My ears were filled with rapid sirens, and various reading instruments were refreshing their data rapidly, as if the end was about to come.
The fleeting scene outside the cockpit allowed the "Ulysses" squadron leader to see that his wingman seemed to be in the same predicament.
Artificially created high-altitude turbulence?
"Ulysses" the squadron leader suddenly thought of this word, and after a moment, his eyes suddenly widened, almost popping out of his sockets.
The loss of control of the "Matador" was entirely caused by the black shadow just now. No, it was not the black shadow, but the speed of the fighter jet!
The opponent's speed was something he had never seen before. It was definitely not Mach 2, but at least Mach 3.
How can this be?
The Spaniard feels he has said "impossible" more this year than at any time in his life.
This tactic is almost unheard of. Damn it. Is it magic?
No cannons or missiles were used, and the high speed was used to create a terrifying shock wave. Moreover, the aerodynamic flaws of the "Matador" carrier-based aircraft were used to directly force the two of them into a posture chaos that was even more dangerous than a tail spin.
.
This kind of aerial combat technique makes people feel so deep in despair that even the thought of resistance is difficult to arise.
"Captain, I can't pull myself up!"
The urgent voice of "crocodile tears" from the wingman pilot came to my ears.
The Spanish pilot had tried his best, but the damage caused by the strong overload had already made his face congested, his temples beating wildly, and his ears ringing.
The human body's ability to withstand overload is far lower than that of a fighter jet, and the "Matador" made a terrible creaking sound inside its body.
"Abandon the plane! Abandon the plane! Now!"
Realizing that something was wrong, the "Prince of Asturias" responded immediately. The body attitude data returned by the two "Matador" carrier-based aircraft scared the commanders of the joint command center.
Was this someone hit hard with a fly swatter? They didn't look like two fighter jets at all.
"catapult!"
The squadron leader of "Ulysses" swallowed his saliva and made a difficult decision. His "Matador" also did not respond at all, and its body was completely out of control.
The "Matador" has fallen below an altitude of 800 meters, rolling and falling into the blue sea. The pilot is in a precarious situation.
Before the "Ulysses" squadron leader finished speaking, a muffled sound came from the earphones, and "Crocodile Tears" could not wait to eject.
With extreme reluctance, he lowered his head and pulled the ejection tab between his legs. The cockpit cover was suddenly blown open by the force of the explosive bolt, and long flames shot out from the bottom of the flight seat, and it shot out quickly.
The scenery of blue sea and blue sky suddenly filled the field of vision of the "Ulysses" squadron leader, and his beloved car was falling powerlessly into the sea.
The seat took the pilot 50 meters away from the fighter jet before it began to detach and quickly opened the parachute. At this altitude, the parachute should have been opened long ago.
Boom!~
The roar of the fighter jets suddenly disappeared and was completely swallowed up by the sea. A thick water column rose into the sky. The sea surface was turbulent, and some debris of the fighter jets could be seen rising up with the waves.
After glancing at the altimeter on his right shoulder, the "Ulysses" squadron leader breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear. If he had been half a step slower, he might have been smashed into pieces on the sea with the fighter jets.
Another pilot, "Crocodile Tears", was also hanging under a parachute not far away, and the "Ulysses" squadron leader's mount only just caught up with his wingman.
"Damn guy!"
The squadron leader "Ulysses" gritted his teeth and looked around. He quickly found the culprit, a gray fighter jet approaching quickly from a distance.
"Captain, captain, that guy is going to kill us!"
"Crocodile Tears", hanging under another parachute, yelled and pointed at the fighter jet that had become clearly visible.
The opponent did not walk away after completing the knockdown, but turned around.
The direction seems to be heading towards their location.
"What?"
The squadron leader "Ulysses" exclaimed in disbelief, and his heart felt chilly. Is this a sign that everyone is going to be killed?
There are no identity marks on the surface of the opponent's body, which means that it can do anything regardless of the unwritten rules of combat and the unwritten regulations among air knights.
Just when he thought he was dead, the mysterious fighter suddenly turned unexpectedly more than a hundred meters away, gently deflected the ailerons, and quickly circled around himself and the "Crocodile Tears" parachutes.
Circle, then turn around and fly to a nearby island.
"Thank God he is a knight who abides by the rules!"
"Crocodile Tears" looked happy to have escaped death, wiping cold sweat on his face. He had been frightened just now.
There is no point in dying in battle, even if one's body is shattered to pieces or even there is no corpse left, one cannot blame others, but to kill everyone even though one has lost combat weapons is definitely the most hateful and shameful behavior.
Fortunately, the two Spanish pilots met a real knight.
Plop!~
Just as the "Ulysses" squadron leader was about to say something, his feet felt cold, and then his body tilted and he fell into the sea with the parachute rope.
The sea water suddenly flooded the top of his head. He quickly pulled out a sharp umbrella knife and started to cut the parachute rope, and resurfaced with the help of an airbag life jacket. If he was covered by a parachute in the sea water, he would almost be dead.
The captain of the "Ulysses" squadron stepped on the water while releasing the foldable self-inflating rubber boat. He turned over into the rubber boat and panted heavily while flipping through the survival bag. The other pilot was paddling desperately towards him.
Get closer.
The emergency positioning system in the survival bag began to flash and send out a distress signal.
"Captain, what should we do?"
The call was made through the short-range communication module of the helmet. The wingman pilot "Crocodile Tears" was also exhausted. A small cylindrical bottle at hand was dripping shark repellent into the sea. This highly irritating liquid will make the nearby smell worse than before.
The shark with the dog nose was extremely disgusted.
"Go to that island first!"
The squadron leader "Ulysses" glanced at the island that the fighter jet was flying to, and swallowed.
"But that fighter jet"
"Crocodile Tears" believes that the enemy must have a base on the island, and that going to the island is a trap.
"No, do you want us to continue soaking in the sea water? This is not French soup."
The captain of the "Ulysses" squadron directly rejected the team members' questions. It was not a comfortable feeling to soak in the salty sea water.
Pilots are no different than other arms and receive preferential treatment even if they surrender. This is the last special patent of the arms that retains the spirit of chivalry.
"Awesome! Shot down without a bullet! The speed just now was almost comparable to Mach 4, and he was able to think of and use such tactics. Oh my God! This pilot is like a monster. Which country is he from?"
Nicholas Hyman, the conference manager of Hades Defense Exhibition Co., Ltd., finally put down the telescope, his heart beating wildly.
From climbing at an alarming speed to turning around and accelerating continuously, he used his high speed to avoid the fireballs of two missile explosions, and at the same time penetrated the two-plane formation of the Spanish "Matador" carrier-based aircraft.
The shock wave impact caused by the extremely high speed caused the two "Matador" carrier-based aircraft to lose control at the same time, and both fell into the sea. This familiarity with the performance of the fighter jets and the superb driving skills are simply breathtaking.
This even made Nickles Heyman feel that the pilot piloting this "Raptor"-like fighter was simply the designer of the **-8 series. Only a real designer could know some things that even the pilot had never heard of.
Special exclusive secret skills.
As for why missiles are not used, the manager of the Hades Defense Exhibition Company and a former US military pilot can understand that this kind of fully stealth fighter mostly has a built-in weapon bay with a limited amount of ammunition. However, it is really difficult to use such incredible air combat skills.
It's surprising.
I should really find out whose product this fighter jet is. If I can avoid Lockheed Martin's restrictions, I can invite him to participate in the exhibition.
Bell!~
Bell!~
Qi Fei and Janet Aibike lowered their heads at the same time and took out their mobile phones. They looked at each other, each took two steps back, and put their mobile phones to their ears.
"Hey!~"
"Don't ask anything. In 30 seconds, get down!"
Qi Fei was suddenly startled. This voice was clearly that of
Her pupils suddenly dilated.
Women are born actors, especially top Cosplay performers. The call was very short, not even fifteen seconds. Qi Fei hung up calmly, as if it was just an ordinary phone call.
Then he leaned against a concave corner of the giant rock as if nothing had happened.
The person who seemed to be doing the same thing as her was Janet Abbick, the assistant to the president of Dragoon Consortium. The two were slightly startled and looked at each other in surprise.
"Haha, a friend of mine called just now."
"Well, a colleague from our company happened to call me."
Qi Fei and Janet Aibike stood together tacitly, but there was an inexplicable meaning in their eyes.
20 seconds,10 seconds
The two of them pretended to look at their phones casually, counting the seconds in their minds.
A black spot appeared on the sea and was approaching Socotra Island at high speed. In the blink of an eye, it was clear that it was a fighter jet. What was strange was that the two small tails behind it were missing.
Only those who have been observing with high-powered telescopes know that this fighter jet has just displayed miraculous air combat skills and shot down two "Matador" carrier-based aircraft without firing a shot.
5 seconds!
Qi Fei and Janet Aibike's palms were sweating slightly. The fighter jet was heading straight towards the direction where they were standing, and it was at an extremely low altitude.
Lie down!
As Qi Fei threw herself to the ground, she suddenly stretched out her hand to grab Janet Aibike beside her.
"Hmm!~"
"Ah!~"
The two of them groaned almost in unison and fell heavily to the ground together.
The moment they landed, they looked at each other in disbelief.
The two actually made exactly the same move, reaching out their hands to grab each other's body and throwing them down together -
Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today. I'm busy, tired and sleepy. The house is really noisy and I can't calm down to type.
I’ll send you a section first, and I’ll find a way to make up for what I owe tomorrow. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)