The PL9 missile was like an arrow from the string, speeding towards the Rafale fighter piloted by Thomas.

Thomas immediately began to maneuver at breakneck speed, trying to get out of the range of the PL-9 missile.

Roll at high speed, roll over and dive......

Corleone took advantage of the moment when the enemy plane launched a missile and slowed down slightly, and captured the fighter.

The Topsight helmet-mounted sight of the Sextant company caught the target at the first time.

"Target, launch!"

The Mika missile equipped with an infrared seeker ejected from the underwing pylon, Corleone jerked up the nose of the plane, staring at the F14 in high-speed maneuvering, and the Mika missile followed his line of sight and galloped towards the target.

"Thomas, hold on, I'm locked on it!"

"Okay, I'll give it a go!"

The wingman who was rolling at high speed to dodge the missile mustered up his courage, and infrared thermal flares shot out from the gust of wind.

Puff puff......

Infrared thermal flares burst into brilliant sparks in the sky.

"I should be able to get rid of it now!"

Thomas gasped slightly, looked back, his eyes widened, the hell PL-9 missile was not disturbed by the infrared flare, and still flew towards the fighter he was piloting.

"Not good, Thomas be careful!"

"F*CK! It's too late!"

Thomas exploded in the communication channel and pulled down the red skydiving tab.

Boom -

Rockets eject from the seats.

The PL-9 near-arrow bomb exploded instantly, accompanied by a deafening roar, the Rafale fighter exploded directly in the air in two, and a white umbrella flower slowly opened in the air.

"Thomas, are you alright?"

"I ...... I'm fine, Corleone. Help me beat that son of a son of a girl!"

Thomas was terrified, if he had skydived a second late, he would have to be buried by Rafale.

"Don't worry, I'll avenge you!"

Needless to say, Corleone will naturally go all out.

This battle is too embarrassing!

Even if it was already known in advance that the opponent's F14 was not ordinary, two Rafale fighters against one F14. was also killed by the other party first, but it was really a naked slap in the face.

"Bastard, you're done!"

The Topsight helmet-mounted sight is a dead eye on enemy aircraft.

Mika missiles were in hot pursuit behind it.

The locked F14 also seemed to have a premonition that death was coming, and it panicked like a frightened deer, and actually began to pull up the nose and climb up!

Corleone sneered, drones are drones after all, and when they were tracked by missiles, they actually chose to climb in such a deadly mode!

Doesn't this shorten the hit time of missiles?

"Eight, Seven, Six, Five......"

Corleone counted down to the plane in his mind.

Just as the missile was about to hit its target, Corleone suddenly paused. His eyes seemed to bulge out, and he cried out, "God, what's going on?"

In the distance, when the F14 was firmly locked on the fuselage at 90 degrees from the ground, the blue light sprayed from the tail of the engine suddenly disappeared, and the plane turned over lightly as if it had lost power, with the nose facing down, aiming at the Mika missile speeding towards it.

Then. The fighter jet shot out a series of radiant infrared flares, and there was no high-temperature tail flame from the engine. These infrared thermal flares instantly attracted the seeker of the Mika missile.

Boom -

The Mika missile exploded at a distance of 14 hundred meters from F14 and did not cause the slightest damage to the fighter.

"Sh*t!! what the is going on?"

Corleone never imagined that the enemy would use this method to evade missile attacks.

At a high angle of attack, the engine stops at two engines, so as to avoid the detection of the infrared seeker, and the aircraft will inevitably enter the stall tail Xuan, and even if it dodges the missile attack at that time. The plane will still crash completely out of control, what is the difference between this and suicide?

Crazy, the guy who designed this drone intelligence program is definitely a madman.

Corleone's horror is far from over.

In the next second, the "Super Tomcat", which had already been sentenced to death by him, suddenly seemed to come to life. The tail nozzle of the engine burst out with a strong blue flame, and the plane resumed its control and changed to level flight again.

"Oh my God, it'...... How the hell does it do it?"

Corleone was completely stunned, the enemy plane could make such an unbelievable tactical move, how could this battle be fought?!

At this moment, the restored "Super Tomcat" pounced again, the wing pylons flashed, and the PL9 missile burst out.

"Corleone, be careful!"

Thomas's exclamations rang out in the channel.

But it's too late!

In the face of the speeding missile, Corleone was heartbroken and directly pulled down the parachute ring.

The Rafale fighter exploded in mid-air, the umbrella flowers slowly bloomed, and Corleone's face was bitter, knowing that the battle was like this, why did he bother to make this troubled water!

The other Flamingo squadron pilots weren't much better, the close-quarters combat lasted less than ten minutes, all sixteen Rafale fighters were shot down, and six pilots were killed. Since then, the first wave of exchanges between the two air forces has ended, and all of the 24 Rafale fighters of the Flamingo squadron have remained in Somalia, except for two that were wounded in a medium-range air battle. And the enemy only paid the price of two being shot down and one being wounded.

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Saudi Arabia, Riyadh to the south, Prince Sultan airbase.

At this time, the hall of the base command center was quietly audible.

No one expected that the seemingly powerful Arab League Air Force would hit such a result in the face of the Somali UAV unit.

This was true not only of the Flamingo squadron, but also of other areas.

As soon as the fighter units of the two sides clashed, the air units of the Arab coalition forces quickly melted as if they had touched the ice of flames.

Fighter planes were shot down like turkeys, and the Arab League Air Force paid the price of 200 fighters being shot down in the entire Somali air theater, and the ratio of losses between the two sides was as high as 10 to 1, and the enemy's losses were almost negligible.

Now, how can the battle be fought?!

The commander of the Allied Arab Air Force, Abdul Alimu, turned pale, looked at Crown Prince Salman, whose face was as heavy as water, and said, "Your Highness, what should I do next?"

The 500 fighters and 250 escort fighters of the first wave have been lost, and most of the fighters installed with ground strike weapons in the follow-up are extremely heavy.

Crown Prince Salman closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "How is the Raptor squad doing?"

Alimu said: "It has not been discovered yet, and it is expected to enter the attack position in ten minutes." ”

"WHAT ABOUT THE HIRMARS TACTICAL MISSILE FORCES?"

"We are assembling in positions on the outskirts of Addis Ababa, and we are expected to be ready for launch in half an hour!"

Crown Prince Salman said: "Let all the fighter wings return, rely on the air defense positions near the base to deal with enemy aircraft, and the army units will stop advancing and switch to air defense on the spot!"

"Yes!" (to be continued......)