The Indian Air Force changed the situation of not having early warning aircraft to cooperate with the battle, and at the same time sent two A-50EI early warning aircraft produced in the Sè column.

The two "Ferkang" and the Pakistani "Saber-toothed Tiger" fought inextricably on the invisible electronic battlefield, and all the crew members in the cabin were already busy and crazy with various jamming modes, reconnaissance and locking, true and false signals, and data packet intrusion.

"Hurry up, hold them down, use C26 mode! Send standard fake attack packets! They have two AWACS aircraft, haha, we'll do it right!"

"Don't talk nonsense, build a firewall, lock them up, don't let them intrude, and use simulated fire control radar to illuminate!"

"The full band is blocked, have you found their channel mode, we are going to invade their channel!"

"Pay attention to air defense, don't let them take us down with anti-aircraft missiles, call 'Bos Cat', let them send two combat planes to escort us, I think it's a bit hanging!"

Before the fighters had made full contact with each other, the early warning planes of the two countries had already jumped straight at a distance from each other.

"It's coming, it's coming! I'll go to the bathroom first!" Lin Mo's "Thunder Dragon" made a hook maneuver, turned around and ran, and then pulled away from the big side bend to play on the side.

Just kidding, didn't you see at least six missiles directly locking on to him in an over-the-horizon way?

With Lin Moyi's bold and superb maneuvering skills, relying on the supersonic speed of the FC-1 "Xiao Longhe" to deal with those air-to-air missiles is still a bit cold.

Lin Mo never thought that he would shoot down all the Indian fighter planes by himself, although the Indian planes seemed to him to be flying in the sky with bundles of yuan, but too much "yuan" could kill people.

The Indians' fighter formations were unusually loose, apparently taking into account the ambush of the Pakistanis, and did not give Limmer the opportunity to charge with six missiles in tow.

Pulling a big bend and maneuvering in a serpentine shape, the first missile was dangled by Lin Mo and exploded into a fireball not far from the left flank.

Sometimes that's it, in order to deliberately get close to the missile, you explode directly, which requires superb evasion skills, and if it is self-defeating, it will be tragic.

With the power of those missiles, Lin Mo didn't have the courage to let these little guys chase him for a few more seconds.

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Front row......

Now it's a race against time, every second counts life, and these deadly air-to-air radars can grow more than 1,200 meters per second, and they can blow themselves to pieces in the blink of an eye.

In the face of a large number of aircraft groups, reinforcements have not yet arrived, Lin Mo does not want to use low-altitude mobile guerrilla tactics, as long as the Indian aircraft fleet comes with another round of air-to-air missiles, plus the ground anti-aircraft fire up and down, then there is no way to go to the sky, no way to enter the ground.

Rumble!~

The fuselage of the "Thunder Dragon" shook, and another air-to-air missile was concocted in the same way, and the impact of the explosion shook the body of the "Thunder Dragon."

"Dragon Knight, how are you?!"

"Ho! It's cool.,It's comparable to a soft girl's massage.,And with surround sound vibration.。 ”

Several small light spots representing missiles on the radar screen are chasing the "Thunder Dragon" at high speed, and the situation is not optimistic, but Lin Mo is obviously still dead.

Boom!~

Two more directly exploded, although Lin Mo was unconvinced, but he was really a little worried about whether the small body of the FC-1 "Thunder Dragon" could withstand a few more close-range explosions, he had already seen a few small gaps in the wing, if it weren't for the wing material focused on being strong and strong, otherwise it would have been torn apart by the high-speed airflow.

"Dragon Knight, hold on, we're coming!"

Several long wakes in the sky rushed straight at them, and four FC-20 "Thunder Dragons" swooped down.

"Thank God, if you don't come again, I'm going to be blown up by the three."

Lin Mo wiped a cold sweat The damn aerodynamic layout of the "Thunder Dragon" is still not as good as the FC-20, it is completely a big toy, and the country of Pakistan is cheap and practical, and it has to be compared with the F-16, and as a result, it creates such a cheap product that can shrink.

Lin Mo had already done everything he could, squeezing the xing energy of the "Thunder Dragon" to the extreme, and narrowly escaped a round of missiles, and the remaining few were volleyed in the air by the red line interference bombs he threw out one after another.

Almost at the end of the evasive maneuver, Lin Mo turned on two Sparrow medium-range air-to-air missiles, and two white smoke flew out directly under the wings, heading straight for India's domestic LCA "Brilliant" fighters.

Immediately after that, the "Thunder Dragon" found an opportunity to "insert" into the formation of the Indian fighter Mirage-2000 aircraft group, of course, picking soft persimmons and pinching them, touching the Su-30MKI, one or two are okay, and if there are more, it is looking for abuse.

At the same time that Lin Mo "inserted" into the formation of the Indians, four FC-20 missiles also arrived, and two of the locked fighters failed to complete the maneuver and evade, and exploded into a fireball in the air, but Lin Mo's two sparrows did not miss, directly ignoring the Indian fighters' red jamming bombs, and directly biting down the two "brilliance".

The so-called India's domestically produced "Brilliant" fighter uses the same large delta wing without a horizontal tail as the Mirage-2000, that is, a cannon fodder light aircraft of the same level as the "Thunder", and the supersonic speed is slightly inferior to the "Thunder" and dares to fight with the FC-20.

Seeing that the missile was approaching and could not get rid of it, the Indian pilot, who reacted quickly, immediately ejected the bomb out of the cabin, and the small white umbrella fell to the ground with a shaky one, and the unfortunate one fell directly into the area controlled by the Pakistani ground forces.

In a few breaths, the "Thunder Dragon" from maneuvering to evading missiles to counterattacking is like a Hollywood blockbuster staged in front of all Indian fighter pilots, based on a certain *-style plot, of course, Indians prefer to be Bollywood, but this blockbuster is not good at all, it is completely a nightmare horror movie.

The Indian Asans had no idea that it was not their old rival Pakistani who was slapping them left and right, but the volunteer pilot of the Chinese country next door.

Sitting in the control cabin, wearing an anti-load suit, a helmet, and an oxygen mask, even if Lin Mo used the glazing mirror technique, he couldn't tell which country it was, let alone these Ah San.

The wings were full of air-to-air weapons, Lin Mo was like a flock of tigers, directly chasing and killing in the Mirage-2000 fleet, the rain of bullets from the aircraft guns sprayed out, Lin Mo bit a Mirage-2000 to the death, invading the dead corner in its attack envelope, and the blind spot where the missile could not be locked at all.

While the Mirage-2000 was constantly engaged in a scissor barrel rolling grappling in the air, the omnidirectional light mirror array was turned on in the cabin, and it had a super perspective that was stronger than that of ordinary pilots.

No matter how he rolled, Lin Mo could clearly see the position of every fighter around him, and even started to advance the amount, taking advantage of the other Indian fighters to throw a mouse, he had no scruples to play a little she, this kind of strange attack of eating in the bowl and looking at the pot made the Indian pilots scramble.

The "Thunder Dragon" suddenly pulled up a large loop maneuver for the enemy aircraft formation that was chasing after it, followed by a shocking high-overload rolling maneuver, the muzzle of the cannon burst with orange flames, and a barrage of bullets gathered to "shoot", directly hitting a Mirage-2000 straight into black smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the fire became larger, exploding into a fireball, and the other Mirage-2000 fled in panic.

Everyone knows that the pilot on this star-covered FC-1 "Thunder" is definitely a super ace, but the attack maneuver covered in thorns has made the Indian fighter pilots shackled, and if they are not careful, they will really achieve the real downdown mark on the opponent's body.

The four FC-20s in the air completely scattered in formation, and the Su-30MKI, MiG-29, and LCA "Brilliant" aircraft groups, fighting less and more, scuffled together, and the sub-Dan of the aircraft artillery was "chaotic" everywhere.

In a short time, several squadrons of the Pakistan Air Force, which were constantly carrying out supersonic relays, rushed to the aid and joined the battle group, and the entire ceasefire line was filled with fighter jets chasing each other.

The black smoke from the burning bullets, the trajectory of the cannons, the trails of the missiles, and the occasional fireball from the explosion of the airframe filled the sky.

The sky was originally clear, but in the blink of an eye, it was already full of killing fields.

The full perspective brought by the light mirror technique made Lin Mo feel like a fish in water in this kind of melee, in addition to constantly playing with the target he was following, he could also instantly lock on the enemy plane that suddenly passed by the "Thunder Dragon" attack envelope.

In a big scuffle, a big chase, you may be hit by another enemy plane that has come out of nowhere while you are chasing the enemy plane, or you may not be hit by your own target with the "fire" that you have fired.

The angle between chasing and fleeing can change at any time, and the fleeing fighter may also transform into a hunter and shoot down the opponent who pursues him.

In the blink of an eye, several fighters fell or exploded directly into fireballs, and all the pilots were red-eyed in a battle of this scale, regardless of the dangerous stray bullets around them, and fought with their opponents to the death, giving full play to all their maneuver tactics, using all their skills, and wandering countless times in the multiple-choice question of shooting down and being shot down.

Every second is as long as a year, and no one knows that their fighter will be torn to pieces by the aerial guns that came out of nowhere, or they will not even have a chance to bomb them, and will be directly blown into a fireball by missiles.

The bullets in the melee have completely become extravagant, scattered shrapnel, stray bullets that "shoot" from nowhere, and passing air currents, all of which are killers who take people's lives.

With an excellent sense of space, Lin Mo seems to have suddenly returned to the battlefield of the war with the Tessie Empire, driving the fighter jet to fight to the death with the enemy's air horsemen, this kind of handy feeling of the human body is far more pleasant than controlling the dragon and wielding the dragon slaying giant sword.