The fighter pilots of the Eternal Empire felt very wronged. They were locked in the airspace of their own empire by fighter jets from other empires.
What makes them even more frustrated is that they can't fight back because the ground tower has already reminded them to exercise restraint and not to provoke the Airansil Sky Fleet.
The two fighter pilots of the Eternal Empire were in tears: even if they wanted to provoke each other, they didn't have the capital.
You must know that the two of them are flying an early model of Airland Hill's MiG-21 fighter jet. This fighter is a standard "Airland Hill export-reduced version" fighter jet.
This model of MiG-21 fighter jet not only suffered a series of castrations in terms of engine performance, but also used weapons that were several generations behind the Airanshir Empire.
The MiG-21 fighter jets equipped as standard by the Airanshir Empire can carry high-performance missiles such as Sparrow missiles and Sidewinder combat missiles.
The exportable MiG-21 fighter jet can only carry a low-end version of the Sparrow semi-active radar-guided missile, which is miserable in terms of performance.
Similarly, the radars of the fighter jets themselves are also different. In the export version of the MiG-21 fighter jet, apart from guiding Sparrow missiles, the radar has a very single function, and its combat effectiveness is naturally very limited.
As for the F-14 fighter jets on Alan Hill's side, they are actual versions for personal use. Not only has the radar been updated to a new phased array, but the electronic equipment has also been updated twice.
The two sides are simply not products of the same era. When the F-14 fighter pulled away and locked the MiG-21 fighter with radar, the outcome of the battle was clearly decided.
"They've locked on us! They've locked on us!" On the radio channel of the MiG fighter jet, the fighter pilot of the Eternal Empire roared nervously.
You know, according to the current situation, if the Airan Hill Empire's fighter jet launches a missile, he and his wingman pilot will most likely lose their lives in vain.
Because it is impossible for the Eternal Empire to seek explanation from the Elanthir Empire for the two of them. This is the sorrow of a weak country, the sorrow of despair.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't wait for them to fire! Hurry!" In the ground tower, the commander of the sky fleet, who had been letting two MiG fighter jets approach, was also panicking at this moment.
They did not receive an order to let the Airancire Empire's sky fleet enter. They even received an order before to prevent the Airancire Empire's sky fleet from entering the Eternal Empire as much as possible.
Then, they did the same thing. They sent two MiG fighter jets, using patrol as an excuse, to try to get close to the Airan Hill Sky Fleet and monitor the whereabouts of this fleet.
As a result, as soon as their plane approached the Sky Fleet, the opponent's escort fighter jets approached, and the radar was turned on, locking onto the Eternal Empire's MiG fighter jets.
"Turn! Turn!" On the radio, the fighter pilot of the Eternal Empire was so frightened that he quickly pulled his control stick and nervously gave the order to turn.
These two pilots really didn't have the guts to try their best, because their driving training courses were taught by pilots from the Airanshir Empire.
You know, the instructors who came to teach them how to fly the plane were all the most ordinary fighter pilots in the Airanhill Empire.
For the apprentices trained by these pilots to challenge the most powerful elite pilots of the Airanthil Empire, it is absolutely no different than risking death.
Seeing that the two MiG fighter jets began to deviate from their own route, obviously far away from the sky fleet's route, the F-14 fighter jets that locked on the target also ended the lock and turned off the radar illumination.
Hearing that their radar warning had been cleared, the two pilots of the Eternal Empire breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did they realize that their sweat had soaked through the clothes underneath. They had just passed death a moment ago.
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"Our Emperor is slightly ill... I hope your country can cancel this visit." Over the radio, the Prime Minister of the Eternal Empire explained over and over again, hoping that the Sky Fleet of the Airanthil Empire could turn away.
Admiral Eiland Hill, who was in charge of commanding the fleet, had a disbelieving smile on his face and insisted: "Since His Majesty the Emperor is ill, we should pay a visit to His Majesty the Emperor."
Standing next to him were officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Eilanhir Empire who were accompanying him. However, none of these officials wanted to show up now. They just asked the fleet commander to tangle with the prime minister of the Eternal Empire.
In fact, everyone knows very well in their hearts that the Ailanthil Empire is here to call for punishment, while the Eternal Empire hopes to delay the attack for some time.
When this matter gradually subsides, the price to be paid for delaying it will be much less, right? The Eternal Empire holds this idea in mind and hopes that the Elanthir Empire will not enter the country this time.
However, the Airanhill Empire's sky fleet has already entered the country, and the Airanhill Empire, which has taken advantage of the situation, did not give any face to anyone this time, and just rushed towards the Eternal Empire in a menacing manner.
"Where are the officials accompanying you from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Are you still being unreasonable? Do you love the Landhill Empire and let an officer talk to us so rudely?" The prime minister of the other party couldn't hold it in any longer and was a little angry.
asked.
"I'm sorry...it's such an unfortunate coincidence...our accompanying diplomat is also sick..." the fleet commander replied with a proud tone.
His answer almost caused the Prime Minister of the Eternal Empire to spray a mouthful of old blood onto the wireless phone. Using the street corner that the Eternal Empire had just found to prevaricate the Eternal Empire itself was blatant and really full of Elanthir style.
This is the power of the Elanthir Empire, and this is the diplomacy of the Elanthir Empire. They are used to this kind of irony, and it doesn't matter even if it angers the other party.
Chris finally walked out of his room and walked towards the bridge with Andrea and Sumolei who came over.
At this moment, the sky fleet has entered the territory of the Eternal Empire, and they are going to fly to the capital of the Eternal Empire, Calamix. There, Chris wants to see the one who united all the magic empires in an attempt to fight against the Eternity of Elanthir.
Imperial Emperor!
"Let's go! Let's go and see this cute opponent." Chris walked forward step by step, with a domineering attitude.
Behind him, a cape embroidered with a golden eagle swayed slightly with his steps. The lifelike bird of prey on it seemed to be about to flap its wings and fly high at any moment.