He was followed by enemy aircraft and could not get rid of it. Harold Fisher, who had been awakened to fall, sighed in the cabin. He felt that he could not turn the tables anyway, let alone complete the task assigned above.

Being bitten at such a close distance, even the rookie pilot at the training base can kill him, let alone the "God of Death" that makes people feel scared?

However, with such an awareness, the major grabbed his hand on the ejection ring and stared at the terrible opponent in the background of the sky. He waited for a while (actually only two or three seconds), but did not see any signs of attack from the Russians, nor did he see any air-to-air missiles that were dragging white smoke directly over.

It's been several seconds since the fire started. Is that guy no longer ammunition?

After being stared at by someone, he "has not been attacked". This feeling of panic under the gaze of a beast made the major uncomfortable. He hesitated and nervously thought for a moment, but could not guess the opponent's intention. However, the pilot's subconscious instinct made him hold the joystick tightly and wait for an opportunity to move.

Seeing that the enemy planes became bigger and bigger in their field of vision, it was obvious that they were getting closer and closer. Could it be that this "God of Death" really fired up all the fighting missiles and wanted to get closer and then attack with a navigation cannon?

Just as he suspected that his opponent was running out of ammunition and a glimmer of hope surged in his heart, the major saw a sudden gray smoke rising from the side of the fuselage of the "Flanker" who was chasing behind him. A vague highlight appeared. He was surprised to confirm that it was an air-to-air missile that had just been launched; he completely subconsciously reached out and pressed the button, releasing a set of infrared interference bombs. Fisher, who was wearing goggles, still felt dazzling and confused in front of him. He immediately kept retracting the accelerator, putting the speed plate, and using a violent turn to escape the bright and dazzling interference barrage in the sky.

The continuous overload side rotation brought a burst of black vision and high pressure; there was no way to observe the missiles in the sky, and the major's avoidance movement was still very skillful. The f-15s/mtd on the side suddenly rotated to one side and barely stayed away from the airspace where the interference bomb was splashed. By reducing the infrared signal of the tail nozzle and using the body to block the heat source, it escaped the pursuit of the R-73m missile.

Attack and evasion, when the distance between the two machines was only more than 2,000 meters, it only took a few seconds from beginning to end. After doing a busy and unremitting dodging action, he did not feel any signs of being shot in the landline. Fisher, who breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked towards the direction of six o'clock-

As expected, the "God of Death" is still following behind him like a shadow!

The pursuit of fighter jets in the sky generally does not last long, and will end with being shot and falling by the pursuer, or the pursuer making a mistake and losing his place. However, this rule is obviously not applicable to the current situation. Faced with the "Agility Eagle" who avoids the speed reduction sideways. The Longyun landline, which also stretches out the speed reduction plate, uses a small high-strength rotation in the air and completes a rapid change of direction at the top of the track. It steadily continues to stare behind the opponent.

Faced with the situation of being pursued by others, the major was a little disappointed, but he did not intend to give up. He knew that infrared-guided missiles were not suitable for continuous launch one after another. Otherwise, the missiles behind might "lock" the tail flame of the missiles in front and completely ignore the real target. If the Russians always launch missiles like this, then he should have a chance to escape - yes, it is to escape. Faced with the powerful "Caucasus Death", Fisher has abandoned the unrealistic idea of ​​striving to win, not to mention that he discovered that this guy had changed his landline, and the performance of his "flanker" now has completely subverted his existing understanding of this model!

From his determination to fall to his opponent to his intention to escape from the battle, Harold Fisher's mood was abnormal and extremely strong, but he didn't care about that much at this time of life and death. With a strong desire to escape from the sky, his performance was like a help from God, and another missile that flew away was successfully dispelled.

He dodged the two r-73m he chased after in succession, which was already an amazing achievement.

After all, if you want to rely on maneuvering and hard-hitting missiles, anyone can say a theoretical countermeasure, but if you really do it in the sky, it will really work. For many pilots, it is just a gambling of luck.

But now, he was chased by the "Flanker" behind him, and the "Agility Eagle" driven by the major was instinctively flying south. He wanted to leave the combat airspace as soon as possible and fly into the control area of ​​NATO air defense missiles. He dodged two "Arrow" missiles that broke through the air in a row, allowing the major to break free from the verge of despair. He now even began to feel that "Death" was nothing more than Err. Otherwise, how could he fight like this one by one, and he was not even prepared for the minimum attack backup?

While thinking, he saw white smoke rising from the enemy wings. Seeing another missile being launched, Fisher, who was used to turning and avoiding, naturally did the same thing, and turned the lever to the side. At this time, he was still glad that he had brought enough infrared jamming bombs. Anyway, he was definitely more available than "Death" missiles - but it seemed that he was mocked by fate. During the violent turn and speed reduction, he glanced behind him. The major saw that the "White Death" in the sky was also rushing sharply, and a fighting missile shot out with the strong launching smoke arrow.

This, this abominable Russian actually rushed up and shot him when his energy dropped sharply!

Perhaps because of the tense confrontation, Major Fisher neglected the energy maintenance of the fighter for a while: although the previous two missile avoidances were successful, his "Agility Eagle" speed was reduced to about 350 knots. This speed was just right for the f-15s/mtd to fly out of the smallest lateral rotation radius, but it was not conducive to the energy maintenance and recovery of the fighter's violent maneuver.

In order to avoid the aa-11 "archer" shot in the previous shot, the black giant eagle in the sky was already turning sideways. At this time, when he encountered a thick javelin flying over his face, there was no way out.

I suddenly realized that the situation was not good. The major who looked up and glanced in the cockpit saw a black spot suddenly growing bigger, which was the incoming missile being turned all the way. I had never experienced such a near breath of death, but I felt that I was cold all over in an instant. Fisher thought of "how long does it take for the missile to fly over?" Will it blow him up in the next second, and his plane...

Although the stare of death was only a short moment, it was as long as the person involved.

The stiff hand held the joystick tightly, and the stagnant field of vision was still dim and blurry. In the short moment when the fighter and the missile intersected by, theoretically no one could see clearly with the naked eye, Harold Fisher felt that he could see everything clearly. He could almost distinguish the small front wings on the milky white spear that passed by the fuselage. He was completely shocked by the scene in front of him, and the major was still a little unbelievable. He slowly released the joystick and lifted his feet hard. As the fighter automatically returned to level the flight, he felt a crazy beating in his heart in his chest, as if he was suddenly panicked and manic.

Just now, the missile just now seems to be a AA-11 "archer" really, right?

After experiencing the edge of life and death, he was almost suffocating in the cockpit. The terrible feeling of being scratched by a cold blade across his neck made Fisher gasp with great difficulty, just like a fish that had just been caught out of the water.

As the chest fluctuated violently, the mixed oxygen sent from the breathing tube gradually restored the thinking of the ischemia and oxygen-poor brain. The major looked up hard and looked out of the cabin. Seeing that the extremely terrifying "flanker" was still following closely behind, and his relative position did not change much, as if everything that happened before was just his own hallucinations. At the beginning, he was completely confused. The major subconsciously thought that the "archer" might have failed to hit his plane, so he did not hit his landline directly, but reason suddenly made him wake up, and at the same time it also wiped out the only trace of comfort and fantasy in his mind.

Yes, the missile may fail to escape the target, but now it is only a few hundred meters long to chase the tail, will the Russians' 30mm cannon fail?

Suddenly recalling the series of attacks and dodging just now, a terrible thought rushed into the major's mind. He vaguely remembered the situation where he maneuvered and dodged and flew in succession with missiles. Could it be that those missiles did not lock in him, and would not hit him even without any evasion?

With rich combat experience and excellent theoretical knowledge, the major suddenly thought of this, and then he roughly guessed the attack intention of the "Caucasus Death" and now he only felt dizzy: that guy, the abominable "crazy Ivan" and "fighter plane butcher", could have actually knocked himself down long ago, but he has been playing the cruel game of cat and mouse with himself with waste missiles!

This was almost a thought of completely denying himself, which naturally shocked Fisher, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this might be the fact. Although he did not understand at all, what was the motivation for "Death" to do this.

Why should the "God of Death" who has been rushing around the sky and falling numbers soaring, let it go?

In this peak confrontation that was hovering almost at the edge of falling, Harold Fisher was always distracted; just like now, he was thinking blankly in the cockpit for a second or two, but could not come to a conclusion. At this time, he only heard a harsh explosion in his ears, and the fighter began to deviate violently and tremble.

Just now, I was thinking about "why should I let myself go", and the lieutenant colonel turned around in horror and realized that this was just a beautiful hallucination of his.
Chapter completed!