"Damn, where the hell are those Frenchmen?"

The major looked at the unresponsive radar display screen in front of him, and before he could say anything, the wingman who was in a hurry to fight on the side had already begun to call.

"Don't worry, we'll catch them!"

The major smiled helplessly, his wingman was good at everything, but he was too anxious, but he didn't plan to change it, after all, who didn't come over like this!

At this moment they had been flying for almost forty minutes, and about two-thirds of the fuel was still available, but they had nothing to gain from the French.

The Major estimated the distance, and if they could not find their target, they would have to return in about twenty minutes, or they would fall into the mud halfway because they had no fuel.

The Libyan Air Force does not have such advanced equipment as air tankers, which are not only expensive, but also require higher technical requirements for pilots, not only for fighter pilots, but also for pilots of tankers.

The major who had a headache silently took out a chocolate candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, don't expect to be able to eat four dishes and one soup in the sky, the fighter plane has a small space, and it can't bring anything to eat, so you can only rely on candy to replenish energy, but the crew of the transport plane can eat something good, because they have more space, and some transport planes even have their own microwave oven, which can allow the crew to heat meals.

While munching on chocolate candy, the Major began to ask for instructions on the radio.

Since the French could not be searched for at the moment, the major suspected that the other party had turned in a southeasterly direction, because the southeast was a desert area, where there were sparse populations and fighter movements were more secretive, so the French planes might return from that direction.

The command quickly approved the major's request, in fact, they did not expect the major to make a difference, the gap between the two sides is still quite large, although in the previous air battles both sides have been damaged, but in general, the French and Libyans still have a large exchange ratio, but the fighters of the seventies are advancing by leaps and bounds in the eighties, and the gap between the two sides has also widened.

The reason why the major was sent out was just to give an explanation to the above, telling them that the fighters were dispatched to do as hard as possible, instead of squatting at home as a shrunken turtle.

But the major didn't mean that, his idea was that if he couldn't see it, forget it, but if he saw it, then he would definitely have to fight, it had nothing to do with the camp, but the determination that the pilot should have.

The Major then turned to his six o'clock with his wingman again, but the altitude did not drop, and the higher altitude not only gave them a vision advantage, but also gave them an energy advantage in aerial combat.

This energy mainly refers to the sum of the kinetic energy and potential energy of the aircraft. Kinetic energy is determined by the speed at which the aircraft is flying, whereas potential energy is determined by the altitude at which the aircraft is flying. Kinetic energy and potential energy can be converted into each other but it takes a certain amount of time and there is a loss.

Superior energies can gain a favorable angle and speed more quickly to approach the opponent more effectively, while disadvantaged energies may require maneuvers in a passive situation, which consumes a lot of energy, resulting in a decrease in speed and reduced air flow in the wings, making it more difficult to perform various maneuvers. Therefore, it is very necessary for pilots, especially those who believe in energy tactics, to have plenty of energy!

After entering the desert, the major still found nothing, and seeing that the oil reserves were about to reach the warning line, the major finally decided to give up.

"Machete Two, we ........."

Before the major could finish his return words, he heard the cheerful shouts of the wingman.

The latter seemed too surprised to bother to call the code name of the major, and directly called out his official position on the radio.

"Major, I see them!"

"What?"

"The French plane, just around nine o'clock! Down there!"

Hearing this, the major turned his head, and after carefully scanning the scenery in his field of vision several times, he finally saw two French Phantom fighters, about seven or eight kilometers between them and the major, plus the paintwork, the major could only see two extremely blurry shadows passing quickly.

They were at an altitude of about three thousand meters at the moment

, flying in a southeasterly direction, it was supposed to return to the military base on the territory of Chad.

"How's it going, Major?"

"Okay, let's go!"

Although the oil is almost to the red line, there is a reason not to eat the meat in the mouth, and if it goes well, the MiG-21 only needs one dive to easily kill the two Frenchmen.

The two MiGs then turned to their nine and began to make a shallow dive, but just as they began to dive, the French began to climb as if they were aware of it.

As the major turned to nine, the Frenchman's phantom began to climb and maneuver towards his three, thus bringing the two sides into a parallel direction, which, to put it more precisely, was circling in a figure-eight circle.

"These guys know we're here?"

The wingman asked.

"It's okay to know, just kill them!"

The major didn't think much about it, but directly turned on the afterburner, trying to make the MiG complete the turn, and then cut in from the opponent's nine-point direction and started a fight with the opponent.

As long as the opponent's tail is bitten, then the R60 missiles mounted on the MiG fighter can kill the opponent.

But the Frenchman on the other side is also a veteran, and he and MiG continue to circle around, constantly consuming the energy accumulated by MiG.

The two sides chased from a height of 5,005 to a height of 3,000, and the major never completely bit the opponent's six points, and even once the major put the latter into the aiming aperture, and only needed to warm up the missile to complete the launch, but the latter threw him away again.

"Damn, we're running out of gas!"

"Don't care about consumption, it's better to run out of fuel and jump than to be shot down by the enemy!"

Although he was anxious, the movements in the major's hands were still orderly, and even he bit his target again unhurriedly, and this time, the latter seemed to be unable to shake him off, seeing that the aperture was about to be set on the opponent's plane again, suddenly, the RR radar alarm of the major's plane sounded.

"What?"

The major glanced up at the rearview mirror, and saw that two Phantom fighters suddenly appeared again in the sky where there was nothing just now, and unlike the former with empty wings, under the wings of these two Phantoms, there were Magic air-to-air missiles mounted!

"It's a trap!"

The major suddenly realized, no wonder the two phantoms were not in a hurry to escape, it turned out that they were waiting for their teammates!

"Machete One, I'm locked!"

Just then, the radio rang out with the wingman's voice.