Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1788 1789 Still the same result

Although the battle on the ground had returned to calm and both sides were continuing to prepare for the next life-and-death battle, the battle in the sky had not subsided and had become increasingly intense.

In order to cover the actions of its own ground forces, the coalition air force, contrary to its usual practice, launched aircraft desperately, trying to maintain the balance in a short period of time and protect the retreat of its own ground forces.

Yes, at first it was to cover the attack, and now it is to cover the retreat. Hundreds of thousands of troops want to retreat to a safe position, and it is impossible without air cover.

However, the equipment that the coalition forces had that could fly into the sky was far inferior to the Yinglong, the main fighter jet of the Tang army.

In the blue sky, another not-so-intense battle quietly unfolded. The protagonist was the pride of the Tang Empire's aviation industry - the Yinglong fighter, and its prey was the more advanced jet fighter equipped by the coalition forces, a modified F-86 Sabre.

The manufacturing processes, design ideas and main performance of both sides were not products of the same era. When the Sabre fighter entered the battlefield, it was not even clear in which direction the enemy was.

They don't even have the guidance of ground radar and can only rely on themselves for everything: after all, ground radar stations are also afraid of being hit by anti-radiation missiles, so they generally choose not to turn them on.

The two Sabre fighters on patrol entered the war zone in a daze and could only fly based on their own judgment.

Ground radio navigation was very inaccurate, so like many pilots in World War II, they also needed to check the maps in their hands and compare them with the terrain under their feet to determine their location.

On the opposite side of them, the early warning aircraft that had captured its prey had sent the relevant coordinate parameters of the enemy aircraft to the Yinglong fighter formation on duty.

In the past few days, most of the fighter jets taken off by the coalition forces never returned, but in order to interfere with the Tang Empire's air strikes, the coalition forces had to sacrifice some planes and pilots to ensure the smooth progress of ground operations.

The Yinglong fighter, with its streamlined fuselage, sharp nose, wide wingspan and iconic canard layout, displays a cool and elegant beauty, like a knight in silver armor, shuttling between the clouds.

The two F-86 Sabres, though proven to be outdated, still took off with tenacity and stubbornness to face their own destiny. They were like experienced veterans, ready to defend their own glory with all their strength in their twilight years.

Because of Tang Mo's time travel, these two war eagles that transcend time were able to compete under the same sky. The old one was extremely tragic, while the new one was extremely sharp.

The Tang Empire Air Force pilot wearing a head-mounted sight lowered his head slightly to glance at his display. He had already turned on the radar and started scanning.

Inside the sharp nose fairing, the powered radar has begun to emit invisible beams, spreading forward and covering a cone-shaped range in front of the Yinglong fighter.

Soon, two light spots with altitude markings appeared on the radar. The position of the enemy plane was clear and its speed was calculated synchronously.

Although the Tang Army pilot was not very experienced, he was familiar with the fighter plane he was operating and knew how terrifying the performance of this aircraft was. As long as he followed the manual step by step, the enemy plane would not be able to threaten him at all.

The gloved fingers deftly lifted the protective cover on the aircraft's joystick, and then pressed the red launch button. The fuselage of the aircraft trembled slightly, and a missile broke away from the rack, ignited, and rushed towards an invisible place.

"I've locked onto it!" A voice with a slight electric sound came from under the oxygen mask. The dark sunshade lenses reflected the sunlight outside the cabin cover, making it difficult to see the pilot's face.

"Missile launch." He gave the command calmly, and a trail of white smoke extended from under his wing to the distance.

He was well aware of the absolute superiority of the fighter plane he was flying: the advanced radar system, the powerful thrust vectoring engine, and the terrifying super maneuverability were all powerful weapons against old enemy planes. As long as he didn't let the enemy get close to him, he could play tricks on the two poor pilots on the opposite side.

Opposite him, in the cockpits of two Sabre fighters, alarms were already sounding, reminding the pilots inside that they were being targeted.

The coalition pilots who immediately began to make evasive maneuvers while flying their planes actually did not have much experience, because many pilots were shot down during their first combat mission, so it was difficult for any experience to be passed on and preserved.

They can only follow the legendary avoidance process. As for whether it is easy to use or not, it is actually self-evident: if it is really easy to use, there would not be so few pilots who can safely return to the take-off base.

Most pilots would be shot down and parachute back to their units: as for their planes, they would rarely be able to bring them back.

"We've been locked on! Evade! Evade!" A distance of dozens of kilometers is not long for a fighter jet. Time flies in a flash. In a flash, the two pilots of the Sabre fighter jets separated into formations on the left and right.

The engines roared in the sky, and many coalition soldiers on the ground were looking up at the planes whizzing past overhead.

They often see such scenes these days, and the terrifying sound of jet fighters makes everyone nervous.

A few seconds later, a Sabre fighter jet that was turning sharply hit the oncoming white smoke. From the ground, it looked like it hit an invisible wall in the sky.

In just a moment, the Sabre fighter was shattered into pieces, scattered in the air. The flames of the explosion engulfed the pilot, and only a billowing cloud of black smoke remained after the explosion.

In the cockpit of a Sabre fighter jet that was turning in the distance, the pilot was still controlling his plane amid the annoying alarm. He didn't want to end up like his wingman, so he tried his best to change his flight trajectory.

The blood in his body rushed to the same place due to the huge overload, and the pilot of the coalition forces felt dizzy and almost fainted. However, he still held on and remained awake while performing evasive maneuvers.

The next second, a pointed radar-guided air-to-air missile passed by the Sabre fighter, circled not far away, but lost altitude due to lack of power.

It was only then that the pilot from Lions saw the deadly threat clearly: a small flying stick that looked very slender...

The thing had a pointed head and some sharp tail fins at the back. He could see these clearly because it seemed to have run out of power after a sharp turn. "That was a close call..." He muttered to himself, and then began to search the sky through the canopy covered with iron bars.

Where exactly was the enemy? He had no idea. He had no means of detection. The only thing he could rely on was his own eyes and the powered sight in front of him.

That thing has a certain amplifying effect, but the optical effect of this little amplification is not at the same level as radar.

Where is the enemy? He kept searching while trying to change his flight altitude. He had just performed a series of maneuvers, which caused his altitude to drop significantly.

If he does not climb back up, he will most likely lack the potential energy when attacked next time, resulting in insufficient means of response and making himself more vulnerable to being shot down.

But what he didn't know was that climbing would only make his radar reflection more obvious, and without the interference of ground clutter, the other party would be able to see him more clearly.

"The missile failed!" Seeing that the light spot on the radar screen did not disappear, the Tang Army fighter pilot reported his status with some surprise: "I am ready to launch the second medium-range missile... The radar has locked the target."

He aimed his nose as close to the climbing enemy plane as possible, then pressed the launch button: "Missile launch!"

In fact, the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the second missile took only a shorter time to enter the attack range of the active radar.

Under the sharp missile fairing, the missile's radar illuminated the target, and the flexible wings disturbed the airflow, and the missile flew rapidly towards the Sabre fighter.

The pilot of the Sabre fighter once again saw the small red light on his side begin to flash, and at the same time, the annoying warning alarm sounded again.

This meant that he had been locked on, and there was a continuous radar beam illuminating the plane he was in. So he had to speed up quickly and change the direction of his nose.

Turning around and flying back is obviously the most effective tactic to increase the difficulty of the opponent's missile attack and shorten the opponent's missile attack window.

After locking onto its target, the air-to-air missile rushed towards the Sabre fighter, leaving a long trail of white smoke.

On the ground, countless Lions soldiers were cheering for their air force, but they saw the friendly army's sabers turning rapidly, and then a trail of white smoke biting towards their country's aircraft.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way..." Although a group of infantrymen could not help, they still encouraged their pilots. They clenched their fists and kept shouting slogans, as if they could save their pilots by doing this.

As they shouted slogans, the Sabre fighter jet that was fleeing rapidly in the sky made a sharp turn. It was obvious that this was the most exaggerated maneuver it could make.

But the missile following behind it was even more exaggerated. It drew an even more incredible trajectory and bit the turning Sabre.

Yes, the Tang army's missiles even chose a path that looked closer, effectively intercepting and killing the Sabre fighter that seemed to still want to struggle.

Amid the roar of the engine, the pilot in the Sabre fighter finally collapsed under the pressure. He could not stand the constant sirens, nor the danger of being killed at any time.

So he pulled the ejection device under his crotch, and the hatch was suddenly blown away by the small explosives. The surrounding air flow suddenly became turbulent, rolling up the clothes of the pilot of the Lions Empire and flapping his leather jacket.

The rocket propulsion system under the seat activated, ejecting the pilot and the seat under his buttocks from the cockpit. The remaining part of the Sabre fighter swayed in the air without its pilot.

A second later, Tang Jun's air-to-air missile accurately hit the Sabre fighter whose engine was still working. The flames instantly engulfed the wings of the aircraft, causing it to disintegrate into pieces in the sky.

At this time, the parachuting pilot of the Lions Empire saw the gracefully shaped Yinglong fighter in the distant sky.

To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a beautiful plane. Just by looking at the lines he knew it was definitely a work of art.

Although he had no idea what each part was used for, this brief encounter left a deep impression on the parachuting Ryans pilot.

The fighter plane of the Tang Empire actually had two vertical tails! And two engines! And it was quite huge. Even without getting close, these basic information were enough to shock the pilot.

Suddenly he felt powerless. No matter how hard he tried, the technological gap between the two sides could not be changed! Tang Jun's aircraft were too advanced. No matter how hard he tried, he could not make up for the gap between the two sides.

The Ryans soldiers standing on the ground also lamented at this time: they were full of hope at the beginning, but in the end they always saw their own planes being shot down.

Although they had seen this scene countless times, they still hoped to see a different result. Unfortunately, they had never seen such a result. Fortunately, they saw the friendly pilot who escaped by parachuting at the last moment.

This is already quite an difficult task, because many times the enemy's missiles directly hit the aircraft, and the coalition pilots do not even have the chance to parachute.

Therefore, these infantrymen of the Lions Empire still cheered, cheering for the white parachute flower blooming in the sky: at least, their people survived, which is also worth celebrating.

However, to the commander of the Lions Empire who was standing not far away, the situation was not so pleasing to the eye: the Lions Empire's Sabre fighters disintegrated and exploded in the air, while the Lions Empire soldiers on the ground were waving their fists and cheering... The scene was indescribably weird.

"Enough! Shut them up!" The officer of the Lions Empire frowned and ordered in a cold tone.