When the B-72 pressed down in front of them, everyone would be shocked that such a monster had actually been created. It's hard to put into words what this is, and I can't even find a suitable metaphor.

The monster nuclear-powered bomber is so large that it's hard to even get a full view. If you get too close, it's like sitting on top of a giant whale's head, and you can't see the tail or the head; If you are far away, until you can see the huge body of the entire giant beast, it will be blurry because of the lack of visibility, and you will not be able to see the ghost whale in the sea of clouds clearly.

At such times, another life-seeking monster will come to the door: the illusion of phantom. But any experienced pilot will know that if the sky is too large a target, it will make people lose their sense of distance. When they are far away, the brain naturally judges the distance between them based on the size of the target; When the target size does not change significantly after approaching, and it is difficult to see the whole picture of the target, the brain will change to measure the distance through the binocular vision error. The so-called "eyeball MK1" observation system, which seems to be perfect in the human body, is exactly the loophole that this monster wants to exploit. Sometimes nature is like a mischievous killer, picking on what humans are good at to deceive and kill people. Giant planes are a prime example. If the pilot encounters an extremely large plane, when he finds that it is unusually large, it is actually less than 2 seconds away from the collision of the two planes, and death is close at hand. Aircraft that are too large can make the brain unable to recognize changes in size, and inadvertently switch to binocular ranging sensory patterns. Large airplanes have characteristics that extend beyond the field of view of both eyes, and the sight is almost identical with both eyes, giving the illusion of illusion, a bit like following a truck full of extra-long steel bars on the highway, thinking that it was far away and that the steel bars had actually been poked into the throat. Coincidentally, the worst accident caused by the illusion of illusion was the crash of the XB-70 Valkyrie prototype, the predecessor of the American-made Whooping Ghost B-72. In 1966, the XB-70 Super Bomber, the largest and most incomparable bomber of the time, gave other pilots the illusion of stern aggression when taking a promotional photo, and this otherwise easy flight ended in tragedy. Joe Walker, the pilot of the F-104N fighter in the formation, approached the XB-70 mega plane, thinking it was still far away, until he hit his head on the Valkyrie's left wing and died instantly. The second prototype of the XB-70A that was hit fell off its left side and then crashed into a tailspin. If this accident hadn't happened, the XB-70 might have been on the battlefield in the First Sino-Japanese War, and it is still unknown what the world would have become. Today, its successor, the XB-72, is a miracle in the sky. If you stay on the sidelines, you can't see how many meters are between you and God. In a trance, there will even be a high-rise effect, and I feel that there is some kind of suction force that sucks me up. As he was preoccupied with Calla's search, he had to dodge the laser attack turret's aiming lanes, and without paying attention, he suddenly felt the B-72's body suddenly grow larger, like a balloon that suddenly rose, filling his vision like a nightmare. Quickly pull the lever to accelerate, put the flaps full, and the sudden increase in lift lifted the J-20 like an air cushion, almost clinging to the neck of this monster, and barely rubbed it over the head.

The laser turret's aiming can be considered terminated. He had experience dealing with this kind of thing, and when facing the Twin Crosses Air Fleet, he knew that if he found the location of the laser turret, he could use the opponent's huge fuselage to block its attack range.

Passing by the giant whale is like a snowy mountain pressing over. This thing alone has a slender and strong neck that is bigger than its own J-20 heavy fighter, and it can almost swallow the whole person and the plane in one bite, and there is no scum left. Now I can only see the front fuselage, covering the sky and the sun, except for the huge, I can't say anything more.

Where's Kara.

The electromagnetic pulse caused by the nuclear explosion was strong and weak, and he could barely talk to Kara at close range just now, but now he couldn't hear anything. The radar wasn't working properly, and the monster overhead made the search even harder. Its body can both block the angle of the laser attack and interfere with radio signals. Meng Zhu has been searching for it, so anxious that his eyeballs are about to pop out of his sockets. There were no explosions, no fires, and no abnormalities detected by fighter systems. Kara is sure she's safe, but she can't be reached for a while.

He explained to himself. The next dodge path is crucial. Mont is now like playing in the ring against a heavyweight who is several divisions above him. For each dodge move, plan in detail where to move next. Although he is more flexible, as long as he takes a heavy punch from the opponent, then don't think about fighting back. The plane was rapidly rolling over the back of the B-72, and as soon as it turned to the other side, it immediately entered the attack circle of the laser turret. How did Carla get away just now? She had just heard her own call, and the B-72's attack area was all below the abdomen. In other words, as long as you fly higher than it, you can be protected from attacks. But the B-72 can also tilt the fuselage sharply and change the direction of the horizontal plane of the whole aircraft. So it had to fly around its upper hemisphere to escape the attack. How did Carla do it, if you can know the answer to this question, you will naturally find where Carla is now. Maybe Meng Struck didn't know Carla in many ways, but when it came to flight movements, I am afraid that no one knew her better than him. Kara used to use the F-14 Tomcat, which was indeed a fairly powerful and ferocious heavy fighter when it was first born. However, the speed of fighter replacement is too fast, and the modernized and improved fourth-generation fighter has long surpassed the F-14 era in flight performance. To have the J-20 Raptors and the F-14 Tomcats cooperate, it is really as incredible as having the dragon and the cat cooperate. The Assault requires Kara, who keeps an eye on her in the rearview mirror at all times, formulating tactics based on her habits and the performance of the aircraft. Needless to say, Carla has been trying to understand the striking, to get into his heart, hoping to achieve a perfect fit. Then what is there to hesitate about. Meng Strike immediately picked up Kara's movements, steering sideways and sliding horizontally. It is important to know that the F-14 is very bulky and does not have an advantage in vertical maneuverability; However, the high inertia brought by the heavyweight fuselage makes it easy for the aircraft to slip as tightly as a car tail. If this were a normal flight, it would be a fatal mistake. But Kara's F-14 is no ordinary Tomcat, but the famous NASA 991, and the addition of a movable duck board and yaw vector baffle is the key, and these devices to improve the tail spin characteristics are controlled by Kara to make the old cat as agile as a curling stone on ice, and the drift and traverse are as graceful as an ice ballet.

"It's really hard to learn."

Meng Zhen muttered, and the J-20 began to be unable to eat. No matter how new or old, beautiful or not, every aircraft has its most unique aspect. Although the J-20 is advanced, the petite aspect ratio cannot simulate the chic of the old cat, and the plane begins to show signs of deep stalling. This is the first time that Meng Strike has done this, although the action is simple and crisp, relying on the rudder to make the vertical tail and vector spout cooperate with the action; But his forehead was covered with sweat, dripping down the edge of the helmet, and seeing the nose of the plane tilted and trembling twice, it was about to lose control. The B-72 is directly below, and they can't fight each other, but if they run into each other, they will lose both, not to mention that there are two other monster bombers, and they must retreat with their whole body. The J-20 has already glided out of the B-72's back range, and the whole process jumps from its right, and uses the air film between the two aircraft to assist in taxiing, and instantly rolls to the left.

Losing the support of the double-layer air film, the lateral movement of the J-20 intensified to the extremely dangerous Cheng Dù, and the attack wanted to be corrected, but the disaster was not a single line, and a strong sudden wind blew from the side, suddenly blowing him into the thick clouds next to him. In an instant, he was obscured by thick clouds, and he was enveloped in the whole thing. That thick cloud layer can at least temporarily block the targeting laser of the American-made Whoopernia, and the main attack laser naturally cannot be launched, which can be regarded as temporary safety. If the estimation is correct, Kara must have completed this action just now and hid in the clouds, so neither she nor the American-made Whooping B-72 noticed her. If his movements weren't so strict, Kara would have been nearby.

Meng struck and watched left and right, and there was nothing.

He sighed and leaned back in his ejection seat, the anxiety in his heart gradually turning into a certain unease and pessimism. He stared blankly into the mirrors on the windshield bezel. He suddenly had a strange feeling that Carla was like a girl living in the rearview mirror, as if she had never existed in reality. The rearview mirror trembled, as if it was nodding frantically. Under its shaking, Meng Struck seemed to see a black shadow behind the right, and before he could react, the black shadow had already chased to the side. He didn't even have to look at it, just from the feeling of the engine, he knew that it was Kara, and her F-14 991 old cat. The whole plane gradually emerged from the clouds, and sure enough, it was her. Sitting in the cockpit of the F-14, Kara said in an oxygen mask: "Idiot, I knew you would." ”

It is impossible for this communication to reach the ears of the Meng, and the damage to electromagnetic waves caused by nuclear explosions continues.

However, the attack was as if it had been heard. He grinned as if he had found some treasure. That innocent and unadulterated smile is really only found by young people.

"I knew you were here."

The two planes regrouped to form a complete integrated combat body, which can be described as invincible. Finally able to fight back again. A sly glint suddenly flashed in Meng's eyes. He knew Kara's worries and concerns, and he knew the situation well, and now was the time to use his weird mind to figure out some idea.