"Yes, I promise to complete the mission!" As soon as the captain's order came, before Yuan Pengfei could answer, Zhang Yi Jiangping rushed to speak out.
"This kid is just impulsive. Everyone follows up, cancels the silence, turns on the radar, and waits for the attack order!" After Yuan Pengfei finished speaking, he flew the plane towards the combat airspace.
At this time, the group of attack planes following them had arrived over the battlefield, and the overwhelming missiles and bombs were already hitting the target. Yuan Pengfei seemed to be able to vaguely see the firelight emerging from the horizon behind him.
In less than five minutes, Yuan Pengfei brought his twelve fighter planes to the sky above the battlefield. At this time, the airborne radar was able to clearly distinguish the enemy aircraft more than fifty kilometers ahead.
More than a dozen Philippine F-16 fighter jets were fighting with twelve or now eleven F-11 fighter jets from the third squadron. One of them must have been shot down at the beginning.
There were also more than a dozen menacingly blocking the front, seemingly waiting for their group of fighters to arrive.
"I hope Long Shiteng won't be shot down, otherwise no one will wash my clothes!" Zhang Yijiang became excited. Of course, he was also concerned about his comrades.
"Missile preparation, two salvos!" Yuan Pengfei was not in such a good mood. He analyzed the situation on the battlefield clearly in less than two seconds. Now they must kill the enemy in front of them immediately before they can help the people who are struggling there.
Three squadrons of support.
And it is almost certain that the opponent has already launched missiles, so there is not much time left for them.
As soon as Yuan Pengfei's order was given, the twenty-four missiles left the "mother nest" in unison and flew toward the target more than fifty kilometers away, "screaming" in joy.
No one hesitates. In air combat, time is everything, especially in this kind of long-distance air combat, time determines everything.
Long-distance air combat has always been a weakness of the Chinese Air Force in the past. In fact, it is not much better now, but it is still much stronger than the Philippine Air Force.
"Turn, speed up and break away! Captain, I'll leave the guidance to you!" After Yuan Pengfei finished speaking, he turned the plane's nose quickly, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and flew back in the direction he came from.
Now they must avoid the missiles launched by the opponent as soon as possible, so the mid-course guidance task can only be completed by the captain with a high-power radar in the rear.
Yuan Pengfei didn't want to be shot down by the enemy at the beginning of the battle. Even if he could eject and escape, it would be too embarrassing.
And Yuan Pengfei is not afraid of being chased. He has maintained his speed and energy, and will have an advantage in fighting later, and it does not necessarily have to be a fight.
The Philippine Air Force does not have an early warning aircraft, and the command radars on the ground may not be able to take care of them so far away, so they are not worried that these Philippine fighters can escape. Even if they turn around now, they are already within the range of the AA-12 missile.
"Squadron leader, why are we running away? Why don't we rush up and kill them?" Although Zhang Yi Jiangping was a little unconvinced, he still followed Yuan Pengfei in a standard somersault.
In the whole brigade, he dared to contradict and challenge everyone, but he was convinced by the squadron leader. In simulated air combat, he had never defeated the squadron leader once.
"Go up and kill them? Do you want to go up and block the gun holes?" Yuan Pengfei said angrily. This kid must have seen so many "fat ducks" being dragged away, and forgot this basic air combat tactics.
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Zhang Yijiang realized that he was impulsive and made a stupid mistake, so he stopped talking. He wanted to be the ace, so how could he rush to block the bullet holes at this time? So he could only follow and fly backwards honestly.
After flying for nearly twenty kilometers, the captain's words came: "Guidance is complete, you can turn around now, don't let those bastards go!"
Yuan Pengfei counted the time and realized that the missiles launched by the Philippine fighter planes had almost reached their end. As soon as he heard the order, he immediately turned around with the twelve War Eagles and went back to kill them.
When they completed the turning maneuver, on the radar screen, the dozen or so Philippine fighter planes were already in chaos. Less than a minute later, half of them had disappeared into the sky, and the rest were about to turn around.
"Prepare missile volleys, cross fire, let go!" Yuan Pengfei gave the order decisively. Who doesn't want to fight a drowned dog, and it is such a vicious dog? At the same time, he said loudly: "First squadron stops those who want to run, don't let the tiger go back to the mountain!"
"Okay, no problem, I'm happy to help!" These were the words of the captain of the first squadron. It seemed that he had a good record, that's why he was so excited.
At this time, the air battle over the 1st Squadron had also come to an end. Several Philippine fighter planes fleeing in panic in the sky were being chased crazily by several fighter planes painted with red stars behind them.
I'm afraid the pilots on the F-16 are now hating that the plane doesn't have an extra engine so it can go faster.
Several fighter planes from the 1st Squadron had already turned around and flew towards the remaining Philippine fighter planes that had been attacked by Yuan Pengfei and others. The 1st Squadron had probably used up all their medium-range missiles by now.
"Brothers, hurry up, don't let everyone in the 1st Squadron take advantage!" Zhang Yijiang saw that the 1st Squadron had finished his share and then focused on his own share. He felt anxious and stepped on the accelerator.
Go up.
"Hey..." Yuan Pengfei tried to stop him, but it was already too late, so he had to increase the throttle. While guiding the missile, he acted as Zhang Yijiang's wingman. This was really a reversal of positions.
With Zhang Yijiang's move, the entire Third Squadron was mobilized, and twelve war eagles rushed forward like tigers pouncing on prey.
As a fighter pilot, who doesn’t want to shoot down a few enemy planes, and who doesn’t want to become an ace?
And this Republic's first large-scale air battle in so many years is a perfect opportunity for them to achieve ace. And everyone wants to have a good start. It would be too embarrassing if they return empty-handed this time.
Just after entering the limit attack range of short-range missiles, Zhang Yijiang hurriedly fired two missiles, as if he was afraid that the enemy planes would be snatched away by others. He took the lead, and then twenty missiles were fired. Only
Yuan Pengfei was not in a hurry to launch an attack. After all, at this extreme distance, the missile's hit probability was very low, which was equivalent to a waste of ammunition.
But before half a minute passed, Yuan Pengfei regretted not launching the missile at first.