Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1796 1797 Out of reach

"Wow, there are actually planes taking off to intercept us." In the cockpit of the White Swan strategic bomber of the Tang Empire, the co-pilot saw the light spot displayed on the radar screen.

After entering the enemy's hinterland, they kept their radars on to search and be alert for possible threats ahead, because they knew very well that enemy aircraft that could threaten them would only appear right in front of them.

Those enemy planes that try to approach from the side will only be left further and further away by the White Swan's height and speed. No other country's aircraft in the world can fly faster than the White Swan at an altitude of nearly 15,000 meters.

If necessary, their bombers can fly at 15000 times the speed of sound at an altitude of more than 22 meters. This speed is a headache even for the F- fighter, not to mention the Sabre and the like.

"Then let's make them even more desperate." The captain on the cockpit showed a cruel smile, and then increased his flight altitude once again.

At this altitude, the temperature is very low and the air is very thin. Under normal circumstances, the engine of a single-engine jet fighter will basically not work properly at this altitude.

The four terrifying engines equipped on the White Swan were still running normally and providing surging power. Four flames extended backwards, and the slightly backward wings were close to the fuselage, making the plane look like a bird in a dive.

The other four bombers also began to climb, and their speed was increasing, gradually approaching one and a half times the speed of sound from the previous supersonic state.

At the ground radar station deployed by Dorn in the interior, the radar soldier who was staring at the screen widened his eyes: it was the first time in his life that he saw an aircraft that could fly over 10000 meters, and now the radar showed that the opponent's altitude had exceeded the 13000-meter mark.

Now these targets are still climbing. If he was not sure that there was no problem with his radar, he would have begun to doubt whether these parameters were true.

"Enemy planes...enemy planes are still climbing..." He looked at his commander and said something that even he himself did not quite believe.

"What? Wasn't the altitude just now around 12500 meters?" After hearing the data, the commander of the radar station's first reaction was disbelief.

But the radar soldier pointed at the screen helplessly and explained: "They are still climbing. Now, the current altitude is 13200 meters!"

The higher the altitude, the more difficult it is to intercept. Every increase of several dozen meters is already very terrifying, not to mention an increase of 200 meters all at once...

"What a joke..." The commander came to the front of the radar screen, only to find that the altitude marked on the radar was still increasing: 13210 meters, 13215 meters...

"What kind of monster did the Tang Air Force create..." The commander of the radar station swallowed his saliva and grabbed the intercom beside him: "This is Radar Station No. 41! This is Radar Station No. 41. The signal shows that the enemy plane's altitude has changed. The altitude is ... No, meters! The flight speed is still increasing... The course has not changed... Repeat... The enemy plane's altitude has changed..."

  In the cockpit of the Sabre fighter jet, which was climbing desperately, the pilot heard the sound from the ground navigation radar station. At this time, he even wanted to curse. What do you mean the enemy plane's altitude is still changing? It's 1 meters! That's the limit that he has to fly over desperately to make the machine gun barely touch it!

If the enemy was a few hundred meters higher, his plane wouldn't even have a chance to touch it. So what was the point of him trying so hard to climb?

"The altitude has exceeded my ceiling. I repeat, the other party's altitude has exceeded my ceiling. Request to return. Request to return." After thinking for a few seconds, or cursing those idiots at the ground radar station in his heart, the pilot pressed the switch of the intercom and reported his thoughts.

Are you kidding? He is already unable to intercept him at that altitude. If he doesn't go back to sleep at this time, is he going to go up and embarrass himself?

What were you doing? Watching the enemy planes fly away from you? Is there anything more embarrassing than this? Watching the enemy planes fly over your head, but you are like a child who can't reach an adult's head?

Of course, he didn't know about the "Are all the Federation's mobile suits monsters?" joke, but he still complained in his mind, "Why does the Tang Empire always have so many monsters?"

"Continue the interception mission! Don't you have a camera with you? Record the target image as much as possible... We need to collect relevant performance and appearance information of the enemy's weapons and equipment." The order from the ground command came through the headset.

The pilot agreed impatiently, and then continued to fly his plane towards the target as planned.

The two Type 262 ground attack aircraft approaching from the side were forced to return because their combat radius was too short and they had no pursuit capability.

There was no way, they took off too late, so they could only try to chase it from the side, but their speed was not enough to catch up with the white swan, so they could only leave in disappointment.

And further south, four Sabre fighters were on their way. Unfortunately, they were not able to climb to such a high altitude to fight, so they could only wait on the way of the White Swan.

Along with the roar of the engine and the vibration of the plane, Dorn's pilot found that frost had begun to appear on the outer shell of his plane.

It was extremely cold at this moment, and he could feel the temperature outside dropping sharply even when he was sitting in the cabin. At this moment, he saw the target he was going to intercept, flying over his head with a long white cloud.

Obviously, as the altitude increased, his climbing speed also dropped sharply. Therefore, he had missed the opportunity to intercept, and even if the other party did not continue to climb, he could only watch the other party leave.

This Sabre fighter is now more difficult to control than a dead pig. The joystick is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the aircraft's response speed is extremely slow to any attempt to change the operation of the aircraft.

With great difficulty, the Dorn pilot on the Sabre aimed the nose of his plane at the white swan that was already flying away, and then began to take pictures with his camera.

One after another, black and white photos were recorded, showing five planes that looked like black dots, trailing white smoke and disappearing in the distance. This photo was the first photo of the White Swan on the battlefield. Soon these photos would be known to everyone, and many people would know that the Tang Empire had created another terrifying war monster!