Chapter 1672

Not only was Underwood's scalp numb, but Johnson, who had just confirmed the target shot down, almost jumped out of his cockpit.

No way, it as like as two peas in the eye.

The target that disappeared on the radar screen not only reappeared in the blink of an eye, but also the key is that there is no change between the parameters and the target just shot down.

It feels like the dead people come back to life. It's frightening

"The two 'meteor' missiles have a hit probability of more than 98%. I dare to promise God, really, I really dare to promise God that I hit..." Johnson looked at the flashing bright spot on his radar screen and shouted nervously at the radio.

Underwood listened to the words of his wingman's near collapse, but he was also confused, because he couldn't explain the current phenomenon. However, just as Underwood was thinking about how to deal with it, the regularly flashing photoelectric on the radar screen suddenly accelerated and shortened from less than 70 kilometers to less than 50 kilometers in the twinkling of an eye.

Underwood was full of excitement. No matter how the other party came back from the dead, there was an indisputable fact that the other party was accelerating to approach his own side.

Underwood really doesn't worry if the drill is conducted in Britain or within the framework of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. After all, as a three-and-a-half generation fighter, the "typhoon" fighter has excellent performance, especially in close combat.

But the problem is now

"You cover. I'll shoot the other party down with a 'meteor' medium range bomb!" Seeing the other party approaching quickly, Underwood couldn't care about anything else and quickly ordered by radio.

Johnson also knew that the situation was urgent and could not allow him to be too tangled, so he immediately drove the fighter to accelerate, exchanged positions with Underwood's plane and took up the responsibility of cover.

At the same time, Underwood was very decisive. At the moment when the position was adjusted, he paid attention to shooting out two "meteor" missiles. Soon, it was confirmed by the radar echo that the suspicious target approaching at high speed was successfully shot down.

Underwood in the cockpit was a little relieved. This was the second one. A total of four "meteor" medium-range missiles were consumed. You know, in the current defense market, the unit price of "meteor" medium-range air-to-air missiles is about US $3.2 million.

Four is $12.8 million.

According to Underwood, the entry-level price of the jnb-17c advanced trainer for the confrontation exercise with them this time is only $26 million, and the four "meteor" missiles account for almost half of the total value of the jnb-17c advanced trainer.

If it had not been for the request of brigadier general Hopkins and Underwood's cautious nature, he would never have used such an expensive missile to hit such a cheap plane.

Now, after spending so much money, the dust should be settled, but Underwood somehow has an inexplicable palpitation in his chest.

Just as Underwood was thinking about where the palpitation came from, Johnson exclaimed from the radio headset: "look, he appears again..."

Underwood trembled involuntarily when he heard the speech, and immediately looked at his radar screen. It didn't matter. His freckled face immediately turned white.

I saw that the target that should be shot down came out strangely again.

Like the previous situation, all kinds of parameters have not changed at all. Of course, they are slightly different from the previous situation, that is, the speed, from the initial Mach 0.9 to the second Mach 1.2, and then to the current Mach 1.8

It's obvious that the other party is trying his best to jump at himself.

At this time, the distance between the two sides is less than 30 kilometers. The "meteor" medium-range air-to-air missile, which needs an acceleration distance, has completely lost its function like a useless firestick.

However, Underwood and Johnson are not unable to deal with it, because in addition to meteor air-to-air missiles, they are also equipped with legal Mika air-to-air missiles.

This distance was just the best engagement distance of this air-to-air missile, so they quickly adjusted it. However, before their mode was adjusted, a harsh alarm sounded in Underwood's cockpit. Underwood was surprised and quickly told Johnson: "I'm locked!"

After that, he was ready to adjust the plane for super maneuvering evasion, but as soon as he deflected the plane, the sound determined by the air combat system came from the headset: "fighter 227 has been shot down... Fighter 227 has been shot down... Fighter 227 has been shot down..."

"Shit!"

Underwood smashed the cockpit cover with his fist, but before he made other reactions, a dark gray figure passed in front of him. Underwood knew that it was his opponent, but now he had no way, because being shot down meant being out, so he could only silently pray that his companions could respond quickly.

Unfortunately, Johnson was still a little slow. Before he could adjust his position, the jnb-17c pl-5e Ⅲ short-range fighting bomb had rushed over. Finally, Underwood could only hear Johnson's unwilling roar in his headphones, and then there was a burst of:

"Fighter 168 has been shot down... Fighter 168 has been shot down... Fighter 168 has been shot down..." system prompt tone.

Of course, this is nothing. The key is that the jnb-17c, which completed the quick double kill, deliberately shook the wing of the plane in front of Underwood and Johnson when returning, which is obviously announcing the glory of the winner to them.

Underwood and Johnson were so angry, but there was nothing they could do. If they lost, they would lose. What can they say except that they are not as skilled as people?

Only a decadent posture, the fighter plane left in dismay.

As for the impact, Underwood and Johnson have no time to think about it. Now what they can think about is how to find reasons for this failure, commonly known as throwing the pot!

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"Oh... The British pilot was careless. He thought it was careless. He was shot down like this. Obviously, people thought our level was not very good and deliberately drained the water..."

However, no matter how the two Royal Air Forces tossed the pot to avoid being punished for their failure, Zhuang Jianye looked modest and gratified in the command hall in an air force base. Not only that, he said, but he stood there not far away because of the results, Faisal, whose head was completely blank, smiled and asked, "Mr. Faisal, you are an expert in this field. Can you tell me if the British pilots let the water out? After all, it is a third-generation and a half fighter. For an entry-level third-generation fighter, it should not have achieved such unbearable results... Do you think so, Mr. Faisal?"