Chapter 999
My Empire Chapter 999
2020-11-03
Chapter 999 1001 Fuel consumption"I said... this is not the time to be joking, right?" The unclear-looking enemy plane streaked across the sky again, said an F-15 fighter pilot.
His tone barely fell, and the atmosphere of the battlefield became tense again. That damn monster seemed to see that the pilot of the imaginary enemy fighter platoon was in a mess, and turned a strange angle again. rushed back to the battlefield.
The Hunter 1 fighter pilot, who had just restored the altitude to 7,000 meters, looked up at the "enemy plane" flying horizontally overhead, and loudly reminded his companions to be careful: "Attention! Attention! Overhead Overhead! It's flying past 3 o'clock!"
"Climb! Climb!" In a panic, the pilot of an F-15 fighter pulled his joystick, letting his F- 15 began to climb rapidly.
However, this so-called rapid climb, in front of that new fighter jet whose climb height is as fast as a rocket, can really be said to be climbing...rising.
The speed of this F-15 fighter jet seems to be crawling slowly. After all, the climbing speed of 200 meters per second is really too slow.
That damn weird fighter on the opposite side climbs almost twice as fast as the F-15!
In terms of speed, that thing should not belong to the category of fighter jets, it should be called a rocket! Or some other mess!
So, this monster rampaged in front of the fighter force, making all the fighter pilots messed up.
Almost subconsciously, the experienced pilots figured out the most straightforward way to get rid of the enemy—climbing. Because after all, in the long battles in the past, they have always had the advantage of speed, and climbing can often throw off their opponents with no difficulty.
Unfortunately, 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 dying.
As a result, another F-15 fighter jet was judged to be damaged, and the imaginary enemy platoon had lost three F-15 fighter jets!
Hearing the news that his wingman was "shot down", the annoyed Hunter 3 questioned on the Wireless Electronics channel: "Who is calling for a climb? Isn't this a death sentence?"
"Order correction! Order 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, can the F-15 fighter increase its speed to more than twice the speed of sound. At this time, it can barely make up for the speed gap between the two sides.
"Gentlemen! Did you miss us?" Just as the F-15 fighter unit was battered and exhausted against the damn monster fighter, a fairy chime sounded in the earphones, making everyone Both sighed in relief.
"You pull out of the battlefield! Restore altitude! Let's cover! Let's cover!" A firm voice commanded in the communication channel.
After this order, four F-14 fighter jets with their wings adjusted to the swept state at an altitude of 10,000 meters rushed into the battlefield at a speed of more than 2 times.
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 leaving our scanning area! Fire! Fire!" In the leading F-14 fighter, the commander gave the 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 escapes the control of the plane and then falls with white smoke - this thing is basically a counterweight, something that simulates the flight state of the fighter jet before the missile is launched.
Meanwhile, in another F-14 following the F-14 fighter, the radar operator also pressed the missile launch button: "Lynx 6 launches missile! It's almost Out of lock!"
"That thing is accelerating! That thing is continuing to accelerate! Can it accelerate at this speed? Hell!" The radar operator on the Bobcat 5 fighter jet fired four After the AIM-120 simulated the missile, he looked at the radar screen and shouted in surprise.
"It doesn't matter! He is rushing towards the Bobcat No. 3 on the flank... Head-on attack... The probability of success will be higher, right?" 7 fighter pilot said.
Because he was slightly behind the aircraft group, he had lost the angle of attack, and the opponent had left his radar lock area. This speed really shocked him.
Wes, sitting in the cab of the new fighter jet, was actually feeling the pressure at this time. He has been flying at twice or even three times the speed of sound, constantly turning, and doing large overload maneuvers beyond common sense.
Although these exciting actions successfully threw off the opponent's radar lock, they also caused a lot of burden to his body.
Actually, he already felt his blood tumbling in his body, and he was even very uncomfortable at the limit.
But this feeling of controlling the speed is really "cool", and it makes him want to stop: this kind of transcendence that can surpass everyone and all attacks is something he has never experienced before.
So he gritted his teeth and persevered, persevered, pushed the afterburner again, and with absolute speed, once again flung away those incoming AIM-120 air-to-air missiles.
Weiss was more reluctant to face close-range combat missiles than the larger, heavier AIM-120 BVR missiles.
The Sidewinder is faster and more agile, making it difficult to get out of the way when approaching, and Wes has to work a little harder.
Just now, when he threw off the Sidewinder missile, his physical condition was as strong as him, and there was a brief black-sighted phenomenon - Wes is really curious now, what exactly is the super fighter he controls? There is no limit!
He thinks there should be, but the limit of this machine may be far beyond the limit of his body.
The radar alarm was beeping all the time, and he also knew that all his directions were now the fighter jets of the imaginary enemy's exercise unit.
Whether it is the radar of the early warning aircraft, or the radar on the F-15 and F-14 fighters of the imaginary enemy platoon, they will keep illuminating him and trying to lock him.
And those radar-guided air-to-air missiles are also targeting him with the seeker-only if they get rid of these and eliminate these "enemies" blocking the way, this exercise is perfect for him. .
"You guys are really annoying!" He gritted his teeth and muttered, overcoming the dizziness of the blood rushing to his brain, and once again accelerated the plane to an unimaginable level.
A little bump! His super fighter began to bump up slightly. A more brilliant light appeared on the surface of the fighter, isolating the air that was rubbing outside.
The two magic energy engines, which are completely protected by magic, are outputting surging power with unprecedented power, and the sprayed tail flame is restless.
Wes can't actually hear most of the engine noise. Those sounds that travel through the air have actually been left far behind him.
The huge roaring noise he could hear was actually the sound that traveled along the solid body through the body of the plane. But even so, the voice he faced could already be described by the word huge.
The dense "beep" sound of the radar alarm began to slow down, and the flashing lights indicating the direction of the radar beam began to go out. On Wes's helmet-mounted display, there were only a few distant radar beams, still banging on the shell of his craft.
On the other side, there was a voice of regret in the F-14 reinforcement channel that finally obtained the attack window.
"It's all thrown away? Isn't it?" The pilot who was temporarily promoted to the commander of the Lynx team on the Lynx 5 fighter jet shouted depressed.
"Did the exercise judge cheat?" The Bobcat 6 fighter jet, who followed the Bobcat 5, looked at the fading track in the sky, and shouted full of doubts.
Of course they don't know yet. The team leader who has been shot down, the pilot of Lynx 1, and his wingman pilot, have almost the same idea as them.
The two fighter pilots who were sent off are communicating with Wireless Electronics at this moment, asking the ground referee team to review the battle records...
"We don't have many missiles. Now..." The pilot of Lynx 5 checked his armament and found that he was carrying 10 AIM-120 missiles, and now there are only 6 left.
The wingman is about the same as him, and the remaining Bobcats 7 and 8 haven't had a chance to fire missiles, 9 and 10 are coming, and they have plenty of ammunition.
The F-15 Hunter Squad, who had shot down several planes, was even worse: they had just nearly run out of ammunition, leaving most of them with only combat missiles to use.
"This is not very good..." The pilots of the imaginary enemy platoon, whose confidence was hit by the new weapons, whispered in the channel.
On the early warning aircraft, the commander of the colonel grabbed the communicator and comforted his men: "Steady! That new plane is so fast, the fuel consumption may not be low... It just did an overload maneuver like that... It is estimated that the fuel is also starting to be tight!"
But his words are more like a kind of irony: the dignified imaginary enemy platoon, the ace troop with dozens of ace pilots, is actually in a dozens to one exercise. , expecting the other party to return without fuel, and want to win with this... This is really not a glorious thing in itself.
"The F-16 fighter forces that cast their nets should move closer to the AWACS!" Colonel commander reluctantly issued an order to change the War Section Department, he was afraid that the other party would really come to his AWACS. Trouble, the escort of 4 F-15 fighter jets does not seem so solid now...
(end of this chapter)