The missile approached in an instant, and the target was still rolling and struggling in a large fog. The dazzling light suddenly burst out, and the fragments splashed everywhere.%〗

In the gloomy background, a ray of light suddenly appeared, and the "Baptor" with black smoke was like a kite with a broken string. Ian Fleming's mouth was tilted, and a chill flashed in his eyes:

“Tsk,——I’m still fighting back?

What a tough guy, Fisher, don't worry about your idiot wingman, come and cover me!"

“It’s… ‘shark’ understands it!

over."

Hearing the call from the radio, Harold Fisher, the number one ace of Usaf who had been following Ian Fleming with his wingman for several days on duty, he subconsciously tilted his head and looked at the White No. 19 F-22a behind him, thinking about calling the Air Force Major, but he heard an impatient shout, "Hey, what do you care about him? I'm going to hit this guy with my own hands! Don't be stunned there, come here, Fisher!"

"Ming, understand!—Get closer immediately!"

This guy, he, knows what he thinks again?

The question in his heart was not the first time, and even the answer was vaguely terrifying guesses. This thought flashed through Fisher's mind and was quickly abandoned. He focused on pulling up the landline, entering the "Herbst climbs the wall", turning the direction and pushing the throttle forward, following the instructions of "that guy".

The mysterious man chased him reluctantly, and another trump card that was not controlled by superpowers joined. The number of large flying saucers in the sky was slightly reduced, but Victor Rezenov's situation became more and more sinister.

Faced with the siege of powerful enemy aircraft, dodging and rushing and injuring a "Baptor" with his backhand, the VVS Admiral's action is resolute, but he cannot change the unfavorable enemy-to-me situation; especially now, through consciousness, he has perceived the intentions of the mysterious man. Both of them are superpowers, and even the helpers have conscious resistance. The situation of degenerating into a showdown between "mortals" made Long Yun nervous and his heart pound.

That guy, the mysterious US pilot, plus a UASF number one ace to help, there was nothing to panic about, but what about considering the performance of the landline?

Even if the m2 type is inferior to the "Bird of Prey", it is impossible to get rid of this set of dual machines!

In a vast battlefield on the front line of life and death, the young man's thinking is still clear enough. He does not consider fighting with the "Blazers of Prey" head-on. The F-22a with excellent size control can even reach an astonishing 1.5% air combat thrust-to-weight ratio. With the help of tvc, the acceleration of the competition alone has no chance of winning. If you consider that the enemy aircraft has a numerical advantage, you can split a plane to climb high and rush to the front, and the conclusion will be even more obvious.

For the sake of the present plan, the mysterious man has no way to deceive, so at least he can avoid Fisher?

That guy was not disturbed by consciousness penetration, but he was not a real superpower. This idea made Long Yun feel a little comforted. If he drove into the clouds, he could at least avoid Harold Fisher's visual tracking. Even if the mysterious man pointed out the target position for him, it would at least distract that guy!

but……

Although the plan was good, Long Yun found that it was just an unrealistic fantasy.

There were at least four enemy aircraft in the sky. Although it was full of dark clouds and storms, it did not hinder close-range radio calls between the aircraft. Moreover, Long Yun had no doubt that these difficult "raptors" would be equipped with an advanced airborne information sharing system in the 1990s, which made him unable to take care of himself and had no chance to evade attacks while accelerating calmly and hiding into a large dense cumulonimbus cloud.

As the planes drove wildly, traveling through the gloomy clouds, the sky on the Iberian Peninsula seemed to have become particularly narrow.

Rolling away from the pursuit of a "rattlesnake" and looking around, Long Yun found himself flying in a narrow "canyon" of clouds. There were thick black clouds full of oppression on both sides, with only a ray of sunshine pouring down from the head. He was completely unsure how this "terrain" was formed. His first thought was to rush into the rain clouds on both sides to escape. However, without waiting for action, the "Blazers of Prey" who were chasing behind him attacked again!

The missile flew quickly, and the young man immediately noticed the danger and realized that this was a false action with obvious intentions. However, two gray f-22a appeared in the cumulonimbus clouds on both sides, blocking the possible path of their vertical maneuver.

It has come to this point - the speed of the watch is less than 700, and it is useless to pull it up - the hot flame bomb was completely exhausted. The VVS ace who turned his head and looked back could almost see the fighting bullet door on the side of the "Blazel of Prey" slamming open. He thrust without hesitation, and at the same time, he pushed the throttle forward, and the huge gray-white giant bird suddenly twisted his body flexibly, plunging into the clouds at the critical moment when the missile was approaching.

The m2 type flew into the cumulonimbus cloud all of a sudden, and the m2 type that encountered airflow shear suddenly bumped. The engine also changed drastically due to the inhalation of water vapor, so Longyun barely kept the flight stable.

He didn't have to turn his head and look, he knew that the mysterious American pilot also rushed in!

Flying in a large cumulonimbus cloud, his vision was extremely terrible, and his fingers were almost gone in the cockpit, and only the flat display and display screen were still emitting dazzling light; the whistling sound of wind and rain kept coming, and in a trance, Long Yun almost thought that the hood of the fighter aircraft disappeared, and he was in the sweeping of violent airflow. The scene in front of him was so terrifying, but his mind was unexpectedly calm. He held the joystick in his right hand tightly and controlled the White No. 20 to further reduce the height. With the excellent lift-and-resistance ratio of the large-scale facelift Sukhoi, he dealt with the powerful "Baptor" with powerful power.

Breaking into the clouds rashly, regardless of the risk of lightning strikes, blind flying at low altitude is an extremely dangerous behavior. Fortunately, according to memory, the terrain of this war zone was not drastically undulating. Long Yun took the risk of flying low while turning off the radar and threw out all four unlaunched r-77s.

The battle in the wind and rain is fine, how can we deal with that guy now!

The young man, who was covered in storms and dim light, had completely lost his sense of distance, was extremely nervous. Although he could not see his eyes, he had never been as sure as he was now. The enemy was not far behind him, and would soon occupy the direction of six o'clock and try to use the air cannon. In occasions where missiles like Yuyun cannot play a role, the air cannon is almost the only means of attack: ordinary people cannot do it, but superpowers can use their minds to discover the target!

The sight was blocked, but the consciousness spy pointed out the enemy's direction. Two fighter jets with excellent performance and extraordinary performance were confronting each other and chased each other. The flash of muzzles suddenly illuminated the surroundings, and then submerged in endless darkness.
Chapter completed!