Wang Zhuyu, who has a high advantage, has a slightly back position, and the nose of the aircraft pointed directly to the horizontally rolling J-10a, which is within an effective shooting angle. After the onboard radar target locks the target, the button is pressed down and the launch command is given.

In a blink of an eye, the last Pili-8b at the right wing root of Falcon Higher Education No. 107 was energized and activated, and the infrared point source seeker released an analog signal.

"drop!"

The sound of infrared missile warning system suddenly sounded in the J-10a cockpit, which was filled with radar signal illumination. It was sharp and rapid, and the frequency was extremely high. Like the No. 109 Falcon Higher Education, which was raiding at high speed, the old Feifei Bird was caught off guard.

Such support speed is simply unexpected!

"I'm afraid I'll be in trouble this time, so I can see if I can pull a cushion."

Sweat suddenly oozed out of the firebird's forehead, gritted his teeth, and felt determined in his heart, staring at the high-speed maneuvering l-15c falcon in front of him with a sharp gaze.

The sudden Falcon Higher Education 90% probability is Zhou Hai, and only he has such courage to enter the battlefield and take over the position of his comrades in the melee of close combat at night.

Without infrared bait bombs, the onboard radar is subject to strong electron interference and faces siege. Under such circumstances, there is only one who can pull a cushion!

One is not a loss, two are still profitable.

The J-10a's offensive suddenly became swift and fierce, almost rising to the highest level. He didn't care about the Thunder-8b that was shooting like an arrow behind him. He just wanted to use the last few seconds to get a launch opportunity.

"There is no bait bomb released, are you trying to replace me?"

Seeing the meaning of this J-10a, Zhou Hai shook his head, pushed the throttle valve upward, and pressed the rod downward, and connected a reverse Herbst maneuver. While lowering the height, he quickly completed a 180° rotation, flew to the blind spot of his sight, and easily got rid of the J-10a.

After all the operations, it is not at all conceivable and can be said to be perfect.

To be honest, avoiding the attack of enemy aircraft seems to be easier for Zhou Hai, and it is not as difficult as both sides attacking around seizing the initiative in the battlefield.

"This kid..."

The old Fei Firebird looked ugly. Through the glass of the cockpit on the right, he looked at the slippery l-15c falcon with complex eyes. He used the last time to issue a retreat order: "Branded pork, spring rolls, leave the battlefield immediately and retreat!"

The idea of ​​pulling a cushion is good, but the reality is a bit cruel, and the other party doesn't give him a chance at all.

He was sure that the pilot of this Red Army fighter jet was definitely Zhou Hai, and only this guy who could be called a flying genius had the ability to perform j turns as he pleased.

There are absolutely no other flight students.

Now we must retreat immediately to preserve our own vitality. The attack mission plan of the Spear Falcon Squadron this time, or the combat plan envisioned by our Blue Army, is very different from the actual situation, completely beyond the pre-war analysis and expectations.

Suffering from tactical nuclear weapons, the Red Army had the opportunity to take off the most critical air police-500, which was simply unexpected.

If it weren't for the early warning information support and electronic interference provided by this KJ-500, how could his own Spear Falcon Squadron end up like this?

"drop!"

After one second, the Pili-8b, which was not disturbed, spanned several kilometers of distances at a moving speed of 850 meters per second, accurately hit the J-10a driven by the old Feihuobi.

On-board avionics screen, red light and the pattern of your aircraft being shot down came out. The smoke generator at the tail end of the body emitted wisps of rich blue smoke.

The second J-10a was shot down!

The situation on the air battlefield suddenly changed, and the victory balance completely turned to the Red Army. After the Peak Falcon Squadron lost two J-10a, the force ratio changed from 6:3 to 6:2, and the number formed an overwhelming advantage, including three L-15c models with outstanding comprehensive flight performance.

"No. 3, do you still have missiles?" Zhou Hai did not care about the J-10a that left the field sadly above his head. He looked at the other two J-10a, accelerated to approach, and asked.

Bai Tangfei was a little embarrassed: "There are two more. I only caught one chance before, and Yi Xuewu and I were fooled."

"Now, these are useless. No. 2, you should exit the battlefield first, go to the temporary supply point to land, and reload weapons and ammunition. No. 3, you should work with me as a temporary wingman and support your teammates."

Zhou Hai watched the battlefield situation and quickly gave relevant arrangements: "Eagle Eye 1, the battle is about to end, and there is no need for the support of the second squadron."

The l-15c falcon driven by Wang Zhuyu, three thunderbolt-8bs, have been launched and are in an ammunition-free state. Instead of letting her hover meaninglessly here, it is better to land at the No. 1 supply point first, reload the weapon, and restore combat effectiveness.

A fighter without weapons is a tiger without teeth. It seems majestic, but in fact it has no effect.

In addition, the support of the second squadron is not needed to avoid exposing the real forces of the Red Army.

"Eagle Eye 1 received." The main radar operator of the combat mission team replied.

“Received on the 2nd.”

“Received on the 3rd.”

Wang Zhuyu and Bai Tangfei responded one after another, each responding.

The next battle is already a battle without suspense. The braised pork and spring rolls that are deeply entangled in close combat are no longer able to withdraw from the battlefield.

In close combat, whoever retreats first will leave the defenseless back to the enemy.

When two L-15c Falcons, which symbolized the main force of the Red Army, entered the battlefield, Tong Yuan, who fled desperately, successfully shot down the third J-10a driven by braised pork with the cooperation of Zhou Hai and Bai Tangfei, and soon ate the last fighter jet of the Spear Falcon Squadron.

The bright night sky is cold and the chaotic sky battlefield is gradually returning to calm.

"No. 1, I'm not saying anything, two words, I admire you."

The exhausted Bai Tangfei looked at the dazzling orange-red high-temperature tail flames in the night sky, and the two J-10a who were returning in shame shouted to the radio.

"I won't talk about these now, all aircraft should be alert." Zhou Hai's face was calm, and the pull rod kept flying horizontally, and said seriously: "Eagle Eye 1, the first squadron has wiped out all the enemy aircraft, please instruct."

In this battle, the First Squadron lost 2 people and annihilated 26.66% of the Blue Army's air combat forces. Two team members, Yi Xuewu and Zhang Jian, were shot down.

"I am the commander of the Red Army. No. 1. You did not disappoint me. This battle was beautiful! The aircraft of the First Squadron immediately returned and went to the No. 1 supply point with the Second Squadron to repair it. No. 9, No. 10, No. 11, No. 12. Your four aircraft are responsible for performing air combat readiness patrol missions."

The mission commander clenched his hands, suppressed his excitement, and the big rock hanging in his heart fell, and quickly issued a new combat order: "No. 110, No. 111, your two planes were shot down, withdraw from the military exercise, and return to the academy airport to land."

pretty!

Wonderful!

Although the air police-500 commanded by our side interferes with the Blue Army fleet, if you want to win, the combat troops still need to complete it.
Chapter completed!