I said...... Now isn't the time for ridicule, is it? Watching the enemy plane in front of him, which was so fast that people couldn't see clearly, once again streaked through the sky, a pilot of an F-15 fighter said.

As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere of the battlefield became tense again, and the damn monster, as if he could see that the pilots of the imaginary enemy fighter squadron had been disorganized, turned around again at a strange angle, and rushed back to the battlefield.

The pilot of the Hunter No. 1 fighter, who had just recovered his altitude to 7,000 meters, looked up at the "enemy plane" flying sideways overhead, and loudly reminded his companions to be careful: "Attention! Note! Crown! Crown! It flew past in the direction of 3 o'clock! ”

"Climb! Climb! In a panic, the pilot of an F-15 fighter pulled his joystick and let his F-15 begin to climb rapidly.

However, this so-called rapid climb can really be said to be a climb in front of the new fighter that climbs as fast as a rocket...... lit.

The speed of this F-15 fighter seems to be crawling slowly, after all, this climb speed of 200 meters per second is too slow and too slow.

That damn weird fighter on the other side, with a climb speed almost twice as fast as an F-15 fighter!

In terms of speed, that thing should not belong to the category of fighters, it should be called a rocket! Or some other mess!

So, this monster went on a rampage in front of the fighter unit, leaving all the fighter pilots confused.

Almost subconsciously, experienced drivers thought of the most direct way to get rid of the enemy - climbing. Because after all, in the past long battles, they have always had a speed advantage, and climbing can often easily throw off their opponents.

Unfortunately, today was destined to be a different battle: for the first time, their fighters fell far behind their opponents in terms of performance, and their climb was no different from that of sending them to their deaths.

As a result, another F-15 fighter was judged to be damaged, and the hypothetical enemy squadron has lost three F-15 fighters!

Hearing the news that his wingman had been "shot down", the annoyed Hunter 3 asked on the radio channel: "Who is shouting about climbing?" Isn't this sending to death? ”

"Order correction! Order Correction! The other side has a speed advantage! Swoop! Swoop! Lower the height! Lower the height! The next second, in the cockpit of the Hunter 1 fighter, the pilot shouted.

Only when diving, the F-15 fighter can increase its speed to more than twice the speed of sound, and at this time can barely make up for the difference in speed between the two sides.

"Gentlemen! Did you miss us? Just when the F-15 fighter unit was struggling to defend against that damn monster fighter, inside the headphones, a fairy sound sounded, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"You pull out of the battlefield! Restore the height! Let's cover! Let's cover! A firm voice commanded in the communication channel.

After this order, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, four F-14 fighters, which had adjusted their wings to a swept state, rushed into the battlefield at more than twice the speed.

The roar of the engine can be heard clearly on the ground, and the most powerful aircraft in the history of mankind is showing its terrifying side to everyone on the ground.

"Locked! Lock! The other side is turning! The other side is turning! It's out of our scanning area! Fire! Fire! "Inside the leading F-14 fighter, the commander gave the order to open fire on the attack.

The radar operator behind him stared at the spot of light on the radar screen and fired four air-to-air missiles in one go.

The training bomb escaped the plane's control and then fell with white smoke in tow - this thing is basically a counterweight, something that simulates the flight state of a fighter plane before the missile is launched.

At the same time, inside another F-14 following this F-14 fighter, the radar operator also pressed the button for missile launch: "Bobcat 6 launches missile!" It's almost out of lockdown! ”

"That thing is speeding up! That thing is continuing to accelerate! Can it still accelerate at this speed? Damn it! "The radarman on the Bobcat 5 fighter, after firing four AIM-120 simulated missiles, looked at the radar screen and shouted in surprise.

"It's okay! He was rushing to the Bobcats 3 on the flank...... Head-on attack...... The probability of success is greater, right? Looking at the exercise target in the distance, the pilot of the F-14 Bobcat No. 7 fighter of the imaginary enemy squadron said.

Because he was slightly behind the group, he had lost the angle of attack, and the other party was out of his radar lock area, which really shocked him.

Weiss, who was sitting in the cockpit of the new fighter jet, was actually feeling the pressure at this time. He has been flying at twice or even triple the speed of sound, constantly steering, and doing large overload maneuvers that exceed common sense.

Although these agitated actions successfully shook off the opponent's radar lock, they also caused a lot of burden on his body.

In fact, he could already feel his blood tumbling inside him, and he would even be very uncomfortable at the limit.

But this feeling of controlling speed is really "cool", and he can't stop it: this kind of detachment that can surpass everyone and override all attacks is something he has never experienced.

So he gritted his teeth and persevered, persevered, pushed the afterburner rod again, and with absolute speed, once again shook off those incoming AIM-120 air-to-air missiles.

Rather than the larger, more bulky AIM-120 over-the-horizon missile, Weiss is more reluctant to face those close-range combat missiles.

The Sidewinder missile is faster and more agile, and it will be difficult to get rid of it when it gets close, and Wes will have to work a little harder.

Just now, when he threw off the Sidewinder missile, his physical condition was as strong as his, and there was also a brief black-vision phenomenon - Weiss is really curious now, this super fighter he controls, has no limit!

He felt that there should be, but the limit of this machine might be far above the limit of his body.

The radar siren was ticking all the time, and he knew that he was now surrounded by fighter jets from imaginary enemy training units.

Whether it is the radar of the AWACS aircraft or the radar on the F-15 and F-14 fighters of the imaginary enemy squadron, they will constantly illuminate him and try to lock on to him.

And those radar-guided air-to-air missiles are also locking on to him with seekers - this exercise will only be perfect for him if he gets rid of these and eliminates these "enemies" who stand in his way.

"You guys, that's really annoying!" He gritted his teeth and muttered, overcoming the dizziness of the blood rushing to his brain, and once again accelerated the plane to an unbelievable level.

A slight bump! His super fighter began to jolt slightly. The surface of the fighter glowed even more brilliantly, blocking the frictional air outside.

The two magic engines, completely protected by magic, were pumping out surging power with unprecedented power, and the tail flames that erupted were restless.

Weiss couldn't actually hear most of the engine's noise, and the airborne sounds had actually been left behind him.

The loud roaring noise he could hear was actually a sound that traveled through the airplane's body along the solid. But despite this, the voice he faced could already be described as huge.

The dense "dripping" sound of the radar siren began to slow down, and the flashes of warning that represented the direction of the radar beam began to go out. On Wes's helmet display, only a few distant radar beams remained, still banging on the shell of his aircraft.

On the other side, in the channel of the F-14 reinforcements, which had finally obtained the attack window, there was a voice of regret.

"Got rid of them all? No way? On the Bobcat 5 fighter, the pilot, who was temporarily promoted to the commander of the Bobcat group, shouted depressedly.

"Is the drill judging cheating?" The Bobcat 6 fighter jet, who was following behind Bobcat 5, looked at the fading track in the sky and shouted with doubt.

Unbeknownst to them, of course, that the downed team leader, the pilot of Lynx 1, and his wingman pilot, had little more than they had in mind.

The two fighter pilots who were sent off were communicating by radio at this moment, asking the ground referee team to review the battle record......

"We're running out of missiles...... "The pilot of the Bobcat 5 checked his armament and found that he was carrying 10 AIM-120 missiles, and now only 6 remained.

The wingman is about the same as him, and the rest of the Bobcats, No. 7 and No. 8, have not yet had a chance to launch missiles, and No. 9 and No. 10 are coming, and they still have plenty of ammunition.

The F-15 Hunter squad, which had shot down several planes, was even worse: they had just almost run out of ammunition, and most of them were left with only combat missiles to use.

"That's not good...... "Pilots of the imaginary enemy squadron, whose confidence has been struck by the new weapon, muttered quietly over the channel.

On the AWACS aircraft, the colonel commander grabbed the intercom and comforted his subordinates: "Steady!" That new aircraft is so fast, and the fuel consumption is not necessarily low...... It just did that overload maneuver...... It is estimated that the oil is also starting to run tight! ”

However, his words are more like a kind of irony: the dignified imaginary enemy squadron, the ace unit of dozens of ace pilots, actually hoped that the opponent would return home without fuel in a ten-to-one exercise, and wanted to win by this...... That's not a glorious thing in itself.

"The F-16 fighter unit that has cast the net will move closer to the AWACS aircraft!" The colonel commander reluctantly gave the order to change the combat deployment, he was afraid that the other party would really come to him for the trouble of this early warning, and the escort of 4 F-15 fighters now looks not so impregnable......