Six Hundred and Seventy-Four Dragon and Cat

F-14 Tomcat fighter pilots in the sky can be said to be very safe, and they don't have to worry about otherworldly air in their cockpit. They wore heavy helmet sights, oxygen masks and intercom systems on their faces.

These fighters can fly more than twice the speed of sound when necessary, and not just any demon can catch up.

Therefore, as long as they retreat with determination, they are often safe and will not be shot down. Including F-15 fighter jets, F-16, F-18 and F-14 fighter pilots, from the beginning of the war so far, the number of actual deaths is really tiny.

"The radar interference is very serious, and I have no way to confirm the target." Sitting in the co-pilot's position, the weapon operator looked at the radar screen, looking for suspicious targets in this sea area.

Their fighter radar can only scan the air, after all the F-14 Tomcat is not a multi-role sea attack fighter.

Attack missions on the sea are generally carried out by F/A-18 fighter jets. The multi-purpose radar they carry and the light anti-ship missiles they are equipped with are the main means of sea attack.

"I bet there's no more enemies in the sky." The pilot steered the plane through cloud heights, with a deafening roar from two huge engines.

In the cockpit, they couldn't actually hear the full sound of the engine, they could only feel the turbulence of the airflow and some of the noise. After all, a good working environment has always been the guarantee that pilots can perform tasks for a long time, so the engineers of Airland Hill have made extensive improvements to the noise and other issues in the cockpit.

Because of the magic in this world, many details that needed to be solved with weight in the past can now be solved with magic, so similar improvements have made Alan Hill's fighter jets more powerful.

"Leader! Captain! I saw a strange target on my radar! It's just 20 kilometers southwest of us..." The confirmation voice of the wingman came from the headset, the radar weapon operator behind the lead pilot After hearing this, I could not help but carefully distinguish my own radar.

"This is indeed a suspicious light spot... It may be interference, or it may be a large enough dragon!" After the radar operator carefully looked at the radar screen, he said, "This damn electromagnetic radiation... When can you calm down?"

"Probably within the next two days!" The pilot turned his course, and then looked at the somewhat disordered direction instrument: "We must reserve more fuel, otherwise, when we go back, it may be due to electromagnetic interference. Missing the aircraft carrier."

"The 3rd Formation of the 25th Squadron,

Go to patrol suspicious targets! After the pilot reported a sentence on the intercom, he gently pushed his joystick and let his fighter slanted and flew towards the target.

The wingman behind the F-14 Tomcat fighter also tilted his fuselage almost at the same time, and the two planes swept through the clouds gracefully one after the other.

"The radar interference is still very serious... It's a waste of time and energy for us to search for the target with our eyes." The weapon operator in the back row continued to complain, staring at the sometimes absent clouds.

They could have used radar to accurately find the target, but now because of the electromagnetic interference caused by the nuclear bomb, they can only use their own eyes to find the enemy, which is depressing.

If it was placed in the past, at this distance, they could already fire at those demon air targets that could not see the Alan Hill fighters at all.

"I didn't see any targets!" A distance of twenty kilometers was nothing for the F-14 fighters, and soon they came to the area where they might have found the target. But there are only some clouds here, and there is no expected demon air force.

The two planes began to descend a little bit, until they fell below the clouds, and they did not find the expected target.

However, they found the wreckage of the Demon Force attacked by the F/A-18 multi-role fighter on the sea. There were some fragments of the battleship floating on the sea, most of which were broken decks.

Traces of the leaked energy fluid can still be seen faintly. The waves slapped some small boats, and there were empty demons who had not escaped. I think because of the explosion of fuel, no demons had a chance to climb on the new equipment that was ready to save lives.

It's not that the devil's navy didn't think of some ways to save themselves. They also realized that their warships were very fragile and easily exploded. So they also prepared some escape equipment for their warships, and lifeboats are one of them.

It's a pity that because the explosion was too fast, many times the officers and soldiers of the Demon Navy didn't have time to put down these small lifeboats, and even the people and the boat were bombed to the sky.

"It seems that they have not been able to escape the search of the attack aircraft..." The weapon operator on the co-pilot also said with emotion when he saw the sea that looked a little desolate.

"Wait...there is a reaction on the radar." When the operator retracted his gaze, he inadvertently saw a large target clearly appearing on his radar screen: "It's nearby! Adjust the height. ! Adjust the height!"

Almost subconsciously, the pilot slammed the lever, and the F-14 Tomcat immediately accelerated into a dive.

In another Tomcat fighter jet following this fighter jet, the pilot jerked his joystick while loudly reminding his leader: "Dragon! Dragon! It's right behind you! Hell! !"

"It's diving! It's going very fast!" The operator on the co-pilot twisted his head, trying to find the black monster chasing him behind him, but he could only see a sturdy swaying line Black tails, and some scary dragon body parts covered in scales.

"Sit down!" The driver pushed the booster lever, and the feeling of pushing his back instantly made him lean against his ejection seat. While manipulating his plane to accelerate, he snapped the control stick, causing the plane to quickly roll to one side.

Sure enough, the moment the F-14 Tomcat staggered its original flight trajectory, the black flames spurted by the dragon behind it ignited the sky where the F-14 fighter was originally located.

"Goodbye!" The driver who escaped the fatal blow knew that with the speed of the dragon, it was impossible to perform a second attack. He calmly drove his plane around a large radius turn, and then saw the black dragon that had lost its altitude potential energy and spread its fleshy wings to climb.