"Damn it, where are those French people?"
The major looked at the unresponsive radar display screen in front of him. Before he could say anything, the wingman on the side who was eager to fight began to shout.
"Don't worry, we will catch them!"
The major smiled helplessly. His wingman was good at everything, but he was too hasty. However, he had no intention of replacing him. After all, who didn't come here like this!
At this moment, they had been flying for almost forty minutes and still had about two-thirds of the fuel, but they had found nothing from the French.
The major estimated the distance. If they still couldn't find the target, they would have to return in about twenty minutes, otherwise they would fall into the mud halfway because there was no fuel.
The Libyan Air Force does not have advanced equipment such as aerial tankers, which are not only expensive, but also require higher technical requirements for pilots, not only for fighter pilots, but also for tanker pilots.
The major, who had a headache thinking about it, silently took out a piece of chocolate candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. Don't expect to be able to eat four dishes and one soup in the sky. The space of the fighter jet is small, and you can't bring much food, so you can only replenish your energy. You can rely on candy, but the crew of the transport aircraft can eat some good food, because they have more space, and some transport aircraft even have a microwave oven that allows the crew to heat meals.
While chewing chocolate candy, the major asked for instructions on the radio.
Because the French could not be found so far, the major suspected that the other party had turned to the southeast, because the southeast was a desert area where there were few people and the fighter jets were more secretive. Therefore, the French aircraft might return from that direction.
The command quickly approved the major's request. In fact, they did not expect the major to make any achievements. The gap between the two sides was still quite large. Although both sides had suffered injuries in previous air battles, in general, the French and The Libyans still have a relatively large exchange ratio, but the fighter jets in the 1970s and 1980s have improved by leaps and bounds, and the gap between the two sides has widened.
The reason why the major was sent to attack was just to give an explanation to the superiors, telling them that they had sent out fighter jets and tried their best, instead of just squatting at home and being a coward.
But the major didn't mean that. His idea was that if he couldn't see it, it would be fine. But if he saw it, he would definitely have to fight. This has nothing to do with the camp, but the determination that a pilot should have.
Then, the major and his wingman turned to their six o'clock direction again, but the altitude did not drop. The higher altitude not only brought a visual advantage, but also gave them an energy advantage in aerial combat.
This energy mainly refers to the sum of the kinetic energy and potential energy of the aircraft. Kinetic energy is determined by the flying speed of the aircraft, while potential energy is determined by the flying altitude of the aircraft. Kinetic energy and potential energy can be converted into each other, but it takes a certain amount of time and there will be losses.
Advantageous energy can occupy favorable angles and speeds more quickly, thereby approaching the opponent more effectively, while disadvantageous energy may require maneuvering in a passive situation, which consumes a large amount of energy and leads to a decrease in speed. The air flow to the wings and wings is reduced, making various maneuvers more difficult. Therefore, for pilots, especially those who believe in energy tactics, it is very necessary to have sufficient energy!
After entering the desert, the major still found nothing. Seeing that the oil reserves were about to reach the warning line, the major finally decided to give up.
"Scattaw II, we..."
Before the major could finish saying "return," he heard the cheerful shouts of his wingman.
The latter seemed to be too surprised that he didn't even bother to call out his code name, Major, and directly called out his official title on the radio.
"Major, I see them!"
"What?"
"The French plane is at our nine o'clock direction! It's down there!"
The major turned his head when he heard this. After carefully scanning the scenery in his field of vision several times, he finally saw two French Mirage fighter jets. They were about seven or eight kilometers away from the major. Plus the painting, The major could only see two extremely blurry machine silhouettes passing by quickly.
They are currently maintaining an altitude of about three thousand meters
, flying toward the southeast, probably returning to the military base in Chad.
"How's it going, Major?"
"Okay, let's go!"
Although the fuel is almost reaching the red line, there is a reason not to eat the meat that reaches the mouth. If everything goes well, the MiG-21 can easily kill the two Frenchmen with just one dive.
The two MiG fighters then turned to their nine o'clock and began to make a shallow dive, but just as they started to dive, the French seemed to notice it and began to climb.
When the major and the others turned to nine o'clock, the French phantom also began to climb and maneuver towards its three o'clock. This caused the two sides to enter a parallel direction. To be more rigorous, the two sides were making a figure of eight circle.
"Do these guys know we're here?"
the wingman questioned.
"It doesn't matter if you know, just kill them!"
The major didn't think much, but directly turned on the afterburner, trying to make the MiG complete the turn, and then cut in from the opponent's nine o'clock direction to start fighting with the opponent.
As long as it bites the opponent's tail, the R60 missile mounted on the MiG fighter jet can kill the opponent.
But the Frenchman on the opposite side was also a veteran, and he continued to circle with MiG, constantly consuming the energy accumulated by MiG.
The two sides chased each other from an altitude of 5,500 to 3,000. The major was never able to completely kill the opponent's six points. Once, the major even set the latter into the aiming aperture. He only needed to warm up the missile to complete the launch, but later The author shook him off again.
"Damn it, we don't have enough fuel!"
"Don't worry about consumption, it's better to parachute out of fuel than to be shot down by the enemy!"...
Although he was impatient, the movements in the major's hands were still orderly, and he even calmly bit his target again. But this time, the latter seemed to be unable to shake him off, and he saw the aperture approaching again. Putting it on the opponent's plane, suddenly, the RR radar warning of the major's plane sounded.
"What?"
The major raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw two Phantom fighter jets suddenly appeared in the sky where there was nothing just now. Unlike the former with empty wings, the two Phantoms had magic air-to-air missiles mounted under their wings!
"This is a trap!"
The major suddenly realized that no wonder the two Phantoms did not run away in a hurry. They were actually waiting for their teammates!
"Scimitar One, I'm locked!"
Just then, the wingman's voice came over the radio.
