Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1797 1798 Shooting down an enemy plane

The five flying white swans left a deep impression on Dorn's pilots. Even though they were looking up at the huge aircraft from such a far distance, it was still hard to take their eyes off them.

Being able to move rapidly at an altitude of 15,000 meters, leaving a long white trail, is this really something that humans can achieve?

Previously, there was a voice on the East Continent saying that humans would never be able to break the speed of sound, and this voice sounded so confident.

Things finally came to a halt when the Tang Empire began to export Type 104 fighter jets. It turned out that humans could not only break the speed of sound, but could also reach the threshold of twice the speed of sound at an altitude of several thousand meters.

However, Dorne was not eligible to purchase the 104 fighter jets as it had always been at war with the Tang Empire, so he could only buy relatively backward sabers from Cyric and the improved 262 from the elves.

These planes were unable to fly at the speed of sound at such an altitude, so Dorn's pilots could only watch the targets gradually disappear from their sight.

"Report... The target has not changed its course, their altitude has exceeded 13000 meters, and the interception has failed. I repeat, the target has not changed its course, their altitude has exceeded 13000 meters, and the interception has failed." While Dorn's pilot was maneuvering the plane back to a safe altitude of about 10000 meters, he turned on the intercom to report the situation to the ground command.

Considering the speed and altitude of the enemy, let alone their Sabres which were only equipped with machine guns, even the advanced version that could carry Sidewinders might not be able to intercept them.

Since the range of the Sidewinder combat missile is only a few thousand meters, it is still a question whether it can catch up from behind. What's more terrible is that the missile's wings have little effect at this altitude, and its flexibility is greatly affected.

"You can return..." In the ground command center, the officer in charge of the interception operation reluctantly issued the order to return. Failure to intercept is just a mission failure, but if the plane crashes, that is another matter.

The country is in a difficult situation now, and every plane is precious and produced by the country, and it cannot be lost easily. You have to know that those aircraft manufacturers work overtime every day, and all the planes they produce are sent to the front line, and they really don’t get much in the rear.

Haven't you seen that many air force units in the southeast are still equipped with propeller aircraft? These units are not in a hurry to replace jet aircraft, but they really don't have jet aircraft for them to replace.

On the other side, another formation responsible for interception also approached the White Swan bomber formation. The four Sabres tried to climb to a position where they could open fire at full speed, but they found that their altimeters were close to 13200 meters and they were still some distance away from the enemy.

"Ground command, confirm the target altitude! Ground command, please confirm the target altitude!" In the narrow cockpit, the pilot, who already felt the temperature was a little too low, called the ground tower over and over again.

When they took off to perform the interception mission, they said the altitude was 13000 meters, but now they were about to break their own planes and were approaching 13200 meters without a chance to open fire.

"We are confirming... there may be something wrong with the altitude. The radar now shows that the opponent's altitude is close to 14500 meters... I think it may be an instrument failure..."

"The radar is broken? Do you think my altimeter is broken too?" The pilot, who could clearly feel that his plane was beginning to lose control, asked anxiously, "I'm already in a dive, and the engine is not working steadily. I'm worried that it will stall."

Because this altitude has exceeded the practical ceiling of the Sabre fighter, it can only start diving after sprinting. Just like a fish rushing out of the water, even if it is a flying fish, it can only start to return to potential energy and dive after reaching the peak of kinetic energy. The four Sabres began to lose altitude at the same time. The pilot of one Sabre began to nervously adjust the state of his aircraft. It was out of control, and the wings seemed to have ice. The whole plane was dizzy and stumbled towards the clouds under its feet like a drunkard.

"There's a problem with No. 4, it's falling! I saw it's out of control!" In the cockpit of fighter No. 3, the pilot of the lead plane nervously looked at his wingman who was falling out of control and shouted loudly.

Because of the lack of performance, even just following the opponent can sometimes be very torturous. The four Sabre fighters that took off to intercept not only had to watch the enemy plane fly away, but they might also give the enemy a victory for nothing.

"Pull up! Number 4! Pull up! Recovery!" Inside the No. 1 fighter jet in charge of the front-line command, the pilot adjusted the status of his own aircraft while encouraging the falling No. 4 fighter jet.

His plane had recovered somewhat, at least he could control the flaps to work normally. As long as the altitude dropped to about 12000 meters, the Sabre fighter could still be managed.

"I'm trying... After the altitude drops to 2000 meters, please allow me to parachute!" The anxious and desperate voice of the No. 4 fighter pilot came through the radio, which was heartbreaking to hear.

"Pull up! Stay calm! Don't panic! Pull up! Try to regain control of the plane." The pilot of fighter No. 1 continued to shout.

"I can't hold on any longer. My heart is about to burst." The pilot of Plane No. 4, who was already feeling very uncomfortable due to the overload, said intermittently.

"Hold on! Damn it! Your altitude is over 1 meters! Parachuting now is no different from suicide!" The pilot of plane No. 3 warned his wingman pilot not to operate recklessly.

"The radar shows that the enemy's altitude is close to 14700 meters." The voice of radar guidance came from the radio. But now no one cared about the distant targets. Everyone was watching the No. 4 fighter plane spinning and descending like a fallen leaf.

"Planet 4! Plane 4? George! Please reply if you hear me! George! Damn it, George! George? Wake up! George!" On the radio, the pilots of the other three fighter planes kept exchanging their companions' voices.

As the altitude continued to drop, the pilot of fighter No. 1, who was in charge of commanding this battle, dived again and dropped his altitude to about 3000 meters: "Do you see anything?"

"We didn't see any parachutes opening!" The pilot of another plane replied sadly, "Did anyone see any fireworks on the ground?"

"No, I hope George is okay." In plane No. 3, the pilot of the lead plane kept flying sideways, trying to find something.

They hoped to see a parachute or the flames left by the explosion of a crashed plane. But they flew for a long time without seeing any trace of the No. 4 plane.

(End of this chapter)