"Gentlemen, our target is the air base in Jask, everyone be ready for battle. I can assure you that China's radars have detected us, and perhaps their fighters are approaching us. "The mission of the 42nd Strike Group of the Southeast Asian Air Wing is to clear the Chinese air force in Jask and open the way for the bomber forces behind.

"Sir, I heard that our enemy only has about a hundred fighters." Like China, the pilots of American fighter jets are associated with each other and use code names.

"Gentlemen, I can tell you, don't underestimate every plane in China. They have more advanced fighters than us, and the Chinese pilots are also very skilled. Even if the other side has a few fighters, we can't be careless. Everyone should be careful to be on your heads, Chinese planes like to suddenly descend from a high place. Sir Sir said over the radio as the captain of the Allied 42nd Strike Group.

None of them, except for the Jazz, fought against the Chinese Air Force. As for Jazz, more than a month ago, there was a confrontation with the Chinese Air Force, but he survived and returned to India. And his former comrades-in-arms are basically lying in the jungle of Myanmar forever.

"Remember the trick I gave you, don't chase straight behind the Chinese fighters, and you must pay attention to their two-plane cooperation, don't fight with them to make exciting turns. For the sake of your lives, you'd better heed my warning. Sir gushed endlessly on the radio to teach his experience of fighting with Chinese fighters, hoping that these new pilots can go back a few more.

I haven't fought with Chinese fighters, and I can't understand that kind of aggrieved feeling at all. This is the most direct understanding of Jazz since he survived. Use aggrievedness to describe the feeling of fighting with Chinese fighters. In Jazz's view, it was the most suitable.

"Then sir, according to what you say, how can we fight them, this will not work, that will not work." On the radio, a loud question was heard.

"Lightning, listen. You have to work closely with your wingmen, and this time we have the numerical advantage, so we must play to our strengths. Two against one. And separate the host and wingman of the other side. Eliminate them one by one. Only then will we have an advantage. Jazz is not tired of this kind of problem, and he sincerely hopes that these pilots can live a few more.

"Don't rely on the technology you're proud of. It's not me who strikes you. Your tactical maneuvers are better than those of the Chinese pilots. It's much worse. In the end, Sir did not forget to say one more thing.

"Now that we're 50 kilometers from our destination, keep an eye on the top of your head. Be prepared to encounter Chinese fighters at any time. May God bless you all. ”

While Jazz was chattering, his wingman spotted a black spot approaching in the distance.

"Oh! It's a Chinese fighter, no, guys, look, what's that in front. Looking at the air-to-air missiles that did not look like airplanes in the distance, Lightning exclaimed over the radio.

While the pilots were stunned, the missiles were already very close to them, and at this time, they could see the general outline of the tail-spraying thing.

"Oh God, get out of the way, it's a missile." Jazz exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly roared. He is no stranger to missiles, whether it is the German V-1 and V-2 or the V-1 copied and developed by the United States itself, he has seen it all. But this was the first time he had seen such a small missile. But no matter why this missile is so small, it is coming for them, and there is absolutely nothing good.

"Avoid, circumvent." Jazz kept yelling on the radio.

A missile that reaches supersonic speeds, in an instant. In the roar of the jazz, the two Mustang fighters in front of him were directly hit by missiles, and the fuselage, which was supposed to be avoided, was directly blown to pieces in the air.

In the sky, missiles carrying tail flames swooped down on the Allied aircraft group, and fireworks spread in the sky, which would surely be magnificent if it was at night.

Under the constant sound of Jazz's commands, the Allied pilots maneuvered the planes, constantly evading the movements. Some of them dodged the missile, and some were not so lucky.

In just ten seconds of encountering the missile, nearly 100 fighters turned into a ball of fire directly in the air, and even the pilot did not have time to escape and was hit by the missile. The power of the missile can put an end to the pilot and the fighter together in an instant.

"Oh. The cake seller, what the hell is that? "Lightning's heart was palpitating, but fortunately he was quick and dodged a head-on missile. As he tried to dodge, the missile passed under his belly. He escaped.

"That's definitely a Chinese missile, damn it, why does China always have such an advanced thing." Jazz replied with a flash of lightning, and he was just as afraid.

In fact, not only Jazz and Lightning, but also the other Allied pilots looked like they were the aftermath of the disaster. If it weren't for the oxygen masks, you might have seen their faces a little blue from fear and nervousness. They all felt that one foot was about to enter Satan's dwelling, and they felt the cold chill of the Death Scythe.

"Everyone, get ready to fight......" Before Sir could finish his words, the characteristic hum of jet fighter engines could be heard above their heads.

The bullets fired by the 20-millimeter cannon were like a sudden rainstorm, and the arc-shaped bullet marks formed by the bullets formed white belts, sweeping towards the Allied aircraft group.

The sound of explosions, whistling, and artillery fire played the prelude to the air battle. Black smoke, explosions, and a flying fuselage make for a picture of iron and blood.

"Haha, let these Yankees see how powerful the sons and daughters of China are. One, two. The imp's voice continued to spread over the radio, and when the command for the blue fox attack came out, the imp shot down two fighters in a surprising row for the first dive attack. Just for a short moment.

Exploding sparks, billowing smoke plummeting down fighter planes. In the first head-on contact, the Allied aircraft fleet once again paid a heavy price. Nearly fifty warplanes were either shot down or lost their combat effectiveness.

"Damn, how could they be so fast, what kind of plane is this. It's too fast. ”

On the radio of the Allied fleet, exclamations were constantly heard. The Allied fighters who were trying to counterattack found that they could not find the target of the counterattack.

"This is a Chinese jet fighter, damn the Chinese, why, why are their weapons and equipment so advanced." Jazz explained, roaring unwillingly.

No propellers, super fast speed. The jet fighter, Sir is no stranger, because he has flown it once, but it is a test plane. Whether in terms of speed or other aspects, even propeller planes are far inferior.

At first, he heard the scientists predict that as long as the real jet fighter came out, they would not even be able to touch the other person's fuselage. Previously, he had a deep skepticism about this statement.

However, China's jet fighter subverted many of his perceptions. It turns out that a jet fighter can be in this shape, and it can be so fast.

"The cake sellers, those scientists in the country take taxpayers' money, are they all on vacation? Damn it, oh my! It's too fast. Finally operating his own fighter, following a Warhawk-3 jet fighter, just as Jazz was about to aim and shoot, the other party accelerated, and soon disappeared from his eyes. This veteran Allied pilot, who had a wealth of combat experience, couldn't help but burst into foul language again.

After deducting the nearly 100 planes that were hit by missiles, and then deducting the 50 planes that were shot down during the raid, there were still nearly 100 aircraft left in the Allied fleet at this time. There are twenty or thirty more than the Chinese side.

However, the gap in quality, with twenty or thirty planes, is completely ineffective, and it is completely impossible to close the gap between the two sides.

"Blue Fox Brigade, Blue Fox Brigade, Hawkeye Three Call."

"Blue Fox received, please speak." After a moment's chase and taking out a speeding Blitz fighter, Blue Fox returned over the radio.

"Blue Fox, please pay attention, there are three hundred fighters flying behind you, and one hundred and fifty fighters are already flying towards you."

"Blue Fox received, we'll pay attention, over." The Blue Fox replied, and then said on the wireless channel of the Blue Fox Brigade: "Brothers, pay attention, there are still one hundred and fifteen enemy planes coming later. Quickly get rid of these dozens of enemy planes. ”

"Great, I'm worried that these dozens of fights won't be enjoyable. This Allied army is so loving that it is served again so soon. The imp's excited voice came over the radio.

"It's just that these are only a few, and they are not enough to beat them at all."

"The first battle should be a little more refreshing, not afraid that he will come more, but afraid of coming less."

In the radio channel of the Blue Fox Brigade, the excited shouts of the team members were heard one after another.

"Don't be careless, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, and remember the teachings of the instructors. After going to heaven, we must pay attention to every enemy, and there is only one consequence of carelessness, and that is the destruction of the machine and the death of people. After listening to the shouts on the radio, Blue Fox didn't feel the same way, this was also his first fight, and he also wanted to have a good time. But while he was happy, he didn't forget to remind him.

And in Jazz's heart, it was full of sadness at this time, and when he was fighting with the Chinese jet fighters, he could hear the sad cries from the headphones from time to time. Every time a fighter plane was destroyed or shot down, every sound smashed hard into his heart.

"The 42nd Brigade, the 43rd and 44th Brigades have gone to support you, hold on." By the time he encountered the jet fighter, Jazz had already reported the situation to the ground. Now that he finally got an answer, Jazz breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gentlemen, our reinforcements are coming, hold on." (To be continued.) )