Chapter 1001: Fuel consumption

"I said... this is not the time to tease, right?" An F-15 fighter pilot said as he watched the enemy plane that was so fast that people couldn't see it crossed the sky again.

As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere of the battlefield became tense again. The **** monster seemed to see that the pilots of the imaginary enemy fighter squadron had been messed up, turned a weird angle again, and rushed back into the battlefield.

The Hunter 1 fighter pilot, who had just restored the altitude to 7000 meters, looked up at the "enemy aircraft" flying overhead, and loudly reminded his companions to be careful: "Attention! Attention! Over the head! Over the head! It is facing 3 o'clock. Flew in the direction of Zhong!"

"Climb! Climb!" In panic, the pilot of an F-15 fighter pulled his joystick to make his F-15 start to climb rapidly.

But this so-called rapid climb, in front of the new fighter jet that climbs as fast as a rocket, can really be said to be climbing... ascend.

The speed of this F-15 fighter jet seems to be crawling slowly. After all, the climb speed of 200 meters per second is too slow and too slow.

The **** weird fighter on the opposite side, climbs almost twice as fast as the F-15 fighter!

In terms of speed, that thing should not belong to the category of fighter jets, it should be called a rocket! Or something messy!

Therefore, this monster ran rampant in front of the fighter force, making all fighter pilots confused.

Almost subconsciously, experienced pilots thought of the most direct way to get rid of the enemy-climb. After all, in the long battles in the past, they have always had a speed advantage, and climbing can often throw off their opponents easily.

It is a pity that today is destined to be a different battle: for the first time, their fighter performance lags behind their opponents by a large margin, and their climb is no different from sending to death.

As a result, another F-15 fighter was judged to be damaged. It is assumed that the enemy squadron has lost three F-15 fighters!

Hearing the news that his wingman had been "shot down", the annoyed Hunter 3 questioned on the radio channel: "Who is calling to climb? Isn't this going to die?"

"Command correction! Command correction! The opponent has a speed advantage! Dive! Dive! Lower the altitude! Lower the altitude!" In the next second, the pilot shouted in the cockpit of the Hunter 1 fighter.

Only when diving, the F-15 fighter can increase the speed to more than twice the speed of sound. At this time, it can barely make up the difference in speed between the two sides.

"Gentlemen! Did you miss us?" When the F-15 fighter unit was embarrassed to resist the **** monster fighter, a fairy sound in the headset sounded, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"You pull out of the battlefield! Regain altitude! Let's cover! Let's cover!" In the communication channel, a firm voice commanded.

After this order, four F-14 fighters with their wings adjusted to the swept state at an altitude of 10,000 meters rushed into the battlefield at more than twice the speed.

The roar of the engine can be clearly heard on the ground. The most powerful aircraft in human history is showing its terrifying side to everyone on the ground.

"Lock! Lock! The opponent is turning! The opponent is turning! It is about to leave our scanning area! Fire! Fire!" In the leading F-14 fighter, the commander issued an order to fire and attack.

The radar operator behind him stared at the spot on the radar screen and fired four air-to-air missiles in one go.

The training bomb got out of the control of the aircraft, and then dropped with white smoke—this thing is basically a counterweight, which simulates the flight status of a fighter jet before the missile is launched.

At the same time, in another F-14 behind this F-14 fighter, the radar operator also pressed the missile launch button: "The Lynx 6 launches the missile! It is almost out of lock!"

"That thing is accelerating! That thing is continuing to accelerate! It can still accelerate at this speed? Damn it!" The radar officer on the Lynx 5 fighter, after launching four AIM-120 simulated missiles, looked at the radar screen in surprise. Yelling.

"It doesn't matter! He is rushing towards the Lynx 3 on the flank... a head-on attack... Will the probability of success be greater?" said the F-14 Lynx 7 fighter pilot of the imaginary enemy squadron looking at the exercise target far away.

He has lost the angle of attack because he is slightly behind the aircraft group, and the opponent has left his radar lock area. This speed really shocked him.

Sitting in the cockpit of the new fighter jet, Wes actually felt the pressure at this time. He has been flying at twice or even three times the speed of sound, turning constantly, and doing large overload maneuvers beyond common sense.

Although these excitement movements successfully threw off the opponent's radar lock, they also caused a lot of burden to his body.

In fact, he already felt his blood roll in his body, and he would even be very uncomfortable at the limit.

But this feeling of driving speed is really "cool", and he can't stop it: this kind of detachment that can surpass everyone and can surpass all attacks is something he has never experienced.

So he clenched his teeth and persisted, pushing the afterburner again, using absolute speed, once again to throw away the incoming AIM-120 air-to-air missiles.

Compared to the larger and more bulky AIM-120 over-the-horizon missiles, Weiss is more reluctant to face those close-range combat missiles.

The Sidewinder missile is faster and more flexible. It is very difficult to get rid of it when approaching, and Wes has to spend more time.

Just now, when the Sidewinder missile was thrown off, his physical condition was as strong as him, and there was also a short-term black vision phenomenon-Wes is really curious now, whether there is any limit to the super fighter he controls!

He thinks there should be, but the limit of this machine may be far above the limit of his body.

Radar alarms have been ticking, and he also knows that he is now surrounded by fighters from imaginary enemy exercises.

Whether it is the radar of the early warning aircraft or the radars of the F-15 and F-14 fighters of the imaginary enemy squadron, they will constantly illuminate him and try to lock him.

And those radar-guided air-to-air missiles are also using seekers to lock him-only to get rid of these and eliminate these "enemy" blocking the way, this exercise is perfect for him.

"You guys, it's really annoying!" He gritted his teeth and muttered, overcoming the dizziness of blood rushing to the brain, and once again accelerated the plane to an incredible level.

Slightly bumpy! His super fighter jet started to jerks slightly. A more splendid light appeared on the surface of the fighter jet, which cut off the frictional air outside.

The two magic power engines, which were completely protected by magic, were outputting surging power with unprecedented power, and the exhaust flames were turbulent.

Wes actually couldn't hear most of the noise of the engine, and the sounds transmitted through the air were actually far behind him.

The huge roaring noise he could hear was actually the noise that was propagated along the solid body through the body of the airplane. But despite this, the voice he faced could already be described by the term huge.

The dense "di" sound of the radar warning device began to slow down, and the flashing lights that represented the direction of the radar beam began to go out. On Wes's helmet-mounted display, only a few distant radar beams were left, still beating on the shell of his aircraft.

On the other side, there was a voice of regret in the F-14 reinforcements channel that finally got the attack window.

"Done all of them? Didn't they?" The pilot who was temporarily promoted to the commander of the Bobcats group aboard the Bobcat 5 fighter, shouted depressed.

"Did the judges of the exercise cheated?" The Bobcat 6 fighter following the Bobcat 5, looking at the fading track in the sky, shouted in doubt.

Of course they didn't know that the group leader who had been shot down, the pilot of the Bobcat 1, and his wingman pilot, had almost the same idea as them.

The two fighter pilots who were sentenced to leave the field are communicating by radio at this moment, requesting the ground referee team to review the combat record...

"We don't have many missiles..." The pilot of Bobcat 5 checked his armament and found that he was carrying 10 AIM-120 missiles. Now there are only 6 of them left.

The wingman is similar to him, and the remaining Bobcat No. 7 and No. 8 have not had a chance to launch missiles. No. 9 and No. 10 are coming, and they still have sufficient ammunition.

The F-15 Hunter squad, which had been shot down several planes, was even worse: they had almost exhausted their ammunition just now, and most of them only had combat missiles available for use.

"This is not so good..." The pilots of the imaginary enemy squadron, who had been hit by the new weapon in their confidence, whispered in the channel.

On the early-warning aircraft, the colonel commander grasped the intercom and comforted his men: "Stay steady! That new aircraft is so fast, and its fuel consumption may not be low... It did an overload maneuver like that just now... It is estimated that the fuel is beginning to be tight! "

However, his words are more like a kind of irony: the dignified imaginary enemy squadron, with dozens of ace pilots gathered in the troop, unexpectedly, in the exercise of tens to one, hoped that the opponent would return without fuel, and wanted to win by this... …This in itself is really not a glorious thing.

"The F-16 fighters that cast the net move closer to the AWACS!" The colonel commander reluctantly issued an order to change the combat deployment. He was afraid that the other party would really come to trouble with his early warning, four F-15 fighters. The **** now looks like it's not so inflexible...