One Thousand and Two Angry
Wes was really worried about his fuel, and he was indeed running out of fuel. Not only was he out of fuel, but his magical energy reserves were almost depleted.
If the magic energy is exhausted first, he can only restore the fighter to normal speed. That is to say, the speed of this new fighter after the mana is exhausted actually has no special enhancement.
Continue to barely accelerate, and the plane will disintegrate, which is no different from suicide.
It will be even more embarrassing when the fuel is exhausted, and Weiss will have to return to end the exercise at that time. In theory, his challenge can only be regarded as a loss...
He doesn't want to lose this exercise. Although he is not a competitive person, he just doesn't want to lose this exercise now!
In his heart, there is such an obsession, that is, he can't bury this super fighter, can't let its first appearance be dusted, and can't let it fail in its first battle!
Just when he was thinking about how to go back and give those fighter jets a fatal blow, his radar alarm sounded again.
The current speed of this super fighter has soared to nearly 5,000 kilometers per hour. It sprints forward and can fly close to 100 kilometers in a minute.
The speed of the F-14 fighter jets rushing towards him has also soared to more than twice the speed of sound, so the distance between them was shortened in an instant.
It was also the first time for Weiss to encounter such a head-on target. When his radar detected the opponent, he was already less than 200 kilometers away from the opponent.
Then, a few seconds later, his radar calculated the opponent's basic altitude and direction, and at this time the distance between them had already been shortened by a large amount.
After Wes heard that the other party's radar had locked him and the radar alarm sounded, the distance between them was enough to launch the AIM-120 missile.
"Aim at the target!" Wess aimed his nose at the oncoming target in the distance, and then gently pulled the red trigger on the joystick.
"Power on the electromagnetic cannon! Fire!" The computer helped him complete the following series of actions. After a short attack, Weiss gently pulled his joystick, allowing his plane to slightly change the elevation angle. rushed to each other.
"You've been shot down! You've been shot down!" Inside the Bobcat No. 3 fighter that was rushing towards it, the exercise referee's prompt came. The pilot of the fighter was confused and even forgot to adjust his flight trajectory.
His wingman has also been notified of the crash,
Also, they had just launched two AIM-120 over-the-horizon air-to-air missiles, and hadn't had time to do anything else.
"What's the matter? Our missiles didn't hit it, but its missiles could hit me?" On the Lynx 3 fighter jet, the pilot turned to look at his radar officer.
The radar officer spread his hands: "I don't know anything, we were locked on by the radar for 20 seconds just now... unless that plane has missiles at ten times the speed of sound!"
"I think we must have been tricked by the referee team!" The driver of Bobcat 3 sat up straight again and looked forward.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure rushed over his cockpit. He didn't even see clearly what was rushing over.
The huge noise made him hear clearly through the earphones, and the turbulent air flow swayed the F-14 fighter he was driving, making the large fighter float up and down for a long time before he stabilized his figure. .
"What was that just now?" The voice of the driver who finally came to his senses was full of fear and panic.
"I... didn't see clearly..." The radar officer also saw the black figure and heard the deafening noise.
"That damn bastard almost hit me!" The pilot of the wingman yelled after being frightened: "He is only 200 meters away from me at most! Bastard! Bastard!"
"The plane rushed over just now! The AIM-120 missile was thrown away by him! At least that's what the referee said." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter finally figured out everything at this time.
What they just saw was the monster that could turn at four times the speed of sound. The opponent flew over their heads like a provocation, and "shot down" both of their planes by the way.
It was originally a head-on outflank, and they were already ready to attack. But everything came too suddenly, and they decided the winner within two minutes. Unfortunately, they were not the winners.
"We failed!" The fighter pilot of Bobcat 4 reported the judgment of being shot down in frustration on the channel.
"It passed us by, and we can't see it now." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter jet took off his oxygen mask, looked down at the clouds in the distance, and said unwillingly.
It's a pity that no one in the public channel cares about them who have been shot down. Just now, Weiss circled nearly 100 kilometers in one minute, found an opportunity, and sent the four returning F-16 fighters out of the game in one breath.
Because it was a tail-biting attack, the opponent didn't even notice his existence, so he was "shot down" easily.
From the beginning of the battle to the present, the imaginary enemy squadron has lost about one-third of its strength. While morale plummeted, ammunition was also rapidly consumed.
Most of the fighters shot down were shot down with full ammunition. This further accelerated the decay of the combat effectiveness of the imaginary enemy squadron.
However, during the entire battle, the imaginary enemy squadron has almost figured out the powerful performance of the fighter jet driven by Weiss.
The mood of underestimating the enemy no longer existed, and all pilots became cautious, which caused Wes to lose many good attack opportunities.
Just when Weiss returned to the battle circle again and shot down two F-14 fighter jets in one breath, the two F-16 fighter jets that barely accelerated to supersonic speed and had just reached the edge of the battle circle collided with him. A full bosom.
Both parties were taken aback by each other, and even threatened to collide. After all, everyone's speed is very fast, and the F-16 fighter jets can't even make evasive actions because they are too fast.
The moment Weiss avoided the route, the F-16 fighter jet, which originally only carried close combat missiles, decisively launched two Sidewinder missiles in the face of a fleeting opportunity.
Four training bombs left the wing of the F-16 fighter jet, and at the same time the simulated attack on the computer realized that these missiles had a high probability of hitting the super fighter jet driven by Weiss in the climb.
Wes was also very nervous, because it was the first time he heard such a dense beep from the infrared alarm. This shows that an infrared guided warhead has locked him, and it is at an extremely short distance.
Just now he passed by the F-16 fighter jets. Obviously, these missiles were launched by the two F-16 fighter jets that should not be at this altitude or appear here.
Because he has been doing high-gauge maneuvers, Weiss's nose radar cannot always receive his own radar beam signal. Therefore, Weiss's radar detection ability is actually intermittent.
This is also a kind of helplessness because of its good maneuverability and too fast speed-unless he keeps flying in a straight line, he is likely to throw off the returning radar beam due to overload maneuvers, and then lose the target he locked or detected.
So the fact that Wes didn't spot the two F-16s that happened to stray into his flight path gave them a chance to fire.
It was too late to say it, and Wes had already heard the beeps of his infrared receiver warning device, which formed a long beep.
This shows that those infrared-guided Sidewinder missiles are about to enter the effective attack distance of the explosion fragments.
In an instant, Weiss pulled the joystick, adjusted the direction of the tail nozzle, and made a movement of continuing to pull up. At the same time, the moment it avoided his original route, a series of infrared decoys were ejected from the abdomen of this super fighter.
Because of the high speed, it was as if the super fighter had exploded in the air, and the decoys scattered in all directions, extremely gorgeous.
Wes felt the strong vibration from the fuselage of his own plane, and because of the huge overload, he also felt his internal organs stuck to his back.
On the other side, the pilot of the F-16 fighter who felt that he had successfully attacked heard the conclusion given by the referee in the headset: "The other party threw off your infrared combat missile..."
There was an uproar on the radio, and everyone felt that the exercise was too unfair. They thought they were an invincible iron army, but the opponent was a monster beyond the scope of common sense judgment!
"Continue to intercept it! I'd like to see! How long can the driver... hold on to this high-intensity overload maneuver!" Grabbing the intercom, the colonel commander was already a little bit impatient.
Half of his troops had been tortured and killed, and the rest had already lost half of their ammunition. In this state, victory was almost a luxury.
Even if the other party returned due to lack of fuel, and their imaginary enemy squadron barely won the exercise, it would not make them feel proud—from the founding of the Airland Hill Imperial Air Force to the present, there has not been a self-destructing of more than a dozen aircraft The plane, and let the enemy get away and return to defeat!
In the worst times, the interception of Vivienne did not lose so many planes. Although the interception of the giant puppet of the Puppet Empire lost a lot of planes, the other party was not able to retreat completely, right?
Now, the colonel commander of the imaginary enemy squadron doesn't want to win this exercise anymore, he wants to shoot down this target! Even if the entire army is wiped out, he will shoot down the opponent! He was really angry and became "killing".
In the sky, the roar of the engine is still one after another. A series of white flight tracks criss-crossed, some were fading away, and some were still extending forward.
Wes glanced at his fuel gauge, then at his remaining ammunition, pushed the joystick, and started a new round of dive...
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Long Ling has been a little busy these two days, so I won't make up for it.