One Thousand and One Fuel Consumption
"I said... now is not the time to joke, is it?" an F-15 fighter pilot said as he watched the enemy plane that was so fast that people couldn't see it fly across the sky again.
As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere on the battlefield became tense again. That damned monster seemed to see that the pilots of the imaginary enemy fighter squadron had lost their positions, turned a strange angle again, and rushed back into the battlefield.
The Hunter 1 fighter pilot who had just returned to the altitude of 7,000 meters looked up at the "enemy plane" flying horizontally overhead, and loudly reminded his companions to be careful: "Attention! Attention! Overhead! Overhead! It is heading towards 3 o'clock. The direction of the clock is flying past!"
"Climb! Climb!" In a panic, the pilot of an F-15 fighter pulled his joystick and let his F-15 begin to climb rapidly.
But this so-called rapid climb, in front of that new fighter jet that climbs as fast as a rocket, can really be said to be climbing... Ascending.
The speed of this F-15 fighter jet seems to be crawling slowly. After all, this climbing speed of 200 meters per second is really too slow.
The damn weird fighter on the opposite side has almost twice the climbing speed of the F-15 fighter!
In terms of speed, that thing should not belong to the category of fighter jets, it should be called a rocket! Or some other gibberish!
Therefore, this monster rampaged in front of the fighter force, making all the fighter pilots confused.
Almost subconsciously, experienced drivers thought of the most direct way to get rid of the enemy-climbing. Because after all, in the past long battles, they have always had a speed advantage, and they can often easily get rid of their opponents when climbing.
It is a pity that today is destined to be a different battle: for the first time, their fighter performance lags behind their opponents by a large margin, and their climb is no different from sending them to death.
Ever since, another F-15 fighter was judged damaged, and the imaginary enemy squadron had lost three F-15 fighters!
Hearing the news that his wingman was "shot down", the very annoyed Hunter 3 questioned on the radio channel: "Who is calling to climb? Isn't this sending you to death?"
"Order correction! Order correction! The opponent has a speed advantage! Dive! Dive! Lower altitude! Lower altitude!" The next second, the pilot shouted in the cockpit of the Hunter 1 fighter.
Only when diving, the F-15 fighter jet can increase its speed to more than twice the speed of sound. At this time, it can barely make up for the speed gap between the two sides.
"Gentlemen! Did you miss us?" Just as the F-15 fighter force was fighting against that damned monster fighter plane in a panic, a fairy sound sounded in the earphones, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
"Get out of the battlefield! Get back to altitude! Let's cover! Let's cover!" A firm voice ordered in the communication channel.
After this order, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, four F-14 fighter jets with their wings adjusted to the swept state rushed into the battlefield at a speed of more than twice.
The roar of the engine can be clearly heard on the ground. The most powerful aircraft in human history is showing its terrifying side to everyone on the ground.
"Lock! Lock! The opponent is turning! The opponent is turning! It is about to leave our scanning area! Fire! Fire!" Inside the leading F-14 fighter jet, the commander gave the order to fire and attack.
The radar operator behind him stared at the light spot on the radar screen, and fired four air-to-air missiles in one breath.
The training bomb got out of the control of the aircraft, and then fell with white smoke-this thing is basically a counterweight, which simulates the flight state of the fighter jet before the missile is launched.
At the same time, in another F-14 following this F-14 fighter jet, the radar operator also pressed the button for the missile launch: "Lynx 6 launches missile! It is about to break out of lock!"
"That thing is accelerating! That thing is continuing to accelerate! Can it still accelerate at this speed? Damn!" the radar operator on the Bobcat 5 fighter, after firing four AIM-120 mock missiles, looked at the radar screen in surprise shouted.
"It doesn't matter! He is rushing towards the Lynx 3 on the flank...He will attack head-on...the probability of success will be higher?" Looking at the exercise target in the distance, the F-14 Bobcat 7 fighter pilot of the imaginary enemy squadron said.
Because he was slightly behind the fleet, he had already lost the angle of attack, and the opponent had left his radar lock area. This speed really shocked him.
Weiss, who was sitting in the cockpit of the new fighter jet, was already feeling the pressure at this time. He has been flying at double or even triple the speed of sound, turning constantly, and performing large overload maneuvers beyond common sense.
Although these excited actions successfully threw off the opponent's radar lock, they also put a lot of burden on his body.
In fact, he already felt his blood rolling in his body, and he would even feel very uncomfortable at the limit.
But this feeling of controlling speed is really "exciting", and he can't stop: this kind of detachment that can surpass everyone and all attacks is something he has never experienced before.
So he gritted his teeth, persisted, pushed the afterburner lever again, and with absolute speed, once again threw away the incoming AIM-120 air-to-air missiles.
Compared with the larger and bulkier AIM-120 over-the-horizon missiles, Weiss is more reluctant to face those close-range combat missiles.
Sidewinder missiles are faster and more flexible, and it is very difficult to get rid of them when they are close. Wes has to work harder.
Just now, when he threw off the Sidewinder missile, his physical condition was as strong as his, and he also experienced a short-term black-sight phenomenon-Wess is really curious now, whether the super fighter he controls has any limits!
He thinks there should be, but the limit of this machine may be far beyond the limit of his body.
The radar alarm has been beeping all the time, and he also knows that he is surrounded by fighter jets of the imaginary enemy exercise force in all directions.
Whether it was the radar of the early warning aircraft or the radars on the F-15 and F-14 fighter jets of the imaginary enemy squadron, they would keep shining on him, trying to lock him.
And those radar-guided air-to-air missiles are also using their seekers to lock on him-only if they get rid of these and eliminate these "enemies" blocking the way, this exercise will be perfect for him.
"You guys are really annoying!" He gritted his teeth and muttered, overcoming the dizziness of the blood rushing to his brain, and once again accelerated the plane to an unbelievable level.
Slight bumps! His super fighter started to bump slightly. A more brilliant light appeared on the surface of the fighter jet, isolating the frictional air outside.
Those two magic engines, which were completely protected by magic, were outputting surging power with unprecedented power, and the exhaust flames were restless.
Wes can't actually hear most of the noise of the engine, and the sound that travels through the air has actually been left far behind by him.
The huge roaring noise he could hear was actually the sound that was transmitted along the solid body through the aircraft body. But even so, the sound he faced could already be described as huge.
The dense "didi" sound of the radar warning device began to slow down, and the warning flashes representing the direction of the radar beam also began to go out. On Wes's helmet-mounted display, only a few distant radar beams were left, still beating the shell of his aircraft.
On the other side, in the channel of the F-14 reinforcements that finally got the attack window, there was a voice of regret.
"They're all thrown away? Isn't it?" the pilot who was temporarily promoted to the commander of the Bobcat team on the Bobcat 5 fighter shouted depressed.
"Is the exercise judgment cheating?" The Bobcat 6 fighter jet following behind the Bobcat 5 shouted suspiciously, looking at the fading track in the sky.
Of course they didn't know that their team leader, the pilot of Lynx 1, and his wingman pilot who had been shot down had almost as few thoughts as they did.
The two fighter pilots who were sent off are communicating by radio at this moment, asking the ground referee team to review the battle records...
"We are running out of missiles..." The Bobcat 5 pilot checked his armament and found that he was carrying 10 AIM-120 missiles, and now there are only 6 left.
The wingman is similar to him, and the remaining Bobcats 7, 8 and 8 have not had a chance to launch missiles yet. No. 9 and No. 10 are coming, and they still have sufficient ammunition.
The situation was even worse for the F-15 Hunter squad, which had shot down several aircraft: they had just almost run out of ammunition, and most of them only had dogfighting missiles to use.
"This is not so good..." The pilots of the imaginary enemy squadron, whose confidence was hit by the new weapons, whispered in the channel.
On the AWACS aircraft, the colonel commander grabbed the communicator and comforted his subordinates: "Steady! That new aircraft is so fast, the fuel consumption may not be low... It did the overload maneuver just now... It is estimated that the fuel is starting to be tight! "
However, what he said was more like a kind of irony: the majestic imaginary enemy squadron, the ace unit with dozens of ace pilots, even in the tens to one exercise, expected the opponent to return without fuel, and wanted to win by this... ...which in itself is really not a glorious thing.
"The F-16 fighter force that casts the net moves closer to the direction of the early warning aircraft!" The colonel commander reluctantly issued an order to change the combat deployment. He was afraid that the other party would really come to trouble him for this early warning aircraft. Four F-15 fighter jets Escort now seems not so impenetrable...