Zhou Qingfeng drove the J-15 specially modified for him from the sinking base in Northeast China, and directly relied on his super-large voyage to the 'No. 16 Fishing Administration Boat' located on the sea.

After the aircraft was repaired and replenished fuel, Zhou Qingfeng took off again and rushed out of the island chain. Under the nose of the Japanese and American aviation surveillance system, he used the island's cover to open the space-time door and return to the wasteland.

Zhou Qingfeng left the wasteland before on the ground, and when he came back from the time and space gate, he was flying a fighter plane roaring into the sky. The blue engine fountains the Mach rings, and the fighter planes of dozens of tons climbed up quickly.

When Zhou Qingfeng went to the real world for help, Incred's F-16 had just finished the bombing of Merida City. He could hear the roar gradually moving away in the wilderness outside the city.

Theoretically speaking, Zhou Qingfeng appears in a fighter plane and will not attract the attention of his opponent. The bomb-dropped F-16 will at most have several close-range "rattlesnakes". But everything must be careful, right?

During the rapid climb, Zhou Qingfeng first turned on the photoelectric probe at the forefront. Passive infrared detection methods can find the opponent without arousing the opponent's alertness, but he circled around the air without finding any target...

Obviously, the opponent has already flew a long distance.

Turn on the radar!

Zhou Qingfeng activated the phased array radar on the head of the aircraft. Rabbit's electronic technology has made great progress in recent years. Although it is still a distance from Thieves Eagle, it is far beyond the master Mao Xiong of that year. As a heavy fighter, the J-15 can provide abundant electricity, which makes the radar's power extremely powerful.

For a typical non-stealth third-generation aircraft like the f-16, the detection distance of the phased array radar can reach three to four hundred kilometers. Due to the correct direction, almost the moment Zhou Qingfeng turned on the radar, the J-15's fire control computer caught the target.

According to the characteristics of radar reflected waves, four fighter jets flying at high speed are marked on the flat sign in front of Zhou Qingfeng.

Four F-16s?

Zhou Qingfeng always thought that he would just deal with two.

The simplest fighter formation should be the chief aircraft and the wingman, only two. In front of you, there were two F-16s away at a distance of about 70 or 80 kilometers from Zhou Qingfeng, but about 200 kilometers away, there were two other F-16s approaching.

fuk, this is an uninterrupted air strike!

Thinking about the past two days, the three Mexican divisions have arrived in Merida City. It is most likely that the enemy's general attack will begin. Zhou Qingfeng's face darkened and he said in his heart: This is to kill me!

No matter how much it is, it's just a fight now.

Zhou Qingfeng thought for only two or three seconds and made a decision immediately. Under his wings were two "Pili-15" with a very long range. These two missiles should be more safe to hit a target.

But now there are too many opponents, so Zhou Qingfeng can only be greedy. He controls the radar to allocate firepower channels and locks the two F-16s that are attacking at the farthest. The target data is instantly injected into two big guys under the wings.

A 'Pili-15' popped out of the pylon, fell a distance with inertia of hundreds of kilometers per hour, and then started the engine, accelerated, roared, and rushed to the distance fearlessly. Another 'Pili-15' also quickly left the pylon, and under the push of the powerful tail flame, the speed soared to Mach 6 and burst!

At this moment, over the Yucatan Strait, a two-plane formation of the Incredible Air Force was flying. The chief aircraft Lieutenant Colonel Claude was from Texas. He was once a member of the National Police Force and served in the Bay Area in his early years in the F-16.

Lieutenant Colonel Claude, who is already an old man, is very proud of being able to drive the F-16 to fight again in the end of the world. He likes this noble feeling of controlling strong equipment to maintain world peace and American interests.

"God bless America!" Claude shouted happily on the radio, attracting laughter from his wingman and his companions. His mission tonight was to destroy the defense system of Merida, Mexico. It is said that the waste-like Mexican government forces were actually stopped by a group of guerrillas.

Night flight requires full attention, but Lieutenant Colonel Claude is flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters at this moment, which is a very fuel-efficient and very safe altitude. He is in contact with the fleet of returning flights, and both sides have time to talk about midnight snacks or something else?

The wingman said on the radio: "Lieutenant Colonel, I'm a little tired of flying. The bombs I threw are more valuable than the targets we destroyed. Why don't we attack Havana directly? I've been famous for the "Cat's Claw Club" there for a long time."

Hahaha… Lieutenant Colonel Claude laughed a few times, “Don’t ask me why? Politicians always think too much, but I actually want to go to Havana to enjoy it. I have traveled to Cuba many times before, and the girls there are all very enthusiastic.”

After saying that, Lieutenant Colonel Claude laughed a few times again, but this time he could not hear the wingman pilot's echo. What came out of the radio was a colleague's confusion and panic scream, "Hell, what's going on? I'm locked, and the radar warning plane is calling the police. There are enemies around!"

The radar alarm plane is calling the alarm?

Lieutenant Colonel Claude's first reaction was that their fighter jets were targeted by the air defense radar on the ground, but the problem was that they were on the sea! They were all under the protection of their own warships along the way, and it was impossible for hostile warships to be active.

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Claude's landline also suddenly sounded an alarm, and the omnidirectional radar alarm aircraft clearly showed that the danger came from the front!

Hell!

The dense warning sound indicates that the opponent in the dark has completed the fire control lock, and the attack is likely to be on the way. Claude immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He shouted "avoid" and quickly controlled the fighter plane to roll and tried to get out.

Claude also adjusted the radar mode, and three targets appeared directly in front of the scanner head, two were identified as friends, and one at the farthest was the enemy.

"fuk, this guy actually locked us two hundred kilometers away." Claude immediately calmed down. He quickly informed his wingman of the situation, and contacted the friendly aircraft in front and the air base in the rear at extremely fast speed.

There are not many missiles that can strike 200 kilometers, and Claude feels that he will not be too unlucky. Although he knows that the Aurora Legion has f-22 and f-35, he may have been discovered by the F-16's radar at such a long distance, and this must be the same third-generation aircraft as them.

"Don't be afraid, the enemy has only one fighter plane. We separate from each other and attack the target from both sides." Lieutenant Colonel Claude is very experienced. You should know that air combat also has tactics, and simple cooperation can make all the opponent's efforts futile.

The two F-16s returning from the front were also rolling and turning around. They were under greater threat and were eager to counterattack. Claude thought for a while and felt that he would still have to fight the reckless opponent on the other side to get close to the distance.

Because this time, the two F-16 fleets came out to perform ground attack missions, most of them were laser-guided bombs, and only two pitiful "rattlesnakes" were defended. Although the maximum range of "rattlesnakes" on paper was dozens of kilometers, its effective range was actually only more than ten kilometers.

"It doesn't matter. As long as we cooperate well, the 'Rattlesnake' can kill that idiot." Claude encouraged his teammates on the radio. He had not had air combat for many years, and he had not even shot down any enemy planes in the Gulf of the Middle East that year.

"My blood is rolling, my heart is beating, my heart is shouting. Praise God, I finally have a chance..." Lieutenant Colonel Claude was conducting a pre-war prayer that inspired morale, but suddenly a panic call came from the radio, which was the return fleet that had just completed the turn.

"I'm Lock 60, my wingman was shot down, and the opponent was equipped with medium range bullets. Repeat, my wingman was shot down. I was about to jump."

The shouting came to an abrupt end in a short while, and the radio was quiet for a few seconds. The Incredley Air Force Base in Florida was immediately shouting like crazy, constantly asking what was going on?

Lieutenant Colonel Claude was stunned after halfway through the prayer oath. He stared at the two disappearing points on the radar screen and murmured in disbelief: "Hey, the opponent is equipped with medium range bombs, we just lost two f-16s."
Chapter completed!