For him, the search process was like watching a horror movie. It seemed that something scary would suddenly rush in front of his face in the next second.
The noisy voice still echoed in the ears, and the tension showed no sign of weakening. When he didn't know where he was, the wingman pilot suddenly saw two silver meteors rising in the distance.
He exclaimed: "I see them, they're climbing... Damn it, they're climbing faster than we can dive!"
"What nonsense are you talking about! Follow me! Follow me!" The captain knew that the enemy was very fast, but he did not think that there would be an aircraft that could climb faster than the Butcher fighter jet dived.
The wingman pilot found the target, and because the distance was far enough, he was able to look at the two "enemy planes" for a long time.
He saw the other party turning, and the speed was still lightning fast: "I swear, they came back! The turning radius is too big... Their speed is too fast, so their turning radius is also big... This may be our opportunity!
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"Be careful, they are coming from the left! Circle! Change the path! Don't let them lock on easily!" The captain issued the order anxiously, but no matter how he directed it, it always seemed to be half a beat slower than the opponent's attack.
The remaining wingman pilots of the three groups saw the planes rushing toward them. This time, he was lucky enough to see clearly the dark holes in front of the noses of the two planes.
He desperately called on the radio. At this moment, he felt unprecedented despair: "Where is Group 2? Cover us! We need cover!"
"We are climbing, but our speed is too slow..." The two Butcher fighter jets of the second group rushed out of the clouds, seemingly wanting to help the third group of wingmen who were struggling alone.
The ace captain immediately made the decision to abandon the three groups, because if he continued to fight with the opponent at an altitude of about 6,000 meters, everyone would be shot down here. So he shouted on the radio and told the second group to return to the clouds immediately: "Don't
Come out! Group 2, dive immediately, we have no way to fight them at this height! Their speed is too fast!"
"Sir, the exercise headquarters ruled that I was shot down... You can only rely on yourselves now." The wingman pilot of Group 3 reluctantly reminded: "According to regulations, I can't speak now."
"Where? Where? I can't see those two damn... planes! I can't see where they are!" The wingman pilot following the ace captain saw the three groups of wingmen turning around and returning, but did not see the shooting down.
The two "enemy planes" of the wingman.
The ace captain, who had already lowered his altitude to near the clouds, comforted his wingmen and said: "Don't be nervous! Follow me! Fly close to the bottom of the clouds and let them come down to fight us!"
The weather was very unfavorable to them. The clouds were actually very thin and intermittent, which was not very suitable for fighter jets to hide.
In addition, just hiding will not allow them to win. Relying on the clouds to make a fuss is just a delaying tactic to stabilize their position first.
The key is to lure the opponent to a lower altitude for combat, and use the Butcher fighter's good control and flexibility to find a way to shoot down these damn opponents!
Who would have thought that the pilots of the Tang Empire Air Force, who had been running rampant in the sky for so many years, would rack their brains to use tactics that their opponents had no choice but to use... Who would have thought that they would need to fight with their opponents at medium and low altitudes?
What about fighting?
Now they finally know how frustrated their opponents who used this passive method to fight them in the past were.
Knowing that he could not sit still and wait for death, the experienced captain did not give up. He was still thinking of ways to defeat the enemy and mentally calculating how to offset the opponent's extremely exaggerated speed advantage.
But just as he was thinking, the nervous reminder from the wingman pilot came to his ears: "The direction of the sun! Sir! Pay attention to the direction of the sun!"
"I saw it! Damn it..." I looked up and saw two "enemy planes" coming towards me. As the ace captain, he immediately pulled his control stick, causing the plane to deflect to the right and make a turn.
: "Follow me! Follow me!"
"Those two planes are on the right, on the right! They are heading towards you! Group 1! Group 1! Be careful!" The pilots of the second group saw the "enemy planes" rushing towards the friendly formation from a distance. Because they were not fast enough, they could only
Can remind you from the side.
"We are hiding in the clouds! Come and cover us! Group 2! Group 2! Cover us!" The wingman followed his long fuselage and called his teammates in the distance.
"I'm getting closer to you! Pay attention to your position! If that doesn't work, continue to dive! Attract them to an altitude of 2,000 meters! Sir!" The leader of the second group is also an old pilot who has shot down ten enemy planes, and his combat experience is also very high.
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"Understood!" the captain replied as he prepared to throw away his opponent. His turn indeed allowed him to avoid the opponent's attack. The opponent gave up the opportunity that no longer existed and chose a direction to break away from the contact.
Looking at the two enemy planes flying away, everyone felt worried. The second group of pilots approaching took a deep breath, stared at the two J-6 fighter jets turning in the distance and said, "Sir, those two enemy planes are circling.
!They are surrounding us! They seem to be looking for our weaknesses.”
They knew that the other party was definitely not good at fighting, but the other party's speed was so fast that there was no need to engage in a dog fight with them.
Just like when they attacked their opponents in the past, as long as the opponent keeps diving and attacking, they will always find an opportunity to break the game. The opponent can make countless mistakes, but they are passively beaten and they will be finished after making one mistake.
Gritting his teeth, the captain felt that now they could only try the same tricks that their opponents had used in the past: If they couldn't compete with each other in terms of speed, then they would lower the height of the dogfight and use maneuvers to offset the opponent's speed advantage.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is past experience. Generally speaking, as long as an aircraft has an advantage in speed, its horizontal maneuverability must be somewhat inferior.
After all, they have never seen a double delta wing design, nor have they seen future third-generation aircraft. Of course, they don't know about the Cobra maneuver and the exaggerated Falling Leaves Float, Falling Leaves Lift...
Before completing these maneuvers, the propeller aircraft had lost control and crashed. This was a gap that was difficult to bridge and a technical gap.
However, when facing an aircraft like the J-6, it is indeed possible to use low-speed maneuvers to engage in dogfights, but it will be at a disadvantage in the battle.
While continuing to lower the altitude, the ace captain from Chang'an continued to encourage his teammates: "Continue to lower the altitude and follow me in the snake maneuver! Their turning radius is large, so it is impossible for them to bite us!"
"You've been hit, you've been hit!" Just after he finished speaking, his wingman heard the warning from the exercise tower.
The wingman was a little confused for a moment, but he still reported the news that he had been shot down according to the procedure: "Sir, I was hit... The exercise headquarters ruled that I was hit."
Already looking numbly at the two silver fighter jets flying away, the angry captain switched the channel and complained to the other side: "This is not fair! We are doing a long-distance snake maneuver and they can't be there.
Lock us at this distance and fire!"
He had just seen the distance between the opponent and himself, and he thought it was impossible for him to fire and attack from such a distance.
Because firing at such a distance is likely to be a waste of ammunition, and the probability of hitting the enemy is very low: he would rather close the distance a little closer and fire from a more confident place.
However, it is obviously impossible for the J-6 to bring the distance closer, because if it gets closer, there is a risk of collision: it is too fast, and there is really no need to take such risks during the exercise.
He stared at the two blue army imaginary enemy planes going away, and once again expressed his dissatisfaction: "Call the exercise command! Call the exercise command! The other side didn't bite us at all, how could we get an attack hit?"
Obviously, the exercise headquarters was fair and impartial. An officer grabbed the walkie-talkie and explained the basis for the judgment: "The other party has a radar rangefinder, combined with the cannon, the hit rate of firing is twice that of a normal combat situation by default.
, there is no problem with the penalty, and the exercise continues.”
The reason why the J-6 can be used as an all-weather fighter is because this aircraft can install a small radar on the nose. Although the detection range is really short, it still has this equipment after all.
In fact, this thing cannot provide guidance for missiles. Most of its functions are ranging, providing better shooting parameters for the cannon.
Although it is very crude and only has a detection range of two to three kilometers, this thing is more advanced than the optical sight, and can naturally improve the hit rate of the 30mm caliber cannon.
No matter from which aspect you look at it, the J-6 is no longer a product of the same era as the propeller fighter. So in any aspect, it far surpasses the Tang Army's current Butcher fighter.
"Hell!" After hearing the explanation from the exercise headquarters, the captain from Chang'an couldn't help but cursed - he didn't know what a ranging radar was, but he knew what a radar was.
There was actually a radar on the other side's plane (he obviously misunderstood it, it was not really a radar), so how could he fight?
While he was cursing, the two J-6s in the distance turned around again and roared towards him.
Instinctively turning to one side again, the captain did not want to be shot down. But this time he guessed the wrong direction, and the opponent's nose pointed in the direction of his turn.
"You have been shot down! You have been shot down!" In the earphones, the voice of the exercise headquarters came again, and the ace captain watched the two J-6s pass over his head with a wry smile on his face.
He was not the last one to be shot down... It seemed that no matter how powerful he was, in the eyes of the opponent, he was no different from other targets.
