"The opponent's speed is too fast! We can't catch up at all! They have broken through the defense line of another formation! Radar station! Radar station! We need instructions! We need detailed instructions!" The Saber who was chasing the Tang Army aircraft In the formation, the commander shouted depressedly.
He was really a little desperate. If the opponent wanted to leave at such a speed, there was no way he could intercept him.
What's more, the other party doesn't seem to be leaving, but is preparing to turn around and eat them all!
"The target speed has exceeded the speed of sound! They are turning in a large radius!" The radar station on the ground is guiding the pursuit troops, but their efforts are basically of no effect: "They are at your 1 o'clock direction...two o'clock direction... …”
"Height! Their height!" The Dornish Air Force pilot, who couldn't see the target at all, was going crazy. It was as if they were catching people on the playground while blindfolded and listening to other people's prompts...
The speed is not as fast as others, and the reaction is not as good as others. This game is simply unplayable, okay? The Dornish pilot, who was complaining in his mind, once again kept calling the command radar on the ground: "Altitude! Their specific altitude!"
"The altitude is above 6,500 meters...about 7,000 meters...there are some changes. Their speed is too fast, and our detection may have some errors." The radar operator in the ground radar station awkwardly reported the parameters of the target.
They have tried their best, but the ability of these old models of radars to capture three-dimensional coordinates is very limited, their stability is extremely poor, and they often malfunction.
But they are already very satisfied, because today the most deadly electromagnetic interference in the Tang Empire has not been taken action, the ground guidance radar can still work, and the communication between the ground and the sky can still be maintained.
Normally, once the Tang Army's electromagnetic interference starts, many radar stations in Dorne will be forced to shut down: they are afraid of anti-radiation missile attacks, so they can only turn off their radars and hide.
And those radars that are turned on cannot see the sky at all, and the screen is full of interference noise. Not to mention airplanes, even an airship may not be able to see clearly.
As for communication, there is no way at all: people on the ground can still pull wires to avoid interference as much as possible, but you can't pull a wire to connect the ground and the sky, right? Therefore, the Tang Army's electromagnetic interference will completely cut off the Dornish Air Force's contact.
This would be fatal. Dorn's aircraft did not have any detection methods such as radar. After taking off, the aircraft could only rely on ground guidance to approach enemy aircraft facilities for interception operations.
Now that there is no communication, ground guidance has completely disappeared. The Dornish pilots who took off to fight immediately became blind, and they didn't even have helpers to guide them.
They were like headless flies stumbling around in the sky. If they were lucky, they would have no choice but to return without success. If they were not lucky, they would be shot down by Tang Army planes.
"Climb higher! Climb higher! They are already on top of us!" Commander Dorn, who was pursuing the formation, ordered loudly. Their current altitude is only over 6,000 meters, and the opponent is almost 1,000 meters higher than them. This is not a good thing. information.
Increasing the throttle, the four Sabres began to climb slowly: Although for a propeller-driven aircraft, the climbing efficiency of the Saber fighter was incredible, compared with the second-generation jet fighter, which is known for its speed, the Saber's climbing speed was so low. It's obviously not enough.
Although the engines were still roaring, their altimeters did not change much. At this moment, a white column of smoke suddenly rushed over from the side, and then with a precise turn, it bit the climbing saber on the flank.
The pilot of the wingman didn't even have time to call for help before the tail of his plane was engulfed in an explosion of flames.
The proximity fuse ignited the warhead, and countless fragments penetrated the Sabre's fuselage, leaving a large number of holes in it and igniting the fuel in the fuselage.
The explosion blew the Saber into two pieces in just a split second, leaving only half of the fuselage and two wings falling to the ground with thick smoke.
"No. 6! No. 6! If you hear it, please answer! If you hear it, please answer!" Looking at the falling smoke, the leader of the Dorn Commander loudly repeated the command in the communication channel.
He expected to hear an answer from his wingman, but what he received was a desperate silence. The shrapnel penetrated the cockpit of the plane, and the holes in the hatch cover and the blood showed many things.
Just as Dorn's commander kept calling, the left wing of the fallen Saber broke, and even the falling trajectory was uncontrollable.
It spun and hit the ground, but now no one would overlook the tragic scene. Because the second white smoke had already rushed in front of the Saber formation, everyone was running away in panic.
However, as if the Thunderbolt missile had eyes, it instantly turned towards the turning Saber fighter jet, and then exploded at a very close distance, turning into a storm of steel fragments.
Like countless sharp knives, these fragments penetrated the Saber's fuselage in just an instant, leaving countless holes in the metal skin.
The screams of the pilot of the plane came from the headphones. He seemed to have been hit, but he did not lose consciousness immediately.
"I've been shot! There's blood everywhere... I'm going to parachute..." His muffled voice came through the communication channel, but in the cockpits of the remaining two Sabers, the pilots saw the action number of the aircraft. 7 fighter, the cockpit canopy did not open.
"Quickly parachute! Get out of that damn plane!" The commander in the No. 5 fighter jet who was responsible for directing the operation shouted in a hoarse voice, as if the louder his voice was, the faster the opponent would move. .
Unfortunately, the plane had lost one wing, and it began to roll erratically. The huge overload made it several times more difficult for the pilot to parachute.
If he was not injured, maybe the pilot could still struggle, but when blood sprayed everywhere in the cockpit as soon as he moved, the injured pilot could not parachute.
He could only cry desperately in the cockpit, and soon lost consciousness due to blood loss and overload. The desperate sobs were chilling, tearing all the courage of the remaining people in the channel to shreds.
"Dive! Dive! Speed up! Get out of here! Damn it! I didn't even see the enemy planes! They are devils! Devils!" The leading Dornish pilot had lost control and shouted loudly in the command channel.
(End of chapter)
