Chapter 645
My Empire Chapter 645
2020-11-03
Chapter 645 Chapter 646 Something is wrong"The source of magic... Long live!" The demon soldiers on the city wall of Tos raised their long swords and shouted at the far-away demon missiles.
Accompanied by their cries, hundreds or even thousands of these large "rockets" without guidance devices, the magic engine roared towards the distant target.
"The devil took off hundreds of fighter jets... No, at least 500! Even more." Looking at the radar screen, the radar operator on the early warning aircraft instantly became nervous.
Of course he has seen the air force densely packed by demons, but those demon bats that flap their wings are not so fast!
Analyzing from the radar screen, these demonic air forces that took off almost immediately had a speed that exceeded the sound.
"Is it the Devil's new fighter?" The AWACS commander standing behind the radar operator also saw the chaotic spots on the screen and asked with some doubts.
After all, Alanhill's fighter force also has fighter jets that can go faster than the speed of sound, so they're no stranger to aircraft at that speed.
"Probably...they are heading towards Angshire...Should we notify the fighter force to intercept?" the radar operator asked.
The commander touched his chin and gave an order: "Let the Air Force fighter jets go to intercept! Inform Angel... Wait..."
His order was also Before it was finished, I saw the light spots on the radar screen, and the flight trajectory changed slightly.
"They're spreading, it's not like they're flying in formation... More like, they're spreading out... What the hell is this?" With a puzzled face, he murmured subconsciously.
The radar operator sitting in front of him was also puzzled. These flying targets did not seem to be flying in a fixed flight formation...
“ Immediately send the fighter jets to intercept... This order continues to be executed!" The officer ordered and grabbed the intercom next to him: "I'm the frontline early warning aircraft Lookout No. 29! The state of the aircraft taking off by the enemy is not right! Yes... theirs The flight path, it's not quite right!"
Meanwhile, on the radar screen of Alanhill's anti-aircraft missile unit, the soldiers saw a spectacular picture.
"What's this? A fighter jet? What the hell? How come there are so many." Looking at the approaching targets, the Alanhill radar operators were a little not knowing what to do.
Of course they have seen such a densely packed 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? What are you kidding? This speed is already on par with the MiG-21..." A commander put the The report was handed to his superior, and he complained: "The Air Force has already intercepted, but there are too many opponents."
As they spoke, each wing was painted with golden The Eagle's Alanhill F-15, its engines roaring, climbed above the clouds.
In the past, the opponent's fighter jets were rarely able to reach this height. It can be said that it is the Absolute Domain of the Alanhill Air Force, which is a relatively safe flying altitude.
But today, the F-15, a heavy-duty air fighter fighter born to intercept the opponent's bombers, finally performed its own business in another world!
"Intercept the target! Prepare to launch the missile!" A fighter pilot wearing an oxygen mask, speaking in a low, muffled voice, whose eyes were blocked by helmet sights, told the friendly fighter pilots on his left and right sides. road.
"Understood!" All pilots turned on their radars and energized their underwing missiles. Then, they saw that those extremely fast targets had already entered their radar detection range!
"Launch! Launch!" There was a nervous shout in the earphones. These battle-hardened pilots immediately launched rows of AIM- 120 air-to-air missiles.
There was a long white smoke trail above the blue sky, and soon these F-15 fighter jets who were responsible for intercepting saw the targets they wanted to intercept.
"Turn around! Turn around! Demon fighter jets! Spread out! Climb up! Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!" The commander gave a hurried order, and one after another F-15 fighter jets began to head higher into the sky Climbing, the frenzied noise of the engine turning on afterburner resounded through the sky.
"How are they so fast! There's something wrong with this formation too! Damn it! Heck!" A pilot in the cockpit of an F-15 fighter jet found that the enemy fighter jet intercepted this time seemed completely different from the previous one .
The first is that the other party's flying speed is very fast, almost the limit of the speed of the F-15 fighter. Secondly, the flying height of these demon fighters is not right, obviously higher than ordinary demon fighters!
"bang!" A fighting missile hit the wing of a Demon fighter jet, exploding into a cloud of sparks.
The Alanhill pilot who shot down an enemy plane frowned and questioned loudly in the intercom: "They're not right! They're not right! These planes don't have evasive maneuvers! They don't have evasive maneuvers!"
"The formation of these planes isn't right either! They don't have formation! Or the formation is broken up." The pilot of another F-15 fighter jet, who was also in Wireless Electronics after shooting down a Demon fighter jet shouted in the communicator.
Accompanied by their doubts, these "demon fighter jets" continued to fly forward, and some even began to emit thick black smoke, looking like something had gone wrong.
"Damn, they're not going to bomb our base, are they?" the pilot of a fighter jet expressed his doubts.
It has to be said that human intuition is sometimes quite accurate. His guess was not too far from the actual situation.
"These planes don't look like someone is flying...they...they...are more like..." the other pilot said, unable to remember the word he wanted to say for a while .
"Large rocket..." The front-line commander in command of the operation suddenly realized something, and immediately pressed the communication switch with the base: "Angshire! Angshire These may not be demon fighter jets, these may be demon rockets! Intercept! Intercept all targets!"
In his shouts, the second batch of demon rockets appeared on the watch. Demon Fleet's AWACS radar screen.
And the demon troops of Setos are pushing more demon rockets onto the launch rails that are not very straight.
(end of this chapter)