"What's going on?"

Omar has experienced all kinds of accidents for the sudden change, and he can't help but show a stunned expression.

What exactly happened.

A J-6 was blown up on the spot by a volley without warning.

Before the three members of the 5th reconnaissance team could react, the thunderous roar of the J-6 engine before it completely overwhelmed their hearing, and they even became deaf for a while.

A dark gray jet fighter jet burst out of the left side of the mountainside behind them, almost pressing their scalps into the sky, and a gust of wind swept up the mountainside.

The twin engines roared like a continuous explosion and the violent air currents shook the hearts of all members of the 5th reconnaissance team, and the blood and qi were surging and staggering.

"F-22 Section 519 - Top Secret Flight! It's the F-22, the Americans!" Hafar pointed to the sky and screamed.

Larry, who was next to him, almost shook his hand and launched the "Stinger" missile on his shoulder, and then he shouted in a lost voice, "'Raptor'! Americans!"

"It's a raptor, how is it possible, how can it be American, no, it's not true."

As an Afghan, Omar is naturally very familiar with the F-22, which is stationed at Bagram Air Base in Parwan Province in eastern Afghanistan.

Since the deployment of the Hongqi-15 long-range air defense missile system in the western part of China, it is difficult to see the F-22 "Raptor" in the four northern provinces of Afghanistan with a strike radius of 90 kilometers.

However, Omar witnessed an F-22 "Raptor" that came out of nowhere, and actually shot down a J-6.

It's unbelievable, Americans are full of food, and come out of the dog to meddle with rats?

No matter how big the face of the Dragoon consortium is, it is impossible to say that the US military in Afghanistan will send F-22 "Raptors" to help.

5th Reconnaissance Team EveryoneChapter 519 - Top Secret Flight - As if in a dream -

In the sky. But it's a different story.

"Zok! Zorke! Damn, what the hell is going on. ”

Bell steered the J-6 despite engine wear and overheating. Desperately increase the output of the throttle valve. The J-6 suddenly broke through the sound barrier with a terrible howling sound.

Just now, fifty meters away from the horizontal distance, the J-6 piloted by Zock suddenly exploded for some reason, startling Bell.

But he soon saw the trail of the missile. There was also a jet fighter that pounced at a blazing high speed.

"O my God! That's not true!"

He was stunned on the spot, and lost his soul for only a second or two. Immediately came back to his senses, and without hesitation, he turned the nose of the plane and prepared to launch a counterattack.

Escape?

This is a completely false proposition.

Can the antique J-6 do it over the F-22 Raptor? Don't even think about it.

The speed alone can't be shaken off, and the obvious result is that it is teased like the J-6 teasing the "Super Tucano" that day.

Hunting geese all day long. Finally taught the goose to peck his eyes. Retribution is unpleasant.

However, no matter how Bell operated, there was still no response on the radar screen, and even the fire control system did not have a half-point lock prompt.

When the missile was fired just now, the on-board electronic system did not even react at all.

The other party is a stealth fighter, and the generation difference with leading technology is more than one generation, and it is completely invisible on the J-6 radar.

Scrapped from Albania in exchange for scrap. The refurbished PL-1 short-range air-to-air missile does not even have the qualifications to lock onto the other side.

The killer weapon used by the Chinese people to deal with the F-22 "Raptor" must at least start with the PL-12 medium-range air-to-air missile.

His old antique helicopter under the wing of the J-6 and bullying the slow-flying propeller fighter was okay. How could it be possible in the face of that F-22 "Raptor" that came out of nowhere.

Compared with Zok, who was killed without a sound on the spot, Bell didn't even dare to have the idea of escaping, so he could only rely on the poor flexibility of the J-6 to fight for a chance to eject himself.

The only thing that could be used was the cannon, but the other party seemed to have eyes all over his body, and Bell couldn't get the nose to aim at the other party for an extra second.

And it only has a 30-millimeter cannon bullet with an initial velocity of 780 meters per second, and it can't even catch up with the opponent's supersonic cruise at a long distance.

After all, the trial is inevitable.

With the pilot's keen eyesight, Bell was able to clearly identify the U.S./military emblems on the opposing fuselage.

The difference in strength is so huge that even not long after J-6 chased after the other party, a flash of fire under the wing of the opponent's aircraft, a missile broke away, burst out of the flame tail and shot straight out, quickly circled from the other direction, and quickly found Bell's J-6.

"Damn! Omnidirectional Fighting Bullet!"

Bell's face was miserable, the other party didn't even aim the nose at him, but he was included in the opponent's omnidirectional missile attack envelope.

There is no way to fight back, and he is locked by the opponent with such a dashing attack.

Without hesitation, Bell reached for the J-6's catapult switch.

Nothing happens!

Pull again!

There was still no response, as if the ejection mechanism had failed, and it turned into a raw and cold piece of iron.

The omnidirectional air-to-air missiles that had already pounced on them seemed to be smiling hideously and laughing at their own stupidity.

"Jetin! I curse you in the name of God"

Bell's last desperate cry was swallowed up by a violent explosion.

A large J-6 fireball appeared in the sky again.

Lin Mo piloted the "Red Eagle" to fly half a circle around the exploding fireball, turning his head to the south.

Dealing with two scum-like J-6s, he didn't even have the interest of doing a few more tactical maneuvers, and the two missiles directly and neatly cut each other down.

"It's gone!"

Omar and his men ducked behind a large rock and poked their heads out into the sky.

The battle process that I witnessed with my own eyes didn't even exceed fifteen seconds from beginning to end, and it was over.

Sure enough, it is the best fighter in the world, and it is like playing against two J-6s.

The J-6, which was as weak as two babies, didn't even have the strength to fight back, and was easily exploded by a volley.

The energy of the CEO is so great that Omar is shocked by the power of the Dragoon consortium that even the F-22 can be brought to help. It seems that it is completely worth it to work hard for it.

Just like many people mistake the J-6 for the MiG-19. Lin Mo succeeded in making everyone who saw the J-18 take it for an F-22.

After all, the J-18 "Red Eagle" and the F-22 "Raptor" are extremely similar. Even when he took the new tender "tabby cat", Lin Mo deliberately misled the deer as a horse and said that his car was an F-22 "Raptor" and "tabby cat", and he thought it was real, and was frightened for a while.

"Boss. Do we want to report? ”

Larry said tremblingly, dragging the Stinger launcher.

"Of course!" Omar nodded, and hurriedly used the satellite phone in his hand to report that two J-6s were shot down by unknown fighters.

Sure enough, it didn't happen. HQ simply started with a "I got it!" As a reply, presumably today's sudden air battle was expected by the upper echelons.

Floating in the cockpit was an array of light mirrors that enveloped the entire cockpit canopy.

The "Red Eagle" could only take the guise of an American fighter and make a detour to the south, and neither the roar of the engines nor the wake of the high altitude could hide it.

It's easy to come out. It's hard to go back.

Flying a fighter of this class of the J-18 "Red Eagle" out of the border is already very risky. If the pilot was not a pilot of Lin Mo's level, the superiors would never approve of this plan.

I am afraid that Lin Mo is the first pilot in China to fly the top fighter jet out of the country to carry out combat missions.

After all, the "Red Eagle" can only achieve high-efficiency radar invisibility, but not optical invisibility, as long as you take a high-powered telescope, you can easily see it.

"Oh! See two F-22 'Raptors'!" Linmer's voice was confined to the cockpit, and equipment such as radio and radar were all electronically silent.

Two F-22 "Raptors" appeared on the array of light mirrors and were flying in this direction. Apparently the two explosions alarmed the US military in Afghanistan, whether it was a satellite or any other piece of equipment. will be aware of the high-energy reaction and shock wave generated by the explosion.

The four northern provinces controlled by the Dragoon consortium are closer to Kabul Province, where the capital is located, and Bagram Air Base, the US military base, is located in Parwan Province, which is next to Kabul.

After estimating the distance between the two sides, it was still outside the scanning radius of the main radar on board, but it was almost touched.

Lin Mo pushed the joystick to continue descending in height and turned his head to the west.

If you fly another five or six hundred kilometers to the east, you can safely and directly reach Pakistan, but that would be too blatant.

The whole world knows about the relationship between Pakistan and the Chinese people, and it is the only country in the world that has written its relations with China into its laws and in primary school textbooks, which is almost imprinted to the bones.

As a top-secret flight combat mission, of course, it is impossible to lead the water to the east and harm its allies.

In accordance with the steps of the detachment in the action plan, Lin Mo piloted the "Red Hawk" to fly at an ultra-low altitude, and took advantage of the terrain to cover it, and chose to maneuver from the west at an ultra-low altitude to break away from the alarmed US fighters.

The combat mission attracted the attention of Bagram Air Force Base, which was completely expected, and Lin Mo also maintained a fairly calm and did not plan to run to fight the two F-22 "Raptors" without a head.

The time, place, and people are not appropriate.

Not long after the "Red Hawk" left, the two F-22 "Raptors" rushed to the air combat area, and from the sky they could only see countless pieces of metal scattered on the ground, as well as the wreckage of the main body of the fighter that still emitted thick smoke, and there were no traces of the pilot after ejection and escape on the ground.

After circling for a while, the two "Raptors" found nothing, and were about to return home, but as soon as they turned halfway through the nose, they seemed to smell something again, continued to turn around again, and flew in formation towards the west!!.