"Long live the origin of magic...!" Looking at the smoke pillars rising into the sky, the demon soldiers on the wall of Sestos raised their long swords and shouted at the demon missiles that were retreating.
Along with their shouts, hundreds or even thousands of these large "rockets" without guidance devices were fired, and the magic engines roared towards the distant target.
"The Devil took off hundreds of fighter jets... No, at least 500! Or even more." Looking at the radar screen, the radar operator on the early warning aircraft became nervous instantly.
Of course he has seen the densely packed demon air force, but those demon bats waving their wings are not so fast!
From the analysis on the radar screen, these demonic air forces that took off almost immediately reached a speed exceeding the speed of sound.
"Is it the devil's new fighter jet?" The commander of the early warning aircraft standing behind the radar operator also saw the chaotic spots on the screen and asked with some confusion.
After all, Airan Hill's fighter force also has fighters that can exceed the speed of sound, so they are no longer surprised by aircraft at such speeds.
"Maybe... they are flying in the direction of Angershal... should we notify the fighter force to intercept them?" the radar operator asked.
The commander touched his chin and ordered: "Let the air force fighter jets go to intercept! Inform Angershal...wait..."
Before he finished issuing the order, he saw the spots on the radar screen and the flight trajectory changing slightly.
"They are spreading. It doesn't look like they are flying in formation... more like they are spreading out... What the hell is going on?" Staring at the spots on the radar screen, the commander looked puzzled and subconsciously
murmured.
The radar operator sitting in front of him also looked puzzled. These flying targets did not seem to be flying in a fixed flight formation...
"Let the fighter jets immediately go to intercept... This order continues to be executed!" the officer ordered, grabbing the intercom next to him: "I am the frontline early warning aircraft, Lookout No. 29! The enemy's aircraft took off in a bad state! Yes... they...
The flight path is not quite right!"
At the same time, the soldiers saw a spectacular picture on the radar screen of Airan Hill's anti-aircraft missile unit.
"What is this? A fighter jet? What the hell? Why are there so many." Looking at the approaching targets, the radar operators in Ireland were a little at a loss.
Of course they have seen such a dense Demonic Air Force, but they have never seen such a fast Demonic Air Force!
"The opponent has almost twice the speed of sound... Is this their new fighter? Are you kidding? This speed is already comparable to the MiG-21..." A commander handed the report to his superior
, complained: "The Air Force has already gone to intercept, but there are too many opponents."
While they were talking, one after another, Airland Hill F-15 fighter jets with golden eagle emblems painted on their wings climbed above the clouds with their engines roaring.
In the past, the opponent's fighter jets were rarely able to reach this height. It can be said that this is the absolute territory of the Airland Hill Air Force, and it is a relatively safe flying altitude.
But today, the F-15, a heavy-duty air superiority fighter designed to intercept enemy bombers, finally started doing its job in another world!
"Intercept the target! Prepare to launch missiles!" A fighter pilot wearing an oxygen mask and speaking in a loud voice, his eyes blocked by the helmet sight, ordered the friendly fighter pilots on his left and right sides.
"Understood!" All the pilots turned on the radar, and then powered on the missiles mounted under the wings. Then, they saw that those extremely fast targets had already entered the detection range of their radars!
"Launch! Launch!" There was a nervous shout in the earphones. These battle-hardened pilots immediately launched rows of aim-120 air-to-air missiles at the enemies in the distance who had not yet entered the field of vision.
There was a long white smoke trail in the blue sky, and soon the F-15 fighter jets responsible for the interception saw the targets they wanted to intercept.
"Turn around! Turn around! Demon fighter jets! Disperse! Climb! Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!" The commander issued a series of hurried orders. One after another, the F-15 fighter jets began to climb higher into the sky, and the engines turned on afterburners.
The violent noise resounded throughout the sky.
"How come they are so fast! There is something wrong with this formation! Damn it! Damn it!" The pilot in the cockpit of an F-15 fighter jet found that the enemy fighter jets intercepted this time seemed completely different from the previous ones.
First of all, the opponent's flying speed is very fast, which is almost the speed limit of the F-15 fighter jet. Secondly, the flying height of these Demon fighter jets is also wrong, which is obviously higher than that of ordinary Demon fighter jets!
"Boom!" A combat missile hit the wing of a Demon fighter jet and exploded into a ball of sparks.
The Airland Hill pilot who shot down an enemy plane frowned and questioned loudly on the intercom: "There is something wrong with them! There is something wrong with them! These planes did not take evasive actions! They did not take evasive actions!"
"The formation of these aircraft is not right! They have no formation! Or the formation has been scattered." The pilot in another F-15 fighter also shouted in the radio communicator after shooting down a Demon fighter.
road.
Accompanied by their doubts, these "Devil Fighters" continued to fly forward, and some even began to emit thick black smoke. It seemed that there was some malfunction.
"Damn it, aren't they going to bomb our base?" A fighter pilot expressed his suspicion.
It has to be said that people's intuition is sometimes quite accurate. His guess is not too far from the actual situation.
"These planes don't look like they are being piloted... they... they... more like..." Another pilot started talking, but for a moment he couldn't remember the word he wanted to say.
"Large rockets..." The frontline commander who was directing the operation suddenly realized something and immediately pressed the communication switch with the base: "Anglechar! Angchar! These may not be Demon fighter jets.
These could be demonic rockets! Intercept! Intercept all targets!"
As he shouted, the second batch of Devil rockets appeared on the radar screen of the early warning aircraft monitoring the Devil fleet.
And Sestos' demon troops are pushing more demon rockets onto the not-so-straight launch rails.
