Since we are fighting on the south side of the mountain range, why, there is not even a whistling air defense in the sky? Is this normal?

The dangerous aura appeared little by little in the mind of the young man. The "fighting falcon" in his sight was still struggling with his tail and the swing of the rudder was clearly visible. From the sharp eyes of the super ace, Long Yun quickly came to a conclusion that the Spanish pilot who drove the F-16 was obviously a veteran with excellent quality.

Strangely, when the war is at this point, will such an old bird be sent to perform a skillless "limbing" mission?

This is not normal unless he is just a -

Bait!

Suddenly he understood this point, as if a thunder sounded in his ears. Long Yun suddenly realized why he felt a strong sense of incongruity when he killed the "War Falcon" just now, as if he had entered a no-man's realm. Yes, his intuition reminded him that the f-16c/d fighter formation he encountered today performed abnormally. At first, he didn't think that, but now he thought, they didn't seem to be working in a squadron at all, at least the combat style would look like a magical look.

Ah, sure enough, it would have been better to use consciousness to spy on it earlier. There are indeed American pilots in it!

Suddenly, an abnormality was discovered. Before the young man could think further about what this meant, a cold thought suddenly came, his eyes swept behind him, and a gray color floated in his vision in the gloomy clouds. The outline of the gradient camouflage was unusually approaching speed. Long Yun made a judgment in an instant, and it must be a "big prey".

——No, not stop, as a result of consciousness sweeping, there is still a plane of the same type hidden in the clouds!

The sky was dark and the drizzle was misty. A vast light poured down from the gap between the clouds. The two ghostly "raptors" were still far away. The visual message still confirmed the warning message from consciousness spy. In an instant, the young man who drove the m2 aircraft immediately made a decision. He used a r-73m out of the way to force the "fighting falcon" in the direction of one o'clock to avoid it. Then he immediately pushed the rod and rudder, entered a large overload turn and pulled it up strongly, put the enemy aircraft in the center of the field of view.

The speed continued to increase, and the target projection in the field of vision became larger and larger. Just as the cunning "War Falcon" fuselage twisted and the tail spout became brighter, a bunch of shells had already broken through the air. The f-16 fighter that could not be avoided was immediately blown away and fell down with thick smoke.

The ambush was different from the subconscious reaction of ordinary people. The young man who pursued and fought relentlessly chose to respond calmly. He took the lead in solving the difficult bait aircraft, avoiding the trouble of dealing with the two models with different characteristics at the same time. However, this action was not at all cost. Just when White No. 20 was like wind and lightning, two gray f-22a had occupied a favorable rear upper position. The US pilot's movement was not slow at all. The ammunition cabin of the fighter's abdomen was opened, and two slender missiles ignited one in front and one behind, dragging the thin and narrow tail smoke to rush over quickly.

When the missile attacked, RWR suddenly screamed, and even Long Yun, who had been through many battles, couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

An unknown premonition broke into his mind inadvertently. It felt that it was not a missile launched by the enemy aircraft, but an inevitable conclusion to instantly understand the situation on the battlefield: the two "raptors" had advantages in altitude and speed, which might not be too bad for him. However, the conscious spy clearly made new discoveries. In the distance, deep in the gray clouds, there were still several enemy aircraft waiting for an opportunity to move!

Two, three, or even more, are these all radar stealth f-22s?

In the battle on rainy days, the detection capabilities of both ground radar and early warning aircraft will shrink. However, like today, it is rare to miss several aerial targets at once. So, this can only mean one thing. Today, the number of "Raptors" fighters stuck in the air above the Iberian Peninsula is beyond imagination. This is clearly a pocket array. What's more difficult is that it seems that it has already gotten in and it is difficult to get out.

While flying the plane to avoid it, thinking nervously. The young man in a critical situation had no time to think about it. He turned his head and stared at the two suspected Aim-120 missiles flying from the sky. Based on his experience, he found that one of them did not lock him. So he jumped up quickly, changed direction and threw radar foil strips, and used a smaller cost of speed to get rid of the "slammer" attack.

He thrilledly avoided the first batch of arhm, maintained the speed at more than 800, and the distance between the enemy and us suddenly narrowed to the level of vision. The "White God of Death" who was hovering in the plane was about to prepare for a counterattack.

At this moment, a trace of cold thought suddenly appeared, which surprised him in an instant.

Dark, cold, mixed with a hint of inexplicable familiarity, he shouldn't have made a mistake. Is this... damn, the mysterious American pilot who had met before?

Is that guy riding an F-22a?

Suddenly, he realized that although it was not 100% certain, Long Yun was still deeply surprised. However, he had no time to think carefully. In a daze, the two aircraft of the "Blazers" had separated from left and right, and surrounded from two directions. He felt that the mysterious man was in the "Blazers" at nine o'clock, and he confirmed that the threat of this target was the greatest, and immediately pulled the rod into a hovering confrontation. For this reason, he did not hesitate to put another enemy aircraft that was originally located at two o'clock into the rear half of the ball.

This choice is entirely a subconscious judgment in a moment.

In the cockpit of the m2 type machine, Black Vision suddenly appeared, and the VVS Ace, who struggled to maintain an overload of more than 7g, couldn't explain the evidence of this assertion. After all, he had never fought with a mysterious man and was not sure how strong he was. However, no matter what, this guy must be a superpower, and it's not a question of which side has the greatest threat.

The fighter was chasing, and the tail flame was bright, and the gloomy sky was filled with a nervous aura. Seeing the bright red and eye-catching white No. 20 fighter flew up and quickly moved to the direction of the third nine line of the aircraft. Ian Fleming, who was holding the joystick in his right hand, groaned muffled. While pulling the rod, he continued to turn sideways in the severe black vision, while urging consciousness to spy on to control the consciousness of the wingman pilot who had just separated.

Multi-machine collaboration, using a set of third-generation fighter jets as bait, Ian Fleming's plan was both simple and straightforward, and it finally played a role after waiting for many days.

Fleming was facing the "God of Death" in the sky. In this situation, Fleming asked himself not afraid, but in order to achieve the predetermined goal of the battle, he still activated his consciousness to penetrate. At the same time, he did not forget to call "'Shake' and listen, turn to the Northeast immediately" on the radio, calling on another core member of the operation, UsAF's number one ace Harold Fisher, to launch a pincer attack on the Russians.
Chapter completed!