Chapter 1796: 1797 is out of reach
Chapter 1796 1797 is beyond our reach
"Good guy, there is really a plane taking off to intercept us." In the cockpit of the White Swan strategic bomber of the Tang Empire, the co-pilot saw the light spots displayed on the radar screen.
After they entered the enemy's hinterland, they kept the radar on to search and alert for possible threats ahead. Because they know very well that enemy aircraft that can threaten them will only appear directly in front of them.
Enemy aircraft that try to approach from the side will only be thrown farther and farther away by the height and speed of the White Swan. No other country's aircraft in the world can fly better than the White Swan at an altitude of nearly 15,000 meters. faster.
If necessary, their bombers can fly at an altitude of more than 15,000 meters at 1.5 times the speed of sound. This speed is a headache even for F-22 fighter jets, let alone things like the Saber.
"Then let's make them more desperate." The captain on the main pilot showed a cruel smile, and then raised his flight altitude again.
At this altitude, the temperature is already very low and the air is quite thin. Under normal circumstances, the engines of single-engine jet fighters are basically unable to work properly at this altitude.
The four terrifying engines equipped by White Swan are still running normally and providing surging output. The four flames extended backwards, and the rearward wings were close to the fuselage, making the aircraft look like a diving bird.
The remaining four bombers also began to climb, and their speeds also increased. From the supersonic speed just now, they gradually approached one and a half times the speed of sound.
At Dorn's ground radar station deployed in the mainland, the radar soldier who was staring at the screen widened his eyes: it was the first time in his life that he had seen an aircraft that could fly above 10,000 meters. As a result, the radar now showed that the opponent's altitude had exceeded The 13,000-meter mark.
Now these targets are still climbing. If he were not sure that his radar was not malfunctioning, he would now begin to doubt whether these parameters were true.
"The enemy plane... the enemy plane is still climbing..." He looked at his commander and said something that even he himself didn't quite believe.
"What? Wasn't the height just now about 12,500 meters?" After the commander of the radar station heard this data, his first reaction was that he didn't believe it.
But the radar soldier pointed helplessly at the screen and explained: "They are still climbing. Now, the current altitude is 13,200 meters!"
The higher the height, the higher the difficulty of interception. Every few dozen meters added is already very scary, let alone an increase of 200 meters all at once...
"Are you kidding..." The commander moved closer to the radar screen, only to find that the altitude marked on the radar was still growing: 13,210 meters, 13,215 meters...
"What kind of monster did the Datang Air Force create..." The commander of the radar station swallowed, and then grabbed the intercom next to him: "This is Radar Station No. 41! This is Radar Station No. 41, signal It shows that the altitude of the enemy aircraft has changed, the altitude is 13,220...no, two hundred and thirty meters! The flight speed is still increasing...the heading has not changed...repeat...the altitude of the enemy aircraft has changed..."
In the cockpit of the Saber fighter that was climbing desperately, the pilot heard the sound from the ground navigation radar station. At this time, he even wanted to curse. What does it mean that the altitude of the enemy plane is still changing? Well, that’s 13,000 meters! That was the limit that he had to fly over desperately for the cannon to barely touch!
If the opponent was a few hundred meters higher, his plane wouldn't even have a chance to touch it, so what's the point of his desperate climb?
"The altitude has exceeded my ceiling. Repeat, the opponent's altitude has exceeded my ceiling. Request to return, request to return." After thinking for a few seconds, or in other words, mentally scolding those idiots at the ground radar station, The pilot pressed the switch of the intercom and reported his thoughts.
Just kidding, he couldn't intercept him at that height. If he didn't go back to sleep at this time, would he still want to get up close and embarrass himself?
What to do? Watching the enemy planes leave below? Is there anything more embarrassing than this? Seeing the other person flying over your head, but like a child, you can't reach the adult's head?
Of course he didn't know about the "Are all the MSs in the Federation monsters?", but he still complained in his mind, "Why do the Tang Empire always have so many monsters?"
"Continue the interception mission! Didn't you bring a camera with you? Record the target image as much as possible... We need to collect the performance and appearance data of the enemy's weapons and equipment." The order from the ground command came through the earphones.
The pilot agreed impatiently, and then continued to fly his plane towards the target as planned.
The two Type 262 ground attack aircraft approaching from the side were forced to return because their combat radius was too short and they had no pursuit performance.
There was no way, they took off too late, so they could only try to chase from the side, but their speed was impossible to catch up with the white swan, so they could only leave in frustration.
Farther south, there are four Saber fighter jets coming. It's a pity that they don't have the ability to climb to such a high place to fight, so they can only wait and wait on the way of the white swan.
Along with the roar of the engine and the vibration of the plane, Dorne's pilot found that frost had begun to form on the outer shell of his plane.
It was extremely cold at this moment, and he could feel the temperature outside dropping sharply while sitting in the cabin. At this moment, he saw the target he wanted to intercept, dragging a long white cloud and flying over his head.
Obviously, as the altitude increases, his climbing speed also decreases sharply. Therefore, he had missed the opportunity to intercept. Even if the opponent did not continue to climb, he could only watch the opponent leave.
Now this Saber fighter is more difficult to control than a dead pig. The control stick is as heavy as a stone. Any attempt to change the operation of the aircraft will cause the corresponding speed of the aircraft to be extremely slow.
With great difficulty, the Dornish pilot on the Saber pointed his nose at the white swan that had gone away, and then started taking pictures with his camera equipment.
Black and white photos were recorded one after another. They were images of five aircraft that looked similar to black dots, trailing white smoke and disappearing into the distance. And this photo is the first photo of the white swan on the battlefield. Soon these photos will be known to everyone, and many people will know that the Tang Empire has created another terrifying war monster!