vrcanaries Chapter 282 Air Combat 1
Chapter 282 Air Combat 1
Above the sky, the situation was treacherous, and a thrilling air battle with a huge disparity in strength took place.
The two hundred fighter planes of the Rice Empire coalition were like an overwhelming black metal cloud, dominating the sky with great momentum.
The one hundred F-105 attack aircraft in the lead had fuselages that gleamed with a cool metallic sheen, and the various ammunition slung under their wings shone coldly, as if they were showing off their might to the earth beneath their feet; the one hundred F-84 fighter jets following closely behind were arranged in a tight formation, and the roar of their engines made the clouds tremble, as if they were arrogantly declaring their arrogance.
Facing them were fifty J-8 fighter jets of the Qin Empire.
They are like silver arrows, piercing the sky with a whistling sound, facing the fierce enemy head-on.
The J-8 fighter jet has smooth and sharp fuselage lines, like a sword drawn from its sheath, with its wings slightly raised, as if ready to tear through the sky at any time, revealing an indomitable momentum.
"Report, we have spotted enemy aircraft!"
Ye Daofu looked at the super-large projection, and the fighter planes of both sides also appeared on the radar system.
He drank tea leisurely while watching a super military blockbuster.
But this kind of movie is real.
The fighter jets of both sides quickly closed the distance between them, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, as if the air was ignited and crackling.
The first to attack were the F-105 attack aircraft group of the US Empire, which, relying on their numerical advantage, attempted to encircle the J-8 from all angles.
The eyes of an F-105 pilot flashed with ferocity and determination. He gripped the joystick tightly with both hands and pressed it down hard. The plane dived towards a J-8 like a hungry eagle swooping down on its prey. The missile unlocking indicator light under the wing flashed rapidly, and it seemed that a fatal blow was about to be delivered.
However, the J-8 pilot seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and his body was agile. He rolled sideways with movements as swift and smooth as a swallow skimming the water, and easily avoided the attack.
Then, with its excellent maneuverability, the J-8 drew a nearly perfect arc in the air, circled behind the F-105 in an instant, aimed its nose precisely at the enemy aircraft, and pressed the missile launch button without hesitation.
An infrared-guided missile, spewing angry tail flames, swooped down like the vengeful god of death.
The F-105 pilot's eyes widened in horror, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. In a panic, he desperately pulled the joystick, trying to make an evasive maneuver.
"Damn it, I'm being locked onto by their missiles!"
"Cover me! Cover me!"
The pilot of the Rice Empire screamed in terror, but the alarm of the machine became louder and louder, and the speed of the missile made it impossible for his plane to escape.
"Fuck it!"
Seeing the speed and distance of the missile, the pilot's face turned pale. He knew he was finished and couldn't help but roar a final curse.
The J-8's missile was like a hawk locking onto its prey, biting the target tightly. With a loud "bang", the F-105 instantly turned into a blazing fireball, and the wreckage scattered everywhere like broken fireworks.
This earth-shattering blow was like a clarion call for the Qin Empire's counterattack.
The remaining J-8 fighters were grouped in pairs, cooperating as tacitly as symbiotic twin stars, and nimbly shuttled through the enemy aircraft group.
On the other hand, the F-84 fighter jets from the Rice Empire rushed to support, but as soon as they accelerated, the fuselage began to shake violently and the engine made a shrill roar, like a trapped beast struggling to death. It was obviously unable to keep up with the speed.