A Thousand People Fuck a Rocket
"Bobcat 1 and Bobcat 2 have been shot down! Keep in formation! Keep in formation! Bobcat 3! Bobcat 4! Extend to the right!" The colonel of the imaginary enemy squadron sat in the early warning aircraft and commanded and dispatched all the forces under his command.
"Lynx 3 understands!" "Lynx 4 understands!" The two F-14 fighters immediately broke away from the entire fighter formation after gaining knowledge.
After hearing the answers from the pilots of the two F-14 fighter jets, the colonel commander of the imaginary enemy squadron commanding this exercise has already begun to worry about whether he can win.
Theoretically, the opponent's only chance of winning should be to surprise the AWACS where he was, and succeed in one blow, causing chaos.
So he placed 4 F-15 fighter jets in his base camp to escort his early warning aircraft.
At this moment, the four F-15 Eagle fighter jets hovered around the E-3 early warning aircraft, closely monitoring the entire battlefield.
But the opponent rushed over and killed the two F-14 fighter jets he had deployed on the edge of the battlefield, which was obviously not in line with common sense.
You know, he didn't deploy troops casually: the various fighter jets in the imaginary enemy squadron all have their own unique advantages.
For example, the F-14 fighter jet, after improvement, is often deployed on the periphery as a reconnaissance and early warning unit because of its high radar power, fast speed and long range.
The F-16 fighter is generally responsible for filling the gaps on the battlefield, taking advantage of its low-speed maneuverability, fighting with the enemy to delay time, and buying time for its own main force.
The F-15 fighter jets rely on balance and excellent comprehensive performance. They join the battle as the main force, and when the enemy is already exhausted, they can decide the outcome with one blow.
As a result, the F-14 fighter jets patrolling outside were killed by the opponent in one encounter, and the information passed back was very limited, which made Mr. Colonel a little anxious.
He knew that the opponent's speed was very fast, which had disrupted his combat deployment. You know, with the 30 Dragon Knights and F-16 fighter jets in his hand, there is almost no way to participate in the high-speed combat environment.
This is equivalent to saying that the only fighters he can use now are F-14 and F-15, a total of 18 fighter jets!
The F-16 must be allowed to play its biggest role. At this time, it is no longer possible to think about bullying more and winning less. He must make good use of his own numerical advantage and entangle the opponent first as much as possible!
Thinking of this, he grabbed the communicator,
Loudly ordered: "All F-16 fighter jets, disperse according to the No. 3 plan! After finding the enemy, immediately descend the altitude!"
"Poison No. 1 understands!" "Poison No. 2 understands!" In the headset, there was a response, and the F-16 fighter unit code-named Poison began to execute the order.
At the same time, the colonel continued to order: "F-15 troops, patrol at an altitude of 8,000 meters! If the opponent does not lower the altitude, do not pursue! Do not pursue!"
He does not intend to let his troops enter the field where the enemy is good at. Although the F-15 fighter jets are also capable of high-altitude and high-speed combat, it is obviously an unwise decision to barely enter 20,000 meters.
At this moment, it may be more appropriate to let the troops fight at the altitude they are good at and lure the enemy into their own traps.
After hearing his order, the pilots of the F-15 fighter unit code-named Hunter also began to respond in an orderly manner: "Hunter 1 understands!" "Hunter 2 understands!"
On the radar screen, the light spot representing the signal of the F-16 fighter jet began to spread out, but then things began to spin out of control.
The anxious voice of the pilot of the F-15 fighter force suddenly sounded in the headset of a dispatch commander on the early warning aircraft: "Hunter 6 found the target! The other party has locked me! Its speed is too fast! I saw it! Then What is it? What is that?"
"The radar has detected an enemy target at a speed of Mach 3...it is approaching! The target is approaching!" The radar operator on the early warning aircraft shouted in surprise.
"The opponent's altitude is dropping rapidly! It's approaching the hunter team! It's attacking the hunter team!" Another operator also shouted.
The opponent's speed was so fast that it crossed the radar screen like a meteor. Before anyone could respond, the light spots on the radar had been mixed with friendly signals.
"Is that a missile launched by the enemy? The speed is already close to Mach 4!" A dispatcher turned around and asked the colonel commander who looked at him.
"Probably not!" The colonel grabbed the communicator and ordered loudly: "The enemy is approaching! The enemy is approaching! Get ready to fight! Get ready to fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a pilot yelling in his own communication channel: "Hunter 6, don't get excited! Slow down! Dodge! Dodge! Damn it! It's coming! Hunter 3, Hunter 4 cover Me! Cover me!"
"Hunter 6 was shot down! That thing rushed over! It rushed over! I can't see it! Confirm its location!" The pilot of Hunter 5 shouted excitedly, as if venting his emotions.
Another pilot read nervously, as if looking for that dangerous target: "The radar shows an altitude... 2,000 meters! Where is it? Where is it?"
It is a pity that his search was fruitless, and the opponent seemed to have disappeared. After shooting down an F-15, he suddenly disappeared on the battlefield.
"It's flying close to the ground! Ultra-low altitude! The speed is extremely fast!" The pilot of Hunter 1 found the damn target on the radar: "My God! It still has a speed of more than Mach 1!"
"We have an altitude advantage! Intercept it! Intercept it!" The pilots of several F-15 fighter jets were very excited when they saw that the opponent seemed to overshoot and lost their altitude advantage.
But soon they discovered that when they turned and locked the other party with the nose radar, the other party had already started to climb rapidly at a speed they could not believe in the distance.
What kind of speed is that? That's a climb faster than the dive speed of an F-15 fighter jet! Seeing the vague target soaring up like a rocket in front of their eyes, everyone's eyes widened.
What made people even more desperate was that when they locked on to the target and were about to fire, the target that was climbing straight up unexpectedly turned at a right angle strangely, throwing off the lock of the fire control radar.
A pilot of an F-15 fighter jet looked at the data displayed on his helmet sight and asked in disbelief: "That guy can turn at more than twice the speed of sound! Is the pilot in the plane made of iron?"
He felt that the damned enemy target was as flexible as a giant dragon! yes! A dragon! And it's a giant dragon with dozens of times the flying speed!
"Damn it! If I do this, the vomiting of blood will be light! Then there must be no people in the aircraft! It's a monster!" Another F-15 fighter pilot complained.
"Shut up! Hunter 3 locked on the target! Missile launch! Missile launch!" Two F-15 fighter jets with afterburner barely kept up with the target, and they launched missiles in the air.
On the periphery of the battlefield, the pilots of two F-16 fighter jets glanced at their altimeters, and they rushed towards the battlefield at an altitude of about 10,000 meters.
On the turbulent plane, the two pilots pushed the booster lever to the most forward position. The engines of the two F-16 fighter jets began to work crazily, and the long tail flames left clear traces at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Almost thirty seconds later, white airflow rings appeared on the fuselages of the two F-16 fighter jets, followed by the sound of a sonic boom.
This is almost the limit of the speed of the F-16 fighter jet, and it will not last long if it wants to maintain this state.
To be honest, the F-16 fighter jet was not originally designed for supersonic air combat. It is a cheap multi-purpose fighter and attack aircraft. It is absolutely difficult for it to participate in air combat of this intensity.
At the same time, on the frontal battlefield, the pilot of an F-15 fighter finally found an opportunity and pressed the red button on his joystick: "Hunter 4 missile launch!"
"Hunter 1 missile launched!" At the other end, the lead pilot of the two F-15 fighter jets who found a cut corner and took a shortcut to catch up with the target also launched an attack at the same time.
His wingman pilot did not let go of such a rare opportunity, and pressed the button to launch the missile almost at the same time: "Hunter 2 locks on the target! Launch the missile!"
Then, under the expectant eyes of everyone, all the "missiles" they fired were shown as misses...
And then, after seeing the penalty, there was a desperate shout in the communication channel: "It avoided it! It can throw off the missile! Damn it!"
And in everyone's desperate eyes, that terrifying flying monster actually went back and forth. After throwing away several Sidewinder combat missiles, it returned to the F-15 fleet at a very strange angle.
Then, a pilot of an F-15 fighter jet reminded his comrades loudly: "Hover! Hover! Get rid of it! Get rid of him!"
At this time, his voice was full of fear, because although he was an old ace pilot, he had never seen such a disparity.
Soon, a frustrated voice came from the chaotic channel: "I saw Hunter 6 shot down! That monster returned to the clouds!"
"It threw off 4 Sidewinder missiles... what can I say? Have you ever seen a plane go faster than a dogfighting missile?" Another pilot felt like he was having a nightmare.
The pilot of the imaginary enemy squadron, who watched the monster fly away at a speed exceeding the missile's flight and lost two F-15 fighter jets in the blink of an eye, asked blankly, "Didn't they find a rocket to pretend to be an airplane?"
"Just kidding...give you a rocket, can you fly out of this state?" Even the colonel commander who was sitting in the early warning aircraft holding the communicator couldn't hold back, and he couldn't laugh or cry.
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Before I know it, this book has already reached 1000 chapters, let me have a little fun.