"I said... now is not the time for teasing, right?" an F-15 fighter pilot said as he watched the enemy plane in front of him that was so fast that it was hard to see clearly crossed the sky again.
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the battlefield became tense again. That damn monster seemed to have noticed that the pilots of the imaginary enemy fighter squadron were in chaos, and once again turned a strange angle and rushed back into the battlefield.
The pilot of the Hunter 1 fighter, who had just returned to an altitude of 7,000 meters, raised his head and looked at the "enemy plane" flying sideways overhead. He loudly reminded his companions to be careful: "Attention! Attention! Overhead! Overhead! It's heading towards 3 o'clock.
Flying towards the clock!"
"Climb! Climb!" In panic, the pilot of an F-15 fighter jet pulled his control stick and let his F-15 begin to climb rapidly.
But this so-called rapid climb, in front of that new fighter jet that climbed as fast as a rocket, can really be said to have climbed...
The speed of this F-15 fighter jet seems to be crawling slowly. After all, this climbing speed of two hundred meters per second is really too slow.
The damn weird fighter jet opposite has a climbing speed that is almost twice as fast as the F-15 fighter jet!
In terms of speed, that thing should not be classified as a fighter jet. It should be called a rocket! Or some other messy thing!
Therefore, this monster ran rampant in front of the fighter force, making all the fighter pilots confused.
Almost subconsciously, experienced pilots thought of the most direct way to get rid of the enemy-climb. Because after all, in the long battles in the past, they have always had a speed advantage, and climbing can often easily get rid of their opponents.
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Unfortunately, today is destined to be a different battle: for the first time, their fighter performance lags behind their opponents by a large margin, and their climb is indistinguishable from death.
As a result, another F-15 fighter jet was determined to be damaged, and the imaginary enemy squadron had lost three F-15 fighter jets!
After hearing the news that his wingman had been "shot down", the extremely angry Hunter 3 asked on the radio channel: "Who is shouting to climb? Isn't this a way to die?"
"Order correction! Order correction! The opponent has a speed advantage! Dive! Dive! Lower the altitude! Lower the altitude!" The next second, the pilot shouted in the cockpit of the Hunter 1 fighter jet.
Only when diving, the F-15 fighter jet can increase its speed to more than twice the speed of sound. At this time, it can barely make up for the speed gap between the two sides.
"Gentlemen! Did you miss us?" Just as the F-15 fighter jets were struggling to resist that damn monster fighter, a fairy voice sounded in the headphones, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
"Pull out of the battlefield! Restore altitude! We will cover! We will cover!" A firm voice ordered in the communication channel.
After this order, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, four F-14 fighter jets, whose wings had been adjusted to a swept state, rushed into the battlefield at more than twice the speed.
The roar of the engine can be clearly heard on the ground. The most powerful aircraft in human history is showing its terrifying side to everyone on the ground.
"Lock! Lock! The opponent is turning! The opponent is turning! It is leaving our scanning area! Fire! Fire!" Inside the leading F-14 fighter jet, the commander gave the order to fire and attack.
The radar operator behind him stared at the light spots on the radar screen and fired four air-to-air missiles in one go.
The training bomb broke away from the control of the aircraft, and then fell dragging white smoke - this thing is basically a counterweight, simulating the flight state of the fighter before the missile is launched.
At the same time, in another F-14 following this F-14 fighter, the radar operator also pressed the missile launch button: "Lynx 6 launches the missile! It is about to break out of lock!"
"That thing is accelerating! That thing is continuing to accelerate! Can it still accelerate at this speed? Damn it!" The radar operator on the Bobcat 5 fighter jet looked at the radar screen in surprise after launching four AIM-120 simulated missiles.
shouting.
"It doesn't matter! He is rushing towards the Lynx 3 on the flank...attacking head-on...the probability of success will be higher, right?" said the F-14 Lynx 7 fighter pilot of the imaginary enemy squadron, looking at the training target in the distance.
Because he was slightly behind the fleet, he had lost the angle of attack, and the opponent left his radar lock area. This speed really shocked him.
Weiss, who was sitting in the cockpit of a new fighter jet, was actually feeling the pressure at this time. He had been flying at twice or even three times the speed of sound, constantly turning, and performing large overload maneuvers that exceeded common sense.
Although these exciting movements successfully threw off the opponent's radar lock, they also caused a considerable burden on his body.
In fact, he could already feel his blood boiling inside his body, and he would even feel very uncomfortable when reaching the limit.
But the feeling of controlling speed was so "exhilarating" that he couldn't stop: this kind of transcendence that could surpass everyone and overcome all attacks was something he had never experienced before.
So he gritted his teeth and persisted, persisted, pushed the afterburner rod again, and used absolute speed to once again throw away the incoming AIM-120 air-to-air missiles.
Rather than switching to the larger and more bulky AIM-120 over-the-horizon missiles, Weiss was even more unwilling to face those close-range combat missiles.
The Sidewinder missile is faster and more flexible. It is difficult to get away when it is close, and Weiss has to spend more effort.
Just now, when he was throwing away the Sidewinder missile, despite his strong physical condition, he also had a brief black vision phenomenon - Wes is really curious now about whether the super fighter he controls has any limits!
He felt that there should be, but the limit of this machine might be far beyond the limit of his body.
The radar warning was beeping all the time, and he also knew that he was now surrounded by fighter jets from the imaginary enemy's training unit on all sides.
Whether it is the radar of the early warning aircraft or the radars on the F-15 and F-14 fighter jets of the imaginary enemy squadron, they will constantly shine on him and try to lock him.
And those radar-guided air-to-air missiles were also targeting him with their seekers - only if he got rid of them and eliminated these "enemies" blocking his way would this exercise be considered perfect for him.
"You guys are really annoying!" He muttered through gritted teeth, overcoming the dizziness of blood rushing to his brain, and once again accelerated the plane to an incredible level.
Slight bumps! His super fighter began to bump slightly. A more brilliant light appeared on the surface of the fighter, cutting off the friction air outside.
The two magic energy engines, which were completely protected by magic, were using unprecedented power to output surging power, and the tail flames they sprayed were restless.
Wes actually couldn't hear most of the engine noise, and the sounds that traveled through the air were actually far behind him.
The huge roaring noise he could hear was actually the sound transmitted through the aircraft body and along the solid body. But despite this, the sound he faced could already be described as huge.
The dense "beep" sound of the radar warning device began to slow down, and the warning flashes representing the direction of the radar beam also began to extinguish. On Weiss' helmet display, only a few distant radar beams were left.
Still banging on the shell of his aircraft.
On the other side, there was a sound of regret in the channel of the F-14 reinforcements who had finally obtained the attack window.
"Everyone has been thrown away? Isn't it?" On the Lynx No. 5 fighter jet, the pilot who was temporarily promoted to the commander of the Lynx Group shouted depressedly.
"Did the exercise judges cheat?" The Bobcat 6 fighter jet, which was following the Bobcat 5, looked at the fading track in the sky and shouted with doubt.
Of course they didn't know yet that their team leader, the pilot of Lynx 1, and his wingman pilot who had been shot down had similar ideas to them.
The two fighter pilots who were sent off were communicating via radio at this moment, asking the ground referee team to review the battle records...
"We don't have many missiles left..." The pilot of Lynx 5 checked his armaments and found that he carried 10 AIM-120 missiles, and now only 6 are left.
The wingman is about the same as him. In addition, the remaining Bobcats No. 7 and No. 8 have not had a chance to launch missiles. No. 9 and No. 10 are on their way, and they still have plenty of ammunition.
The situation of the F-15 Hunter team, which had several aircraft shot down, was even worse: they had just almost exhausted their ammunition, and most of them only had fighting missiles to use.
"This is not good..." The pilots of the imaginary enemy squadron, whose self-confidence was shaken by the new weapons, muttered quietly in the channel.
On the early warning aircraft, the colonel commander grabbed the intercom and comforted his subordinates: "Steady! That new aircraft is so fast, and its fuel consumption may not be low... It did the overload maneuver just like that... I guess the fuel is starting to be tight!"
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However, what he said was more like a kind of irony: the dignified imaginary enemy squadron, which gathered dozens of ace pilots' ace troops, actually expected the opponent to return home without fuel in a dozens-to-one exercise, hoping to win...
…This in itself is really not a glorious thing.
"The F-16 fighter force casting the net should move closer to the AWACS!" The colonel commander reluctantly issued an order to change the combat deployment. He was afraid that the other party would really come to trouble him with the AWACS. 4 F-15 fighter jets