Longdao now conducts a counter-air combat exercise every day. The two sides are fighting in a defined area. It mainly examines the combat readiness of the pilots of each air force fighter unit.
At the same time, this place is also mainly responsible for cultivating pilots' adaptability in dealing with emergencies and facing powerful enemies, and also cultivating fighter pilots' air combat capabilities.
Of course, so far, no foreign force has won the exercise with the Blue Army's imaginary enemy force on Long Island, because the equipment gap between the two sides is really too big.
The imaginary enemy troops on Long Island are mainly equipped with J-6 fighter jets, while other foreign Datang Empire air force pilots are generally equipped with Butcher fighter jets - well, the two sides are not from the same era at all, so there is no suspense about their defeat.
Already.
Conducting such exercises is not to allow these foreign air forces to win, but to allow them to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, while at the same time moving their muscles and bones to avoid over-reliance on equipment performance.
It's just that the torture process of the exercise is not so comfortable. Many pilots even regarded the entire exercise as a grand horror story after returning to their units.
The ace pilot from the Chang'an Garrison Air Force flew his Butcher fighter jet over the sea near Long Island.
There are more than 30 achievements graffitied on the tail of his fighter jet, which represents his strength. As an old pilot, his achievements are very dazzling, otherwise he would not be able to hold the position of captain in the air force stationed in Chang'an.
At this moment, he was leading the six aircraft under his command, forming three formations and flying above the clouds.
After arriving at the designated location, he reported to the exercise headquarters through the radio station that he was ready for the exercise: "Dragon Scale No. 1, Dragon Scale No. 1, I am Changdao No. 1... I have entered the exercise area! Repeat,
I have entered the exercise area!"
The radios of the six Butcher fighter jets simultaneously sounded the voice of the control tower: "This is the Dragon Scale 1 ground command station. Your position on the radar is very clear. The exercise has officially begun. I wish you good results."
The captain controlled his plane and nervously searched the nearby airspace through the cockpit hatch glass: "Thank you! Keep searching! Stay vigilant!"
"Sir, no target found, I'm following you." Not far behind him, another Butcher fighter followed closely, and the wingman pilot reported the report while searching the other side according to his habit.
In the cockpit of the lead plane, the captain glanced at the dashboard and reminded everyone: "Keep the battle formation! Be careful of those damn blue army imaginary enemies, these bastards have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. According to the first plan, Group 2 will arrive first.
Stand by in the clouds!”
The pilots of Group 2 immediately began to carry out their commander's orders: "Understood! I am maintaining an altitude of... 7,000 meters! The clouds are below us! The view is good."
The two Butcher fighter jets broke away from the formation and began to lower their altitude. On the other side, there were two more Butcher fighter jets that formed a formation and flew at a distance from the captain's plane.
"Pay attention below! I suspect they will use the bottom to get close to us!" After a while, because the view below was not very good, the captain reminded again.
The wingman pilot's eyes were a little sore as he searched for the target, and he couldn't help complaining: "Group 2 is ambushing in the clouds. If they come over, Group 2 will attack from below."
"Group 3 reports that there is no trace of 'enemy aircraft' here." On the other side, just after being ordered to continue to open a distance of about two kilometers, the lead pilot of Group 3 reported the safety situation.
The wingman pilot complained a little irritably: "Damn, this kind of exercise has no reference value at all. It is impossible for our enemy to have such an advanced aircraft."
"Shut up! This is an exercise, a test for us! Pay attention to your speed and keep your distance!" The captain driving the lead plane scolded his subordinates. By calculating the time, the other party should have arrived.
Although they did not know how powerful the aircraft of the Blue Army's imaginary enemy force were, they had heard some legends about these aircraft before coming.
The brother troops said that the speed of these planes was amazing, and some said that the other side was simply a group of damn ghosts. Due to confidentiality reasons, the other side was unwilling to talk more about their experience on Long Island, so they who came here to participate in the exercise did not know how serious the matter was.
terrible.
Suddenly, the wingman pilot's shout pulled the captain out of his thoughts. His voice was full of panic, as if he had seen some monster: "One o'clock direction! One o'clock direction! Suspicious target found! Damn they are so fast!
"
In the blink of an eye, the two black spots were close before their eyes. They saw their opponent, but they barely saw how the opponent was approaching.
The wings of the damn imaginary enemy aircraft were swept back, and they were extremely fast, like a meteor, passing directly in front of everyone's eyes. At the same time that the two aircraft appeared, the entire sky reverberated with a deafening loud noise, as if
It's like the whole sky has been cracked.
For the first time, a thought appeared in the minds of all the Butcher fighter pilots: What the hell is that thing?
"Spread out! Spread out! Keep your distance! Climb up! Seize a favorable position!" Almost instinctively, the captain commanded his men to start counterattack according to their past habits.
"Group 3 receives it, disperse! Disperse!" In the earpiece, the pilots of Group 3 also responded to the captain's order.
The second group of pilots who were hiding in the clouds immediately responded: "Group 2 is climbing! What is this sound? Damn it, what speed are they going at?"
However, they had just climbed out of the clouds when they saw two black spots in the distant sky making a super exaggerated arc and returning to the battlefield.
The captain reacted and immediately changed the plan: "Use the second plan! Use the second plan! They are faster than us, stop climbing, stop climbing, dive into the clouds! Lower the altitude!"
In the past, they had a speed advantage against any enemy, but this time, the opponent was obviously faster. In this case, there was no difference between continuing to climb and dying.
He swore to God that after flying in the sky for so many years, he had never seen anything so fast. The two enemy planes, with cold light flashing all over their bodies, circled back in a huge circle in the distance, and they didn't even move at all.
Doesn't look bulky.
For the sake of fairness, according to the rules of the exercise, the opponent's first attack was invalid, so the opponent rushed through the formation of Butcher fighter jets, circled in the distance, and launched a second attack.
This is equivalent to saying that they first told the Butcher fighter pilots participating in the exercise that the enemy was coming, and then used their cards to launch an attack. It was simply arrogant to the extreme!
But in the opinion of the captain of the Butcher fighter unit who participated in the exercise, these two damn "enemy planes" are really arrogant!
The wingman pilot raised his neck and kept searching. For the first time, he felt that the view of the Butcher fighter he was flying was not enough.
He waited until his neck was so twisted that he saw the two planes shining silver in the sun that suddenly broke into his eyes: "Damn, they are coming, did you hear that sound? Repeat, you
Did you hear that sound?"
Now, the entire sky was reverberating with that exaggerated roar. At this moment, these butcher pilots finally felt a little bit about the mood of the enemy soldiers who heard the whistle of the Stuka dive bombers of the Tang Empire.
This kind of oppression from all senses is indeed enough to make people collapse. Even with headphones, the low rumble can still be heard clearly. For these pilots, this noise is simply like the whisper of the devil.
Driving the Butcher fighter jet to change its flight path, the captain reminded his comrades to use tactics they were unfamiliar with to fight the powerful enemy: "Avoid! Avoid! Horizontal maneuver! Continue to lower the altitude and lead them to fight at a lower place.
Don't let them take advantage of speed!"
They have never encountered such an opponent in the past few years, so they don't have much experience fighting with the enemy. They will not put themselves in danger, and in most cases they just stick to the principle of one-shot escape and dive.
attack.
This tactic is very similar to the one being used by the opponent in front of me...the opponent is also using high speed to get close, but the difference is that the relative speed of the two enemy planes is faster!
"My lead plane was shot down! He hasn't reacted yet! What should I do now? Sir! Repeat, what should I do now?" The nervous voice of the wingman pilot of the third group came through the radio.
It seemed that the opponent's attack was very methodical. Based on the principle of cutting off the wings first and then attacking the core, they took the lead in launching an attack on the third group who was supporting the outside.
The ace captain from Chang'an piloted the plane to lower the altitude while looking for the two enemies through the hatch. He had never fought such an uncomfortable air battle, so he could only rely on the clouds to stabilize his position: "Decrease the altitude!
Descending! Entering the clouds! What speed are they going at?"
Suddenly, he saw the two enemy planes turning in a large circle at extremely fast speeds. With that terrifying speed advantage, the opponent's large circle was actually faster than the Butcher fighter jet's small circle!
The captain who saw all this with his own eyes sighed: What speed are they doing!
Although the integrated hatch of the Butcher fighter jet provides a good view above, the pilot sitting in the aircraft still feels that his view is blocked.
The wingman pilot flew sideways and followed his lead aircraft as it circled and descended, while shaking his head back and forth, hoping to find the two imaginary enemy aircraft that were rushing around like ghosts.
