Chapter 646: Something is wrong with the goal
"Magic origin... Long live!" Looking at the smoke pillars rising into the air, the demon soldiers on the wall of Sestos raised their swords and shouted at the demon missiles that were far away.
Accompanied by their shouts, hundreds or even thousands of such large "rockets" without guidance devices, the magic engine roared towards the distant target.
"The devil took off hundreds of fighters...No, at least 500! Even more." Looking at the radar screen, the radar operator on the early warning aircraft became nervous.
Of course he has seen a densely packed air force of demons, but those demon bats waving their wings can't be so fast!
From the analysis on the radar screen, these demon air forces that lifted into the air almost immediately had a speed that exceeded the sound.
"Is it the devil's new fighter?" The commander of the early warning aircraft standing behind the radar operator also saw the chaotic light spots on the screen and asked with some confusion.
After all, Ailan Hill's fighter force also has fighters that can surpass the speed of sound, so they are no strangers to aircraft of this speed.
"Perhaps... they are flying in the direction of Angchar... shall we inform the fighter forces to intercept?" the radar operator asked.
The commander touched his chin and ordered: "Let the Air Force fighters go to intercept! Notify Angershire...wait..."
Before he finished his command, he saw the light spots on the radar screen, and the flight trajectory changed slightly.
"They are spreading, not like they are flying in formation... It's more like they are dispersing... What the **** is this?" Staring at the light spots on the radar screen, the commander looked puzzled, subconsciously. Whispered.
In front of him, the radar operator sitting in the position was also puzzled. These flying targets did not seem to fly in a fixed flight formation...
"Immediately let the fighters go to intercept...This order continues!" The officer ordered, while grabbing the radio next to him: "I am the frontline early warning aircraft No. 29! The status of the enemy's aircraft is not right! Yes...they The flight trajectory is not right!"
At the same time, the soldiers saw a spectacular picture on the radar screen of the air defense missile unit of Ailan Hill.
"What is this? Fighter? What the hell? How come there are so many." Seeing the approaching targets, Ailan Hill's radar operators were a little at a loss.
Of course they have seen such a dense demon air force, but they have never seen such a fast demon air force!
"The other party has almost twice the speed of sound... Is this their new fighter? Are you kidding? This speed is already at par with the MiG-21..." A commander handed the report to his boss. , Complained: "The air force has already gone to intercept, but there are too many opponents."
Just as they were talking, the Ailan Hill f-15 fighter jets with golden eagle emblems painted on their wings, the engines roared and climbed to the top of the clouds.
In the past, this altitude was rarely reached by the opponent's fighter jets. It can be said that this is the absolute area of the Airland Hill Air Force, which is a relatively safe flight altitude.
But today, the heavy air superiority fighter f-15, born to intercept the opponent's bombers, finally performed his own way in another world!
"Intercept the target! Ready to launch the missile!" A fighter pilot wearing an oxygen mask and talking urnly was blocked by the helmet sight, and he spoke to the friendly fighter pilots on his left and right sides.
"Understood!" All the pilots turned on the radar, and then energized the missile mounted under the wing. Then, they saw that those extremely fast targets had already entered their radar detection range!
"Launch! Launch!" There was a tense cry in the headset. These long-time combat pilots immediately launched rows of aim-120 air-to-air missiles to enemies who had not yet entered their vision in the distance.
There was a long white smoke trail above the blue sky, and soon these f-15 fighters in charge of interception saw the targets they were about to intercept.
"Turn around! Turn around! Demon fighter! Disperse! Climb! Ready to fight! Ready to fight!" The commander hurriedly ordered, one after another f-15 fighters began to climb higher into the sky, and the engines turned on afterburner. The violent noise resounded throughout the sky.
"Why are they so fast! There is a problem with this formation too! Damn! Damn!" The pilot in the cockpit of an f-15 fighter found that the enemy fighters intercepted this time seemed completely different from the previous ones.
The first is that the opponent's flying speed is very fast, which is almost the limit of the speed of the f-15 fighter. Secondly, the flying altitude of these demon fighters is not right, which is obviously higher than that of ordinary demon fighters!
"Boom!" A fighting missile hit the wing of a demon fighter, exploding into a ball of sparks.
The Ailan Hill pilot who shot down an enemy plane frowned and questioned loudly in the phone: "They are not right! They are not right! These planes have no evasive action! They have no evasive action!"
"The formation of these planes is not right! They don't have a formation! Or the formation has fallen apart." The pilot of another f-15 fighter, after shooting down a Demon fighter, also shouted in the radio communicator. Tao.
Accompanied by their doubts, these "demon fighters" continued to fly forward, and some of them had even begun to emit thick black smoke, which seemed to be something wrong.
"Damn, didn't they go to bomb our base?" A fighter pilot expressed his suspicion.
I have to say that people's intuition is quite accurate sometimes. His guess is not too different from the actual situation.
"These airplanes don't seem to be piloted...they...they...more like..." The other pilot said to his lips, and for a moment he couldn't remember the vocabulary he wanted to say.
"Large rockets..." The front-line commander in charge of the operation suddenly realized something, and immediately pressed the communication switch with the base: "Angshiel! Angshiel! These may not be demon fighters. These may be devil’s rockets! Intercept! Intercept all targets!"
In his shout, the second batch of demon rockets appeared on the radar screen of the early warning aircraft monitoring the demon fleet.
And Sestos' demon forces are pushing more demon rockets onto those launching rails that are not very straight.
