bright red kill icons on the data recorder, a complex light flickering in her eyes:

"After this battle, Ark's assessment level of us will probably double."

The black iron might have previously been seen by Ark as just a somewhat troublesome barbarian with a big stick.

But today, when this ship showed its fangs, capable of shooting down supersonic fighters and possessing regional air defense capabilities,

the nature of the situation has completely changed.

"If it doubles, then let it double."

Jiang Ran closed his eyes, feeling the warship beneath him slowly recovering its energy, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth:

"At least from today onwards, there's a new rule on this sea."

"What rule?" Old Chen asked subconsciously.

Jiang Ran opened his eyes, his gaze passing through the porthole toward the sky that had just swallowed two fighter jets:

"Above the black iron is a no-fly zone."