Six Hundred and Seventy-Five Is Really Handsome

"Huh! Huh!" The wingman who had just climbed in a staggered position was not polite. Two Sidewinder close combat missiles blasted out from the outermost multi-mounted pylon under the fuselage of the F-14 fighter, with a dazzling 's tail, rushing towards the huge target.

Because of the presence of helmet sights, the two missiles drew a graceful arc in the sky, and then aimed at the black behemoth that had lost its speed.

But that magic dragon is obviously also experienced in combat. Although it lacks speed, it takes advantage of its flexibility.

I saw it twisted its huge head, aimed in the direction of the missile's attack, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out a powerful black flame.

This is also a new opportunity for the magic dragon to get rid of the missile lock. Their flames can induce the failure of the infrared-guided fighting missiles, and it is also possible to destroy the incoming missiles and achieve their own combat purpose.

However, this tactic requires skill, and it is not always effective, so there is no large-scale reversal on the battlefield.

"Huh!" The black flames that spread all over the sky are also very spectacular. The two fighting missiles were drowned in the flames and disappeared in an instant.

In the next instant, a Sidewinder fighting missile exploded in the black flames, making the black flames a bit more fiery red in an instant.

The other Sidewinder missile also exploded ahead of time, and only part of the shrapnel penetrated the magic defense barrier on the front of the dragon, and was embedded in the dragon's thick armor.

The slightly injured giant dragon screamed, flapping its fleshy wings and clumsily rushing towards the wingman who was turning and continuing to attack not far away.

But behind it, the lead pilot, who had already accelerated and got rid of it, had already used his helmet sight to lock on this huge monster that looked like two ordinary dragons.

"Card!" He opened the missile launch button on his joystick. The self-check before the missile was launched has also been completed by the computer. On the pilot's helmet sight, the green indicator light began to flash.

The locked light spot was placed on the huge black body, and the pilot subconsciously pressed the attack button to fire.

"Huh!" A Sidewinder close-range combat missile broke away from the pylon, spewed a dazzling tail flame, and charged towards the dragon with a white smoke.

"Huh!" After a pause of less than a second, the second missile also broke free from the shackles of the missile pylon under the fuselage and rushed towards the target.

Two white smoke trails flew towards the target one after the other, like lightning blasting in the sky. The dragon's two fists were invincible to four hands, and the two missiles hit him firmly behind him.

On the sea in the distance, on the deck of an inconspicuous demon battleship, Aresia looked up at this extraordinary aerial battle.

The mechanical beauty of the Airland Hill Air Force left a deep impression on her. The kind of picture that every acceleration is accompanied by thunder, and every turn is like running thunder, which is the feeling she likes.

"Your Majesty, do you want us to take action..." A demon general asked, holding the long sword around his waist, unable to resist.

In his opinion, if a few demon generals shot together and shot down these two damn human fighters, it would still be something that could be done.

"No need." Aresia waved her hand: "That will only provoke more enemies. There is a very efficient means of communication between them, the enemy will instantly judge our combat effectiveness, and then make more difficult enemies. Come find us."

"But if that demon dragon is shot down...they will come and attack us..." Another demon general whispered and persuaded: "Whether we take action or not, they will kill us."

"Then wait for them to kill them." Aresia smiled: "Anyway, the ship sank, so it's not impossible for us to fly back."

She raised her head and looked at the dragon that was blown up by the missile and fell from the sky, and said, "These planes are different from the planes that attacked our fleet before, so I bet they won't attack us."

Above the sky, the leader who saw the dragon falling still did not relax his vigilance. After making a circle in the sky, the F-14 fighter, as if venting his hatred, turned to the one who had only the strength left to struggle. Dragon, fired a fighting missile.

The missile exploded at close range, forming countless pieces of shrapnel that almost shattered one of the dragon's wings.

It was finally unable to support it, and it fell rapidly, screaming and falling into the sea, causing a huge water column.

"Confirm that the target has been shot down! Confirm that the target has been shot down." The wingmen are higher and their vision is better. They confirmed that the dragon had been shot down. As for whether the target was dead or not, it was not something they could figure out.

This is not on land. Watching the dragon's guts torn through its stomach, it can be completely confirmed that the target has been eliminated. Dragons that fall into the sea will not die immediately. Of course, they will not live for long, and they will drown soon. After all, they are not creatures in the ocean.

"Have you seen the demon battleship over there?" After confirming that the dragon was shot down, the wingman asked again through the intercom.

"I saw... a fish that slipped through the net." The lead pilot replied as he climbed up.

"Are we going to attack?" The wingman's eager voice came.

"Sweeping the cannon? Stop kidding. I don't want to risk a fighter jet worth more than 30 million gold coins." The lead pilot shook his head.

"If the other party has a magical attack, we will have to write dozens of pages of reports when the fighter is injured..." The radar operator is also reluctant to take risks: "We can launch a few air-to-air missiles at it, but the sea clutter is very large, AIM -120 probably won't hit the target."

"What if there is a demon's senior commander on that battleship?" the wingman asked a little reluctantly.

"Okay, what do you think we would have done if there was a demon in it? The demon would praise our courage, then let us go, pat our wings, and say, 'You guys, your planes are so handsome!' ." The pilot of the lead plane teased: "Go back, send the coordinates of this ship to the wing headquarters, and see if they are willing to arrange another group of planes to attack..."

"Hahahaha!" The pilot of the wingman laughed. He also knew that if the Demon King made a move, even if there were a few Demon Generals, the two planes would not get anything cheap.

The roar of the engine echoed between the sea and the sky, and the two fighter jets circled in the sky before disappearing into the clouds in the distance.

On the deck, Alicia, who watched the two planes disappear into the sky, withdrew her gaze: "Their planes are really handsome!"