Chapter 1000
My Empire Chapter 1000
2020-11-03
Chapter 1000 1002 AngerWes is really worried about his fuel, and he is indeed running out of fuel. Not only was he out of fuel, but his magical energy reserves were nearly depleted.
If the magic energy is exhausted first, he can only restore the fighter to the normal speed, that is to say, the new fighter after depleting the magic has no special enhancement in speed.
Continuing to reluctantly accelerate will cause the plane to disintegrate, which is no different from suicide.
It's even more embarrassing when the fuel runs out. When the time comes, Wes has to return to end the exercise. In theory, his challenge can only be considered a loss...
He doesn't want to lose this exercise, although he is not a competitive person, but he just doesn't want to lose this exercise now!
In his heart, there is such an obsession, that he can't bury this super fighter, can't let its first appearance be dusted, and can't let its first battle fail!
Just as he was trying to figure out how to go back and give those fighters a fatal blow, his radar alarm sounded again.
The speed of this super fighter has soared to nearly 5,000 kilometers per hour. It sprints forward and can fly close to 100 kilometers in one minute.
The speed of the F-14 fighter jet rushing towards him has also soared to more than twice the speed of sound, so the distance between them was shortened in an instant.
Wes was also the first time he encountered such a head-on target. When his radar detected the opponent, he was already less than 200 kilometers away from the opponent.
Then, a few seconds later, his radar calculated the basic altitude and direction of the other party, and the distance between them had already shortened a lot.
After Wes heard that the opponent's radar had locked on him and the radar alarm sounded, the distance between them was ready to launch AIM-120 missiles.
"Aim for the target!" Wes pointed his nose at the oncoming target in the distance, then gently pulled the red trigger on the joystick.
"Electrify the electromagnetic cannon! Fire!" The computer helped him complete the following series of actions. After a short attack, Wes gently pulled his joystick to let his The aircraft rushed towards each other with a slightly altered elevation angle.
"You've been shot down! You've been shot down!" Inside the Lynx 3 fighter jet, which was charging towards him, the sound of the exercise referee's alert sounded, and the pilots of the fighter jets were confused and even forgot to adjust own flight path.
His wingman has also been notified of the crash. Likewise, they have just launched two AIM-120 BVR air-to-air missiles, and haven't had time to do anything else.
"What? Our missile didn't hit it, its missile can hit me?" On the Lynx 3 fighter, the pilot looked back towards his radar officer.
The radar man spread his hands: "I don't know anything, we just got locked by the radar for twenty seconds...unless that plane has a missile ten times the speed of sound!"
"I think we must have been tricked by the referee team!" The driver of Bobcat No. 3 sat upright again and looked towards the front.
His tone barely fell, and a dark figure rushed over his cockpit. He didn't even see clearly what it was that rushed over.
The loud noise made him hear clearly through the headphones, and the turbulent airflow swayed the F-14 fighter he was driving, causing the small fighter to float up and down. It took a long time to stabilize her body.
"What was that just now?" The driver's voice, who finally came back to his senses, was full of fear and panic.
"I... didn't see clearly..." The radar operator also saw the shadow and heard the deafening noise.
"That damn bastard almost hit me!" After being scared, the pilot of the wingman scolded: "He is only 200 meters away from me! Bastard! Bastard!"
"The plane just rushed over! The AIM-120 missile was thrown away by him! At least that's what the referee said." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter finally figured out everything at this time.
What they just saw is the monster that can turn at four times the speed of sound. The other side flew over their heads provocatively, and by the way "shot down" both of their planes.
It was supposed to be a head-on outflank, and they were ready to attack. But everything came too suddenly, they were divided within 2two minutes, unfortunately, the winner was not them.
"We failed!" the Bobcat 4 fighter pilot reported on the channel in frustration that he had been shot down.
"It passed us by and we can't see it now." The pilot of the Bobcat 3 fighter tore off his oxygen mask and said unwillingly, overlooking the clouds in the distance.
It's a pity that no one cares about them who have been shot down on the public channel now. Just now, within 1 minute, we circled Wes, which was nearly 100 kilometers, and found an opportunity to send the four returning F-16 fighter jets out of the game in one go.
Because it was a tail-biting attack, the opponent didn't even notice his existence, and was "shot down" with no difficulty.
From the beginning of the battle to the present, the imaginary enemy platoon has lost about one third of its troops. At the same time as the morale plummeted, the ammunition was rapidly consumed.
Most of the fighters that were shot down were shot down with full ammunition. This further accelerates the decay of the hypothetical enemy's platoon battle strength.
However, during the entire engagement process, the imaginary enemy platoon had almost figured out the powerful performance of the fighter Wes was driving.
The feeling of underestimating the enemy no longer exists, and all the pilots are cautiously up, which makes Wes lose many good attack opportunities.
Just as Wes returned to the battle circle again and shot down two F-14 fighter jets in one go, the two barely accelerated to supersonic speed, and the F-14 that had just reached the edge of the battle circle 16 fighters, and he collided with a full.
Both sides were taken aback by the other and even threatened to collide. After all, everyone's speed is very fast, and the F-16 fighter jet cannot even make evasive actions because of its speed.
Just as Wes avoided the route, the F-16 fighter jet, which had only carried close-range combat missiles, decisively launched two Sidewinder missiles in front of the fleeting opportunity. .
Four training rounds detached from the F-16's wings, while computer simulations of the attack realised that the missiles had a high chance of hitting the superfighter piloted by Wes, who was climbing.
Wes was also nervous, because it was the first time he had heard such a dense beep from an infrared alarm. This means that an infrared-guided warhead has locked onto him and is at a very close range.
He just passed by the F-16 fighter jets, obviously these missiles were fired by the two F-16 fighter jets that should not be at this altitude and should not be here.
Weiss' nose radar was not always able to receive his own radar beam signal because he was doing high-gauge maneuvers all the time. Therefore, Wes's radar detection ability is actually intermittent.
This is also a kind of frustration with too good maneuverability and too fast speed - unless he keeps flying straight, or he is likely to throw off the returning radar beam due to overload maneuvering, and then lose his lock or detected target.
So in fact Wes didn't spot the two F-16s that stumbled into his flight path and gave them a chance to fire.
It was too late to speak, and Wes had already heard the beeping sound of his infrared receiving alarm device, which formed a long beeping sound.
This shows that those infrared-guided Sidewinder missiles are about to enter the effective attack range of the explosive fragments.
In an instant, Wes pulled the joystick, adjusted the direction of the tail nozzle, and made a continuous pulling action. At the same time, at the moment of avoiding his original route, a series of infrared decoys were ejected from the abdomen of the super fighter.
Because of the speed, it was as if the super fighter had exploded in the air, and the decoys were scattered and gorgeous.
Wes felt the strong vibration from the fuselage of his plane, and because of the huge overload he also felt that his internal organs had been attached to his back.
On the other side, the pilot of the F-16 fighter jet, who felt that he had succeeded in attacking, heard the conclusion given by the referee team in the headset: "The other side has thrown away your infrared combat missile..."
There was an uproar in Wireless Electronics, and everyone thought the exercise was unfair. They thought they were an invincible iron army, but the other party was a rare beast who was not within the scope of common sense judgment!
"Continue to intercept it! I want to see! That pilot, how long can he last under such a high-intensity overload maneuver!" Can't stop getting angry.
Half of his troops were brutally killed, and half of the ammunition for the rest had been destroyed. In this state, victory was almost an extravagant hope.
Even if the opponent finally returns due to lack of fuel, and their imaginary enemy platoon barely wins the exercise, it will not make their faces light up - since the establishment of the Alanhill Imperial Air Force to the present, there has been no self-improvement. Losing more than a dozen aircraft and letting the enemy escape and return!
In the worst few times, the interception of Vivian did not lose so many planes. The time when the giant puppet of the puppet empire was intercepted, although a lot of planes were lost, the opponent was not able to retreat completely, right?
Now, the Colonel Commander of the imaginary enemy platoon is not thinking about winning this exercise, he wants to shoot down this target! Even if the entire army is annihilated, he will shoot down the opponent! He really got angry and "killed".
In the sky, the rumbling sound of the engine is still one after another. The tracks of one after another white are criss-crossed, some are fading away, some are still extending forward.
Wes glanced at his fuel gauge, then at his remaining ammunition, pushed the joystick, and started a new round of dives…”
The two Heavenly Dragon spirits are a little busy, so I won't make up for it.
(end of this chapter)