Alien Arms Empire.

Dragon Island now conducts a confrontational air combat exercise every day. The two sides are fighting in a demarcated area, and the combat readiness of the pilots of each air force fighter unit is mainly inspected.

At the same time, it is also mainly responsible for cultivating the ability of pilots to deal with emergencies and adapt to the situation when facing strong enemies, as well as cultivating the ability of fighter pilots to fight in the air.

Of course, so far no foreign troops have won the exercise with the imaginary enemy troops of the blue army on Dragon Island, because the equipment gap between the two sides is really too big.

The imaginary enemy forces on Long Island are mainly equipped with J-6 fighter jets, while the other pilots of the Datang Empire Air Force from outside are generally equipped with butcher fighter jets—well, the two sides are not from the same era at all, so there is no suspense in losing up.

Conducting such exercises is not to let these foreign air forces win, but to let them guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and at the same time exercise their muscles and bones to avoid excessive dependence on equipment performance.

It's just that the process of being abused during the exercise is not so comfortable.Many pilots, returning to their unit, even dismissed the entire exercise as a grand horror story.

The ace pilot from the Chang'an Garrison Air Force flew his Butcher fighter jet over the sea near Long Island.

There are more than 30 combat achievements graffitied on the tail of his fighter jet, which represents his strength.As an old pilot, his record is very dazzling, otherwise he would not be able to serve as the captain of the air force stationed in Chang'an.

At this moment, he is leading the six planes under his command, forming three formations, and flying above the clouds.

After arriving at the designated location, he reported to the exercise headquarters through the radio that he was ready for the exercise: "Dragon Scale No. 1, Dragon Scale No. 1, I am Long Knife No. 1... I have entered the exercise area! Repeat, I have entered the exercise area!"

In the radios of the six Butcher fighters, the voice of the command tower sounded at the same time: "This is the ground command station of Longlin No. 1. Your position is very clear on the radar. The exercise has officially begun. I wish you good results."

The captain controlled his own plane, nervously searching the nearby airspace through the hatch glass of the cockpit: "Thank you! Keep searching! Stay vigilant!"

"Sir, no target was found. I'm following you." Not far behind him, another Butcher fighter followed closely, and the pilot of the wingman reported the report while searching the other side as usual.

In the cockpit of the lead plane, the captain glanced at the instrument panel and reminded everyone: "Keep in battle formation! Be careful of those damn imaginary enemies of the Blue Army, these bastards have a lot of tricks. According to the first set of plans, the 2nd group will arrive first. Stand by in the clouds!"

The pilots of group 2 immediately began to carry out the orders of their superiors: "Understood! I am maintaining an altitude of... 7000 meters! The clouds are directly below us! Good visibility."

The two Butcher fighters broke away from the formation and began to lower their altitude.On the other side, two Butcher fighters formed a formation and flew at a certain distance from the captain's plane.

"Pay attention to the bottom! I suspect they will use the bottom to approach us!" After a while, because the vision below is not very good, the captain reminded again.

The pilot of the wingman was looking for the target, his eyes were a little sore, and he couldn't help complaining: "The 2nd group is ambush in the clouds. If they kill them, the 2nd group will attack from below them."

"Group 3 reported that there was no trace of an 'enemy plane'." On the other side, the pilot who had just been ordered to continue to open a distance of about 2000 meters, the pilot of Group 3 reported the safety situation.

The pilot of the wingman complained a little irritably: "Damn, this kind of exercise has no reference value at all. It is impossible for our enemy to have such an advanced aircraft."

"Shut up! This is a drill, it's a test for us! Pay attention to your speed and keep your distance!" The captain who drove the lead plane scolded his subordinates, and the other party should have arrived by the time.

Although they didn't know how powerful the planes of the Blue Army's imaginary enemy force were, they had heard some legends about these planes before coming.

Brothers said the speed of these planes was amazing, and some said that the other party was simply a group of goddamn ghosts.Because of confidentiality reasons, the other party was unwilling to talk about their experience in Long Island, so they who came here to participate in the exercise did not know how terrible things were.

Suddenly, the shout of the wingman pilot pulled the captain out of his thoughts, his voice was full of panic, as if he saw some monster: "One o'clock direction! One o'clock direction! Suspicious target found! Damn they are so fast! "

In the blink of an eye, the two black dots were already close in front of them. They saw their opponents, but they hardly saw how they approached.

The damn imaginary enemy's wings were swept back, and the speed was extremely fast, like a shooting star, directly passing everyone's eyes.At the same time as those two planes appeared, the entire sky reverberated with deafening bangs, as if the entire sky had been split open.

For the first time, an idea appeared in the minds of all the butcher fighter pilots: what the hell is that.

"Scatter! Spread! Keep your distance! Climb! Seize a favorable position!" Almost instinctively, the captain ordered his subordinates to start counterattacking according to past habits.

"Received by group 3, spread out! Spread out!" In the headset, the pilots of the three groups also responded to the captain's order.

The second group of pilots hiding in the clouds immediately replied: "The second group is climbing! What is this sound? Hell, what speed are they doing?"

It's just that they just climbed out of the clouds, and saw two black spots in the distant sky circled a super exaggerated arc, and returned to the battlefield.

The captain who reacted immediately changed the plan: "Use the second plan! Use the second plan! Their speed is faster than ours, stop climbing, stop climbing, and dive into the clouds! Lower the altitude!"

In the past, they had a speed advantage against any enemy, but this time, the speed of the opponent was obviously faster.In this case, there is no difference between continuing to climb and dying.

He swears to God, in all the years of flying in the sky, he has never seen anything so fast.Those two enemy planes, with their bodies shining with cold light, came back in a huge circle in the distance, and they didn't look bulky at all.

For the sake of fairness, according to the rules of the exercise, the opponent's first attack was invalid, so the opponent rushed past the formation of Butcher fighter jets, circled in the distance, and launched a second attack.

This is tantamount to saying that the butcher fighter pilots who participated in the exercise were first told that the enemy was coming, and then they played their cards to launch an attack. It was extremely arrogant!
But in the eyes of the captain of the butcher fighter unit who participated in the exercise, these two damn "enemy planes" really have arrogant capital!

The wingman pilot raised his neck and kept searching. For the first time, he felt that the vision of the Butcher fighter he was driving was not enough.

When he twisted his neck sorely, he saw the two planes shining silver in the sun that suddenly broke into his eyes: "Damn, they are coming, did you hear that sound? Repeat, you Did you hear that voice?"

Now, the exaggerated rumbling sound echoed in the entire sky. At this moment, these butcher pilots finally felt a little bit of the mood of the enemy troops who heard the whistle of the Stuka dive bomber of the Tang Empire.

This kind of oppression from all senses is indeed enough to make people collapse.Even with headphones on, the low rumbling sound can still be heard clearly.To these pilots, the noise was like the whisper of the devil.

Driving the Butcher fighter to change the flight route, the captain reminded his comrades to use tactics they were not familiar with to face the powerful enemy: "Avoid! Avoid! Horizontal maneuver! Continue to lower the altitude and lead them to a lower place to fight, Don't let them take advantage of their speed!"

They have never encountered such an opponent in the past few years, so they don't actually have much experience in fighting the enemy.They will not put themselves in danger, and in most cases they just stick to the principle of one-shot escape and dive attack.

This tactic is very similar to the tactic the opponent is using...the opponent is also using high speed to approach, the difference is that the relative speed of the two enemy planes is faster!

"My lead plane was shot down! He hasn't reacted yet! What should I do now? Sir! Repeat, what should I do now?" The nervous voice of the wingman pilots of the three groups came through the radio.

It seems that the opponent's attack is very methodical. Based on the principle of cutting off the wings first and then attacking the core, they took the lead in attacking the third group that was supporting the outside.

The ace captain from Chang'an lowered the altitude of the plane while searching for the two enemies through the hatch.He has never fought such an aggrieved air battle, so he can only rely on the clouds to stabilize his position: "Descent height! Fall height! Enter the clouds! What speed are they doing?"

Suddenly, he saw the two enemy planes making a big circle at an extremely fast speed. With that terrifying speed advantage, the speed of the opponent's big circle was actually faster than the butcher fighter who was turning a small circle!
The captain who saw all this with his own eyes sighed: What speed are they doing!

Although the one-piece canopy of the Butcher fighter jet has a good view of the sky, the pilot sitting in the plane still feels that his view is blocked.

While flying sideways and following his lead plane, the wingman pilot circling and descending, while shaking his head back and forth, hoping to find the two imaginary enemy planes that came and went like ghosts.