Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Chapter 817 Prank

Warning, warning, the fuel tank is low, please return immediately... The fuel gauge light keeps flashing.

The two Dawan pilots were frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. They quickly contacted the control tower via radio: "Control tower, control tower, our fighter plane is low on fuel. Requesting to return and send other fighter planes to intercept. Control tower, control tower, our fighter plane is low on fuel. Requesting to return. The opponent is a fighter with excellent performance..."

Inside the control tower of the Da Wan Province military airport, several officers stood before the radar display, staring at the three tiny dots. One of them punched the console and cursed, "You bunch of losers! Ask the logistics department why our fighter jets are running low on fuel. They're failing at this crucial moment. Do they still want to do this?"

"Send two more fighter jets into the air to intercept. We must not let this fighter plane enter our airspace. Take off immediately."

Li Moer was not in a hurry to enter the airspace of Greater Bay Province. She wanted to see how strong they were.

Two more fighter planes appeared in his mind, and the other side's warning voice came over the radio again: "You have entered our airspace, please return immediately, please return immediately, otherwise we have the right to shoot you down..."

Li Moer thought about it, and a mischievous idea came to his mind. He replied in neon language: "Baga, I'm testing the performance of the newly developed aircraft. Dare to shoot me down? Are you looking for death?"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the radio, and a few seconds later a panicked response came from the broken yet respectful Japanese language: "We're very sorry, we didn't know you were conducting a test. Please forgive us." Li Moer couldn't help laughing. It seemed that some people in Taiwan really had a special "respect" for the Japanese.

She continued to provoke in Japanese: "The performance of your fighter plane is too poor. It is not worthy of being compared with my new plane." The other pilot did not dare to refute, but just responded timidly.

At this time, the officers in the tower were in chaos. Some suggested a strong response, but they were afraid of really offending the Japanese who were "testing new aircraft."

Just as they were hesitating, Li Moer seized the opportunity and accelerated, breaking through their interception line and directly entering the airspace of Dawan Province. The fighter planes could only stare blankly from behind, not daring to make any more rash moves, for fear of angering this "Japanese-speaking master."

Two more fighter jets took off from the ground and followed far behind. Li Moer drove the fighter jet upward suddenly, then drove the fighter jet directly behind the four F5-E fighter jets, turned on the laser illumination, and locked the four fighter jets.

The enemy pilots were terrified and immediately contacted the control tower: "Sir, sir, the enemy has locked onto me and is about to launch a missile. Please give instructions, sir, the enemy has turned on the laser and has locked onto my fighter. They may launch a missile to shoot me down. Please give instructions!"

The officers in the tower turned pale and looked at each other in bewilderment. The officer who had just insisted on intercepting the aircraft was now panicked, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Don't provoke her yet. Try to communicate and keep her calm," a calmer officer hurriedly ordered. A trembling voice from the control tower came over the radio: "Dear... Madam, we mean no harm. Please release the lock on us so we can discuss anything." Li Moer sneered and said in Japanese: "I am a Japanese pilot. Land your crappy plane immediately, or I will shoot it down." Silence fell on the control tower, and the officers were stunned.

At that moment, the Da Wan Province leadership learned of the incident and hastily ordered all fighters to halt operations and avoid conflict with the mysterious Neon fighter. Li Moer, delighted by their surrender, circled Da Wan Province airspace and gracefully accelerated toward the mountains. The fighter was then retracted into space, leaving behind a group of panicked Da Wan pilots and a chaotic control tower.

In the space, Li Moer landed the fighter plane. Old Man Wei came over and asked Li Moer: "Are we returning to Beijing?"

Li Moer shook her head: "Still in Dawan Province." Old Man Wei showed a puzzled expression: "Aren't we going back? The purpose of this trip has been achieved, right?"