The body of the No. 09 machine was immediately enveloped by a milky white sonic boom cloud, and suddenly entered a supersonic state to get rid of Lin Mo's attack radius, and instead pulled out a sharp turn and bit Lin Mo's tail of the No. 99 machine, he would not be a little merciful because of Lin Mo's mercy.

Lin Mo actually had many chances to shoot down No. 09 in a split second, but he wanted to verify some of his ideas, this kind of actual combat exercise was a rare opportunity for both sides, and he wanted to have a better game.

"Not bad!" Lin Mo pulled the fighter jet and did not follow into the supersonic state, if he came from afar and easily entered the supersonic mode with high fuel consumption, I am afraid that the fuel tank will soon drop to 2 percent, and he will be defeated without a fight, and the enemy on the real battlefield will not give you a chance to refuel.

However, even so, Lin Mo's fuel volume has only left the standard 4% margin, compared to the other party's just full load, it is indeed not fair, but in the war, which hum is fair, there is a number of aircraft Qin Ye has already said that it is an encounter.

It seems unintentional, but in fact, it is yin enough, and when you are practicing and fighting, you also have to use your brains.

Adjusting the throttle valve and pulling the speed brake, Lin Mo suddenly reduced the speed of the fighter, and the nose gradually lost power and entered a downward vertical turn, a bit like playing Tai Chi with force, so that the super maneuverability of the No. 09 machine became automatically thrown into Lin Mo's turning space.

Supersonic fighters calculate the attack probability in milliseconds, one second is a distance of more than 200 meters, if it is a supersonic state, or even a difference of several hundred meters, any trace of error will take the initiative to incorporate itself into the opponent's attack angle.

This guy is not a textbook way of fighting, it's so weird, it's completely unbridled combat imagination, although Lin Mo didn't attack directly on machine 99, but Zheng Han on machine 09 still felt a huge pressure, just like a mouse being teased by a cat, and swallowed it directly when he got tired of playing.

But it was too late, the No. 09 machine that had thrown itself into the net was fiercely stopped by Lin Mo, and the prediction that the dragon knight was best at made Zheng Han's cabin lock The radar alarm sound has not been interrupted, even far more than 3 seconds.

Attack, attack, attack, this is the real air superiority fighter, once it catches the opportunity, it will completely beat the water dog, and will not give the opponent any chance to fight back.

This is the most terrible thing about the fighter, never give it a chance, otherwise it will be ten points if you bite into the bone.

No. 09 Zheng Han completely forgot that he was in a drill, as if he was in a demon, constantly maneuvering to get rid of Lin Mo's lock, but the radar alarm was always ringing in his ears, and it was not interrupted for a second.

The master's move is like this, one touch is the point, one move must kill, the pilot of the numbered aircraft who was swimming nearby and watching the battle was dumbfounded, and saw that once Lin Mo's No. 99 machine bit the No. 09 machine, it was like a Wing Chun master caught the other party and directly used a series of Japanese characters to punch the opponent alive and killed the opponent without resistance, steady, accurate, and ruthless, and it seemed that the No. 99 machine had not yet used air-to-air missiles.

"Hole Nine, Hole Nine! Abort the drill, abort the drill, you've already lost!" Qin Ye, the number machine, noticed that Zheng Han was wrong with the number 09 machine, and shouted desperately.

Now that he has won the victory, hearing the referee's ruling, Lin Mo took the initiative to give up the attack posture, and the alarm in the cabin of the No. 09 plane stopped.

"What's wrong? Am I shot down? Zheng Han, the No. 09 plane in confusion, recovered for a while, and heard the voice of Qin Ye, a comrade-in-arms of the No. 09 plane, in his ears, and his heart beat wildly, as if he had really been blown up by a volley on the battlefield.

"Now it is announced that the exercise has been suspended, the 99th machine won, the hole nine (09) was torn apart, and the pilot, Corporal Zheng Han, died honorably! Congratulations Lieutenant Lin Mo, you can add a five-pointed star to your plane again, but it's your own. The 28th Division's "Jianqiao Tower" at the Jianqiao Airport in Hangzhou sent a joking voiceover, and at the same time, a light laugh could be heard from the other end of the tower, which drew an end to this temporary exercise.

After all, it is impossible to teach the pilot of No. 09 aircraft a lesson with a straight face at this time, after all, the pilot needs a calm heart, and the atmosphere is relaxed all of a sudden.

"Lieutenant Lin! You've really got two hits, I'm convinced!" Zheng Han of Unit 09 was wet with sweat all over, panting non-stop, and after a while, he was already exhausted, and almost had a short "mental deterioration" because his brain did not have time to process so much information in such a high-intensity battle. Or to put it simply, I was blinded.

All those who followed this exercise knew very well that the results of this exercise were basically no different from the actual shooting down, and Zheng Han, the pilot of No. 09 plane, would not be able to get on the plane for at least a month, and he would have to undergo psychological intervention and confirm that he would be allowed to fly only after confirming his emotions.

In the end, it is the people who decide the victory, and this does not erase the improved advantages of the J-10B.

"Hehe, you're also very good!" Lin Mo smiled in the channel, but his breath was still as stable as ever, which made the pilots of the No. 09 plane and the No. 09 plane feel an obvious strange feeling, could it be that the pilots who have experienced actual combat are really so powerful.

Academic pilots who have not experienced the tempering of war and have grown up can only do what they are taught in the textbooks, and their adaptability is still lacking; occasionally those who are bold and reckless have to weigh whether their favorite planes can withstand their bold behavior, and the price of a fighter plane is not cheap.

There is only Lin Mo as an exception, there are metal natural manipulators of the otherworldly gold dragon gold coins to escort him, easily stabilize the structure and service life of the body, no matter how overloaded, the body is still intact, even if it exceeds the theoretical value, it will be fine, and there will be no metal fatigue and abnormal stress reaction, in other words, Lin Mo has a J-10 that can not be used badly, and he can give full play to Lin Mo's driving skills.

Three J-10s returned to the return route, this battle benefited the three pilots a lot, the rookie who is not blessed by the goddess of luck on the battlefield is never the opponent of the veteran, luck is not everyone's own, and the experience of piloting the dragon is completely different, Lin Mo is more addicted to this kind of personal control, as if the driving pleasure of man and machine, like a finger, so that the fighter is like his own body, do all kinds of actions as he wants, fierce omnidirectional changes, let people's adrenaline secrete, Generate an alternative pleasure.

Just like a man who plays with a car and never touches an automatic car, only the driving feeling of manual transmission will make people fascinated.

More than ten minutes later, three J-10 landed at Jianqiao Military Airport in turn, Lin Mo not only saw the 83 Division's Qiang-5 model in the air, but also several J-7 Flying Leopards (JH-7) parked next to the runway, and a small number of J-10B, it seems that they are gradually replacing Flying Leopards, and also take the more flexible medium fighter J-10B to practice their hands, J-10 as a multi-purpose model is very suitable for transformation and teaching.

The three J-10s drove into the tarmac in turn, turned off the engine, locked the front wheels by the tractor of the ground crew, and dragged them into the hangar after the engine temperature completely cooled down.

Lin Mo jumped out of his plane, and saw the pilot of No. 09 and the No. 1 plane walking towards him together, and he didn't know each other, obviously planning to make Lin Mo a friend.

Seeing Lin Mo take off his helmet, the pilots of the No. 09 and the No. 09 aircraft widened their eyes, so young!

"Lieutenant Lin! How old are you?!" The slightly hoarse voice of Zheng Han, the No. 09 machine that Lin Mo was familiar with, made Lin Mo recognize it at once, needless to say, the one on the side must be Qin Ye who has a number.

"Hehe, I'm 24 years old!" Lin Mo smiled faintly, if he hadn't relied on the flying and combat experience of the Otherworldly Dragon Knight, with the help of gold coins, the fighter piloting skills had improved rapidly, otherwise his fighter flight time alone would be a bit unsightly compared to these old pilots.

The three of them said as they walked towards the personnel transport battery car, where they would be sent to the command headquarters while Lin Mo's fighter jets were towed into storage for proper maintenance.

"You're so young, you've got a few hours on the plane!" Zheng Han and Qin Ye glanced at each other, only 24 years old, even if it was a high school student selection, it should still be driving J-8 at this time, it is rare to jump to the J-10 stage, J-10 has stronger overload force and higher flexibility, and the pilot's driving skills and physical fitness requirements are also higher.

"About 300 hours!" Lin Mo said truthfully that this is equivalent to a pilot's resume, and it cannot be faked.

Hiss!~ Zheng Han and Qin Ye couldn't help but gasp, they could fly so many tactical moves in just 300 hours, and they could shoot down Zheng Han, not to mention this flying talent, just being able to support a variety of strong overload physique was enough to make people extremely red.

"Which unit are you from? That's amazing!" Zheng Han couldn't help but ask, losing to a pilot so much younger than him, to be honest, he is still a little unwilling now.

"I'm sorry, I need to follow the confidentiality rules." Lin Mo smiled, whether it is the "Dark Night" Special Service Brigade or the 7759 Brigade, they are highly confidential existences, and it is strictly forbidden to talk about them to unauthorized personnel.

"It's okay, it's okay!" The two pilots hurriedly waved their hands, thinking to themselves, sure enough! Unless there are special talents recruited in special places, how can it be possible to train such elite fighter pilots, and they also use actual combat to train soldiers, this guy has definitely seen blood.

Codename "Jianta". "Tower.

Xu Muhu, commander of the Air Force's 28th Strike Pilot Division, who had just arrived at the tower to watch the actual combat exercise record, looked at the airspace on the screen, and the three triangles were constantly changing positions, marking the aircraft number, combat altitude and maneuver tactics, synchronously playing back the dialogue voices of Lin Mo and others, and the airborne computer synchronously sent the flight data back to the tower, becoming the most precious exercise data.

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