Six Hundred and Seventy Five Is Really Handsome

"Huh! Huh!" The wingman who just staggered his position and climbed was not polite. Two Sidewinder close-range combat missiles shot out from the outermost multi-mounted pylon under the fuselage of the F-14 fighter jet, with dazzling The rear wing rushed towards the huge target.

Because of the existence of the helmet sight, the two missiles drew a graceful arc in the sky, and then aimed at the huge black monster that had lost its speed.

But that magic dragon is obviously rich in combat experience. Although it has lost its speed, it has given full play to its advantages in body flexibility.

It twisted its huge head, aimed at the direction of the missile attack, opened its bloody mouth, and spewed out powerful black flames.

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 combat missiles, and may also destroy the incoming missiles to achieve the purpose of protecting themselves.

It's just that this tactic requires skill, and it doesn't work every time, so it didn't form a large-scale reversal on the battlefield.

"Huh!" The black flames billowed and spread all over the sky, which also looked very spectacular. The two fighting missiles were submerged in the flames and disappeared in an instant.

In the next moment, a Sidewinder missile exploded in the black flames, instantly turning the black flames into a ferocious fiery red.

And another Sidewinder missile also exploded ahead of time, only part of the shrapnel penetrated the magic defense barrier in front of the dragon, and embedded into the thick armor of the dragon.

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

But behind it, the pilot of the lead plane, who had already sped up and got rid of it, had already used his helmet sight to lock on to this huge monster that seemed to be the size of two ordinary dragons.

"Click!" I pushed the missile launch button on my joystick, and the self-check before the missile launch has also been completed through the computer. On the pilot's helmet sight, the green indicator light began to flash.

The locked light spot was set 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 out a dazzling tail flame, and rushed towards the magic dragon with a white smoke.

"Huh!" After a pause of less than a second, the second missile also broke away from the shackles of the missile pylon under the fuselage, and rushed towards the target without hesitation.

Two white smoke trails flew towards the target one after the other, like lightning exploding in the sky. The magic dragon was hard to beat with two fists and four hands, and was hit firmly by the two missiles behind him.

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

The mechanical beauty of the Alan Hill Air Force left a deep impression on her. She likes the scene where every acceleration is accompanied by thunder, and every turn is like thunder.

"Your Majesty, do you want us to make a move..." A demon general pressed the long sword on his waist and asked helplessly.

In his opinion, if several demon generals shot down these two damned human fighters together, it would still be possible.

"No need." Arecia waved his hand: "That will only attract more enemies. They have very efficient means of communication, and the enemy will judge our combat effectiveness in an instant, and then let the more difficult enemy Come and find us."

"But if that demon dragon is shot down...they will come and attack us too..." Another demon general advised in a low voice, "Whether we make a move or not, they will come and kill us."

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

She looked up at the magic dragon that was blown to pieces 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 lead plane who watched the dragon fall still did not relax his vigilance. After circling a circle in the sky, the F-14 fighter jet, as if venting hatred, turned to the plane that had only struggled strength left. Dragon, launched a fighting missile.

The missile exploded at close range, forming countless shrapnel, which almost shredded one of the dragon's wings.

It finally couldn't support it, and fell rapidly, screaming and falling into the sea, stirring up a huge water column.

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

This is not on land. Watching the dragon fall to pieces, you can be sure that the target has been eliminated. The magic dragons that fell into the sea usually wouldn't die immediately. Of course, they wouldn't live too long either. They would drown soon. After all, they weren't creatures in the sea.

"Did you see that demon warship over there?" the wingman asked through the intercom after confirming that the dragon had been shot down.

"I saw... a fish that slipped through the net." The lead pilot replied while climbing the altitude.

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

"Strafing with machine guns? Don't be 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 opponent has a magical attack, we will write dozens of pages of reports when the fighter is injured..." The radar operator is not willing to take risks: "We can launch a few air-to-air missiles at it, but the sea is very cluttered, AIM -120 probably won't hit the target."

"What if there is a senior commander of the devil on that battleship?" the wingman asked a little unwillingly.

"Well, if there is a devil in there, what do you think we will do in the past? The devil will praise our courage, then let us go, pat our wings, and compliment: 'Young man, your plane is so handsome!' "The pilot of the lead plane joked: "Go back, send the coordinates of this ship to the wing headquarters, and see if they are willing to arrange another batch of planes to attack..."

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

The sound of the roaring engine echoed between the sea water and the sky, and the two fighter jets circled in the sky before disappearing into the distant clouds.

On the deck, Arecia, who watched the two planes disappear into the sky, looked away: "Their plane is so handsome!"