Wolf Bill's F-36 fighter jet has a strange shape, and there are almost no fighters similar to it in the world. , the latest chapter of the visit wèn:. The fuselage is completely free of the traditional vertical tail, and the vent is neither a conventional circular cross-section ternary design, nor a standard binary vector nozzle, but a two-knife, wedge-shaped section is cut at the tail end of the spindle-shaped streamlined structure, similar to the tail of some kind of insect. One could say that the F-36 resembles a lot of things, but not quite like a fighter, which naturally caused a lot of trouble for the F-35B squad at Fort Leavenworth. After all, the radar uses the basic shape of the aircraft as the identification feature for tracking and guidance, and when the guidance system faces such a monster that does not look like an airplane, the system hesitates. The signal is not continuous, and the radar cannot track it stably. Even in the death cone in the rear-end collision position, the missile entered the traditional inescapable zone of the 'firing' position, but the plane could not recognize that it was an airplane in front of it. The optical sighting system of the Fort Leavenworth F-35B fighter repeatedly tried to find the F-36 from the opponent's subtle spout flames and even the friction of the air on the 'skin' surface, but it was never able to obtain a stable image. If this combat team belonging to the political army continues to pursue, it will soon enter the mercenary's free hunting area, which is not a wise move. Like the hounds approaching a large herd of beasts, they begin to feel fear. As regular employees of the political fu, the F-35B pilots usually do not approach this barbaric Colosseum at all. In their eyes, the hunting area is a gathering place for the lowest and dirtiest group of veterans, who usually don't even touch the edges. Having said that, the arrogant political pilots are actually not as good as the hunting mercenaries who are killed with real knives and guns. At the end of the day, I'm scared because I'm timid. In the words of the government and military employees, the mercenaries have nothing to lose; In fact, it is barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes.

Bill is getting closer and closer to Casey, and the boundaries of the hunting area are close at hand. As long as there is no electronic interference, the system receives boundary information before any aircraft enters the hunting area, which is marked with a bright red line on the head-up display or helmet display. Marking is not the usual careful, attentional and the like, but a "deadly threat". The political pilots who were chasing after them also saw the warning signs, and they were a little shaken. Suddenly, the lead F-35B fighter lock prompt sounded. At an unexpected coincidence, the active scanning electromagnetic 'wave' formed a strong echo 'wave' as thin and sharp as a wheat man's on the F-36's fuselage. At this moment, the distance between the two sides is already the best 'firing' distance of the medium-range projectile, and the main attacker is at the best rear-end angle, which is the perfect position to meet. "Lock on to the target! Fox 3! The leader mechanically chanted the action code, and in the blink of an instant, in the blink of a thousandth of a second, he almost subconsciously completed the locking, opened the cabin, and threw the expensive AIM-120 medium-range air-to-air bomb. It wasn't until the moment the missile engine ignited and the tail flame illuminated his helmet and cheeks that he suddenly regretted the launch. Almost the moment he 'shot', he knew he couldn't hit. It can only be said that the child is reluctant to catch the wolf.

In front of Bill's eyes, the integrated helmet display accurately presents the battlefield shape. The system displays the missile type, maximum overload, interception path and best evasion direction in a concise and clear manner. As long as the driver wants to, it is entirely up to the computer to circumvent it on its own. While computers are inflexible, they are no worse than humans when it comes to the strict implementation of standard tactical movements. It's just that Bill is a person who enjoys flying, which is why he worked hard to develop wearable fighters locally.

If you give it all to the computer, then what's the fun? Bill uses sensors to receive monitoring information directly from the brain, and gives instructions through the scalp terminal control system, covering his full set of movements in the entire machine-controlled actuation mechanism, just like controlling his own body. The F-36 fighter began to react almost before the AIM-120 active radar-guided missile ignited, with the aircraft slightly raising its nose and rolling along the course, maintaining zero change in altitude and moving like an acrobat. When the fuselage was completely flipped and the back was on the lower abdomen, he suddenly pulled his head down and made an afterburner dive, and the plane fell down like a meteor and disappeared into the night. Standard Broken S maneuver. The head wolf didn't want to entangle with a few F-35Bs of the political army at all, and he completely unthinkingly used the most classical and effective maneuvers to shake off the tail chasing enemy. This move could not fool experienced pilots, and the leader of the political fu army immediately knew that this was a continuous reverse double-break S action, which could dive and accelerate while getting rid of the enemy and maintain the original course. The bold S dive of the head wolf at low altitude is equivalent to instantly forming a trajectory perpendicular to the opponent's movement, coupled with the F-36's good stealth 'sex' ability, it will cause the radar of the political and military aircraft to temporarily unlock. Once he loses his steady tracking, Bill the head wolf has time to disappear into the vast expanse of the land. Even with the human 'flesh' eye, it is not too easy to find an airplane painted with 'camouflage' in the black, yellow and green land, which is like looking for a fallen pine needle in the grass. The same is true for radar, where downward-looking scanning with the ground as a background is a nightmare for most radars dedicated to air combat. All terrain and surface objects have a back-shot, forming a disorderly noise 'wave'. The signal signature of a highly stealthy aircraft is already weak, and once it is hidden in it, it is immediately drowned out by noise 'waves'.

The pilots of the political and military can only follow the manual procedures to lower the threshold of signal search and display all the extremely weak signals. As expected, a large number of pseudo-targets called false alarm points have sprung up on the multi-function displays, covering up the valid information. Bill has already done it many times in this cat and dog chase. Although the opposing pilot can see through it, it is enough for him to fool the aircraft, fire control radar and missile seeker. The border of the hunting area is getting closer and closer, and the radar of the political army formation begins to automatically track the planes of other nomadic mercenaries in the airspace, and it seems that Bill's F-36 is completely out of sight. The on-board system re-prioritized attacks according to the size of the threat, and it was probably quite cumbersome to manually search for the F-36 at this time. The pilot of the commander of the political army almost lamented in the oxygen mask, he really regretted throwing that expensive missile in vain. Now it seems that his own 'shooting' is completely a gamble with a last-ditch fight. It's not worth it. Post-war treaties limited missile production in various countries, and even the price of old-fashioned worn-out missiles skyrocketed by more than three times. A total of eight AIM-120 missiles were fired during the entire pursuit, which was estimated to be more than $9 million at post-war prices, not counting the total cost of aircraft attendance and peacetime maintenance; A former American child's daily ration is only 0. $25. Without this futile pursuit, nearly 40 million children would have had three full meals. Such a futile 'waste' fee will probably be damned by heaven for the former US continent, especially the southern states, which are short of food. Before the war, it might have been said that it was a lack of common sense to blindly compare military spending with the flow of money for philanthropy. However, this is no longer the case, and after the war, the military contract system was introduced, and the money saved was actually distributed to the employees of the government and military or security companies as bonuses. Even from this point of view, isn't it enough to make these political and military personnel feel as painful as cutting 'meat'. The F-35B fleet began to close its formation. They again intercepted the signal of the F-36 that the other side had entered the hunting area.

The four pilots of the political army were silent on the radio, and they were calculating the cost. If you continue to pursue, not only will you have to continue to lose money and burn oil and missiles, but even your life will be lost, who will do such a deal.

The leader knew very well in his heart that the other three wingmen had long been unwilling to chase. It's just an employee on the staff, and it's not to protect the family and defend the country, so why bother to pay for your 'life' and your life, and you just have to do your duty. But what he hesitated was that he returned in vain, and he didn't have the steps to go down. At this time, the radio call from Fort Leavenworth came from the headset of the leader plane, and the voice was very faint: "Guardian team, guardians, return to the base as soon as you receive it." Just now, Arnold closed the "electronic cage" of this airspace for the implementation of live television, and the fleets finally got in touch. The pilot of the F-35B heard the call and breathed a sigh of relief, finally not having to cross the hunting area as cruel as Shiraki, and went back to work comfortably as a government employee. But they didn't know that there had been a rebellion in Fort Leavenworth, and they wondered why the other party's voice was as small as a mosquito, as if it was hiding somewhere and secretly 'touching' and 'touching' and calling out. In the air, the four F-35Bs disbanded in a horizontal 'flower', each made a sharp U-turn in the shortest direction, regrouped, and returned to Fort Leavenworth. The head wolf's F-36 fighter with the afterburner fully open, roared and rushed through the boundaries of the hunting area, crashing into it like a bison. There was a peculiar oppressive atmosphere in the hunting area, and it seemed that even the sky had darkened suddenly. Although the pursuers behind him have given up, the battle situation in front of them is even worse. Bill's body-worn fighter has very limited nose space and mediocre radar power. Just by random scanning, there are more than 4 identifiable fighters blocking the way in front of them; There is also a high-speed maneuvering AH-64 Apache modified helicopter gunship, which can carry the new AIM-9X Sidewinder air-to-air missile, and it is not a problem to take out low-speed and low-altitude fixed-wing aircraft. Bill's expression was as strict as if he was attending a church service, and his lips in the oxygen mask were a little purple from being closed for a long time. He had pressed the thrust handle of the engine to the end, the afterburner was 100 percent working, and even the new engine that was super-standard 'fine' made was shaking at this time. The low-altitude air was very viscous, the plane was flying at full speed, and the air currents were twisting and squeezing the plane with all their might. The F-36's narrow outer wing section of the main wing even has a noticeable deformation, and even the composite material is difficult to withstand the forces of nature. The head wolf's face became more and more terrifying, and under the combined force of compensatory clothing and exuberant emotion, a pair of wolf eyes were congested and red. He even felt like he could already see Casey, who seemed to be only half a second away, as if he were close at hand. Fire, boom, and a guy who doesn't know the height of the earth is firing at Bill's F-36. Bill's wolf jaws grinned in both ears, just like when he was in the castle tower. The heat insulation section of the F-36 engine that sprinted with all its strength was burned red. There is no doubt that the blocker dies.