As a member of the squadron of VF-31, VF-11, etc., I know that the "Tomcats" on the aircraft carrier are born to intercept their lives, especially when Russia's anti-ship missile threat is serious. As the number one ace of U.S. Navy, Sean Phelps can only accept his fate. If he knows more and knows how the Red Air Force super ace is treated on the other side of the ocean, there are both exclusive limited edition m2 and tailor-made "Kirillenko Oven" and R-77p, and I'm afraid that he will vomit blood on the spot in the cockpit.

A high-speed chase, from a height of 10,000 meters to about 3,000 meters, a sharp dive, and with frequent maneuvers following the "sickle", the two United States air elites were struggling to persevere, and at the same time began to admire the Russians' physical fitness.

The fighting nation that is always walking around is indeed so fierce. This guy actually ran wildly while snatching the attack fleet of the United States. The "Hornets" of the vfa-154 can only fly around and throw a few missiles without any accuracy from time to time. The scene is ridiculous!

The artillery spits out flames and flashes, and narrow ballistics crisscross the sky, but they clearly cannot do anything to the White No. 20 that shuttles through it. Long Yun, who was rushing left and right, was so excited that he used supersonic snake maneuvers to destroy the radar tracking conditions of the US fighter jets. He then threw away a crooked "rattlesnake". Then he rolled a half and then turned sharply, barely avoiding the thrilling aim-120b, and immediately changed the maneuver plane, using a vertical tail rudder differential and flat tail downwards, and shook the rampant f/a-18e/f with a rather standard "tail rush".

Just as the nose of the aircraft was pointing at the opponent again and the distance between the two sides was less than a thousand meters, gsh-301 roared and tore the fragile wings of the "Hornet" painted the white star's fragile wings of the basket ring. The fierce battle was achieved in just a few minutes!

Seeing the friendly fighter planes turn into a large area of ​​wreckage. The US pilot who was surging next to him was frightened. He slipped his finger and threw out a "slammer". He thrilled past another "bumblebee" that was hovering thousands of meters away. He almost scared the incontinent pilot to curse in the channel.

In the sky, the fierce battle scene became more and more chaotic, and he fell into a sea of ​​large groups of fighter jets and fireworks. Sean Phelps held the joystick in both hands and swayed left and right. In his sight, there were crisscrossing gray and white trails and smoke everywhere. Fighters were shuttled across them, and Iff basically became a decoration. Now, let alone falling "Death" to the point of falling, even barely keeping up with the Russians' backs!

It was originally a one-on-one challenge of 10,000 meters, but the violent "God of Death" rushed down and killed on its own. Phelps was really puzzled why the commanders did not order the VFA-102 to turn away from contact, and then they realized that these heavy fighter jets filled with "harpoons" could not escape.

The "sickle" attacked by supersonics, and the ruthless harvest of the "bumblebee" that cannot escape, is this still a battle?

It’s a unilateral massacre!

As the elite of the United States naval, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of fighting the "sickle". Now he is about to become a spectator of a violent baptism. Phelps is naturally in a very bad mood. However, even at this time, he still retains a trace of rationality of a soldier. The ace pilot does not make a record casually or can work hard by luck alone. After considering the situation on the battlefield, he temporarily slowed down his pace of chasing the "God of Death" and flew away from home, just asking not to lose the traces of the Russians. His plan is to wait patiently and act when this guy is in a hurry.

Lieutenant Colonel knew the oil of the "Flanker" fighter jet, but no matter how much oil there was, it was not necessarily possible to support it for a long time. Since the speed of the fight was not as fast as the opponent, it was better to move on the camera instead of just following behind and eating bad things. No matter how powerful the "God of Death" was, he could not drive a fighter jet without oil, right?

With a vague idea in his mind, Phelps's actions were a little slower. He called the radar officer Pearson to cheer up and stared at the White No. 20 "Flanker" that was traveling across the sky. While quickly taking stock of the weapons and ammunition available in his hands, two "rattlesnakes" plus several hundred shells. If he really stammered like this until the "sickle" oil was in a hurry, maybe he still had a chance to defeat his opponent.

Of course, the decision of u.s.navy's number one ace destined the tragic fate of the "bumblebee" in the sky.

Originally, the escort mission was handed over to the vfa-154 "Black Knight" squadron. There were also F-14 surplus formations from colleagues at mid- and high altitudes. All plans were upended by the "God of Death"'s appearance. The "Bumblebee" with agim-120b in hand were clumsy.

Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on the pilots of the United States for performing poorly. After experiencing a baptism of heavy anti-ship missiles, the Americans' complete sea and air combat system suffered a heavy blow. The e-2c "Hawkeye" that stagnates the air is also in poor condition. The temporary replacement of a group of fleet members is not experienced enough. Facing the extremely sharp Soviet sword, he even commands various aircraft to "ambush". The result can naturally be imagined.

Having made an almost cold decision, Sean Phelps' mood was indeed very complicated.

But at this moment, he was also clear about what he knew. Even if he had to pursue the "God of Death" in the air, he might not be able to save these f/a-18e/f that were in trouble. The result of vain was to return early. Since that was the case, it would be better to endure and wait for a try.

The idea was decided, and then wandered outside a large area of ​​airspace where war was flying. The lieutenant colonel did not forget to call "Hawkeye" and reported his plan. He was a little nervous on the radio, not knowing what he was thinking. However, the commander quickly sent an order, not only allowing him to play freely, but also ordered the Vfa-102 squadron, which was beaten up, to give up the fight, and all the members turned to the east to leave the battlefield.

Once again, the combat power of "Death" was underestimated, or the gambling failure was a failure. Lieutenant General William Pratt and others quickly ordered the squadron to retreat. After all, there were vf-27s that deviated in the southern sky. Eleven f/a-18e/fs were dozens of "harpoons". If they succeed, it would be enough to give the Russians a headache!

After receiving the order, vfa-102, who survived under the tyranny of "God of Death", was like being amnesty.

In addition to the unlucky guy who had fallen into the sea, several gray crosses flying in the sky immediately threw away the deadly agm-84g, and suddenly jumped to a very low altitude and flew back to a lifeless place.

Long Yun saw the Americans' behavior of breaking away from the war, and he didn't know how many ambushings there were around him. With his superpowers, he quickly gave up his plan to chase him. Now the storage of the White No. 20 su-27m2k is not very abundant. Since the target aircraft are running back, it is probably time to decide the outcome with the "Tomcat".

Sean Phelps' trick, Long Yun, who was busy hunting the "Hornet", did not pay special attention to it, but he did not forget to look at the six directions in the tense battle. He quickly noticed the abnormal behavior of the F-14. Combined with the current situation, it was not difficult to guess the small abacus of the Americans. So after seeing the "Hornets" flee in a hurry, he turned around for half a circle without hesitation and fought against the "Super Cat" who was fighting against the trend.

The second confrontation broke out at low and medium altitude, and Sean Phelps, who stabilized his position, entered the hovering battle with a pretty good placeholder. This time, it was not like the thin air at 30,000 feet, with a flat wing and imposing momentum, with every move of the twin-engine heavy fighter, and the variable lift-and-resistance ratio advantage of the variable swept wing was obviously withdrawn.

As for the missile itself, the "rattlesnake" whose off-axis launch angle was inferior to the aa-11 "archer" restricted the performance of the lieutenant colonel. While he was flying the plane to maintain a large overload, he stared at Sukhoi who was hovering in the same direction in the sky. The distance between the two sides was getting closer little by little, obviously in the state of competition. While pulling the rod hard, he felt that the force of the rod was becoming heavier. Phelps was about to grit his teeth and persist, but the gray-white fighter in his sight suddenly entered the large angle of attack and climbed up, and then went straight to the blue sky.

Further slamming and rolling, the "Flanker" head pointed faintly at its position, and the Russians used a Herbst to climb the wall!

In the hovering air battle between the two sides, the adventures of either side are accompanied by benefits and risks. The side that withdraws from the circle competition first often falls into a disadvantage. However, like Long Yun, he simply completed a set of actions and put his opponent into the missile launch cone. Phelps, who witnessed this scene, was shocked and sweated. He immediately pulled the rod to try to avoid it, and at the same time threw a piece of interference foil strip. A thick white smoke rose from the wings of the "flanker" who turned around. This guy fired another air-to-air missile!

I can't figure out how many air-to-air missiles the "God of Death" can carry. I just feel that the firepower of this person's plane is simply continuous. I avoided an R-77 in a mess. The second strike of the "sickle" came soon, and the F-14D fighter that barely turned 180 degrees and the speed of the F-14D fighter dropped sharply. The lieutenant colonel in the cockpit immediately felt a deep chill.

Damn it, is this a bad idea? If I had known it, I would have brought a few more "sparrows" or "immortal birds"...

Facing the white No. 20 aircraft rushing from the clear sky to the east, the backlight looked like a hideous beast that was shining all over the body. The f-14d, who was confused and lost his place, could only choose to escape all the way. Every nerve of the lieutenant colonel was tense. He needed to find a way to fight back the "sickle", otherwise he would not live long.
Chapter completed!