The house leaked and it rained all night, so we suffered a huge loss.
"Tom"'s eyes turned red on the spot.
Death is so close, even in Libya I have never encountered such danger.
That brat!
It's so arrogant and disgusting!
After being hit one after another, "Tom" was aroused with violent ferocity. He completely let go and piloted the fighter to engage in head-on tactics, hitting the forward-swept fighter again and again.
Barrages crisscrossed the sky, and the two fighter jets launched a decisive battle.
Most of the functions of the single vertical tail have been lost. Although the fighter can no longer make many tactical maneuvers, the experienced "Tom" knows what kind of operations can barely make up for some of the aircraft's performance, but in the end it is more time-consuming and laborious than the intact state.
At this time, "Tom" had already consumed most of his physical strength. Whether it was extreme climbing or diving to escape, he consumed a lot of energy and physical strength.
The X-1 forward-swept wing fighter is like a maggot attached to a bone, finally showing its most ferocious side.
Aircraft guns, or aircraft guns.
Fire snakes shot out straight away, causing the ef2000 "Typhoon" to run wildly in the rain of bullets. The super maneuverability of the forward-swept wing fighter was really an advantage in this kind of close-quarters combat.
The X-1 using the custom burst mode does not waste too much ammunition, which fully meets Lin Mo's needs for precision aerial cannon.
This unique burst setting has not only been applied to Lin Mo's former J-10, current J-18 and "Monster", but also to future mass production models such as J-14 and J-20. For Shenyang Aircraft
For Chengdu Aircraft, it does not require too complicated improvements and can meet the needs of pilots in different combat modes.
Lin Mo was not willing to use up the short-range air-to-air combat missiles under the wings. This opponent was obviously a poor man now. Even if he killed the opponent, he would only get 20 points for shooting down. At best, he could only earn some gas money.
It is really not cost-effective to use missiles. The cheapest short-range air-to-air combat missile costs 5 points. How could Lin Mo waste missiles on this poor guy and just use some cheap aircraft bullets to greet the opponent?
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In addition to redeeming the points Lin Mo won for necessary ammunition, fuel and other supplies, the right to use them is almost entirely owned by the state. Even if the defense star wants to exchange for something, he has to apply to the military. Only after approval can Lin Mo wait.
Exchange some technologies and equipment when promoted to the mid-level group.
These are the rights and obligations in exchange for free sponsorship. Everyone gets what they need.
There is no free lunch in the world. If Lin Mo had not been able to win precious "Abyss Nirvana" points, the military would not have wasted precious resources on Lin Mo at will.
"Go to hell!"
"Tom" stared hard at the forward-swept wing fighter and pressed the launch button of the already activated short-range air-to-air combat missile.
The close-range combat bomb that had accumulated all his resentment was launched under the wing with a faint white smoke, and went straight towards Lin Mo's X-1 forward-swept wing fighter.
He has seen that the other party is not willing to waste precious missiles on him, but only wants to use aircraft cannons to deal with him.
That's true. The opponent's extremely precise aircraft cannon attack skills made him confused. He was not a kamikaze, and he was not willing to die before launching his attack. He had to use all his strength to avoid the geometric angle of the opponent's aircraft cannon attack.
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The ef2000 "Typhoon" with its statically unstable aerodynamic design keeps maintaining strange maneuvers in the sky. However, Lin Mo, who is also very familiar with and understands this aerodynamic design, is gradually closing his clutches.
The close-range combat missile launched by the opponent did not pose any threat to the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter. After a slight roll of the wing, the close-range combat missile was successfully detonated. The shrapnel detonated by the proximity-explosion engine even reached the X-
1 Even the Liubo Tianhua array on the surface of the forward-swept wing fighter has no ability to break through.
It is a completely meaningless attack and does not even qualify as a threat.
"Tom" sucked in a breath of cold air, and the opponent shook the wings of the aircraft indifferently. The close-range combat missile detonated lightly and detonated a hundred meters away from the five o'clock direction of the aircraft.
The opponent's body was intact.
And this is the result of the guidance assisted by its own external lidar. The opponent can easily escape from the limited attack geometry angle of the ef2000 "Typhoon", and it may not be able to guide accurately at all.
I still have one missile left, what should I do?
The designed range of close-range combat bombs is 10 kilometers, but in actual combat it can reach 8 kilometers. For supersonic fighter jets, the distance of 8 kilometers is almost a matter of seconds.
Such an opponent is really too difficult to deal with.
A series of bangs like rain hitting banana trees brought "Tom" back to his senses.
A series of ferocious bullets directly hit the "Typhoon" fuselage, and the "Tom" in the cockpit was violently shaken. It was almost smashed to pieces. Countless metal fragments were flying outside the cockpit, and the sky was flying.
The fire immediately illuminated the entire cockpit red, and a terrible crack extended from the rear and rear of the cabin to the front, almost penetrating the entire cockpit.
The joystick completely lost feedback in an instant, and most of the signal lights went out at the same time. The aircraft fell out of control.
The entire "Typhoon" was beaten into two pieces in mid-air. The air knights fought each other, killing each other with one hit. The victory or defeat was often decided in just a second or two.
"Tom" had another brush with death, his expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the ejection switch without hesitation.
Lady luck cannot bless herself again and again.
With only one air-to-air missile and some aircraft cannon bullets left, it can be said that "Tom" has long since lost the capital to compete with Lin Mo. It will be defeated sooner or later, but "Tom" still did not find a chance to regain the situation in the end.
A driver's seat and a cracked canopy ejected at high speed from the broken front half of the fuselage. "Tom" felt like his head was hit hard by something, and the glass fiber reinforced plastic helmet was splashed with debris when it was ejected.
A gash was opened.
It's over now. The loss of this special version of the ef2000 "Typhoon" will definitely make me kicked out of the Royal Air Force and eliminated in the rookie group. It is simply too embarrassing. Maybe I will become the shame of the Royal Air Force and be nailed forever.
On the pillar of shame.
If eyes could turn into laser weapons, Lin Mo and his fighter jets would have been shot down from the sky countless times by "Tom".
A ball of flame burst out from the two bodies one after another. The ammunition exploded, the fuel was ignited, and exploded into two fireballs in mid-air. The ejection seat was almost carried by the huge fireball and rose up to a distance of tens of meters, and then began to fall.
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The ejection seat detached, and a white umbrella flower bloomed in the sky.
"Damn you bastard, I curse you to hell."
"Tom" hanging under the parachute struggled to pull out his self-defense pistol, intending to take a few shots at the forward-swept wing fighter that was circling the parachute and seemed to be showing off.
If you're lucky enough, you might be able to knock that kid out of the sky.
"Tom" was really annoyed by this "No. 13".
Just as he had time to take out the pilot's standard self-defense pistol, the parachute suddenly shook. "Tom" looked up and was stunned on the spot.
The parachute was still not spared. It caught fire. The wind helped the fire. The fire on the synthetic fiber parachute cloth became more and more intense. It was 80% that it had been touched by the burning debris of the aircraft body.
"Poor baby!"
Lin Mo, who was sitting in the cockpit, shook his head and had no intention of going to the rescue.
Rescue?! Lin Mo can only turn his wings to cut the opponent in half.
Through the light microscope, Lin Mo had already seen that the unwilling guy was trying to shoot him with a pistol.
The uncle is responsible for killing and not burying!
x-1 Gu Zi returns to Damascus Air Force Base.
"Hey! A poor guy!"
Lin Mo found out in the mission center that he had just gained points, which were only 20 basic points. The opponent had no points left at all. It was clear that he was deliberately targeting him in a desperate fight.
Now Lin Mo's ranking has reached 65th on the government army camp list, 111th on the overall list, with 3 kills, and he has successfully been promoted to the seventh level of the preliminary level.
As long as he defeats two more opponents, Lin Mo can successfully squeeze out of the mid-level ace group, and his sponsors can use their points to exchange for what they want.
"What's wrong?"
Sally flipped up her hair under her scarf and stood beside Lin Mo like a little bird.
"20 points! The other party is sincerely fighting me to the death."
Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the ranking list. The column of the British guy's name turned gray and was marked with a death symbol. At such a high altitude, the parachute was still ignited. Even if a rhinoceros fell, it would turn into flesh.
mud.
Lin Mo still remembered the height when he shot down the opponent, which was about 5,400 meters. The British guy had lost another ace, and he was probably jumping around somewhere at the moment.
Needless to say, the things Lin Mo did in the Aleppo Air Force Base of the Japanese Army were enough to give the other side countless reasons to deliberately target Lin Mo.
Then come over here!
Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his mind racing. After a while, he turned to look at Sally, who was standing quietly beside him, and said, "How much have you won from betting now?"
Sally held up two fingers.
"Twenty million?" Lin Mo's eyes were inquiring.
The Persian girl shook her head.
"Two billion?"
Sally was still shaking her head like a wavy drum, and her eyes were obviously full of anger. What was she angry about? She obviously felt that Lin Mo was teasing her.
Before Lin Mo could speak again, Sally released the answer in advance: "Twenty-one hundred and eleven million U.S. dollars."
"If you don't save some, why don't you save the capital first?"
These 200 million came so easily. Lin Mo couldn't help but feel angry. He was really not good at making money. How long did it take for this Afghan girl who likes to stick to her to accumulate such a large fortune?
Even though I worked hard, I didn't earn as much as the other person. If I had known better, I might as well have roped in Sally as the "monster's" sponsor. This little girl must be absolutely willing.
"No!" Sally looked at Lin Mo firmly.
ps: Asking for monthly tickets. (To be continued) rq!~!
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