Chapter 369: Broken Wings of Steel
The driver frowned at this time. He flipped through the mutant creature illustrations published by the shelter and memorized the data of the flying mutant creatures on it.
Very few mutant creatures can have such excellent flight performance.
The fighter had already connected to the database for searching, and there was no information stored in it about the flying zombies.
Fortunately, the zombie seemed to have almost zero perception of radar. Even if it was locked, it did not make any emergency turns to get rid of the lock.
This made the driver slightly relieved. If he was lucky, he might be able to kill this thirteenth-level zombie with one shot.
Activating the SD-18 on the left rack, the driver immediately tuned the missile active radar frequency so that the missile could receive the reflected signal of the airborne radar at the same time after launching.
After waiting for a while, a box appeared on the helmet sight of the driver in the fighter, jumping slightly. It was the target locked by the airborne radar.
The target that was also locked by the missile radar was marked with a dot, which overlapped with the box.
The zombie controlled by Dr. Batu has entered the missile's inescapable zone.
"Don't launch yet, wait for me to launch before you launch."
The intercom signal came from Red Wing II.
Red Wing I wanted to judge the maneuverability of the zombie by observing its movements when it evaded PL-15.
Moreover, the zombie will definitely lose a lot of energy after evading PL-15, which can improve the hit rate of Red Wing II.
"Missile launch!"
The voice of Red Wing II came from the communication system.
Then, a missile with a white tail appeared in the sky and flew towards Dr. Batu head-on.
The palms of the Red Wing I pilot were covered with sweat marks, watching the missile draw an arc and intercept the zombie.
"It didn't dodge at all?!"
The pilot looked at the triangle on the radar that marked the zombie in surprise. The trajectory was still a straight line without any turning trend.
"Is it because its supersonic maneuverability is so poor that it cannot perform high-overload maneuvers at supersonic speed? Or is it too lazy to dodge?"
The pilot of Red Wing No. 2 was also confused.
"Boom!"
A flash of fire, the PL-15 hit the target accurately.
At this time, Dr. Batu's code was a bit confusing. He dragged a black tail of smoke and drilled out of the fire cloud produced by the explosion of the PL-15.
In the state of supersonic flight, hearing is completely useless.
Just now, Dr. Batu focused most of his attention on the fighter that escaped Red Wing No. 1 and did not monitor the surrounding airspace.
After accelerating to the maximum speed, the PL-15 turned off the solid rocket engine and flew by inertia. It was inconspicuous against the background of the sky.
The flight speed of PL-15 was as high as 3.5 Mach. Combined with the speed of Dr. Batu's own flight, the relative speed between the two reached five times the speed of sound. By the time Dr. Batu discovered the incoming missile, it was too late to dodge.
"Did it shoot down?"
The Red Wing II pilot aimed at the helmet, which showed the data detected by the radar. The zombie was decelerating rapidly and soon fell below the speed of sound.
"No! The radar did not find any fragments, and the zombie still maintained its body intact."
After the Red Wing I pilot answered, he pressed the launch button without any hesitation. After waiting for a moment, the heavy SD-18 on the rack shot out of the slide rail and flew towards Dr. Batu with a white tail smoke.
The SD-18 weighing nearly half a ton left the fuselage, causing the entire fighter to lift slightly upward.
The pilot did not wait for this heavy air-to-air missile developed specifically for large mutant creatures and bombers to hit the target and do nothing.
Instead, he immediately switched the launch button to the short-range air-to-air missile with his thumb, and after waiting for the buzzing prompt sound in the headset, he unlocked the infrared guidance head of the PL-15 hanging on the wing.
The cooling process of the infrared guidance head is irreversible. Even if the zombie was killed by the SD-18 launched earlier, this PL-15 short-range air-to-air missile must be launched.
The temperature generated by the friction between Dr. Batu and the air allowed the infrared guidance head to quickly distinguish it from the environmental background and lock it.
The Red Wing No. 1 driver did not launch immediately. The cold air bottle inside the PL-15 was enough to support it for a long time, allowing him to grasp a better launch time.
And Red Wing No. 2 launched another SD-18.
At this time, after learning from his mistakes and being inexplicably hit by a missile, Dr. Batu began to continuously consume the X solution in the zombie body and scan everything around with powerful mental waves.
As an improved version of the old world fighter, the J-30A did not use absorbing materials to reduce the detection area of mental waves, nor was it necessary.
In the entire famine world, only Shelter No. 5 has fighters.
Now, it was easily discovered by Dr. Batu, and the SD-18 was also discovered together.
The two pairs of wings behind him flashed, and he began to accelerate again, breaking the sound barrier.
In the cockpit of Red Wing No. 1, on the radar screen, it can be seen that the zombie finally began to dodge. The pilot began to make high-G maneuvers, trying to get rid of the tracking, while the SD-18 followed closely behind him.
Suddenly, there was a strong wave in the air, and the SD-18 disappeared. Its wreckage made a mess of light spots on the radar screen.
"Hit?"
Red Wing No. 1 asked.
"No, the missile didn't even explode. The explosion of 75 kilograms of high-energy explosives is not small."
Red Wing No. 2 looked a little gloomy.
"Did the fuse fail?"
The SD-18 seemed to be broken into many pieces, seriously interfering with the work of the radar, and it was no longer possible to capture the figure of the monster.
Even the guidance head of the PL-15 lost its target.
"Red Wing No. 2, have you found the target? Have you found the target?"
"No, except for the wreckage of the missile, no target was found. The zombie is missing."
He didn't hesitate for long and switched the circuit from the radar to the mental power irradiation lamp.
The J-30A's mental irradiation lamp is much stronger than the one equipped on ground tanks. First of all, the purity of the core KBBT crystal is much stronger. Secondly, the two high-power WS-15C turbofan engines can provide the KBBT crystal with much more powerful power than ordinary engines.
Even so, the mental irradiation lamp still cannot be turned on at the same time as the radar, which is also a big power consumer.
The peak power of both of them can reach hundreds of thousands of watts.
The detection range cannot be compared with radar, but the amount of information that can be obtained is incomparable to radar, and it also has a 360° field of view, which is different from radar that can only scan the front.
Experienced pilots will turn off the radar and turn on the mental irradiation lamp when fighting at close range.
A strong and condensed mental wave shot out from the mental irradiation lamp.
There are few obstructions in the sky. The mental wave of Red Wing No. 1 directly covers the airspace of 12 kilometers in radius, and easily finds the pile of falling missile wreckage.
The zombie covered with black lines was holding a large piece of missile debris tightly, mixed in the debris.
No wonder the radar could not detect it.
Even with a KBBT crystal in between, the pilot could still sense the coldness and bloodthirstiness released from the zombie.
Suddenly, the pilot seemed to sense a smile on the zombie's head, and this smile made him feel a little uneasy for no reason.
Superpower: Mental Resonance!
A sharp high-frequency vibration sound suddenly came from the void, just like rubbing a blackboard with fingernails.
The mental power irradiation lamp could not resist such a powerful energy influx at all.
The KBBT crystal inside was broken into pieces.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the head of the Red Wing No. 1 pilot was suddenly crushed like a tomato, and blood, brain matter and broken bones were sprayed all over the cockpit.
The pilot's body pressed the control stick crooked, and the whole fighter pulled a huge overload, spinning around the wing tip and hanging down to the ground.
Boom~~~~
Black smoke and flames rose fiercely above the wilderness.
"Shit!"
The Red Wing II pilot yelled, "The PL-15 hasn't even been launched!"
At this moment, the only pilot left was desperate.
He felt like he was being chased into the endless void by the living dead.
He would never be able to land, and he would never be able to go home...
