The air defense siren echoed over the airport, and the Dornish fighter pilots, who had been idle for many days, ran towards the fighter jets parked in the hangar, somewhat unfamiliar.
It had been a while since they had taken off to intercept an enemy plane like this, or most of them had never had any decent actual combat experience.
Many of Dorne's pilots have actual combat experience, but most of these pilots are concentrated in three places: the capital, the coast, and the elves.
The Dornish pilots deployed in the capital are naturally the most powerful, and they are equipped with the best equipment. They are generally equipped with jet fighters such as Sabres.
Similarly, the Dornish fighter units assembled in the elves are also elites, and they often fight with the Tang Empire's air force. As long as they don't die, they can accumulate rich experience in escaping and parachuting.
Needless to say, there is no need to say more about the coastal areas of Dorne. If you are deployed on the seaside, you will naturally encounter air raids by the Tang Navy. You can have some actual combat experience to some extent. Even avoiding bombing is a kind of experience, isn't it?
As for the air force pilots deployed in the southeastern interior of Dorne, they do not have much possibility of actual combat. Moreover, the Dorne fighter jets deployed in this direction are actually old antiques that cannot be replaced in time.
More than two-thirds of the aircraft are propeller-driven fighters. There were so many of these aircraft produced in those years that they have not yet had time to be completely phased out.
This type of aircraft basically only has a maximum flight speed of 500 to 600 kilometers. It is simply a dream to catch up with a supersonic strategic bomber like the White Swan.
With the clumsy climbing speed of these aircraft, by the time they reach the altitude where the white swans move, the day lilies will be cold. Moreover, they have no ability to climb to the altitude that the white swans can fly. At that altitude, their engines will not work at all.
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Therefore, from the very beginning, in the military airports built in the hinterland of the Dorne Empire, there were very few aircraft that could be dispatched to intercept the White Swan, and there were only a few aircraft that could be dispatched.
But the superiors ordered that those who should set off to intercept should still go out. Therefore, many airports sounded the air defense sirens and dispatched the best fighter jets they could find.
Some airports took off ME-262 fighter jets, and some airports took off some F-86 Sabres. Some of these aircraft were produced by Dorn itself using Elf's exported technology, and some were produced under license using technology purchased from Cyric.
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The ME-262 fighter jets provided by the elves were technically outdated, so the Dorn Empire imported them as ground attack aircraft and then deployed them in the mainland to replenish their numbers. Their air combat performance was relatively average.
Of course, it can't catch up with the white swan, and it can barely even fly to the height of the white swan. At the same time, due to the range, the airspace area that the ME-262 fighter can intercept is pitifully small.
The same goes for the Saber fighter. Its range is quite sufficient, but it can't catch up and can't fly high, which is very difficult.
"The target altitude is 13,000 meters? Are you kidding me?" The fighter pilot, who was putting his flight cap and goggles on his head, stared wide-eyed at the commander who sent him to the plane.
The commander looked away in embarrassment and explained: "The task is difficult, and it requires great courage on your part."
To intercept such a target does require extraordinary courage: you must first fly the aircraft to the nearby airspace, and then calculate the advance and start climbing desperately. After climbing to that altitude, the aircraft basically loses power and operation.
It's sexual, so I can only do simple dive movements.
Then find the target to intercept, seize the position and take advantage of the only short attack window, fire at the target, and then let the aircraft fall as if it has lost power, drop to an altitude of several thousand meters, let the engine work again, and regain control of the aircraft.
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During this process, your aircraft may lose control at any time, so even if you use the advanced F-22 to hit a higher-altitude stray balloon, it is a very dangerous interception mission.
"You guys are really crazy...that thing is flying faster than the speed of sound!" Although he had never seen the white swan, the pilot who had just received the takeoff mission still saw the mission briefing.
Yes, he must at least know what he is trying to intercept before he can take off, right? But the reality is cruel. The thing he is trying to intercept is currently flying at an altitude of 13,000 meters, much faster than the speed of sound!
And the damn first-generation Saber fighter he was flying had a flying altitude limit of about 13,000 meters, and at that altitude it was no different than a brick.
Therefore, he only had one chance to "ram" the target head-on from below, aim at the target and fire before he lost speed, and then fall back to normal height to allow the engine to return to normal working condition...
If you want to say whether there is a possibility of success, theoretically it is a little bit possible. But if you want to say the probability of success, it is almost infinitely close to zero.
This unlucky pilot almost wanted to scold him. It would have been okay if he was an ace pilot with superb experience and skills, but he was just a rookie who had not flown more than 300 hours a year!
He is a rookie who has never participated in a few exercises! He is a rookie who has never even seen an enemy plane! He is a rookie who has never made an illegal operation to fly a plane to an altitude of 13,000 meters!
"There is no way, I know what you are thinking, and I also know that this is indeed beyond the capabilities of our base." The commander helplessly comforted his most experienced rookie: "But you are my most powerful.
As a pilot, you can do it! You can do it! You are the best!"
"Of course, I don't necessarily ask you to shoot down the target. Do your best...do you understand what I mean?" The officer gave the other party a "you know" look.
The pilot understood this, and his commander's intention was to do his best: if there was a chance, it would be a meritorious service and reward, and everyone would be promoted and make a fortune. If there was no chance, then there would be no merit but to fly the plane back safely...
"I understand." The pilot got into the cabin, the ground crew helped to close the hatch, and then a group of people evacuated the Saber fighter that was about to take off in an emergency.
With the roar of their engines, the two Saber fighter jets rushed out of the runway one after another and sped towards the blue sky in the distance.
The same thing happened at three military airports along the way. Two Type 262 fighter attack aircraft and eight Saber fighter jets took off one after another, ordered to intercept five enemy aircraft that invaded Dorne.
