ps: The title of the previous chapter is "Never Give Up". I'm too lazy to change it, so I'll just make do with it. There will be more later.
Ice Lemon, whose forehead was covered with sweat, was breathing extremely fast, and his body was pressed against the ejection seat by the terrifying flight overload. He couldn't even speak. His physical strength was consumed rapidly, and his hands were clenching the light and sensitive metal controls. Use all your strength to evade.
Dodge!
Bing Lemon had only this thought in her mind.
9g flight overload is not only the structural load-bearing limit of most third-generation fighters, but also the load-bearing limit of modern pilots' bodies and human body structures!
A small number of talented pilots, with the help of advanced anti-G suits and various anti-overload measures, can continuously perform air combat maneuvers with 9g flight overload without negative physiological phenomena such as black vision and red vision, thus getting rid of The enemy's pursuit, or quicker access to attack positions, seizes the initiative on the battlefield, and wins the air battle.
As a first-level pilot of the Air Force, Bing Meng is one of the few "gifted" types. There are five air warriors in Quzhou Base who can withstand 9g flight overload.
However, this has no effect on a missile with a maximum flight overload of 35g.
The virtual PL-8b combat missile composed of digital signals has powerful performance and agile maneuverability. Like a deadly viper, it spans a distance of more than 4,000 meters and draws an optimal flight path calculated by the seeker, accurately hitting the target. The J-10a implements 9g flight overload avoidance maneuver.
The missile was not absent, nor was it late for a second!
The time is frozen at the tenth second of the conversation between Ice Lemon and Firebird.
"drop!"
The laser sensor temporarily mounted on the aircraft body intercepted the data signal and triggered the judgment procedure. The J-10a was hit by a group of deadly steel balls released by the missile warhead, and disintegrated in the air under extreme flight conditions.
In the drop-shaped glass cockpit, the airborne avionics display screen flashed in dazzling red, giving a Chinese prompt that 'the plane has been destroyed'.
"Poof!" At the same time, the smoke generating device mounted on the tail of the aircraft was powered on and activated, emitting thick blue smoke.
Bing Meng looked at the Chinese prompts given on the avionics screen, with complicated eyes and a little unwillingness in his heart. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, skillfully pulled the stick and stepped on the rudder, controlled the J-10a to reverse the large overload maneuver, maintained level flight, and quickly lowered the altitude. speed.
The tremendous pressure on the body disappeared like a tide.
After being shot down, the electronic interference of the Red Army Air Police-500 early warning aircraft disappeared, the airborne radar restored its original performance, regained its beyond-visual-range strike capability, and established a communication connection with the Blue Army Air Police-2000 strategic early warning aircraft.
Bing Meng looked back at the chaotic and fierce aerial battlefield. Silent, he controlled the War Eagle that had been accompanying him for a long time. He naturally turned the plane's nose and returned along the Quzhou base 700 kilometers away.
He didn't speak or make a sound during the whole process.
It's not that I don't want to, nor that my mood has been hit, but because - the dead are not qualified to speak.
He was killed in action, becoming the first pilot killed in the Skyhawk Blue Force.
"Our army shot down a J-10A!" In the cabin of the KJ-500 early warning aircraft, the main radar operator immediately reported the good news.
"No. 2, let's go support No. 3. I no longer have missiles and airborne weapons. You still have a PL-8B. Wait for your aircraft to gain the altitude advantage and cooperate with No. 3 to shoot down the enemy aircraft and expand the advantage."
Zhou Hai didn't care that the J-10a, which represented the ice lemon, left the field sadly. He quickly pulled the lever to turn around and faced the central battlefield area. His eyes were observing the entire aerial battlefield like a radar. His brows were slightly furrowed and he gave the order: "Every aircraft is stable and support immediately." , everyone must cooperate to wipe out all enemy planes. No. 3, climb to the right and pull out a Gao Youyou to recover in the horizontal direction of 270, leave the battlefield, I will join the battle, and you will wait for an opportunity to cooperate with No. 2."
support!
The most important thing now is to support your teammates.
"clear."
With a serious face, Wang Zhuyu followed the No. 109 L-15C Falcon, observed the target data displayed on the airborne radar with both eyes, and slightly pulled the lever to climb, gaining a height advantage.
Now, the war situation is not optimistic.
The first team composed of Zhou Hai and Wang Zhuyu successfully destroyed the J-10A driven by Blue Army Bing Lemon with neat means.
However, due to the infrared decoy bombs, the first two waves of attacks were used to consume the opponent's infrared decoy bombs. As a result, all three PL-8Bs carried by the aircraft were shot. In addition, the L-15C Falcon is not equipped with a cannon. At present, At a point where there is no ammunition available.
No. 4 Yi Xuewu of the second group has been shot down and had to withdraw from the battlefield. No. 3 Bai Tangfei is facing the pursuit of the second J-10a and is in a desperate situation.
Zhang Jian, No. 6 of our third team, was shot down due to the cooperation of the Blue Army's Braised Pork and Spring Rolls. Only No. 5 Tong Yuan was left. The situation of this elite of the crash course was exactly the same as Bai Tangfei. The J-10a piloted chased and beat him, and he was almost pressed to the ground and rubbed.
The fourth group composed of Zhao Yingping and Wu Cheng can still stabilize the situation. They can wait for the second and third J-10a of the Blue Army to defeat the third group, and then cooperate with the fourth J-10a of the Blue Army. Come, the war situation will change catastrophically.
It has to be said that Lao Fei at the Quzhou base is a pervert. Under the suppression of the early warning aircraft, he was able to fight one against two and beat the most elite No. 1 Squadron of the Shicheng Feiyuan into a panic.
Now, the strength of both sides on the battlefield is 6:3.
"Received on the 2nd!"
In the Red Army's encrypted radio channel, Bai Tangfei's rapid breathing of relief could be heard.
Zhou Hai killed his opponent, which is good news.
To be honest, facing the pursuit of the J-10a Raptor, having to flee for one's life is not a pleasant feeling, even if Bai Tangfei has experienced this experience dozens of times.
"The braised pork, spring rolls, and ice lemon were shot down. Two Red Army planes will immediately provide support. The battle will be quick. We cannot allow the opponent to form an encirclement advantage. I will deal with this plane immediately..."
The panting Lao Feihuo Bird, who had already taken the initiative on the battlefield, controlled the J-10A to gradually approach the attack position, and at the same time conducted temporary command. Suddenly, through the helmet sight in night vision mode, he spotted the fierce L-15C Falcon in front of him. He climbed up and made a standard high-flying maneuver, and narrowed his eyes: "Huh? This kid actually does high-flying, what a good opportunity."
When being chased, performing high-speed maneuvers is tantamount to courting death.
Pull the lever to face the enemy aircraft at a precise angle.
Suddenly, the No. 108 L-15C Falcon, which was at the top of the high-speed maneuver, suddenly rolled sideways and recovered horizontally along a 270° heading.
"Cunning, it's either Wang Zhuyu or Bai Tangfei." Seeing this scene, Firebird cursed secretly, quickly controlled the duck wings, reversed from a horizontal roll, and continued the pursuit.
"Buzz!"
A loud sound of an aircraft engine was heard, and the No. 109 L-15C Falcon, bathed in endless silver, seemed to travel through time and space, swooping in from the left at high speed, taking over Bai Tangfei's position.
"No. 2 locks the target and launches the missile!"
