Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1873 1874 Witnessed

"That's not our plane..." The dispatcher on duty's voice was slightly nervous, his eyes fixed on the flashing light on the radar screen.

"No identification signal, sir," he added, a hint of confusion in his tone.

The commander put down the cup in his hand, walked to the dispatch officer, and looked at the flashing light.

"How long has it been since I last saw an enemy plane?" he whispered to himself, as if recalling something.

"Yes, we haven't seen any fearless coalition fighter jets since we started working here." The dispatcher responded, his fingers moving quickly on the console, trying to get more information about the UFO.

"Why is there only one?" The commander pointed at the light spot on the screen and asked in confusion, "Where is the wingman? Usually, the enemy will fly in formation, and it is rare for a single aircraft to operate."

"I don't know, sir." The dispatcher shook his head. "The radar only captured a reflected signal and did not find any other suspicious targets." He paused and continued, "Moreover, this reflected signal is very strange..."

"Strange?" The commander frowned. "Why is it strange?"

"The reflex model is similar to the F-86 Sabre fighter, but there are some subtle differences." The dispatcher explained: "I compared all the models in the database and couldn't find an exact match."

"Could it be their new fighter?" The commander guessed, "Maybe they developed a new model and deliberately hid the identification signal."

"It is indeed possible, sir. However..." The dispatcher nodded: "It is not ruled out that it is a Sabre fighter. Who knows what modifications they have made? Maybe... the canopy is missing?"

He hesitated for a moment: "Maybe it has a fuel tank or something like that, who knows."

The commander pondered for a moment and gave the order: "Continue to monitor it and pay close attention to its movements. Altitude 7000, speed..."

"Speed 790, heading 70 degrees northwest," the dispatcher added quickly.

"Let the nearby Yinglong fighter squadron go over and check out the situation." The commander ordered, with a hint of caution in his tone: "Tell them to handle it carefully and try not to act rashly."

"Yes, sir." The dispatcher responded immediately, picked up the intercom and began to contact the nearby Yinglong fighter squadron.

"This is Flashpoint 2, Flashpoint 2..." The dispatcher called out, "Purge Squad, Purger Squad, please respond if you hear me."

After a brief silence, a clear reply came from the headset: "Purifier team received, Flashpoint 2, please give instructions."

"Coordinates 41-59, heading 70 degrees northwest, speed 790, altitude 4500..." The dispatcher explained the situation of the suspicious target in detail, "There is a suspicious target, please go and confirm it immediately."

"Purifier 1 understands!" The pilot's voice was full of confidence. "We will go and confirm the target's situation now."

"Purifier 2 understands!" another pilot responded.

"Excuse me, do we need to open fire?" asked Purger No. 1.

The commander took the intercom and said after a moment's silence, "There is only one target, and the other party has not shown any hostility. There is no need to open fire for the time being."

He paused and continued, "I heard that they are trying to negotiate with us, so try to avoid conflict. Let's go over and take a look at the situation first. If the other party has no intention of opening fire, just scare them away."

"Looking at the reflected signal characteristics, it should be an F-86 Sabre fighter. It poses no threat." The commander added: "Our Yinglong fighters are enough to deal with any situation."

"Purifier No. 1 understands!" The pilot answered while adjusting the flight direction in the not-so-spacious cockpit of the Yinglong fighter.

"Purifier 2 understands!" After responding, the other plane also began to bank, following the turn of its lead plane and pointing its nose in the direction of the enemy plane.

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"Try to aim the nose at the enemy planes..." The Dorne pilot, Gamans, who was flying the Sabre fighter, kept muttering while recalling the instruction manual of the new weapon. He was very nervous now, because he was not sure about this attack.

Or rather, he had no confidence at all. He just wanted to prove himself and his courage.

"Power on the weapon and start the missile's seeker working...be sure to get as close to the opponent as possible, and then press the launch button." While muttering this, he looked down at a launch device installed on the side of the aircraft.

It looked like a temporary installation, and it was somewhat out of tune with the instrument decoration inside the aircraft. There were some indicator lights on it, each representing a different meaning.

The red light indicates that the device inside the missile has not been fully charged, and the green light means that the missile is fully charged and can be launched... In short, this thing looks very sophisticated, so sophisticated that people are afraid to touch it.

In the bumpy airplane cabin, with the interfered electric sound echoing in his headphones, Gamans felt very lonely.

It would be great if there were many companions around at this time, just like in the past training, everyone dispatched dozens of planes at once, and the momentum would be unbeatable.

Unfortunately, now... he was the only one flying towards the distant target alone. Because he had lost the guidance of the ground, he didn't even know if he could see the target he was looking for.

Even in the distance, unknown to him, there were people who, like him, were cautiously facing some advanced "equipment" that they had never seen before.

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"You have to press this... Yes! Go down! There is a rope below that you have to grab!" In a room in Chang'an, a boy of about sixteen or seventeen stared at the flashing screen nervously and instructed his friend who was operating the character.

Behind him, another boy was equally nervous, staring intently at the game character that was climbing over the obstacle, as if he was completely immersed in the game. Because he was too focused, he even forgot to put the grapes in his hand into his mouth. "Be careful! He just fell to death here!" The other child clenched his fists tightly, as if he was the one controlling the character.

"Don't talk..." The boy who was using the mouse and keyboard to control the character in the game to avoid the monsters had failed several times. This time he was very focused, and even his voice was full of absent-mindedness when he scolded his companions.

His body unconsciously followed the movements of the characters in the game, and he kept muttering the strategy he had read in the book: "Go left... jump three times... it pounces on you... dodge... big jump!"

Finally, his character jumped onto the rope and avoided the monster that was chasing him, and immediately there were excited cheers from several boys in the room.

"Fuck! I passed! I passed! Awesome!" The child who had been holding the grapes but hadn't eaten them raised his hands high, as if he was the one who passed the game.

"So cool! I knew you could do it! Wang Lei, you're so awesome!" The other friends who were just nervous started shouting excitedly.

"No big deal!" Wang Lei, who had been extremely nervous just now, sat in front of the computer, wiping the sweat from his forehead and proudly showing off his skills.

……

The Tang Army pilot, whose entire face was obscured by the oxygen mask, intercom and sun visor, saw the Dorne fighter approaching their early warning aircraft. It seemed that the other side also saw them and began to climb after discovering that they had an altitude advantage.

The opponent obviously did not have such good maneuverability, and it was not particularly easy to increase the altitude to 8000 meters, so the pilots of Tang Jun decided to wait for the opponent.

"Roaring God 07! Roaring God 07! Please suspend the electromagnetic suppression of the other party's communication channel..." While waiting, the lead pilot of the Purger 1 contacted his own electronic warfare aircraft.

After waiting for the feedback, he adjusted his communication equipment, cut into the other party's communication channel, turned on the intercom and asked tentatively: "We are the Tang Empire Air Force! We are the Tang Empire Air Force! Dorne's pilot, your behavior is very dangerous! Dorne's pilot! Your behavior is very dangerous! Explain your purpose! Explain your purpose!"

"Pilot Dorn! Pilot Dorn! You are negotiating with us! For... damn, what is that?" In the cockpit of another Yinglong fighter, the wingman pilot saw that his infrared warning device seemed to respond to something.

"There seems to be an infrared device on his plane!" Purger 1 also noticed that the infrared warning device on his plane had responded, and frowned as he looked at the Sabre that was accelerating towards them.

Almost subconsciously, he used his thumb to release the safety on his joystick, and placed his other hand on the engine output push rod: "Here comes a bad guy! Get ready to fire!"

"Purger 2 understands!" The wingman pilot behind him also got angry. If they really wanted to take action, they would have launched missiles 100 kilometers away. Why would they wait until now? The other party was just being ungrateful and challenging their dignity!
"Warning! You have been locked! Warning! You have been locked!" Sure enough, the infrared warning device sounded an alarm, a warning sound that was very unfamiliar to the Tang army pilots.

They really had never heard such sounds on a real battlefield, and if it weren't for the exercises and training between air force units, they would not even have the experience of dealing with such sounds.

However, because they had often been killed in this way during competitions and exercises, muscle memory still made them subconsciously reach out for the switch of the decoy bomb.

"Spread out! Spread out! Avoid the formation! Keep maneuvering! Lock on him!" It was obvious that the leader's voice had changed. He would only start evasive maneuvers so nervously when he was rehearsing with brother units.

The sudden increase in overload made them very uncomfortable, but they still completed their technical moves vigilantly. In the turbulent cockpit, the two pilots maneuvered at a large angle while glaring at the enemy plane in the distance through the cockpit cover.

The two Yinglongs flexibly parted ways almost in the next second, like blooming flowers in the sky, avoiding the flight path of the Sabre to the left and right.

Then, the tails of the two planes began to spray out decoy bombs one after another. They burst into a fiery red light and covered the planes' tracks on the left and right.

Two oncoming white smoke streams actually made clumsy turns in the sky. They were combat missiles launched by Sabre fighters. However, compared with the nimble Yinglong fighters, the trajectories of these two missiles were more like those of elderly people, with stiff movements and no aesthetic appeal at all.

After all, this thing is actually a crude imitation. Its processing accuracy is just at that level, and the guidance head is even more crude.

Two seconds later, an infrared combat missile imitated by Dorn chased the decoy bomb dropped by the Yinglong fighter. Its guidance head had no anti-interference function at all, so it was easily fooled.

Another missile was even more ridiculous. At the moment when it raised its head to chase the Yinglong fighter, it locked onto a larger heat source - the sun. In the surprised eyes of the Tang army pilots, it rushed straight into the sky, cosplaying Kuafu.

At the same time as the alarm was lifted, relying on his unparalleled maneuverability in the sky, the pilot of the Purger 1 angrily aimed his nose at the Sabre fighter that had overestimated its own capabilities and launched a sneak attack.

He did not hesitate at all, and pulled the trigger the moment he completed the lock - that's right, he did not launch a combat missile, but directly locked the opponent with the side cannon. When the nose of the plane pointed at the target and the track of the opponent intersected, the sight with the ballistic computer had already locked the target.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The machine gun with an extremely terrifying firing rate responded to his call and fired dozens of shells in an instant. These tracer bullets formed a graceful arc in the sky due to the maneuvering, covering the path of the Sabre fighter.

As if it had deliberately collided with the flying shells, the Sabre fighter was instantly blasted into a sieve by the shells. Because it was also performing a large-angle overload maneuver, the airflow only took a moment to tear apart its damaged structure and tear open its already damaged skin...

It took only about a second for the saber to shatter in the sky, then explode into a ball of burning flames.

"This bastard..." Looking at the ball of fire that kept falling to the ground, the pilot of the Purger 1 fighter, who was still in fear, adjusted his flight attitude and started cursing.

"Damn it... How did we run into a madman!" It was the first time for the wingman pilot to encounter an enemy missile actually fired at him. He also complained while panting: "They actually have combat missiles! Damn it!"

"Flashpoint 2! Flashpoint 2! Calling Flashpoint 2! We have a problem here." The flight eye of the lead plane, Purger 1, pressed the intercom, and halfway through the sentence, he realized that he was still using the enemy's communication channel: "Fuck! Damn it!"

He switched channels in a hurry before reporting the situation to his superiors.

At this time, many people on the ground in Dorne heard the conversation about the enemy shooting down their own plane on the communication channel that had been restored with great difficulty.
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