"Discover the suspicious target and start a tentative attack! Annihilate the F-15 fighter jets!"
F/A-XX was already impatient with the last remaining fly, and launched two missiles from the built-in weapons bay.
Unexpectedly, one of the two missiles rushed forward, while the other turned and rushed towards the F-15 fighter jet coming from behind.
"Locked!"
One was in the sky and the other was on the ground. Lin Mo and McNee were shocked at the same time.
"Run!~"
Lin Mo, who had already walked out of the office building, kicked hard and rushed out like lightning. The digital individual soldier module evolved from the gold-type dragon immediately raised the level of attention the moment F/A-XX rushed over.
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The F-15, which was performing a rolling scissors maneuver, took advantage of the trend and narrowly missed the oncoming missile. If McNee had adopted a lag pursuit maneuver, he might have been shot down in an instant.
"What is that guy trying to attack?"
McNee realized that the other party's reaction was somewhat unusual. He clearly saw another missile shooting straight to the ground, quickly turned around a building, and jumped down.
It appeared to be an air-to-ground anti-tank missile.
There was a flash of light in the area blocked by the building, followed by a loud noise and a huge fireball rising up.
It seems like something hit!
how so?
Is this mysterious fighter jet seeking revenge? Is the anti-aircraft weapon that just shot down one of the mysterious fighter jets there?
No, I can't delay it any longer, my physical strength can no longer support myself for much longer.
McNee felt that although he was holding on with a strong spirit of courage, he had reached the end of his strength.
Maybe one minute, maybe half a minute, the time it takes to fly an F-15 fighter jet can only be counted down in seconds.
He pressed his fingers hard on the joystick, and a "Sidewinder" detached from its pylon and shot out straight away.
The F-15 fighter jet finally got the chance to use the M61A1 "Vulcan" 20mm Gatling six-barreled cannon.
A notch on the right wing root fairing flashed with a long tongue of flame, and the six-barreled gun muzzle poured out a dense rain of bullets at high speed, intercepting the front of the F/A-XX's nose.
Civilians wearing robes could be seen running away on the street. McNee could only apologize secretly in his heart. Neither his own nor the enemy's fire could avoid affecting civilians.
If the anti-tank missile launched by the mysterious fighter jet hits any multi-story building, the number of civilian casualties will rise even more.
According to the default air combat parameters set by the "Adam" intelligent core system, the F/A-XX fighter was almost hit by the ballistic trajectory of the "Vulcan" after just being swayed within the attack geometry of the F-15 fighter's nose.
Quickly roll to avoid it.
A row of bullets hit the street that was deserted due to the air-raid warning. The vehicles parked on both sides of the road were unable to withstand the thick 20 mm caliber warheads. They were blown to pieces in the first place and burned on the spot.
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The shop windows on the street were shattered into pieces of glass, not to mention the shopping malls inside. Everything would be torn to pieces by a 20 mm caliber armor-piercing high-explosive incendiary bomb.
"Get out of here quickly! Otherwise we will be dead."
The voice of the golden dragon still lingered in Lin Mo's ears. What suddenly shot out of the sky just now was a "Helfa" anti-tank missile.
If this guy were to knock it down, the gold dragon would most likely be seriously injured on the spot, but the dragon knight would not be able to escape death.
Although the evolved armor could ignore light weapons attacks, it could not protect Lin Mo from anti-tank missiles that could break through thick armor.
The person who blocked Lin Mo's blow was a giant RV parked on the roadside.
In the violent explosion, the double-decker RV disappeared on the spot, leaving only a large hole one meter deep on the asphalt road.
"No, gold coins! I have an idea!"
Lin Mo, who was lifted more than ten meters by the shock wave, got up from the ground and glanced at a nearby high-end office building with a height of more than 30 stories and a whole-body coated heat-reflective glass curtain wall.
He used the void magnetic field of the giant metal dragon to fly through an arc like a swallow flying into the forest.
Flying ability!
This is something that the second-generation "Dragon General" does not have. Lin Mo can easily use the dragon's flying talent to stay in the air for a long time or fly long distances.
The second-generation "Dragon General" that relies on the repulsion shield to generate an anti-gravity field can only maintain its position in the air and fly at close range, and does not have any flight maneuverability at all.
"F-15 is upgraded to the first attack sequence!"
The F/A-XX fighter jet was obviously irritated by the dangerous attack just now, and turned around to get rid of this nasty little bug with all its strength.
McNee succeeded in attracting the other party's attention to himself, and his goal had been achieved.
His trembling hands could no longer hold the throttle and joystick. Even if the other party ignored him, maybe in ten seconds, he would no longer have the strength to control the F-15 fighter jet.
Waves of exhaustion and severe pain almost made him faint, but McNee gritted his teeth and persisted.
The dignity of the country is forged with blood and life, and the Saudi airspace will never be defiled by any enemy.
attack!
The last "Rattlesnake" roared out and failed.
As the missile shot out, the F-15 fighter jet followed the missile flame tail at full speed toward the F/A-XX without hesitation, preparing to launch the final decisive blow.
"Lock completed! Kill the target!"
The F/A-XX fighter jet facing the F-15 suddenly lit up a faint red beam on its left and right wings, and shot straight out.
A red light that almost filled the entire field of vision appeared in front of McNee's eyes for no reason, followed by boundless darkness.
There were two thunders in the night, and two fireballs, one large and one small, bloomed over the city of Riyadh.
"McNee! McNee!"
Major Hamid, the on-duty communications officer at the Prince Sultan Base, saw the cursor representing the F-15 fighter signal suddenly disappear on the radar screen, and there was no response in the communication channel. He felt paralyzed as if his soul had been sucked out of him as he realized some possibility.
Sit on the seat.
From the beginning of the war to now, in less than six minutes, the "Talha" F-15 team was completely wiped out!
After locking and irradiating the high-power giant pulse laser beam for a second or two, the F/A-XX fighter successfully destroyed the F-15 and the Sidewinder missile it launched at the same time.
The vector nozzles of the twin engines deflected in a staggered manner, and the fighter jet quickly passed between the two fireballs.
This is more like some kind of demonstration! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)