"Hoo! Hoo!" The wingman who had just climbed out of position was not polite. Two Sidewinder close-range combat missiles shot out from the outermost multi-link pylon under the fuselage of the F-14 fighter jet, with a dazzling sound.
The tail wing rushed towards the huge target.
Because of the helmet sight, the two missiles drew a beautiful arc in the sky, and then aimed at the black behemoth that had lost speed.
But that demon dragon was obviously experienced in combat. Although it lacked speed, it took advantage of its flexible body.
I saw it twisting its huge head, aiming in the direction of the missile, opening its bloody mouth, and spitting out powerful black flames.
This is also a new opportunity for the demon dragons to get rid of the missile lock-their flames can induce the infrared-guided combat missiles to fail, and may also destroy the incoming missiles to achieve the purpose of protecting themselves.
However, this tactic requires skill, and it does not always work, so it has not resulted in any large-scale reversal on the battlefield.
"Hoo!" The black flames rolled and spread all over the sky, looking very spectacular. The two combat missiles were submerged in the flames and disappeared in an instant.
The next moment, a Sidewinder combat missile exploded in black flames, adding a ferocious fiery red color to the black flames.
Another Sidewinder missile also exploded in advance, and only part of the shrapnel penetrated the magic defense barrier on the front of the dragon and was embedded in the dragon's thick armor.
The slightly injured giant demonic dragon screamed, flapping its fleshy wings and rushing awkwardly towards the wingman who was turning and continuing to attack not far away.
But behind it, the lead pilot, who had already accelerated to get away, had used his helmet sight to lock on this huge monster that looked to be the size of two ordinary magic dragons.
"Stuck!" he pushed the missile launch button on his joystick. The self-test before missile launch had been completed by the computer. The green indicator light on the pilot's helmet sight began to flash.
The locked light spot covered the huge black body, and the pilot subconsciously pressed the attack button to fire.
"Hoo!" A Sidewinder close-range combat missile detached from its pylon, sprayed out a dazzling tail flame, and rushed towards the magic dragon with a trail of white smoke.
"Hoo!" After only a pause of less than a second, the second missile broke away from the missile pylon under the fuselage and rushed towards the target.
Two white smoke trails flew towards the target one after another, like lightning exploding in the sky. The magic dragon was unable to defeat the four hands with its two fists, and was hit hard by the two missiles behind it.
On the distant sea, on the deck of an inconspicuous demon battleship, Arisia looked up at this unique aerial battle.
The mechanical beauty of the Air Force left a deep impression on her. She liked the scene where every acceleration was accompanied by thunder (engine afterburner noise) and every turn was like thunder.
feeling.
"Your Majesty, do you want us to take action..." A demon general pressed the sword on his waist and asked helplessly.
In his opinion, if a few demon generals took action together and shot down these two damn human fighter jets, it would still be possible.
"No need." Arisia waved her hand: "That will only provoke more enemies. They have very efficient communication methods. The enemies will instantly judge our combat effectiveness, and then make more difficult enemies more difficult.
Come find us."
"But if that demon dragon is shot down... they will also come and attack us..." Another demon general advised in a low voice: "Whether we take action or not, they will come and kill us."
"Then just wait until they come and kill them." Arisia smiled: "Anyway, the ship has sunk, so we can fly back."
She raised her head and looked at the demon dragon falling from the sky that was completely blown away by the missile, and said: "These planes are different from the planes that attacked our fleet before, so I bet they won't attack us."
Above the sky, the lead plane who watched the magic dragon fall still did not relax his vigilance. After circling in the sky, the F-14 fighter jet seemed to vent its hatred and flew towards the dragon that had only the strength left to struggle.
The demon dragon launched a combat missile.
The missile exploded at close range, forming countless shrapnel, which almost chopped off one of the dragon's wings.
It finally couldn't hold up and fell rapidly, screaming into the sea, stirring up a huge water column.
"Confirmed that the target has been shot down! Confirmed that the target has been shot down." The wingman's height was higher and their field of vision was better. They confirmed that the dragon had been shot down. As for whether the target was dead or not, that was not something they could figure out.
thing.
This is not on land. Watching the dragon fall with its intestines and stomach broken, you can completely confirm that the target has been eliminated. Generally speaking, the dragon that falls into the sea will not die immediately - of course, they will not survive.
If it goes too long, they will drown soon. After all, they are not ocean creatures.
"Did you see that demon battleship over there?" After confirming that the demon dragon was shot down, the wingman asked again through the intercom.
"I saw...a fish that slipped through the net." The lead pilot replied as he climbed up.
"Are we going to attack?" came the eager voice of the wingman.
"Strafing with cannons? Don't be joking. I don't want to risk a fighter jet worth more than 30 million gold coins." The lead pilot shook his head.
"If the opponent has a magic attack and damages the fighter jet, we will have to write dozens of pages of reports..." The radar operator was unwilling to take risks: "We can launch a few air-to-air missiles at it, but the sea surface is very cluttered, aim
-120 probably won't hit the target."
"What if there is a demonic senior commander on that battleship?" the wingman asked reluctantly.
"Well, if there is a devil inside, what do you think will happen if we go there? The devil will praise our courage, then let us go, pat our wings, and say: 'Boy, your plane is really cool!'
." The pilot of the lead plane joked: "Go back and send the coordinates of this ship to the wing headquarters and see if they are willing to line up another group of planes to attack..."
"Hahahaha!" The wingman pilot laughed. He also knew that if the Demon King took action, even if there were a few demon generals, their two planes would not get any benefits.
The roar of engines echoed between the sea and the sky. The two fighter jets circled in the sky and then disappeared into the clouds in the distance.
On the deck, Arisia looked away as she watched the two planes disappear into the horizon: "Their planes are so handsome!"