Chapter 1002： Anger

Wes was really worried about his fuel, and he was indeed running out of fuel. Not only did he run out of fuel, but his magical energy reserve was almost exhausted.

If the magical energy is exhausted first, he can only restore the fighter to its normal speed. That is to say, after exhausting the magic, the new fighter does not have any special increase in speed.

Continue to accelerate reluctantly, and the plane will disintegrate, which is no different from suicide.

It's even more embarrassing if the fuel is exhausted, and Wes will have to return to sail to end the exercise. In theory, his challenge can only be regarded as a loss...

He doesn't want to lose this exercise, although he is not a competitive person, but he just doesn't want to lose this exercise now!

In his heart, there is such an obsession, that is, he can't bury this super fighter, can't let its first appearance be covered with dust, can't let its first battle fail!

Just as he was wondering **** the fighters and give them a fatal blow, his radar alarm rang again.

The speed of this super fighter has soared to nearly 5,000 kilometers per hour. It sprints forward and can fly close to 100 kilometers in one minute.

The speed of the F-14 fighter that rushed towards him had also soared to more than twice the speed of sound, so the distance between them was shortened in an instant.

It was also the first time that Wes encountered such a head-on target. When his radar detected the opponent, he was already less than 200 kilometers away from the opponent.

Then, a few seconds later, his radar calculated the basic altitude and direction of the opponent, and at this time the distance between them had been shortened again.

When Wes heard the alert sound of the other party's radar that had locked him and the radar alarm sounded, the distance between them was ready to launch AIM-120 missiles.

"Aim at the target!" Weiss pointed his nose at the target coming in the distance, and then gently squeezed the red trigger on the joystick.

"Electromagnetic cannon! Fire!" The computer helped him complete the following series of actions. After a short attack, Wes gently pulled his joystick to make his plane move at a slightly changed elevation angle. Rushed to the other side.

"You have been shot down! You have been shot down!" Inside the oncoming Lynx 3 fighter jet, a reminder from the exercise referee came. The fighter pilot was confused and even forgot to adjust his flight trajectory.

His wingman has also been notified of the crash. Similarly, they have just launched two AIM-120 over-the-horizon air-to-air missiles, and they have not had time to do anything else.

"What's the matter? Our missile didn't hit it, so its missile can hit me?" On the Bobcat 3 fighter jet, the pilot looked back at his radar crew.

The radar man spread out his hands: "I don't know anything. We have just been locked by the radar for 20 seconds...unless there is a missile at ten times the speed of sound on that plane!"

"I think we must have been tricked by the referee team!" The driver of Bobcat No. 3 sat upright again and looked forward.

As soon as his voice fell, a dark shadow rushed over his cockpit. He didn't even see what it was that rushed over.

The loud noise made him hear clearly through the earphones, and the turbulent air flow swayed the F-14 fighter he was driving, causing this large fighter to float up and down for a long time before stabilizing his figure. .

"What was that just now?" The driver's voice was full of fear and panic when he finally recovered.

"I... didn't see clearly..." The radar crew also saw the black shadow and heard the deafening noise.

"That **** **** almost hit me!" After being scared, the pilot of the wingman yelled, "He is only 200 meters away from me! Bastard! Bastard!"

"The plane just rushed past! The AIM-120 missile was thrown off by him! At least that's what the referee said." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter finally figured out everything at this time.

What they just saw was the monster that could turn at four times the speed of sound. The opponent flew over their heads as if provoking, and by the way they "shot down" both of their planes.

It was originally a head-on outflank, and they are also ready to attack. But everything came too suddenly. They decided the winner within two or two minutes. Unfortunately, they were not the winner.

"We failed!" The fighter pilot of Bobcat 4 reported on the channel in frustration that he was shot down.

"It passed us by, and I can't see it now." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter pulled off his oxygen mask and looked down at the distant clouds, and said unwillingly.

Unfortunately, no one in the public channels cares about them who have been shot down. Just now, within 1 minute, he orbited Weiss, which was nearly 100 kilometers away, and found the opportunity to send out the four F-16 fighters returning home in one go.

Because it was a tail-biting attack, the opponent didn't even notice his existence, so he was easily "shot down".

From the beginning of the battle to the present, the imaginary enemy squadron has lost about one-third of its troops. While morale plummeted, ammunition was quickly consumed.

Most of the fighters that were shot down were shot down when they were full of ammunition. This further accelerates the attenuation of the imaginary enemy squadron's combat effectiveness.

However, during the entire battle, the imaginary enemy squadron had almost understood the powerful performance of the fighter Wes piloted.

The mood of underestimating the enemy no longer exists, and all pilots are cautious, which makes Wes lose many good opportunities for attack.

Just when Wes returned to the battle circle again and shot down two F-14 fighters in one breath, the two F-16 fighters barely accelerated to supersonic speed, and the F-16 fighter that had just hit the edge of the battle circle collided with him. One full of arms.

Both sides were taken aback by the other, and even in danger of colliding. After all, everyone's speed is very fast, and the F-16 fighters can't even make evasive actions because they are too fast.

As soon as Wes avoided the route, the F-16 fighter jet, which originally only carried close combat missiles, decisively launched two Sidewinder missiles in the face of a fleeting opportunity.

Four training shells were separated from the wings of the F-16 fighter jet. At the same time, the simulated attack on the computer was realistic. These missiles are very likely to hit the super fighter jet piloted by Weiss who is climbing.

Wes was also nervous, because he heard such a dense beep from an infrared alarm for the first time. This shows that an infrared guided missile has locked him and is at a very close range.

He just passed by with the F-16 fighter jets. Obviously, these missiles were launched by the two F-16 fighter jets that shouldn't be at this altitude and shouldn't be here.

Because of high overload maneuvers all the time, Weiss’ nose radar cannot always receive its own radar beam signals. Therefore, Weiss’s radar detection capability is actually absent from time to time.

This is also a kind of helplessness with too good maneuverability and too fast speed-unless he keeps flying in a straight line, he is likely to throw off the returning radar beam due to overload maneuvering, and then lose the target he has locked or detected.

So in fact, Wes did not find the two F-16 fighters that accidentally broke into his flight path, and gave them a chance to fire.

It was too late and it was too soon, and Wes had already heard the beep from his infrared receiver warning device, which became a long beep.

This indicates that the infrared-guided Sidewinder missiles are about to enter the effective attack range of the explosive fragments.

In an instant, Wes pulled the joystick, adjusted the direction of the exhaust nozzle, and made a move to continue pulling up. At the same time, at the moment of avoiding his original route, a series of infrared decoys were ejected from the abdomen of this super fighter.

Because of the speed, it was as if this super fighter had exploded in the air, and the decoys were scattered all over, so gorgeous.

Wes felt the strong vibration from the fuselage of his plane, and because of the huge overload, he also felt that his internal organs had been attached to his back.

On the other side, the pilot of the F-16 fighter who felt he had succeeded in the attack heard the conclusion given by the referee in the headset: "The other party has thrown off your infrared combat missile..."

There was an uproar on the radio, and everyone felt that the exercise was too unfair. They think that they are an invincible iron army, but the opponent is a monster that is not within the scope of common sense!

"Continue to intercept it! I want to see! The pilot, how long can he last under such a high-intensity overload maneuver!" Holding the intercom, the colonel commander was already a little uncomfortable.

Half of his troops were tortured and killed, and half of the ammunition had been destroyed for the rest. In this state, victory was almost an extravagant hope.

Even if the opponent returned home due to fuel shortages, they imagined that the enemy squadron barely won the exercise, and they wouldn’t be shining on their faces-since the establishment of the Allanhill Imperial Air Force, no more than a dozen self-damaged aircraft have occurred. The plane, the defeat that allowed the enemy to escape and return!

In the worst few times, the interception of Vivian didn't lose so many planes. The time when intercepting the giant puppets of the Puppet Empire, although they lost a lot of planes, the other party could not get back all over, did they?

Now, what the colonel commander of the imaginary enemy squadron thinks is not to win this exercise, he wants to shoot down this target! Even if the entire army is annihilated, he will shoot down the opponent! He really got angry and "killed."

In the sky, the roar of engines still kept coming and going. White tracks criss-cross, some are fading away, and some are still extending forward.

Wes glanced at his fuel gauge, then at his remaining ammunition, pushed the joystick, and started a new dive...

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Dragon Spirit has been a little busy these two days, so I won't make up for it.