There was a mountain ahead. The pilot shouted and yanked the control column. The F-18 Hornet turned its nose upward and began to climb rapidly.
In the thick smoke behind him, Sam's figure suddenly rushed out, but because of the angle, he barely missed the hornet. He plunged into the mountain and exploded into a ball of fire.
"I did it, haha, hahaha, I did it~~~"
The pilot shouted excitedly. He relied on his own skills to get rid of two Sams. This was the peak of his life.
But then the "beep beep beep" alarm sounded again, and the third Sam appeared.
Shet, these Bosnians are so rich that they actually fired three SAMs in succession to deal with them.
The tense atmosphere once again enveloped the cabin.
"Where is it? Where is it?"
The pilot constantly wanted to determine Sam's position, and at the same time controlled the Bumblebee to perform various actions to expand his perspective.
"Not behind, not above, found, right in front..."
While the navigator shouted, the driver also saw the white line spraying from the front.
"Man, I'm going to do a frontal dodge..."
In an instant, the driver made a crazy decision. The navigator did not object and just kept crossing himself.
Frontal evasion is a very dangerous action in air combat. The pilot confronts the missile head-on, makes contact at an acute angle, makes large maneuvers at the moment of contact, climbs or rotates the body, and misses the missile.
However, this method is very dangerous, because the two are moving at relatively high speed, and the driver only has a few tenths of a second to react. If it is too early, the missile will make adjustments, but the aircraft will still be unable to dodge. If it is too late, the evasive action will not be possible.
The fighter plane was hit when it was completed.
What the driver had to do at this time was exactly such a set of dangerous actions. In fact, it only had this option. The driver's palms were sweating, and he stared unblinkingly at the rapidly approaching missile in front of him, resisting the impulse and waiting.
With the most perfect timing.
Three, two, one, now~~~~
The missile is right in front of you. The pilot controls the Hornet to rotate and use the aircraft's performance to the extreme. There is no guarantee that you will be able to escape. Being targeted by a missile is like this. No matter what kind of aircraft you are or how good its performance is, as long as you are caught
Targeting with missiles is gambling.
Unfortunately, his luck seemed to have run out. He had already successfully dodged two missiles, but the third one was not completely dodged.
The moment the missile and the fighter plane passed by each other, the Hornet trembled for a while. Fortunately, the warhead was dodged by him. Unfortunately, the missile body still rubbed against the plane. A piece of the side of the plane was knocked off and it was seriously damaged.
The "beep beep beep" siren kept sounding and the plane was out of control.
"Oops, how could this happen?"
The pilot cursed and tried various movements with his hands to try to save the plane, but only half of the plane's left wing was left, making it impossible to maintain balance.
Behind him, Sam lost his target and circled around before flying towards the Bumblebee again. This time he was dead. The two people in the cabin saw the white track in the distance circle and come back again, and there was a hint of gloom in their hearts.
.
"Report to command, we are about to be hit, report to command, we are about to be hit, prepare to eject, eject~~~"
The navigator yelled while staring at the white trajectory coming from the lasing. Then he pulled down the ejection handle under the seat. The ejection process was started, the fuse line was blown, and the hatch cover ejected, followed by the navigator's driving seat.
The person carrying him ejected suddenly, and then the pilot did the same thing. The two of them successfully broke away from the plane and headed towards high altitude.
Underneath them, the flying bumblebee quickly left them behind, and then the white trajectory hit the body. The body exploded, decomposed in the air, broke into several parts and scattered in all directions.
In the combat control room of the USS Carl Vinson, people listened to the navigator's final announcement, which then turned into a long tone. After a while, an operator said: "Captain, General Bourbon's call..."
The captain was silent for a few seconds and then picked up the phone. What came on the other end was Bourbon's duties.
"Yes, General, the fighter planes were not sent by our side. Yes, I am sure that we have just signed an armistice agreement with you. It is impossible to tear it up just by turning around. The United States is true to its word..."
The captain put down the phone, his face expressionless, but his heart was bleeding. His plane was destroyed by the other party, and the pilot's whereabouts were unknown, but he had to knock his teeth out and swallow it. They violated the agreement, and the other party's actions were understandable.
, and they cannot admit that the fighter planes were sent by themselves.
Subordinates kept sending news that the other party had sent people to keep an eye on the NATO troops.
"General, we must not send people to rescue. There must be signs of mobilization of our troops, and the other side will definitely seize them. Then the armistice agreement will be ruined..."
The staff officer on the side persuaded.
The captain sat slumped on the sofa chair and let out a sigh of relief. His plane was destroyed in the area controlled by the Serb armed forces. The whereabouts of the two pilots who parachuted are still unknown. What would he do if he gave up two excellent pilots like this?
No, but he would be even less able to openly tear up the armistice agreement he just signed and reopen the war.
"General, you must make a decision..."
The staff officer knew that the general was in a dilemma at this time. The life of his soldiers and the overall situation of the war were not easy to answer. If he were a general, he would choose the overall situation without hesitation, but unfortunately he was not.
Glancing at the staff officer in front of him, the general's eyes showed a hint of anger: "Adjutant Grace, I want to ask you, if you were the pilot who parachuted, what would you think if you knew you were abandoned?"
"I……"
The staff officer was at a loss for words, but finally insisted: "General, from a personal point of view, I cannot accept it, but from the perspective of national interests, this is the only way. If I were that pilot, I would accept my fate..."
The general closed his eyes. He knew that his staff was right. Although it was cold-blooded, it was the right thing to do. Only in this way was it in the interests of the United States. If he insisted on saving people, the two sides would definitely fight again.
The Pentagon will question his leadership, and he and his cronies will be removed from their posts. If he is lucky, he will go back to retire. If he is not lucky, he may be court-martialed.
It's just that those two outstanding young men were on a reconnaissance mission under his orders. To abandon them like this would cost two lives.
As he thought about it, the general's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly picked up the phone.
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At Omega Headquarters, Becky answered the phone and listened for a few words, then handed the phone to Owen next to him, who took it: "Hello, General Etis... I'm sorry that this happened... Okay
, I understand what you mean, I personally completely agree with your plan, and I will report it to the president later..."
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There must be something wrong with the details about Sam shooting down the Hornet. Some book friends suggested that Sam is a radar guide. I really don’t understand this, so I don’t dare to write the model of Sam. Everyone just treats it as watching a movie.