Six Hundred and Seventy-Four Dragons and Cats

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

These fighters can fly more than 2 times 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, the number of real casualties since the beginning of the war is really very small.

"The radar interference is very serious, and I have no way to confirm the target." Sitting in the co-pilot's seat, 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 fighter is not a multi-purpose sea attack fighter.

The task of attacking the sea is generally entrusted to the F/A-18 fighter jets. The multi-purpose radars they carry and the light anti-ship missiles are the main means of attacking the sea.

"I bet there are no enemies in the sky anymore." The pilot steered the plane through the clouds, and the two huge engines made a deafening roar.

In fact, the entire sound of the engine could not be heard in the cockpit. They could only feel the turbulence of the airflow and part of the noise. After all, a good working environment has always been the guarantee for pilots to perform missions for a long time, so the engineers of Alan Hill have made large-scale improvements to problems such as noise in the cockpit.

Because of 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 have more powerful performance.

"Leader! Leader! 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, and the radar weapon operator behind the lead pilot After hearing it, he couldn't help distinguishing his radar carefully.

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

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

"No. 25 Squadron No. 3 Formation,

Go to patrol suspicious targets! "After the pilot reported a sentence by pressing the communicator, he gently pushed his joystick, and let his fighter fly sideways towards the target.

The wingman following the F-14 Tomcat also tilted its fuselage almost at the same time, and the two planes swept across 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 targets with our eyes." The weapon operator in the back row stared at the clouds that sometimes disappeared at that time, and continued to complain.

Originally, radar could be used 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 a depressing thing.

If it was placed in the past, under this distance, they could already fire at those demonic air targets that could not see the Airan Hill fighter jets at all.

"I didn't see any target!" The distance of twenty kilometers was nothing to the F-14 fighter jets, and soon they came to the area where the target might be found. There are just some clouds, though, and none of the expected demonic air units.

The two planes began to descend a little bit, all the way down to the clouds, but they didn't find the expected target.

However, they found the surface wreckage of the demon army attacked by F/A-18 multipurpose fighter jets on the sea surface. There were some fragments of warships floating on the sea surface, most of which were broken decks.

Traces of the leaked energy fluid could still be seen. Some small boats were beating against the waves, and there were no demons escaping on them. Presumably because of the explosion of the fuel, no demons had a chance to climb onto the new life-saving equipment.

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

It's a pity, because the martyrdom exploded too quickly, 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 blown up into the sky.

"It seems that they have not been able to escape the search of the attack aircraft force..." The weapon operator on the co-pilot also saw the somewhat bleak sea surface, and said with emotion.

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

Almost subconsciously, the pilot jerked the stick, and the F-14 Tomcat immediately accelerated and began a dive.

In another Tomcat fighter that was following this fighter, the pilot yanked his joystick and reminded his leader loudly: "Dragon! Dragon! It's right behind you! Damn it! !"

"It's swooping! It's very fast!" The operator on the co-pilot twisted his head, trying to find the black monster that was chasing him behind him, but he could only see a swaying thick one. Black tail, and some scary dragon body parts covered with armor.

"Sit well!" The driver pushed the booster lever, and the feeling of pushing back instantly made him lean on his ejection seat. While manipulating his plane to accelerate, he slammed the joystick, causing the plane to quickly roll to one side.

Sure enough, the moment the F-14 Tomcat fighter staggered from its original flight path, the black flames sprayed out by the magic dragon behind it ignited the sky where the F-14 fighter was originally located.

"Bye!" 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 turn, and then saw the black dragon that had lost its high potential energy and spread its fleshy wings to climb up.