Six Hundred and Forty-Six Goals, Something Is Wrong

"Long live the origin of magic!" Seeing the columns of smoke rising into the sky, the demon soldiers on the city wall of Sestos raised their long swords and shouted at the departing demon missiles.

Accompanied by their shouts, hundreds or even thousands of such large "rockets" without guidance devices, the magic engine roared and rushed towards the distant target.

"The devil took off hundreds of fighter jets...no, at least 500! Even more." Looking at the radar screen, the radar operator on the AWACS immediately became nervous.

Of course he has seen the air force densely packed with demons, but those demon bats flapping their wings are not so fast!

From the analysis on the radar screen, these devil air forces that took off into the air almost immediately possessed a speed exceeding sound.

"Is it the devil's new fighter?" The commander of the early warning aircraft standing behind the radar operator also saw the chaotic light spots on the screen, and asked with some doubts.

After all, Alan Hill's fighter force also has fighter jets that can exceed the speed of sound, so they are no strangers to aircraft at this speed.

"Maybe...they are flying in the direction of Angershar...shall we notify the fighter force to intercept?" the radar operator asked.

The commander touched his chin, and ordered: "Let the Air Force fighter jets go to intercept! Inform Angshall...wait..."

Before he finished giving his order, he saw the light spots on the radar screen, and the flight trajectory changed slightly.

"They are spreading, not like they are flying in formation... More like, they are spreading out... What the hell is going on?" Staring at the light spots on the radar screen, the commander looked puzzled, subconsciously murmured.

The radar operator sitting in front of him was also puzzled. These flying targets did not seem to be flying in a fixed formation...

"Let the fighter jets go to intercept immediately... this order continues!" The officer ordered and grabbed the communicator next to him: "I am the front-line early warning aircraft Lookout No. 29! The aircraft that the enemy took off is not in the right state! Yes...they The flight trajectory is not quite right!"

At the same time, on the radar screen of the air defense missile unit of Alan Hill, the soldiers saw a spectacular picture.

"What is this? A fighter jet? What the hell are you doing? Why are there so many?" Looking at the approaching targets, the radar operators of Alan Hill were a little at a loss.

Of course they have seen such a densely packed demon air force, but they have never seen such a fast demon air force!

"The other side has about twice the speed of sound... Is this their new fighter? Are you kidding? This speed is already comparable to that of the MiG-21..." A commander handed the report to his superior , complained: "The air force has already gone to intercept, but there are too many opponents."

While they were talking, an Airanhill F-15 fighter jet with golden eagle emblems painted on its wings climbed above the clouds with roaring engines.

In the past, at this altitude, the opponent's fighter jets were rarely able to reach it. This can be said to be the absolute domain of the Airland Hill Air Force, and it is a relatively safe flying altitude.

But today, the F-15, a heavy-duty air superiority fighter that was born to intercept the opponent's bombers, finally performed its old job in another world!

"Intercept the target! Prepare to launch missiles!" A fighter pilot wearing an oxygen mask and speaking in a low voice, his eyes blocked by the helmet sights, opened his mouth and ordered the friendly fighter pilots on his left and right sides.

"Understood!" All the pilots turned on the radar, and then energized the missiles mounted under the wings. Then, they saw that those extremely fast targets had already entered their radar detection range!

"Launch! Launch!" There was a nervous shout in the earphones. These battle-hardened pilots immediately launched rows of AIM-120 air-to-air missiles at the enemies who had not yet entered the field of vision in the distance.

There was a long white smoke trail above the blue sky, and soon the F-15 fighter jets responsible for intercepting saw the targets they wanted to intercept.

"Turn around! Turn around! Demon fighter jets! Scatter! Climb! Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!" The commander ordered in a hurry, and one after another, the F-15 fighter jets began to climb to a higher sky, and the engines turned on the afterburner. The violent noise resounded through the entire sky.

"Why are they so fast! There is also a problem with this formation! Damn it! Damn it!" A pilot in the cockpit of an F-15 fighter jet found that the enemy fighter jets intercepted this time seemed to be completely different from the previous ones.

First of all, the opponent's flying speed is very fast, which is almost the limit of the speed of the F-15 fighter jet. Secondly, the flying height of these demon fighters is also not right, it is obviously higher than ordinary demon fighters!

"Boom!" A combat missile hit the wing of a demon fighter, exploding into a ball of sparks.

The Airan Hill pilot who shot down an enemy plane frowned and questioned loudly through the intercom: "They are wrong! They are wrong! These planes have no evasive action! They have no evasive action!"

"The formation of these planes is not right! They don't have a formation! Or the formation has been scattered." Another F-15 fighter pilot, after shooting down a demon fighter, also shouted in the radio communicator road.

Accompanied by their doubts, these "demon fighter jets" continued to fly forward, and some of them even started to emit thick black smoke, which seemed to be something wrong.

"Damn it, they didn't go to bomb our base, did they?" A fighter pilot expressed his doubts.

It has to be said that human intuition is quite accurate sometimes. His guess is not too far from the actual situation.

"These planes don't seem to be piloted by humans...they...they...are more like..." Another pilot was on the verge of speaking, unable to remember the words he wanted to say for a while.

"Large rockets..." The frontline commander commanding the operation suddenly realized something, and immediately pressed the communication switch with the base: "Angershire! Angshire! These may not be demon fighters, These may be demonic rockets! Intercept! Intercept all targets!"

As he shouted, the second batch of demon rockets appeared on the radar screen of the early warning aircraft monitoring the demon fleet.

And Sestos' demon troops are pushing more demon rockets onto the not-so-straight launch rails.