When Alan Hill's super ace pilot Oranke flew his fighter jet over the war zone, he saw countless targets on his radar screen.
These Demon bombers disguised as B-17s are extremely clear on the radar screen, and they use long-expired identification friend or foe signals.
He easily operated the computer on his fighter jet and locked onto targets that were simpler than those used in training in the army.
The Demon bombers disguised as B-17s cannot maneuver at all. Due to their dense formation, they can only fly forward in a stupid straight trajectory. In the face of modern air defense systems, this is no different from committing suicide.
Now, the computer mounted on his fighter jet has helped him lock in an easier target. All he needs to do now is to power up the missile and start launching it.
It was simply a fool's errand. Oranke hated this air combat mode, but there was nothing he could do about it.
There is no way, the opponent's combat power is too weak, and the enemy is not strong enough, so no matter what you do here, there is no risk...
"Start missile self-check..." Oranke issued the combat order. His fighter jet was rapidly approaching the target, and the wingman following him had also turned on afterburners.
This allows the aim-120 missile to fly farther, and at the same time, it can quickly shorten the distance between itself and the enemy target.
"Open the safety!" Seeing that the missile was in good condition, Oranke issued a new order. At the same time, his finger had already opened the safety on the joystick and pressed on the red button for launching the missile.
The next second, he shouted the "launch" command, and almost at the same moment, his finger pressed the red button.
An aim-120 over-the-horizon air-to-air missile was activated from under the wing of the F-15 fighter he was driving, the rocket engine ignited and started, and the missile successfully detached from the pylon under the wing.
Oulanke could clearly see a line of white smoke flying into the distance. The missile had already locked onto its target, and it could hit the locked target without the need for the locking radar on the F-15 fighter jet to continue to shine.
If it were other small targets, the missile might still miss the target, but the plane driven by the Devil opposite was an old, slow and huge B-17 bomber, and the hit rate of the AIM-120 missile was astonishingly high. Neither did the opponent.
You may be able to avoid it, but you may not be able to avoid it.
After distinguishing the locked targets, Oranke once again shouted the launch order and pressed the button.
The second missile was immediately launched, trailing a long line of white smoke and disappearing from sight.
Immediately afterwards, there was the third missile, the fourth missile, the fifth missile, the sixth missile...
The F-15 fighter jet can carry up to 12 aim-120 air-to-air missiles at a time. Because this is an interception mission and there are a large number of enemies, Olank chose the maximum weapon configuration, so this attack can basically ensure 12
shot down a target.
Through the cooperation of the data link, the enemy aircraft his wingmen locked did not overlap with his, so their two F-15 fighter jets could shoot down 24 huge B-17 bombers in one interception.
In the direction where the missile smoke disappeared, a large fleet of Demon bombers disguised as B-17s was slowly flying forward.
They have not yet entered the air defense network of the Airan Hill ground forces, but they have realized that the situation seems to be a little bad.
Yes, the situation is bad - the demon commander in charge of commanding this demon bomber group has found that his communications have been cut off. The radio earphone in front of him is full of interfering current sounds, and he cannot hear any friendly voices at all.
This is not a good phenomenon. If their disguise is effective, then what is going on in this situation where communication is completely cut off?
For him, a frontline commander, it was still unknown whether the other party would fall into chaos, but the troops under his command had almost fallen into chaos.
Now, nothing has happened. The pilots of these damn camouflaged bombers can still fly in formation with each other. However, if some problems occur at once, the entire fleet may be in catastrophe.
He held the intercom in his hand irritably and checked the situation on other planes over and over again. Unfortunately, no one answered his questions, not even one person.
"Is it an equipment failure on my plane?" He muttered doubtfully, and then looked through the porthole at the group of bombers under his command outside.
Everything seemed normal, but soon he saw that there seemed to be some white tracks in the sky that were quickly approaching his fleet!
He rubbed his eyes and saw a small black dot rushing towards his direction. Then, the small black dot hit another B-17 camouflaged bomber less than a hundred meters away from his plane.
superior.
"Boom!" A violent explosion broke the calm. Amidst the roar of the engine, a Demon bomber disguised as a B-17 disintegrated in the air, shattered into various pieces and scattered.
Another bomber following closely behind this bomber quickly adjusted its altitude, trying to avoid the debris that had been exploded and scattered.
But it was still a step too late. Countless fragments hit the fuselage of the aircraft and the engines on the wings, instantly penetrating the fuselage and causing the engines to emit black smoke.
The next second, another black dot hit a bomber farther away, and the bomber also exploded and turned into a ball of gorgeous fireworks.
With this explosion, it seemed that a powerful performance had just begun. Explosions came one after another, and camouflaged B-17 bombers fell one after another.
The entire formation was in chaos. The demon officer in charge moved to the porthole on the other side in horror. He saw that the fleet on the other side was also exploding, with flickering firelights everywhere.
The huge bomb with magic crystal amplification hanging in the bomber cabin was detonated due to instability, making the originally not spectacular explosion instantly become ten times more intense. The huge explosion not only swallowed up the aircraft carrying it, but also
It affected other aircraft.
"It's over... it's all over..." At this moment, this sentence came to the mind of the demon commander. He knew that the army he commanded was over, and he himself... was also over...
However, for him, the painful suffering is just the beginning. He has to witness the ruthless destruction of the fleet under his command here, and not even a bomb can be dropped on the enemy's position!
