Although the new Golden Eagle 4C fighter has only one engine of 6,700 horsepower, its speed is not slow, relying on a better aerodynamic layout and a smaller body, this aircraft still flew at an ultra-high speed of Mach 2.2, which is actually comparable to the Golden Eagle 5 fighter, and more than twice as high as the Boston Empire's F104 fighter.

This light fighter with an empty weight of only six tons carries three cannons, and its practical ceiling has reached 18,700 meters, and the range is 1,670 kilometers.

When the new Golden Eagle 4C fighter was placed in front of Fang Ruijun, he was taken aback, he did not expect that an aircraft factory with no background and no too high technical reserves could actually design such an excellent aircraft by relying on its own strength.

Under Fang Ruijun's care, the new airborne radar and other electronic equipment were transferred to the Northwest Aircraft Factory, and soon they made some changes to the aircraft, in addition to installing radar, this aircraft also has the ability to carry four short-range air-to-air missiles, which can be described as a great increase in strength.

The Golden Eagle 4C fighter once again defeated the Golden Eagle 5 fighter, allowing the Northwest Aircraft Factory to obtain an order to supply new fighters for the Ural Military District, and soon the first batch of seventeen new Golden Eagle 4C fighters were shipped to the front line and directly assigned to Liang Junchao's direct flight squadron.

"Enemy aircraft are detected, and all fighters take off immediately." A command was issued from the horn of the tower, and Liang Junchao, who was wearing all the equipment, grabbed his helmet and ran out.

"Captain, you don't have to go into battle every time." Captain Zhao Ziping said with an embarrassed face. As the captain of the group, he should take the fighter group of his wing to the air to fight, but the wing leader Liang Junchao often fights with his direct flight squadron, which makes Zhao Ziping feel quite uncomfortable, because every time he doesn't know how to command the wing leader's operation.

Liang Junchao laughed and said: "Don't talk to me, you kid, I let you command every time, but you don't want to." Well, from this point on, I will only be responsible for commanding my direct squadron, and the weapon is authorized by you to be the unified air commander. ”

Zhao Ziping said a little embarrassed: "Captain, I didn't mean that, you are almost forty years old, you can't always take risks." ”

Liang Junchao shook his head and said: "Now that the number of our air force is tight, our wing commanders are all taking to the air with the troops, not to mention that this time His Majesty has indicated that the new aircraft will be equipped with my direct squadron, which naturally means that I will test the performance of the new aircraft." You don't have to worry about my comfort, for a fighter pilot, even if blood is spilled on the battlefield, it is lucky to break an arrow in the sky, it is better than dying in bed. ”

Liang Junchao said so, and Zhao Ziping naturally didn't want to continue to refute. Both men walked briskly onto the tarmac and stepped into their fighter cockpits. Liang Junchao stepped into the cockpit, and the mechanic immediately climbed the ladder to help him fasten his seat belt, hang up the oxygen mask, and check the various instruments with him.

After the inspection was completed, the mechanic helped Liang Junchao cover the cockpit cover and walked down the ladder, and moved the ladder away. Under the command of the guide, Liang Junchao carefully piloted the Golden Eagle 4C fighter and slid onto the runway.

A long string of green lights on the side of the runway lit up, Liang Junchao turned on the afterburner, and the plane suddenly began to accelerate, and the huge inertia pressed Liang Junchao on the back of the chair and was completely unable to move. Secretly praising the excellent acceleration performance of the new aircraft, Liang Junchao pulled the operating stick into his arms, and the plane took off after taxiing for nearly 800 meters.

Sixteen Golden Eagle 4C fighters painted in gold rose from various runways, followed Liang Junchao in formation and flew towards the battlefield. "Wing Commander, we really like this new plane more and more, it is really much better than the previous plane." A pilot of a squadron directly under the squadron said in the communicator.

Liang Junchao smiled and said: "I haven't seen the world, I heard that the Navy's Sailfish 2 carrier-based aircraft and the Golden Eagle 5 fighter used by the Guards are even more powerful, but you haven't seen it yet." And the Predator must have a better plane, and that must be a guy we can't even think of. ”

The pilot said, "Wing Commander, I heard that you were selected from the Iron Army and joined the Wehrmacht Air Force?" ”

Liang Junchao said: "That's right, back then, the Iron Blood Army only had an army, and I liked to fly, so I signed up, but I didn't expect that the Iron Blood Army also had an air force later, and it was all formed by those elf predecessors, and now their strength must be quite strong." ”

The pilot said, "Don't you regret it?" If you're still in the Predators, you'll be able to fly even more powerful fighters. ”

Liang Junchao said: "I won't regret this, if I am in the Iron Army, I must only be able to train every day, where are there so many battles to fight, if I can't participate in the war because I fly a good plane, I would rather have a worse ride." ”

"Wing Commander, you said that now the whole world is in a big war, and our air force is insufficient in numbers, why don't the Predators join the war?" The pilot said something strange.

"If the Iron Army enters the war, I'm afraid this war will end in a short time. It's just that the Emperor Taishang has his considerations, and with his calculations, he will definitely send troops at the most critical time. Liang Junchao didn't know why, but he had almost blind confidence in Fang Xiaoyu, and he had no doubts about his every decision.

At this moment, the order of the commander of the AWACS aircraft came from the headset: "Attention all fighter units, we have entered the theater of operations, the enemy is sixty kilometers ahead, all units pay attention to preparing for operation." ”

"The Seventeenth Wing understands." Zhao Ziping replied firmly, he led eighty fighters to line up in an offensive formation, and immediately began to climb in height to seize the advantageous terrain. Liang Junchao didn't speak, he just operated his own plane, and followed behind with his direct squadron to raise the altitude.

The Golden Eagle 4C fighter climbed rapidly at a speed of 170 meters per second, and soon reached an altitude of 15,000 meters, the temperature at this height was very low, and Liang Junchao, who felt a little cold, turned on the heating function on the seat, and after a while, the warm current came from the back, making him feel very comfortable. "This new plane is just good, and it has all the features that are so comfortable." Liang Junchao let out a sigh.

"Enemy aircraft are spotted, all fighters pick up speed, and we rush over." Zhao Ziping gave the order, and all fighters turned on the afterburner to the maximum, and they entered a high subsonic state one after another. Flying faster than the fighter brigade was the Golden Eagle 4C fighter that had just entered service, and I saw that Liang Junchao's direct squadron also turned on the afterburner, and they quickly increased their speed to Mach 1, but these planes seemed to have a lot of spare power.

The Golden Eagle 4C fighter was still accelerating, Mach 1.2, Mach 1.6, the plane quickly surpassed Mach 2, and 17 new fighters rushed towards the Boston people at the limit speed of Mach 2.2. "Hey, this plane is amazing." One pilot lamented that he could barely feel his teammates and that he could only operate on various gauges and radar screens.

Seventeen golden bolts of lightning swept through the Bostonians in an instant. "It's so fast, much faster than our F104." The Axis pilots sighed, but soon they didn't have time to sigh, because the seventeen Golden Eagle 4Cs had turned their noses around and were rushing towards the tail of the Axis group.

Aiming at an F86 fighter that was lagging behind, Liang Junchao pressed the button of the cannon fiercely, and a series of shells were issued, completely breaking the right wing of the Axis fighter, and the plane rolled and fell.

The other pilots in the squadron were also elite pilots, and each of them shot down no less than ten planes, and under the efficient strikes of these pilots, one Axis fighter was shot down before they could turn their noses. Seeing that these seventeen fighters were so brave, the twenty F104 fighters mixed in the group immediately flew out, aiming directly at the squadron directly under Liang Junchao.

"It's Boston's F104, everyone is on the safe side, ready to attack with air-to-air missiles." Seeing the opponent's twenty fighters with a slender body than the F86 fighter rushing towards him, Liang Junchao immediately judged the opponent's model. Liang Junchao did not dare to be careless about this fighter jet, which can also fly at supersonic speeds, so he ordered the fighters to use the Thunderbolt-1 short-range air-to-air missiles mounted under the wings to carry out the attack.

Twenty F104 fighters pulled up the height and rushed straight towards Liang Junchao's direct squadron at a very fast speed. Twenty Axis fighters flying at supersonic speeds attempted to rely on high speed to carry out tail-biting attacks, but Liang's pilots were also quite experienced, and they also began to increase their altitude and bite into the tail of the opponent at a faster speed.

In supersonic air combat, the speed of reaction is quite critical, and although Liang Junchao is nearly forty years old, he is not slower than when he was young, only to see him roll upside down, directly bite the tail of an F104 fighter, and use a special halo to lasso the tail of the opponent, Liang Junchao pressed the button next to the dashboard.

Under the left wing of the plane piloted by Liang Junchao, a Thunderbolt-1 missile suddenly fell, but this missile did not fall for long, and only a little more than a meter away from its tail burst out of an orange flame, with dense white smoke, and the missile drew a straight trajectory and rushed towards the enemy plane that was a kilometer away from it in front.