Wes was really worried about his fuel, and he was running out of fuel. Not only was he running out of fuel, but his magical energy reserves were running out.

If the magic energy is exhausted first, he can only restore the fighter to normal speed, that is, after running out of magic, this new fighter actually has no special increase in speed.

If you continue to barely accelerate, you will let the plane disintegrate, and that would be no different from suicide.

Running out of fuel would be even more embarrassing, and Wes would have to return to the end of the exercise, and theoretically his challenge would have been lost......

He didn't want to lose this exercise, although he was not a competitive person, but he just didn't want to lose this exercise now!

In his heart, there is such an obsession, that is, he can't bury this super fighter, can't let its first appearance be dusty, can't let its first battle fail!

Just as he was pondering how to kill the fighters and deliver a fatal blow, his radar siren sounded again.

The speed of this super fighter has now soared to nearly 5,000 kilometers per hour, and it can fly nearly 100 kilometers in a minute.

And the F-14 fighter jet that rushed towards him had also soared to more than twice the speed of sound, so the distance between them was shortened in an instant.

It was also the first time that Weiss had encountered such a head-on target, and by the time his radar detected the opponent, he was already less than 200 kilometers away from the opponent.

Then, a few seconds later, his radar calculated the base height and direction of the other party, and by this time the distance between them had been reduced by a large margin.

By the time Weiss heard that the other party's radar had locked on him and the radar alarm sounded, the distance between them was already enough to launch AIM-120 missiles.

"Aim at the target!" Wess aimed his nose at the oncoming target in the distance, and then gently pulled the red trigger on the joystick.

"The electromagnetic cannon is energized! Fire! The computer helped him through the rest of the action, and after a brief attack, Wes gently pulled his joystick, causing his plane to rush towards the opponent at a slightly changed elevation angle.

"You've been shot down! You've been shot down! Inside the oncoming Bobcat No. 3 fighter, the referee of the exercise heard the prompt sound, and the pilot piloting the fighter was so confused that he even forgot to adjust his flight trajectory.

His wingman had also been notified of the crash, and similarly, they had just launched two AIM-120 over-the-horizon air-to-air missiles, and they had not yet had time to do anything else.

"What? Our missiles didn't hit it, but its missiles could hit me? On the Bobcat 3, the pilot looked back at his radarman.

The radarman spread his hands: "I don't know anything, we were just locked by the radar and didn't even have twenty seconds...... Unless there are missiles ten times the speed of sound on that plane! ”

"I think we must have been tricked by the referees!" The Bobcat 3 driver sat up straight and looked ahead.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow rushed over his cockpit. He didn't even see what it was.

The loud noise made him hear clearly through the headphones, and the chaotic air flow swayed the F-14 fighter he was piloting, causing the small fighter to float up and down for a long time before stabilizing its shape.

"What was that?" The driver's voice was full of fear and panic when he finally came to his senses.

"I ...... I didn't see the ...... clearly" The radarman also saw the dark shadow and heard the deafening noise.

"That damn bastard almost hit me!" The pilot of the wingman, after being afraid, scolded: "He is only 200 meters away from me at most!" Bastard! Bastard! ”

"That plane just rushed over! The AIM-120 missile was thrown off by him! At least that's what the referee said. "The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter finally figured everything out at this time.

What they just saw was the monster that could turn at four times the speed of sound. The other side flew over their heads like a provocation, and "shot down" both of their planes along the way.

Originally a head-on outflanking, they were also ready to attack. But it all came so suddenly, they were able to decide the winner in two or two minutes, and unfortunately it was not them who won the victory.

"We failed!" The fighter pilot of the Bobcat 4 reported on the channel in frustration that he had been shot down.

"It passed us by, and now we can't see it." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter ripped off his oxygen mask, looked down at the clouds in the distance, and said unwillingly.

It's a pity that now no one in the public channel cares about them who have been shot down. Just now, Weiss, who circled nearly 100 kilometers in 1 minute, found an opportunity to send the four returning F-16 fighters out of the game in one go.

Because it was a tail-biting attack, the other party didn't even notice his existence, and he was easily "shot down".

From the beginning of the battle to the present, the imaginary enemy squadron has lost about a third of its strength. At the same time as morale plummeted, ammunition was also rapidly depleted.

Most of the downed fighters were shot down with full ammunition. This further accelerates the attenuation of the combat effectiveness of the imaginary enemy squadron.

However, throughout the engagement, the imaginary enemy squadron had almost figured out the power of the fighter piloted by Weiss.

The mood of underestimating the enemy was gone, and all the pilots were cautious, which deprived Weiss of many good opportunities to attack.

Just when Weiss once again returned to the battle circle and shot down two F-14 fighters in one go, the two F-16 fighters that barely accelerated to supersonic speed and had just reached the edge of the battle circle collided with him.

Both sides were taken aback by the other, and there was even a danger of colliding. After all, everyone's speed is very fast, and the F-16 fighter can't even make evasive moves because it is too fast.

At the moment when Weiss avoided the route, the F-16 fighter, which was originally only carrying close-range combat missiles, decisively launched two Sidewinder missiles in the face of a fleeting opportunity.

Four training missiles broke away from the wings of the F-16 fighter jets, while the computer simulated the reality of the attack, and the missiles had a good chance of hitting the climbing Wess superfighter.

Wess was also nervous because it was the first time he had heard such a dense chime from an infrared alarm. This indicates that there is an infrared guided warhead that has locked onto him, and at an extremely close distance.

He had just passed by the F-16 fighters, and apparently these missiles were launched by those two F-16 fighters that should not have been at this altitude and should not have appeared here.

Because he was maneuvering with high overloads all the time, Weiss's nose radar couldn't always receive its own radar beam. So Weiss's radar detection ability actually comes and goes.

This is also a kind of helplessness that is too good to maneuver and too fast - unless he keeps flying in a straight line, he is likely to throw off the returning radar beam due to overload maneuvering, and then lose the target he has locked or detected.

So the fact that Weiss did not notice the two F-16 fighters that accidentally broke into his flight path also gave them a chance to open fire.

It was too late, and Wes had already heard the tick sound of his infrared receiving alarm device, which was connected into a long tick.

This indicates that those infrared-guided Sidewinder missiles are about to enter the effective attack range of explosive fragments.

In an instant, Weiss pulled the lever, adjusted the direction of the tail nozzle, and made a motion to continue pulling up. At the same time, at the moment of avoiding his original route, the belly of this super fighter jet sprayed a series of infrared decoys.

Because the speed was too fast, it was as if this super fighter exploded in the air, and those decoys scattered in all directions, and they were extremely gorgeous.

Wes felt a strong vibration from the fuselage of his plane, and he felt his internal organs stick to his back because of the huge overload.

On the other side, the pilot of the F-16 fighter who felt that he had succeeded in the attack heard the conclusion given by the referee team in the headset: "The other party threw off your infrared combat missile......"

There was an uproar on the radio, and everyone felt that the exercise was too unfair. They thought they were an invincible iron army, but the other party was a monster that was not within the scope of common sense!

"Keep intercepting it! I'd like to see! That driver, under such a high-intensity overload maneuver...... How long can it last! "Grabbing the walkie-talkie, the colonel commander was already a little out of breath.

Half of his troops had been tortured and killed, and half of the rest had been depleted, and in this state, victory was almost a luxury.

Even if the other side returns to the sea in the end due to fuel shortages, and they assume that the enemy squadron barely wins the exercise, it will not make their faces shine - from the establishment of the Irlanhill Imperial Air Force to the present, there has not been a defeat of self-damage to more than a dozen aircraft and allowing the enemy to escape and return!

The worst times, intercepting Vivien didn't lose so many planes, and intercepting the giant puppet of the puppet empire, although he lost a lot of planes, the other party didn't be able to get out of the way, right?

Now, the colonel commander of the imaginary enemy squadron is no longer thinking about winning this exercise, he wants to shoot down this target! Even if the whole army is annihilated, he will shoot down the other party! He really moved his liver and had a "murderous heart".

In the sky, the roar of engines still reverberates. White tracks crisscrossed the country, some fading away, others still stretching forward.

Wes glanced at his fuel gauge, then at what he had left, and with a push of the joystick, he began a new dive......

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Long Ling has been a little busy in the past two days, so I won't make up for it first.