Changkong Fighter

Chapter 168 The Prince is Moved

"what!"

Inside the F16 cockpit, the nose of the alien aircraft that was biting the rear hemisphere was slowly turning around. The pilot looked at the aircraft with its belly exposed in the mirror and screamed in fear. Because during the rotation, if he could see the opponent's belly, it meant that the opponent's body had cut into the inner circle and obtained the advance angle for firing!
"BREAK LEFT! BREAK LEFT!"

"Skydive! Skydive now!"

The wingman shouted in the communication channel, trying to help the leader, but after the windows crossed, the direction of the aircraft changed. It took some time to adjust the heading of the aircraft, and just this little bit of time would cause the leader to be shot down by the enemy!
This is also the disadvantage of the Sage Shears. If the enemy cannot be shot down effectively, the lead aircraft that attracts firepower will be in crisis!
"Allah! Please save my cousin!"

They are all members of the royal family, and the pilot who just died is also their distant relative. Now his cousin is about to be shot down by aliens! He doesn't know how to face his elders!

Through the rearview mirror, the pilot of the lead plane could even see the light shining on the bow of the alien aircraft. His heart stopped beating at that moment, but it was too late to parachute!
Suddenly, the alien spacecraft at the back six o'clock seemed to hit something, exploded with a bang, and the optical bait disappeared.

!!!

"what?!"

The leader of the plane that was bitten suddenly looked at the shot down enemy in some surprise, and at this moment a black shadow flew past his body. He didn't even have time to see clearly what the shadow was. Only an eagle on a red vertical tail was imprinted in his retina.

When the pilot came to his senses and wanted to see what the red eagle was, the other party had already crossed paths with him and was flying rapidly towards the passenger plane.

When the F16 turned its nose, it could only see the contrail left by the other party. After discovering that the other party was a human fighter, it couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At least in a battle with an alien civilization, if IFF fails, we can judge whether it is a friend or foe by the model of the opponent's aircraft.

boom!
boom!
After two PL10s shot down two fighters, Liu Jun looked at the remaining Type 10. Pushing the throttle valve no longer saved fuel. The WS-H was running at full power. Fuel continued to flow into the combustion chamber. The high-temperature combustion gas produced further drove the blades to rotate, spraying out more high-temperature combustion gas.

The engine screamed like an eagle, and the J15T rushed towards the Type 1 that was biting the passenger plane with the kinetic energy of a dive. At this time, the passenger plane continuously dropped large-caliber heat-seeking bombs to the rear. However, heat-seeking bombs were useless against these alien aircraft!
close!

Closer!
The corners of Liu Jun's mouth curled up uncontrollably, like an AK47 that could not be suppressed at all. His fingers were on the machine gun, and the crosshairs of the machine gun in the HUD were firmly locked on the position of the opponent's entity.

The Type 1 that was locked immediately turned left, and Liu Jun seemed to have known that the other party would do this. He pulled the stick to change the direction of the nose, carried out forward tracking, and intercepted!

Index finger depresses the trigger.

Open fire!
Connect! Connect! Connect!
The 30-1 cannons fired one after another at the Type 1 entity, and the flames and glass fragments were scattered into the air. The severely damaged Type 1 shattered with a snap.

After shooting down the Type 1, it performed a barrel roll to avoid the scattered debris and prevent the engine from ingesting debris and damaging the blades.

Liu Jun did not let down his guard. Looking at the communications and radar that were still being interfered with, he raised his vigilance to the maximum. Type 2 was very good at sneak attacks.

Lupa had left a deep impression on him. He was a thoroughly skilled sleazebag, and this kind of sleazebag was often honed in war. Liu Jun wondered if there was a war going on just across the door. In such a short period of time, Liu Jun had shot down four Type 4s in a row, maintaining a relatively stationary flight speed relative to the passenger plane. He turned his head to observe the passenger plane nearby. Through the window, he could see several "VIPs" aboard, their typical "cloth on their heads, I'm the richest person in the world" look.

While Liu Jun was observing the VIPs, the national flag on the fighter plane had already proved the nationality of the J15T. The princes were also looking at this mysterious fighter from the East, and then they were dazzled by the number of kills below the cockpit.

At this time, as the four Sentinels were shot down by Liu Jun, the escorting F4 slowly approached the passenger plane after recovering. The pilot who had been tailed by the Type 16 approached the J1T, waved to Liu Jun, and expressed his gratitude in sign language. However, the danger was not over yet!

Liu Jun used sign language to signal "Danger" to the pilot, then shook the aircraft left and right, then corrected the situation, climbed to a higher altitude, and prepared for the next battle.

"What is he talking about?" The prince sitting in the passenger plane asked the bodyguard beside him, but the slight twitching of his eyes proved that he had not yet recovered from the previous thrill.

The chances of survival were extremely close to zero when a passenger plane was shot down at an altitude of 2 meters. He had never expected that his ordinary visit would actually lead to an attack by alien aircraft. Although the escort aircraft had tried their best, two of them were still shot down.

In any case, this fighter plane from the East saved the royal family members on their passenger plane.

"He seemed to be saying that the danger wasn't over yet, and that he would lure the enemy away, asking us to retreat to a safe area while he covered our retreat!"

"After the break?"

The prince looked out the window at the departing J15T, looked at the national flag on it, and continued to ask, "Who is he?"

Hearing this, the secretary quickly flipped through the notebook and soon found something that needed attention in the memo.

"The Saudi Crown Prince wants to purchase J-10Cs from the East. He should be the 'Deep Blue Eagle' sent from the East, currently the pilot with the highest number of alien aircraft shot down in the world."

"Deep Blue Eagle."

The prince once again looked through the porthole at the J15T flying away. He had heard of this person, but before he just thought it was a propaganda of the University of Tokyo. But now he saw with his own eyes how the other party used two missiles and machine guns to shoot down three alien spacecraft in actual combat in the blink of an eye!

After taking a look at the escorting F16s, the prince suddenly felt that these fighter planes were not so good anymore! It was time to replace them with new fighter planes!

As the saying goes, "People can never be taught, but they can only be learned once they are taught." Before, the prince felt that his country's air force did not need to be strengthened, but now, he suddenly feels the need to "buy, buy, buy" again. It is obvious that the F16 can no longer meet the current usage needs.

There is no need to think about the Americans. The fighter jets they produce cannot even meet the needs of their own country, let alone exporting them. The Russian fighter jets are not as impressive as the actual combat experience of the Japanese Navy.

Actual combat is the primary criterion for testing the combat effectiveness of fighter jets.

(End of this chapter)