Chapter 1788: 1789 Still the same result

Chapter 1788: 1789 Still the same result

Chapter 1788 1789 Still the same result

Although the battle on the ground returned to calm, and both sides continued to prepare for the next life-and-death struggle, the battle in the sky did not subside, and became more and more intense.

In order to cover the actions of our own ground troops, the coalition's air power was uncharacteristically taking off planes desperately, trying to maintain the balance of power in a short period of time and protect the retreat of our own ground troops.

Yes, it was covering the attack at first, but now it is covering the retreat. Hundreds of thousands of troops want to retreat to a safe position, and it is impossible to do so without air cover.

It's just that the things that the coalition forces can fly into the sky are far inferior to the Tang Army's main fighter Yinglonglai.

Above the blue sky, another less fierce battle was quietly staged. The protagonist is the Yinglong fighter jet, the pride of the Tang Empire's aviation industry, and its prey is the modified F-86 Saber, a relatively advanced jet fighter equipped by the coalition forces.

The manufacturing process design ideas and main performance of both sides are not products of the same era. When the Saber fighter enters the battlefield, it is not even clear in which direction the enemy is.

They don't even have the guidance of ground radar, so they can only rely on themselves: after all, ground radar stations are also afraid of being greeted by anti-radiation missiles, so they usually choose not to turn on their computers.

The two patrolling Saber fighter jets entered the combat zone in a confused manner and could only rely on their own judgment to fly.

Radio navigation on the ground is very inaccurate, so like many pilots during World War II, they still need to check the map in their hands and compare it with the terrain under their feet to determine their location.

Opposite them, the early warning aircraft that had captured the prey had sent the relevant coordinate parameters of the enemy aircraft to the Yinglong fighter formation on duty.

In the past few days, most of the fighter jets taken off by the coalition forces never returned. However, in order to interfere with the Tang Empire's air strikes, the coalition forces had to sacrifice some aircraft and pilots to ensure the smooth progress of ground operations. .

The Yinglong fighter jet, with its streamlined fuselage, sharp nose, wide wingspan and iconic canard layout, shows a cold and elegant beauty, like a knight in silver armor, flying through the air. among the clouds.

The two F-86 Sabers, although proven to be outdated and backward, still took off with tenacity and stubbornness to face their destiny. Just like an experienced veteran, he is still in his dying years but ready to use all his strength to defend his own glory.

Because of Tang Mo's time travel, these two war eagles that spanned the ages were able to compete under the same sky. The old side is extremely tragic, and the new side is full of sharpness.

The Tang Empire Air Force pilot wearing a sight on his head slightly lowered his head and glanced at his monitor. He had turned on the radar and started scanning.

In the sharp nose fairing, the powered radar has begun to emit invisible beams, spreading forward and covering a cone-shaped range in front of the Yinglong fighter.

Soon, two light spots with altitude markers appeared on the radar. The enemy plane's position was clear, and its speed had been measured simultaneously.

Although Tang Jun's pilot was not very experienced, he was familiar with the fighter jets he controlled and knew how terrifying the performance of this aircraft was. As long as he followed the step-by-step instructions in the manual, there was no chance that enemy planes would threaten him.

The gloved fingers nimbly opened the protective cover on the aircraft control stick, and then pressed the red launch button. The plane's fuselage trembled slightly, and a missile detached from its pylon, ignited and rushed towards an invisible place.

"I've locked it!" A voice with a slight electric sound came from under the oxygen mask. The dark black lenses reflected the sunlight outside the cabin cover, making it difficult to see the pilot's face clearly.

"Missile launch." He said the command calmly, and a line of white smoke was already connected from under his wing to the distance.

He is well aware of the absolute superiority in performance of the fighter he is flying: the advanced radar system, powerful thrust vectoring engine, and formidable super maneuverability are all powerful weapons against old enemy aircraft. As long as he doesn't let them get close to him, he can play tricks on the two poor pilots on the other side.

Opposite him, in the cockpits of two Saber fighter jets, alarms were blaring, reminding the pilots in the cockpit that they were being targeted.

The coalition pilots who immediately started to take evasive maneuvers in the aircraft actually did not have much experience. Because many pilots were shot down during their first combat, it was difficult for any experience to be passed down and retained.

They can only operate according to the legendary avoidance process. As for whether it is easy to use or not, it is actually self-evident: if it is really easy to use, then there will not be so few pilots who can safely return to the base where they took off. .

Most pilots would be shot down and then parachute back to their units: as for their planes, they would basically never be able to bring them back.

"We have been locked! Avoid! Avoid!" A distance of dozens of kilometers is not long for a fighter jet. Time flies by. In the blink of an eye, the two Saber fighter pilots separated from the formation, one on the left and the other on the right. .

The engines roared in the sky, and many coalition soldiers on the ground looked up at the planes roaring overhead.

They can often see such a scene these days, and the terrifying sound of the jet fighter makes everyone fearful.

A few seconds later, a Saber fighter jet that was making a sharp turn hit an oncoming stream of white smoke. From the ground, it looks like it has hit an invisible wall in the sky.

In just an instant, the Saber fighter shattered into parts scattered in the air. The flames of the explosion engulfed the pilot, and only a billowing black smoke remained after the explosion.

In the cockpit of the Saber fighter jet that was turning in the distance, the pilot was still controlling his plane amidst the annoying sirens. He didn't want to end up like his wingman, so he tried his best to change his flight trajectory.

The blood in the body rushed to the same place due to the huge overload. The coalition pilot felt dizzy and almost fainted. But he persevered and stayed conscious while making evasive maneuvers.

The next second, a pointed radar-guided air-to-air missile passed by the Saber fighter and circled not far away, but lost altitude due to lack of power.

It was only then that the pilot from Lanes saw the fatal threat clearly: a small flying stick that looked very slender...

That thing has a pointed nose and some sharp tail fins at the back. The reason he could see this clearly was because the thing seemed to have run out of power after turning rapidly. "What a risk..." He muttered secretly in his heart, and then began to search the entire sky through the canopy covered with iron bars.

Where exactly is the enemy? He has no idea. He had no means of detection, and the only thing he could rely on was his own eyes and the powered sight directly in front of him.

That thing has a certain amplification effect, but the optical effect of this little bit of amplification is not at the same level as radar.

Where is the enemy? While he kept searching, he tried to think of ways to change his flying altitude. He had just performed a series of maneuvers, which caused him to lose a lot of altitude.

If he does not climb back, he is likely to lack potential energy when he is attacked next time, resulting in insufficient countermeasures and making himself more likely to be shot down.

But what he didn't know was that climbing would only make his radar reflection more obvious. Without the interference of ground clutter, the other party would only see him more clearly.

"The missile has failed!" Seeing that the light spot on the radar screen did not disappear, the Tang Army's fighter pilot reported his status in surprise: "I am preparing to launch the second medium-range missile...the radar has locked the target."

He aimed his nose at the climbing enemy plane as much as possible, and then pressed the launch button: "Missile launch!"

In fact, the distance between the two sides was getting closer. It only took a shorter time for the second missile to enter the attack range of the active radar.

Under the sharp missile fairing, the missile's radar illuminated the target. The flexible wings disturbed the airflow, and the missile flew rapidly towards the Saber fighter.

The pilot of the Saber fighter once again saw the small red light on his side begin to flash, and at the same time, the annoying warning alarm sounded rapidly again.

This means that he has been locked on, and there is a continuous radar beam illuminating the aircraft he is on. So he had to accelerate quickly and change the direction of his nose.

Turning around and flying back is obviously the most effective tactic to increase the difficulty of the opponent's missile attack and shorten the attack window of the opponent's missile.

After locking its target, the air-to-air missile dragged a long white tail smoke and rushed towards the Sabre fighter.

On the ground, countless Lines soldiers were cheering for their air force. But they saw the friendly sabers turning rapidly, and then a white smoke trail bit into their country's aircraft.

"Get away! Get away..." Although a group of infantrymen couldn't help, they still encouraged their pilots. They clenched their fists and kept shouting slogans, as if they could save their pilots by doing so.

Just as they chanted slogans, the Saber fighter jet that was escaping rapidly in the sky made a sharp turn. It can be seen that this is the most exaggerated maneuver it can make.

But the missile following it was even more exaggerated. It drew an even more incredible trajectory and bit the saber that was turning.

Yes, Tang Jun's missile even chose a path that seemed closer, effectively intercepting and killing the Saber fighter that seemed to be struggling.

Amidst the roar of the engine, the pilot in the Saber fighter finally collapsed from the pressure. He couldn't stand the siren that kept screaming, nor could he stand the danger of being killed at any time.

So he pulled the ejection device under his crotch, and the hatch cover was suddenly lifted by a small explosive. The surrounding airflow suddenly became chaotic, rolling up the clothes of the pilot of the Lions Empire and flapping his leather jacket.

The rocket propulsion device under the seat was activated, ejecting the pilot and the seat under his **** out of the cockpit. The Saber fighter lost its pilot, and what was left shook in the air.

A second later, Tang Jun's air-to-air missile accurately hit the Saber fighter whose engine was still working. The flames instantly engulfed the plane's wings, causing it to disintegrate into pieces in the sky.

At this time, the pilot of the Lyons Empire who was parachuting saw the graceful Yinglong fighter jet in the distance.

Frankly speaking, this was the first time he had ever seen such a beautiful aircraft. Just by looking at the lines, he knew it was definitely a work of art.

Although he didn't know what each part was for, this brief encounter left a deep impression on the parachuting Lynes pilot.

That Tang Empire fighter jet actually had double vertical tails! And two engines! And the size is quite huge. Even without getting close, this basic information was enough to shock the pilot.

Suddenly he felt a sense of powerlessness. No matter how hard he tried, the technical gap between the two sides could not be changed! Tang Jun's aircraft was so advanced that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make up for the gap between the two sides.

The Lions soldiers standing on the ground also lamented at this time: they were full of hope at the beginning, but in the end they always saw their planes shot down.

Although they have seen this scene countless times, they still hope to see a different result. Unfortunately, they never saw such a result. Fortunately, they saw the friendly pilot who escaped by parachuting at the last moment.

This is already quite difficult, because many times the opponent's missiles directly hit the aircraft, and the coalition pilots did not even have the opportunity to parachute.

Therefore, these infantrymen of the Lines Empire still cheered, cheering for the white parachute flower blooming in the sky: at least, their people survived, which is also worthy of celebration.

However, to the commander of the Lions Empire standing not far away, the situation was not so pleasing to the eye: the Lions Empire's Saber fighter jets disintegrated and exploded in the air, while the Lions Empire soldiers on the ground were waving their fists and cheering... The scene was indescribably weird.

"That's enough! Shut them up!" The officer from the Lions Empire frowned and ordered in a cold tone.