Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 1873 1874 Witness with your own ears

"That's not our plane..." The dispatch officer's voice was slightly nervous, and his eyes were fixed on the flashing dots on the radar screen.

"No recognition signal, sir," he added, a hint of confusion in his voice.

The commander put down the water glass in his hand, walked to the dispatcher, and cast his eyes on the flickering light.

"How long has it been since you saw an enemy plane?" He whispered to himself, as if he was remembering something.

"Yeah, since we started duty here, we haven't seen any coalition fighter jets that are not afraid of death." The dispatch officer responded, running his fingers quickly on the console, trying to get more information about this UFO.

"Why is there only one?" the commander pointed at the light spot on the screen and asked doubtfully, "Where are the wingmen? Usually, the opponent will fly in formation, and it is rare for a single aircraft to operate alone."

"I don't know, sir." The dispatching officer shook his head. "The radar only captured a reflected signal, and no other suspicious targets were found." He paused and continued, "Besides, this reflected signal is very strange..."

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

"The reflection model is similar to the F-86 Saber fighter, but there are some subtle differences." The dispatch officer explained: "I compared all the models in the database and found no exact match."

"Could it be their new fighter plane?" the commander guessed: "Maybe they developed a new model and deliberately concealed the identification signal."

"It's indeed possible, sir. But..." the dispatch officer nodded: "It's not ruled out that it's a Saber fighter. Who knows what they modified. It's possible... the hatch cover is lost?"

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

The commander thought for a moment and then ordered: "Continue to monitor it and pay close attention to its movements. Altitude 7000, speed..."

"Speed ​​790, heading northwest 70 degrees." The dispatch officer quickly added.

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

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

"This is Flash Point No. 2, Flash Point No. 2..." the dispatch officer called: "Purge Squad, Squad Squad, please call back if you hear this."

After a brief silence, a clear reply came from the earphones: "The Purifier Team received it, please give instructions to Flashpoint No. 2."

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

"Scavenger 1 understands!" The pilot's voice was full of confidence, "Go and confirm the target situation."

"Scavenger 2 understands!" Another pilot also responded.

"Excuse me, do you need to fire?" Purifier No. 1 asked.

The commander took the intercom, pondered for a moment and then said: "There is only one target, and the other party has not shown any hostility, so there is no need to fire for the time being."

He paused and continued: "I heard that they are in contact with us about peace talks. Try to avoid conflicts. Go over and see the situation first. If the other party has no intention of opening fire, just scare them away."

"Looking at the characteristics of the reflected signal, it should be an F-86 Saber fighter. There is no threat." The commander added: "Our Yinglong fighter is enough to cope with any situation."

"Purifier 1 understands!" In the cockpit of the Yinglong fighter jet, which was not very spacious, the pilot replied while adjusting the flight direction.

"Scavenger 2 understands!" After responding, the other plane also began to roll, followed its lead plane's turn, and pointed its nose in the direction of the enemy plane.

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"Aim the nose of the plane at the enemy plane as much as possible..." Dornish pilot Garmans, who was flying a Saber fighter, kept muttering while recalling the instruction manual for the new weapon. He was very nervous now, because he actually didn't have much confidence in this attack.

In other words, he had no confidence at all. He just wanted to prove himself and his courage.

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

It looked like it was temporarily installed, and it was somewhat incompatible with the instrument decoration in the entire aircraft. There are some indicator lights on it, each representing different meanings.

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

In the turbulent cockpit of the plane, the disturbed electric sound echoed in the headphones, and Garmans 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 one go, and the momentum was simply unmatched in the world.

It's a pity that now...he is the only one flying to the distant target alone. Because he had lost the guidance from the ground, he didn't even know whether he could see the target he was looking for.

Even, he didn't know that in the distance, there were some people like him who 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 sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy stared nervously at the flickering screen, looking at the little boy who was operating the character. The partner warned.

Behind him, another boy was equally nervous, staring intently at the game character who was climbing over the obstacles, as if he was completely involved in it. Because of his excessive concentration, he even forgot to put the grapes in his hands into his mouth. "Be careful! I just fell to my death here!" The other child had clenched his hands into fists, as if he was controlling the character.

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

His body tilted unconsciously following the movements of the characters in the game, and he kept mumbling the strategies from the book: "Go left...jump three times...it will pounce...dodge...jump!"

Finally, his character jumped on the rope to avoid the monster that was chasing him from behind, and several boys cheered excitedly in the room.

"Oh my God! It's over! It's over! It's awesome!" The child who was holding on to the grapes and not eating them raised his hands as if he was the one who had passed the game.

"So handsome! I knew you could do it! Wang Lei, you are so awesome!" The other friends who were nervous just now shouted excitedly.

"It's a joke!" Wang Lei, who was extremely nervous just now, sat in front of the computer, wiping the sweat from his forehead and proudly showing off his skills.

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The Tang Army pilot, whose entire face was covered by the oxygen mask intercom and sunshade lenses, saw the Dorn fighter approaching their early warning aircraft. It seemed that the other party also saw them, and actually started to climb after discovering their altitude advantage. .

The opponent obviously did not have that good maneuverability, and it was not particularly easy to raise the altitude to 8,000 meters, so the Tang Army pilot 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 Purifier 1 contacted his own electronic warfare aircraft.

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

"Dornish pilots! Dornish pilots! You are negotiating with us! For... damn, what is that thing?" In the cockpit of another Yinglong fighter, the wingman pilot saw his infrared warning device and seemed to be responding to something. Something reacted.

"There seems to be infrared equipment on his plane!" Purifier 1 also noticed that the infrared warning device on his plane had reacted, and frowned as he looked at the Saber that was accelerating towards them.

Almost subconsciously, his thumb opened the safety on his joystick, and his other hand rested on the push rod of the engine: "The intruder is evil! Prepare to fire!"

"Scavenger 2 understands!" The wingman pilots following him were also angry. If they really wanted to take action, they would have launched missiles 100 kilometers away. How could they wait until now? The other party is ignorant and is simply provoking 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 a sound like this on a real battlefield, and if it weren't for drill training between Air Force units, they wouldn't even have experience dealing with it.

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

"Disperse! Disperse! Avoid the formation! Keep maneuvering! Lock him!" It was obvious that the voice of the lead aircraft had changed. He would only start evasive actions so nervously when practicing with his brother troops.

The instantaneous increase in overload made them very uncomfortable, but they still completed their technical moves vigilantly. In the bumpy cockpit of the aircraft, the two pilots were maneuvering at a wide angle while glaring at the enemy aircraft in the distance through the cockpit cover.

The two Yinglongs parted ways nimbly almost in the next second, blooming like flowers in the sky, one on the left and the other on the right avoiding the saber's path.

Immediately afterwards, the tails of the two planes began to spray out decoy bombs one after another. They burst out with fiery red light, covering the tracks of the planes on the left and right.

The two oncoming white smoke actually made an awkward turn in the sky. They were combat missiles launched by Saber fighter jets. However, compared with the nimble Yinglong fighter jet, the trajectory of these two missiles looked like that of an old man. , the movements are stiff and have no beauty at all.

After all, this thing is actually a poor imitation. Its processing accuracy is only at that level, and the seeker is even more rough.

Two seconds later, an infrared combat missile imitated by Dorn chased the decoy bomb thrown by the Yinglong fighter jet. Its seeker did not have any anti-jamming function at all, so it was easily deceived.

Another missile made people laugh and cry even more. The moment it chased the Yinglong fighter jet and raised its head, it locked onto a larger heat source - the sun. In the surprised eyes of the Tang Army pilots, it shot straight into the sky, and Kua Fu went to cosplay.

When the alarm was lifted, relying on its unparalleled maneuverability in the sky, the pilot of Purifier 1 was already angrily pointing his nose at the Saber fighter that overestimated its capabilities and launched a sneak attack.

He didn't hesitate at all. The moment he completed the lock, he directly pulled the trigger. That's right, he didn't fire a combat missile, but directly locked the opponent with the side cannon. At the moment when the aircraft's nose pointed at the target and intersected with the opponent's trajectory, the sight with the ballistic computer had already locked onto the target.

"Thud, tug, tug!" The machine gun with an extremely terrifying rate of fire responded to his call, spraying out dozens of shells in an instant. These tracer bullets created a beautiful arc in the sky due to maneuvers, covering the path forward of the Saber fighter.

As if it deliberately hit those flying artillery shells, the Saber fighter was instantly smashed into sieves by the shells. Because it was also performing a large-angle overload maneuver, the airflow tore apart its damaged structure and ripped apart its damaged skin in just a moment...

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

"This bastard..." Looking at the flames that kept falling to the ground, the pilot of the Purifier 1 fighter, who was still frightened, cursed after adjusting his flying posture.

"What the hell...how did you bump into a madman!" It was also the first time that the wingman pilot encountered the enemy's missiles actually being fired at him. He also gasped and complained: "They actually have combat missiles! Damn it!"

"Flash Point No. 2! Flash Point No. 2! Call Flash Point No. 2! We have something going on here." The flying eye of the lead aircraft, Purifier No. 1, pressed the intercom. Halfway through, he realized that he was still using the intercom. Enemy communication channel: "I X! Damn it!"

He hurriedly switched channels, and then reported the situation he encountered to his superiors.

At this time, many people on the ground in Dorne heard the conversation about the enemy killing their own aircraft in the communication channel that was finally restored.

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The body is getting better and renewed.

I also recommend a new book to my friends, "I Use Ghost Seals to Suppress Hundreds of Ghosts"...

I also recommend a new book to my friends, "I Use Ghost Seals to Suppress Hundreds of Ghosts"...