split sky ride

Chapter 281 – The Touch of the Wind

"Tick! Tick!"

The warning system beeped at a faster and faster pace, warning that the missile was approaching rapidly.

The air combat interception type "Flying Dragon" individual tactical armor produced by Henghai Tactical Ordnance Group marked the type, direction, height and speed of the four incoming missiles on the visual mask of the tactical helmet, and also gave the best Avoid flight paths.

This F-22 is not a replica of the original model. The modern computer system and data coding standards adopted are just within the compatible range of the individual tactical intelligent unit of the "Flying Dragon" tactical armor. Connect the body.

Like the MiG-28, the "Raptor" has also been partially modernized and is no longer exactly what it was more than 30 years ago.

In addition to the visual mask of the tactical helmet, there are four thin cyan lines coming directly from the front in Chen Fei's field of vision, which are the predicted trajectory of the dog system bonus, and the four missiles are quickly approaching along these four thin cyan lines , the accuracy is even higher than the calculation and analysis of the "Flying Dragon" tactical armor.

Others don't have cheats, but Chen Fei thinks there are too many cheats here, so he can't wait to turn off one or two.

The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter did not hide or dodge, facing four missiles head-on, and the distance between the two sides was closing at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing that the F-22 broke into the missile no-escape zone regardless, the leader of the MiG aircraft team "Windless" was secretly delighted.

That guy is dead!
"Only four missiles?"

Chen Fei's voice without any fluctuations in tone sounded in the public communication channel.

He also waited a little longer, but the opponent was too big, and he didn't even use the second-stage attack tactics. He thought it was like shooting himself down with just four missiles.

Right-hand joystick, left-hand throttle, sit as comfortably as possible, leave the rest to the flight control system, um, and God!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Four missiles exploded into four balls of fire one after another.

The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter was incredibly flexible, swaying from side to side between the fireballs, abruptly scrambling for a chance, avoiding the explosion.

A few shrapnel hit the F-22, leaving pits and pits on the surface of the skin, but it quickly returned to smoothness at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if nothing had happened.

"Still, he's still there!"

The wingman pilot of the MiG team "Ting Yu" looked at the radar screen, his eyes suddenly widened, and the strange aircraft seemed to be unharmed.

"Prepare Missile 1 Let's do it again!"

The lead pilot "Windless" hastened to do new weapon tactical programming.

At this moment, he finally understood that the other party's inability to dodge or dodge was not stupid and bold, but an expert in art and boldness. If it were him and his wingman comrades, he would not be able to do this at all. The other party was unprecedented. strong enemy.

However, the MiG team did not adopt the "two-stage strike" tactic immediately, so they missed the second chance to make up the shot.

When the two pilots were still in a hurry, the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter increased its power, and the vector nozzle burst out a long tail flame. The fuselage turned sideways, first sank suddenly, and then climbed again, giving At an angular speed of the body, the fallen leaves with a small radius like soul drifting fell for two and a half circles, and finally recovered, and inserted into the middle of the MiG squad with domineering strength, grabbing a position abruptly.

"WTF?"

The lead pilot "No Wind" even forgot to continue the operation. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the unbelievable scene in a daze.

The twin engines and the vector jet tail make the F-22 extremely agile, worthy of the title "Raptor".

"What fighter jet is this?"

The wingman pilot "Tingyu" yelled angrily.

Not everyone can recognize this old fighter that was retired 30 years ago.

Although it is a classic machine, the maneuverability of the F-22 completely explodes the MiG-28.

Under Chen Fei's control, the F-22 made a continuous rolling maneuver, and slowly rotated on the central axis of the head and tail. From the gaps and gaps deliberately left on the surface of the "Flying Dragon" tactical armor, thin silver particles protruded. The line filled the entire cockpit in a blink of an eye, and the people in the cockpit could be clearly seen in the first few turns of the body, but after a few turns, the entire cockpit seemed to be filled with mercury. Under the cockpit cover, there was only a piece of silvery white that was indistinguishable from the surface of the aircraft.

Chen Fei just subconsciously covered the entire fighter with perception, and then the next mutation was completely involuntary. The mirror-like skin of the body seemed to become his skin. , The five senses of hearing, touch, smell and taste are integrated into one, and I can feel the wind outside the cockpit, and even the airflow changes, and I become an F-22, or the F-22 is him.

The wingman pilot "Ting Yu" of the MiG squad witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and said tremblingly: "Monster, monster! Something is wrong with this fighter!"

He has never seen such a movement in the cockpit of an aircraft, it is simply unheard of.

"I'll be on your left and you'll be on your right, separate and leave!"

The pilot of the lead plane, "No Wind", made a decisive decision. The current three-aircraft formation is too embarrassing. The opponent is not within the attack angle of the MiG-28 at all, and the machine guns and missiles are completely useless.

The flight formation of the MiG squadron was immediately disbanded, and the two MiG-28s, one left and one right, flew in different directions, as if fleeing trouble, as far away from the F-22 as possible.

Chen Fei's "line of sight" fell on the two MiG-28s respectively, and the F-22 chose the wingman on the right, and followed them like a shadow.

"'Tingyu', be careful, he is chasing you, hurry up, get out of the way, he is about to hit you!"

Flying to the left side of the MiG-28 cockpit, the lead pilot "Windless" saw the F-22 pounced on his wingman, and immediately chased after him. However, that strange aircraft bumped into its own wingman.

The MiG-28 disintegrated in mid-air on the spot, torn apart, and the flames flashed. More than a part of the wreckage exploded, and a shower of meteors and fire fell to the ground with thick smoke.

"Do not……"

The lead pilot "No Wind" yelled hoarsely.

However, the F-28, which had a tragic collision with the MiG-22, raised its nose unharmed as if nothing had happened, and began to climb.

The surface of the F-22 body that has just experienced a terrible impact is almost covered with cuts and bruises, cracks can be seen everywhere, and even the internal structure is exposed, but this jet seems to be alive, quickly repairing itself, and after a few breaths, it returns to its original state. Not a trace could be found.

The instigator continued to fly as if nothing had happened, while the lead pilot of the MiG squadron, "No Wind", gasped in disbelief.

How can this be?

The F-22 turned around easily and rushed towards the leader of the MiG squadron.

Don't even try to run!
Chen Xiaoer did what he said, and he should not be chased by the poor. It should be a matter of course that he should never stop dying.

Whether the two MiG planes of the 909 air base broke into the patrolling airspace of the 911 air base, approaching the location of the 911 air base with unknown purpose, or fired the first shot on their own initiative, firing missiles at Chen Fei's F-22, Both mean that this conflict between the two parties cannot be resolved at all.

"911 Air Base, please wait!"

At this time, the 909 air base, which had been pretending to be deaf and dumb before, finally made a sound.

"Wait a minute, let me kill this MiG!"

Chen Fei's voice sounded in the communication channel, as if he didn't understand the other party's subtext at all.

A light green beam of light crossed the sky silently and plunged into the cockpit of the MiG-28. The pilot who was still trying to control the fighter jet burned into a ball of torches in a blink of an eye, and the entire cockpit burst into dazzling light.

In the next second, the lead plane of the MiG team exploded into a ball of fire in mid-air.

"Call the tower, the two enemy planes have all been shot down."

Chen Fei was finally willing to respond to the duty manager of the 911 air crew base. He thought the other party was noisy just now, so he directly cut off the communication, and only now restored the connection.

"203, please return!"

Maham, the duty manager, was wiping cold sweat from his face.

As soon as the guns fired, two MiG-28s were shot down, and the two air bases of 911 and 909 were inevitably at war.

"No, no?"

Squadron leader Chekov, who was about to arrive in the battle airspace, was a little dumbfounded.

"I'll go to the 909 aircrew base first."

Chen Fei did not return to the 911 air base, but decided to revisit the old place.

"I'll go with you!"

Chekhov the big bear volunteered, and the two MiGs were not caught. It depends on whether the 909 Air Crew Base will get excited and let him have a good time.

Maham, the duty manager of the 911 Air Base, hurriedly called out, "Hey, you two, don't mess around!"

These two guys are thorny heads, and only when Hana BOSS is around, can they hold down the two of them. Now that they have just left on their front feet, these two guys are disobedient to management, disorganized and disciplined.

It was finally confirmed that the entire MiG squadron was wiped out, and the 909 Air Base, where even the pilots failed to survive, roared angrily: "911, what did you do?"

The MiG team completely lost contact.

"Shut up!" ×3
Chen Fei + Chekov + Maham.

"You killed our people!"

The 909 Air Crew Base was still arguing and complaining.

Maham: "You guys fired first!"

Chen Fei: "You don't listen to the advice!"

Chekhov: "You die first!"

909:"……"

The sudden loss of two MiG-28s and two pilots is definitely not a small loss.

To make matters worse, the current owner of Air Force Base 909 is not the Merman Brothers Consortium, but another military contractor. They thought they had picked up a bargain, but they didn't expect such a big loss because of a mistake.

The aircrew bases scattered throughout the Kushi mountainous area of ​​Hindu are not real military bases, and the source of profit is entirely from the basic contract money and task bonuses issued by the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee.

The two MiG jets hadn't even had time to complete a few patrol missions, and they were shot down like this, and the damage was definitely not small.
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