Chapter 1797: 1798 Shot down an enemy plane
Chapter 1797 1798 Shooting down an enemy plane
The five departing White Swans left a deep impression on Dorne's pilots. Even if the huge aircraft was looked up from such a distant place, it was still difficult to look away.
Is it really possible for humans to move forward quickly dragging a long white trail at an altitude of 15,000 meters?
There was a voice on the Eastern Continent before, saying that humans would never be able to break through the speed of sound, and this voice was still so confident.
It wasn't until the Tang Empire began to export Type 104 fighter jets that things finally came to a halt. It turned out that humans could not only break the speed of sound, but could also touch the threshold of twice the speed of sound at an altitude of several thousand meters.
It's just that Dorn is not qualified to buy the 104 fighter jet. It has been at war with the Tang Empire, so he can only buy the relatively backward saber from Cyric, and the 262 improved model from the elves.
There was no way for these aircraft to fly beyond the speed of sound at such a height, so Dorne's pilots could only watch as those targets gradually disappeared from their sight.
"Report...the target did not change course, their altitude exceeded 13,000 meters, and the interception failed. Repeat, the target did not change course, their altitude exceeded 13,000 meters, and the interception failed." Dorn's pilot controlled the plane back to safety at about 10,000 meters. altitude, while turning on the intercom to report the situation to the ground command.
Considering the opponent's speed and height, let alone their Sabres, which are only equipped with cannons, even the advanced version that can hang Sidewinders may not be able to intercept them.
Because the range of the Sidewinder combat missile is only a few thousand meters, whether it can catch up with it from behind is still a question mark. What's even more terrible is that the missile's wings have little effect at this height, and its flexibility is greatly affected.
"You can return..." In the ground command headquarters, the officer in charge of the interception operation reluctantly issued the order to return. An unsuccessful interception is just a mission failure. If the plane crashes, that's another matter.
The current national situation is difficult, and any aircraft is precious and cannot be lost easily. You must know that those aircraft manufacturers work overtime every day, and all the aircraft they build are sent to the front line, but they really don't get much from the rear.
Didn’t you see that many air forces in the southeast are still equipped with propeller aircraft? It’s not that these troops are not in a hurry to replace themselves with jet aircraft, but there really are no jet aircraft for them to replace them with.
On the other side, another formation responsible for interception also approached the White Swan bomber formation. The four Sabers were at full power and tried to climb to a position where they could fire. However, they found that their altimeters were already close to 13,200 meters, and they were still some distance from the opponent. distance.
"Ground command, please confirm the target altitude! Ground command, please confirm the target altitude!" In the small cockpit, the pilot, who already felt that the temperature was a little too low, called the ground tower over and over again.
When they took off to perform the interception mission, they were talking about an altitude of 13,000 meters, but now they were almost destroying their aircraft. They were approaching 13,200 meters, and there was still no chance to fire.
"We are confirming... There may be an error in altitude. Now the radar shows that the other party's altitude is close to 14,500 meters... I think there may be an instrument failure..."
"The radar is malfunctioning? Do you think my altimeter is also malfunctioning?" The pilot, who could clearly feel that his plane was beginning to lose control, anxiously questioned: "I am already diving now, and the engine is not working stably. I'm worried it will stall."
Because this altitude has exceeded the practical ceiling of the Saber fighter, it can only start to dive after sprinting. Just like a fish rushing out of the water, even a flying fish can only start to dive back into potential energy after reaching the peak of kinetic energy. The four Sabers began to lose altitude in unison, and the pilot of one Sabre began to nervously adjust the status of his aircraft. It was no longer under control, and ice seemed to have formed on the wings. The entire aircraft was dizzy, like a drunkard, stumbling toward the clouds beneath my feet.
"No. 4 has a malfunction, it is falling! I saw it lost control!" In the cockpit of fighter No. 3, the lead pilot looked nervously at his wingman who was falling out of control and shouted loudly.
Because of the lack of performance, even just following the opponent is sometimes very torturous. The four Saber fighter jets that took off to intercept could not only watch the enemy's plane fly away, but they might also lose a victory on their side.
"Pull up! No. 4! Pull up! Pull out!" In the No. 1 fighter jet responsible for frontline command, the pilot adjusted the status of his aircraft while encouraging the falling No. 4 fighter jet.
His plane had recovered somewhat, and at least he could control the **** to work properly. As long as the altitude drops to about 12,000 meters, the Saber fighter can still barely control it.
"I'm trying...after the altitude decreases to 2,000 meters, please allow me to parachute!" The anxious and desperate voice of the pilot of Fighter No. 4 came through the radio, which was heart-wrenching to hear.
"Pull up! Stay calm! Don't panic! Pull up! Try to regain control of the aircraft." The pilot of fighter No. 1 continued to shout.
"I can't hold on anymore, my heart is about to vomit." The pilot of Plane 4, who was already very uncomfortable due to overload, said intermittently.
"Hold on! Damn it! Your altitude is over 10,000 meters! There is no difference between parachuting and committing suicide now!" The pilot of Plane 3 warned his wingman pilot not to operate randomly.
"The radar shows that the opponent's altitude is close to 14,700 meters." The sound of radar guidance came from the radio. But now no one cares about those distant targets. Everyone is watching the No. 4 fighter jet spinning down like a fallen leaf.
"Unit 4! Unit 4? George! Please reply if you hear me! George! Damn it, George! George? Wake up! George!" On the radio, it was the pilots of the other three fighter jets, constantly exchanging the voices of their companions. .
As the altitude continued to decrease, the No. 1 fighter pilot responsible for commanding this battle dived again, lowering his altitude to about 3,000 meters: "Did you see anything?"
"We didn't see the parachute open!" The pilot of the other plane replied sadly: "Did anyone see the fireworks on the ground?"
"I didn't see it. I hope George is okay." In the No. 3 plane, the pilot who was the lead plane kept flying sideways, trying to find something.
They hoped to see a parachute or the fire left by a crash and explosion. But they flew for a while, but no trace of Unit 4 was seen.
(End of chapter)