Wes is really worried about his fuel, and he is indeed running out of fuel. Not only is he running out of fuel, but his magic energy reserve is also running out.
If the magic energy is exhausted first, he can only restore the fighter jet to its normal speed. In other words, after the magic energy is exhausted, the new fighter jet will not have any special increase in speed.
If you continue to forcefully accelerate, the plane will disintegrate, which is no different from committing suicide.
Running out of fuel would be even more embarrassing. At that time, Weiss would have to return to end the exercise. In theory, his challenge could only be considered a loss...
He doesn't want to lose this exercise. Although he is not a competitive person, he just doesn't want to lose this exercise now!
In his heart, there is such an obsession, that is, he cannot bury this super fighter, cannot let its first appearance be covered in dust, and cannot let its first battle fail!
Just when he was thinking about how to fight back and deliver a fatal blow to those fighter jets, his radar warning sounded again.
The speed of this super fighter jet has now soared to nearly 5,000 kilometers per hour. It sprints forward and can fly nearly 100 kilometers in one minute.
The speed of the F-14 fighter jet rushing toward him had also surged to more than twice the speed of sound, so the distance between them was shortened in an instant.
This was also the first time for Weiss to encounter such a head-on target. When his radar detected the opponent, he was already less than 200 kilometers away from the opponent.
Then, a few seconds later, his radar calculated the opponent's basic height and direction. By this time, the distance between them had been shortened by a large margin.
By the time Weiss heard the beep that the other party's radar had locked onto him and the radar alarm sounded, the distance between them was enough to launch an AIM-120 missile.
"Aim at the target!" Weiss pointed the nose of his aircraft at the oncoming target in the distance, and then gently pulled the red trigger on the joystick.
"Power on the electromagnetic cannon! Fire!" The computer helped him complete the next series of actions. After a short attack, Weiss gently pulled his joystick to make his aircraft move at a slightly changed elevation angle.
rushed towards the opponent.
"You have been shot down! You have been shot down!" The exercise referee's prompt sounded from the oncoming Bobcat 3 fighter jet. The pilot of the fighter jet was so confused that he even forgot to adjust his flight path.
His wingman had also been notified of the crash. Similarly, they had just launched two AIM-120 beyond visual range air-to-air missiles and had not had time to do anything else.
"What's going on? Our missiles didn't hit it, but its missiles can hit me?" On the Bobcat 3 fighter jet, the pilot looked back at his radar operator.
The radar man spread his hands: "I don't know anything. We were locked by the radar for not even 20 seconds just now... unless there are missiles ten times the speed of sound on that plane!"
"I think we must have been fooled by the referee team!" The driver of Bobcat 3 sat upright again and looked forward.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure rushed over above his cockpit. He didn't even see clearly what it was that rushed over.
He could hear the huge noise clearly through his headphones. The turbulent airflow swayed the F-14 fighter he was driving, causing the large fighter to float up and down for a long time before he stabilized his body.
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"What was that just now?" The driver's voice, which finally came to his senses, was full of fear and panic.
"I...didn't see it clearly..." The radar operator also saw the black figure and heard the deafening noise.
"That damn bastard almost hit me!" The wingman pilot yelled after being frightened: "He was only 200 meters away from me at most! Bastard! Bastard!"
"The plane just rushed over! The AIM-120 missile was thrown away by him! At least that's what the referee said." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter finally understood everything at this time.
What they just saw was the monster that could turn at four times the speed of sound. The opponent flew over their heads as if provoking, and "shot down" both of their planes along the way.
It was originally a head-on outflank, and they were already ready to attack. But everything happened too suddenly, and they decided the winner within two minutes. Unfortunately, the winner was not them.
"We failed!" the Lynx 4 fighter pilot reported in frustration on the channel that he had been shot down.
"It passed us by, and now we can't see it." The pilot of the Lynx 3 fighter jet took off his oxygen mask, looked down at the clouds in the distance, and said unwillingly.
It is a pity that no one on the public channel cares about them who have been shot down. Just now, Weiss circled nearly 100 kilometers in 1 minute and found an opportunity to take down the four returning F-16s in one go.
The fighter was sent out.
Because it was a tail-biting attack, the opponent didn't even notice his presence and was "shot down" easily.
From the beginning of the battle to the present, the imaginary enemy squadron has lost about one-third of its troops. While morale has plummeted, ammunition has also been consumed rapidly.
Most of the downed fighter jets were shot down with full ammunition. This further accelerated the decline of the combat effectiveness of the imaginary enemy squadron.
However, throughout the entire battle, the imaginary enemy squadron had almost figured out the powerful performance of the fighter jet driven by Weiss.
The mood of underestimating the enemy no longer existed, and all pilots became cautious, which caused Weiss to lose many good attack opportunities.
Just when Weiss returned to the battle circle again and shot down two F-14 fighter jets in one go, the two F-16 fighter jets barely accelerated to supersonic speed, and the F-16 fighter jets that had just reached the edge of the battle circle collided with him.
A full heart.
Both sides were startled by each other and were even in danger of colliding. After all, everyone was very fast. The F-16 fighter jet was even unable to make evasive maneuvers because of its speed.
At the moment when Weiss avoided the route, the F-16 fighter jet, which originally only carried close-range combat missiles, decisively launched two Sidewinder missiles in the face of a fleeting opportunity.
Four training bombs detached from the wings of the F-16 fighter jet. At the same time, the simulated attack on the computer was realistic. It was very likely that these missiles would hit the climbing super fighter piloted by Weiss.
Weiss was also very nervous because it was the first time he heard such dense beeps from the infrared warning device. This meant that an infrared guided missile had locked onto him and was at an extremely close distance.
He just passed by the F-16 fighter jets. Obviously these missiles were launched by the two F-16 fighter jets that should not be at this altitude and should not be here.
Because it has been performing high-overload maneuvers, Weiss' nose radar cannot always receive its own radar beam signal. Therefore, Weiss' radar detection ability is actually intermittent.
This is also a helplessness caused by having too good maneuverability and too fast speed - unless he keeps flying in a straight line, he is likely to throw away the returning radar beam due to overload maneuvering, and thus lose the target he is locking or detecting.
So in fact, Weiss did not notice the two F-16 fighter jets that accidentally broke into his flight path, which also gave them the opportunity to open fire.
Soon enough, Weiss had already heard the beeps of his infrared alarm receiving device, which connected into one long beep.
This shows that those infrared-guided Sidewinder missiles are about to enter the effective attack range of explosive fragments.
In an instant, Weiss pulled the joystick, adjusted the direction of the tail nozzle, and made a movement to continue to pull up. At the same time, while avoiding his original route, the belly of the super fighter jet sprayed
A series of infrared decoys were launched.
Because of the speed, it was as if the super fighter jet exploded in the air, and the decoys scattered in all directions, extremely gorgeous.
Weiss felt strong vibrations coming from the fuselage of his plane, and he also felt that his internal organs were attached to his back due to the huge overload.
On the other side, the pilot of the F-16 fighter jet, who felt that he had successfully attacked, heard the conclusion given by the referee team in the earphone: "The opponent threw away your infrared combat missile..."
There was an uproar on the radio. Everyone felt that this exercise was too unfair. They thought they were an invincible iron army, but the opponent was a monster that was beyond the scope of common sense!
"Continue to intercept it! I want to see! How long can that driver... endure under such a high-intensity overload maneuver?" Holding the intercom, the colonel commander was already losing his temper.
Half of his troops had been brutally killed, and half of the remaining ammunition had been destroyed. In this state, victory was almost a luxury.
Even if the other side returns due to lack of fuel in the end, and their imaginary enemy squadron barely wins the exercise, it will not bring any light to their faces - from the founding of the Airland Hill Empire Air Force to the present, there has never been a dozen self-defeating attacks.
The plane also allowed the enemy to escape and return!
In the worst few times, when intercepting Vivian, we didn't lose so many planes. When we intercepted the giant puppet of the Puppet Empire, although we lost a lot of planes, the opponent couldn't escape unscathed, right?
Now, the colonel commander of the imaginary enemy squadron no longer wants to win this exercise, he wants to shoot down this target! Even if the entire army is annihilated, he will shoot down the opponent! He is really angry and has "murderous intentions"
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In the sky, the roar of engines is still coming and going. White tracks are crisscrossing each other, some are fading away, and some are still extending forward.
Weiss glanced at his fuel gauge, then at his remaining ammunition, pushed the joystick, and started a new round of dive...
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Long Ling has been a little busy these two days, so I won’t make any updates for now.
