Chapter 674
My Empire Chapter 674
2020-11-03
Chapter 674 Chapter 675 is so handsome"Hu! Hu!" The wingman who just staggered and climbed was not polite, two rattlesnakes The close combat missile blasted out from the outermost multi-mounted pylon under the fuselage of the F-14 fighter, with a dazzling tail, rushing towards the huge target.
Because of the existence of helmet sights, the two missiles drew a graceful arc in the sky, and then aimed at the black huge monster that had lost its speed.
But that dragon is obviously also experienced in combat. Although it lacks speed, it takes advantage of its flexibility.
I saw it twisted its huge head, aimed in the direction of the missile, opened its bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, and sprayed out a powerful black flame.
This is also a new opportunity for the dragons to get out of the missile lock-their flames can induce the failure of infrared-guided combat missiles, and they may also destroy incoming missiles to protect themselves.
However, this tactic requires skill, and it is not always effective, so there is no large-scale reversal on the battlefield.
"Huh!" The black flames spread out in the sky, and it looked very spectacular. The two fighting missiles were drowned in flames and disappeared in an instant.
In the next instant, a sidewinder fighting missile exploded in the black flame, making the group of black flame instantly more fiery-red.
The other Sidewinder missile also exploded ahead of time, and only part of the shrapnel penetrated the magic defense barrier on the front of the dragon, and was embedded in the thick armor of the dragon.
The slightly injured giant dragon screamed, flapping its fleshy wings and clumsily rushing towards the wingman who was turning and continuing to attack not far away.
But behind it, the lead pilot, who had already accelerated and got rid of it, had already used his helmet sights to lock on this huge monster that looked like two ordinary dragons.
"Card!" He opened the missile launch button on his joystick. The self-check before the missile launch has also been completed by the computer. On the pilot's helmet sight, the green indicator light starts. flashing.
The locked light spot was set on the huge fleshy body of black, and the pilot subconsciously pressed the attack button to fire.
"Phew!" A Sidewinder close-range combat missile broke away from the pylon, spewing a dazzling tail flame, and charged towards the dragon with a white smoke.
"Phew!" It only paused for less than a second, and the second missile also got out of the shackles of the missile pylon under the fuselage, and the press forward rushed to the target.
Two white smoke trails, one after the other, flew towards the target, like lightning blasting in the sky. The dragon's two fists were invincible to four hands, and the two missiles hit him firmly behind him.
Distant on the sea, on the deck of an unremarkable demonic battleship, Aresia looked up at this extraordinary aerial battle.
Alanhill Air Force's mechanical beauty left a deep impression on her. The kind of image that every acceleration is accompanied by thunder (engine afterburner noise), and every turn is like running through thunder, which is a feeling she likes.
"Your Majesty, do you want us to take action..." A villainous Demon General asked, holding the long sword around his waist, unable to resist.
In his opinion, if a few evil Demon Generals lead the shots together and shoot down these two damn human fighters, it's still something that can be done.
"No need." Aresia waved her hand: "That will only provoke more enemies. There is a very efficient means of communication between them, and the enemy will instantly judge our battle strength. , and then let the more difficult enemies come to find us."
"But if the dragon is shot down...they will come and attack us..." Another evil Demon General led whispered persuasion Advised: "Whether we take action or not, they will kill them."
"Then wait for them to kill them." Aresia laughed: "Anyway, the ship is sinking, we will fly back. It's not impossible."
She raised her head and looked towards the magic dragon that was blown up by the missile and fell from the sky, and said, "These planes are different from the planes that attacked our fleet before, so I Bet they won't attack us."
Above the sky, the leader who saw the dragon falling still did not let down his guard. After a circle in the sky, the F-14 fighter jet As if venting his hatred, he fired a fighting missile at the demon dragon, which had only struggled strength left.
The missile exploded at close range, creating countless shrapnel that nearly shattered one of the dragon's wings.
It was finally unable to support, and it fell rapidly, screaming and falling into the sea, causing a huge water column.
"Make sure the target has been shot down! Make sure the target has been shot down." The wingmen are higher and have better visibility. They confirmed that the dragon had been shot down. As for whether the target was dead or not, it was not something they could figure out.
This is not on land. Watching the dragon smash its guts to pieces, you can fully confirm that the target has been eliminated. Dragons that fall into the sea are generally not killed immediately - of course, they will not live for too long, and they will drown soon, after all, they are not creatures in the sea.
"Have you seen that demon battleship over there?" The wingman asked again through the intercom after confirming that the demon dragon was shot down.
"Saw...a fish that escaped the net." The lead pilot replies as he climbs to altitude.
"Are we going to attack?" came the voice of the wingman who was eager to have a try.
"Slave the cannon? No kidding. I don't want to risk a fighter jet worth more than 30 million gold coins." The lead pilot shouted the head.
"If the other party has a magic attack and the fighter is injured, we will have to write dozens of pages of reports..." The radar operator is also reluctant to take the risk: "We can launch a few air-to-air missiles at it, but There is a lot of clutter on the sea surface, and the AIM-120 may not hit the target."
"What if there is a demonic high-level commander on that battleship?" The wingman asked a little reluctantly.
"Well, what do you think our past would be like if there was a Demon King in it? The Demon King would praise our courage, then let us go, pat our wings, and say: 'young Man, your plane is really handsome!'." The pilot of the lead pilot teased: "Go back, send the coordinates of this ship to the wing headquarters, and see if they are willing to arrange another group of planes to attack... ..."
"hahahaha!" the wingman's pilot laughed. He also knew that if the Demon King shot, even if there were a few evil Demon Generals, their two planes would not get anything cheap.
The sound of the engine roaring echoed between the sea and the sky, and the two fighter jets circled in the sky before disappearing into the clouds in the distance.
Aresia, who watched the two planes disappear into the sky on the deck, withdrew her gaze: "Their planes are really handsome!"
(End of this chapter)