Chapter 281 Touch of the Wind

Chapter 281 - Touch of the Wind

"Beep! Beep!"

The warning system beeps at an increasingly fast pace, reminding that the missile is approaching quickly.

The air combat interception "Flying Dragon" individual tactical armor produced by Henghai Tactical Weapons Group marks the type, direction, altitude and speed of the four incoming missiles on the visual mask of the tactical helmet, and also gives the best evasive flight trajectory.

This F-22 is not an exact replica. The modern computer system and data encoding standards used are just within the compatible range of the individual tactical intelligent unit of the "Flying Dragon" tactical armor. A fiber optic data cable is physically connected to the body from the back of the neck.

Like the MiG-28, the "Raptor" has also undergone some modernization and is no longer exactly the same as it was more than 30 years ago.

In addition to the visual mask of the tactical helmet, Chen Fei's field of vision also has four blue thin lines coming straight from the front. That is the predicted trajectory added by the dog system. Four missiles are approaching rapidly along these four blue thin lines, and the accuracy is even higher than the calculation and analysis of the "Flying Dragon" tactical armor.

Others do not have external plug-ins, but Chen Fei thinks there are too many external plug-ins and wants to turn off one or two.

The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter does not dodge or evade, facing the four missiles head-on, and the distance between the two sides is closing at a very fast speed.

Seeing that the F-22 actually rushed into the missile's no escape zone without any care, the leader of the MiG team, "Wufeng", was secretly happy.

That guy is dead!

"Only four missiles?"

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

He waited for a while, but the other party was too arrogant and did not even use the two-stage attack tactics, thinking that he could be shot down with just these four missiles.

With the joystick in the right hand and the throttle in the left hand, sit as comfortably as possible, and leave the extra things to the flight control system, and yes, God!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four missiles exploded into four fireballs one after another.

The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter was incredibly flexible, swaying left and right between the fireballs, and managed to find a ray of life, avoiding the explosion in a narrow range of dangers.

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

"It's still there, he's still there!"

The wingman pilot "Tingyu" of the MiG squadron looked at the radar screen and his eyes suddenly widened. The strange aircraft seemed to be unscathed.

"Prepare missile 1, let's do it again!"

The lead pilot "Wufeng" quickly made new weapon tactics programming.

At this moment, he finally understood that the other party did not dodge or evade, not because he was foolish and bold, but because he was skilled and daring. If it were him and his wingman, they would not be able to do this. The other party was an unprecedented strong enemy.

However, the MiG squadron did not adopt the "two-stage attack" tactic in the first time, so they missed the second chance to make up for the attack.

While the two pilots were still in a hurry, the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter added power, and the vector spray tail burst out a long tail flame. The fuselage turned sideways, first sank suddenly, and then climbed again, giving the fuselage an angular velocity, like a small radius falling leaf drifting like a soul, falling two and a half circles, and finally changed out, inserting into the middle of the MiG squadron with unparalleled strength, and forcibly snatched a position.

"WTF?"

The lead pilot "Wufeng" even forgot to continue operating, opened his mouth wide, and stared at the incredible scene in amazement. The series of maneuvers of the aircraft were dazzling, and he and his wingman comrades did not even react at all.

The twin engines and vector tail make the F-22 particularly agile, worthy of the name "Raptor".

"What kind of fighter is this?"

The wingman pilot "Tingyu" shouted in exasperation.

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

Although it is an old aircraft, the maneuverability of the F-22 is far better than that of the MiG-28.

Under Chen Fei's control, the F-22 made continuous rolling maneuvers, slowly turning around the central axis of the head and tail. The gaps and gaps deliberately left on the surface of the "Flying Dragon" tactical armor showed silver thin lines, filling the entire cockpit in a blink of an eye. The people in the cockpit could be seen clearly in the first few turns of the body rolling, but after a few turns, the entire cockpit seemed to be filled with mercury, and only a piece of silver-white color that was indistinguishable from the surface of the body was left through the cockpit cover.

Chen Fei just subconsciously covered the entire fighter with his senses, and then the following changes were completely involuntary. The mirror-like skin of the aircraft seemed to become his skin. At the moment when man and machine became one, the five senses of vision, hearing, touch, smell and taste became one, and he felt the wind outside the cockpit at once, and even the change of airflow. He became F-22, or F-22 was him.

The wingman pilot "Tingyu" of the MiG squadron witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and shivered and said: "Monster, monster! This fighter is wrong!"

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

"I'll be on the left and you'll be on the right, and we'll separate!"

The pilot of the lead aircraft "Wufeng" made a prompt decision. The current three-plane formation was too embarrassing. The opponent was not in the attack angle of the MiG-28 at all, and the machine guns and missiles were completely useless.

The flight formation of the MiG aircraft team was immediately disbanded. The two MiG-28s, one on the left and one on the right, flew in different directions, as if they were escaping from trouble, trying to get as far away from the F-22 as possible.

Chen Fei's "eyesight" fell on the two MiG-28s respectively. The F-22 chose the wingman on the right and pursued them like a shadow.

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

In the cockpit of the MiG-28 flying to the left, the lead pilot "Wu Feng" saw the F-22 rushing towards his wingman and immediately chased him. He couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he could not finish his words. , that strange aircraft crashed into his wingman.

The MiG-28 disintegrated on the spot in mid-air and fell into pieces. In a flash of fire, more than part of the wreckage exploded, and a shower of meteors and fire fell to the ground dragging thick smoke.

"No……"

The lead pilot yelled "No Wind" at the top of his lungs.

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

The surface of the F-22's body that had just experienced a terrible impact was almost covered in bruises, cracks could be seen everywhere, and even the internal structure was exposed. However, the jet repaired itself quickly as if it were alive, and after a few breaths, it returned to its original state, never to be seen again. Not a trace could be found.

The instigator continued flying as if nothing had happened, while "Wu Feng", the lead pilot of the MiG team, gasped in disbelief.

How can this be?

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

No one can escape!

Chen Xiaoer does what he says, and should not pursue the enemy even if he is in a desperate situation. It is natural that he should fight to the death.

Whether the two MiGs from the 909 Air Service Base broke into the patrol airspace of the 911 Air Service Base and approached the location of the 911 Air Service Base with unknown purpose, or they took the initiative to fire the first shot and fired missiles at Chen Fei's F-22, It means that this conflict between the two parties cannot be resolved at all.

"911 Air Service Base, please wait!"

At this time, the 909 Air Service Base, which had been pretending to be deaf until now, finally made a sound.

"You guys wait a minute and 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 streaked across the sky silently and plunged into the cockpit of the MiG-28. The pilot, who was still trying to control the fighter jet, was burned into a torch in the blink of an eye, and a dazzling light burst out from the entire cockpit.

The next second, the leader of the MiG team exploded into a ball of fire in mid-air.

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

Chen Fei was finally willing to respond to the duty manager at the 911 air service base. He just blocked the communication because he thought the other party was noisy, and now the connection is restored.

"203, please return!"

Maham, the manager on duty, wiped the cold sweat from his head.

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

"No, no?"

Captain Chekov, who was about to arrive in the combat airspace, was a little dumbfounded.

"I'll go to the 909 Air Service Base first."

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

"I'll go with you!"

Chekhov's Big Bear volunteered, but he didn't catch the two MiGs. We just wanted to see if the 909 Air Service Base would get excited and let him have a good time.

Maham, the duty manager at the 911 air service base, hurriedly shouted: "Hey, hey, you two, don't mess around!"

These two guys are both thorny. Only Hana BOSS can suppress them both. Now that they have just left, these two guys are disobedient to management and are unorganized and undisciplined.

It was finally confirmed that the entire MiG squadron had been wiped out, and not even the pilots had survived. The 909 air service base roared angrily: "911, what have you done?"

The MiG team completely lost contact.

"Shut up!"×3

Chen Fei + Chekhov + Maham.

"You killed our people!"

The 909 Air Service Base was still arrogant and arrogant, crying out for grievances.

Maham: "You fired first!"

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

Chekov: "You will die first!"

909: "..."

The sudden loss of two MiG-28s and two pilots is definitely a considerable loss.

What's worse is that the current owner of the 909 Air Service Base is not the Mayman Brothers Consortium, but another military contractor. They thought they got a bargain, but they didn't expect that because of a mistake, they actually incurred such a huge deficit.

The air service bases scattered throughout the Hindu Kush Mountains are not real military bases. The source of profit comes entirely from the basic contracting funds and mission bonuses issued by the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee.

The two MiG jets were shot down before they even had time to complete several patrol missions. The losses were definitely not small.

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