Chapter 890: A Refreshing Victory

The first round of missiles were fired at the maximum range. When they flew here, they were no longer within the dynamic range. Although there was still a lot of energy left, this gave Zang San's plane some room to maneuver.

But there is good news for them, which is that we have no choice but to aim - there are multiple missiles aimed at the same target, which means that most of the aircraft are not actually killed.

In fact, if it weren't for their reckless flying, the few missiles that had been unlocked would not have been so easy to rediscover them.

It sounds slow, but it is actually very fast. It only takes one or two seconds for the outcome to become very clear.

Four of the Dirty Three's planes exploded in the air, and two of them fell downwards, dragging long fireworks, with two parachutes floating down in the air.

It is impossible to describe them one by one, and there is no need to describe them one by one. Anyway, it is enough to know that the invading enemy was shot down.

In fact, the second round of missiles had already arrived before the two parachutes of the first round opened.

The combat process of a combat missile is so exaggerated. The engagement distance is too close and the relative speed is too fast. A distance that takes dozens of minutes for a person to walk is only a matter of one or two seconds for a missile.

The speed of these missiles is over Mach 3.

What's different about this round of missiles is that most of them haven't even gone out of the power range, and the tail nozzles of the missiles are still spitting out flames. Not only can the air rudders be used, but the gas rudders can also be used, and the maneuverability is fully maximized!
At this time, most of the enemies' flying posture was completely destroyed and they could not keep their noses facing the missiles. Some of them exposed their sides, waists and backs, and some even exposed their buttocks.

This is even more noticeable in the eyes of Thunder-3.

The enemies were already dizzy and disoriented while dodging the first round of missiles. Most of them didn't even know that the second round of missiles was coming. They only knew that their aircraft shook and began to fall uncontrollably.

Some even knew nothing and died in the air.

For a moment, the sky was filled with thick smoke and flames. Even in a short period of time, it was impossible to count how many enemy planes had been shot down.

There were too many of them, so many fragments and fuselages that our comrades could not tell who was who for a moment. It seemed that part of the fuselage was directly cut off by the rod-type warhead. From a distance, two large balls of fire fell down, and it was impossible to tell whether it was one or two planes.

There were still a few enemy planes flying in the sky. At the radar station on the ground, the radar operator reacted very quickly: "Preliminary judgment shows that there are 7 remaining enemy high-speed targets."

Wow, another 8 enemy planes shot down.

24 missiles shot down 14 enemy planes. It is not surprising that the third-generation infrared air-to-air missiles achieved this effect when facing fighter jets with the technology level of the 50s.

The enemy was unprepared and had no means of interference. It was first attacked by a salvo of missiles while flying in normal formation, and then attacked again while its posture was destroyed and its energy was greatly lost.

Even the last 12 missiles were a bit unfair, as their engagement distance had already been considered to be in the no-escape zone. The main reason for 12 out of 8 was probably that the number of enemy aircraft targeted was insufficient due to repeated aiming and pointing.

The only problem is that it is difficult to count the results of the battle. Whose missile shot down the target? There is no way to calculate the number. Fortunately, we still have a kind of recognition called collective merit.

At this time, the 12 fighter jets that were left far behind by the rapidly flying missiles had already flown in front of and above the enemy aircraft.

Looking at the enemy planes flying around like headless flies, the captain was overjoyed. To be honest, he never thought that these two rounds of Thunderbolt-3 could beat the enemy like this. Seeing that there were only a few enemy planes left, he gave an order: "Freely choose the target and shoot from top to bottom!"

Why, when our air force was in the most difficult situation, military fans still held out a glimmer of hope that eight F-8s could defeat one F-22? Because when it comes to air combat, hitting high and low is really an advantage!

At that time, the F-22 was the highest fighter we could fly. Although the F-2 had a practical ceiling of 2.0 meters, considering that they had a lift-to-drag ratio of 19000 and had a hard time shooting down a stray balloon at an altitude of 117 meters, maybe there was a glimmer of hope for the F-3, after all, the F-A was shot down by the SAM-.

Without his second order, our war eagles had already divided into groups of two, dispersed, and swooped down towards their respective targets.

"This one is ours, go find something else."

"Why are you in such a hurry? There are six formations. Didn't you hear the radar station report that there are seven more targets? That's enough."

During the intense pursuit maneuvers, the pilots even had time to grab kills in the channel.

The main thing is to press down from above, and it is so easy to turn on the radar and aim at the enemy aircraft like a headless fly. They don't even have to bite the enemy's tail for a long time like in routine training. As long as the onboard radar controls the Thunder-3's seeker to lock the enemy aircraft, they can press the launch button and then disengage easily.

Some comrades even used traditional tactics, attacking enemy planes from the air, shooting them down with machine guns and then flying away with their planes.

The sky was soon clear, and not even the shadow of an enemy plane could be seen. All that could be seen was the wreckage of the falling enemy plane, the remaining smoke from the missiles, and, yes, the six parachutes floating down.

The first pilot to parachute was still floating in the air. It was hard to imagine how quickly the battle ended.

"My cannon ammunition is still full, but my missiles are all gone."

"Hey, you're not as good as me. I shot one down with a machine gun, haha." "You can use missiles to shoot down a plane, only fools use machine guns."

"Don't worry about it, it just shows that I have solid basic skills!"

At this time, the captain's order to count the battle situation sounded on the radio.

After a series of sonorous reports, the captain reported to the air command center at the western airport.

"Report, about 20 enemy planes shot down, no loss to our side."

To be honest, I really don't know how many planes we have shot down. I can only give a rough estimate based on early observations, combined with the data from radar stations and everyone's final battle records.

But this is not important. It doesn’t matter whether 19 or 20 planes are shot down. What makes all comrades happy is that we have no losses.

"Well done! We fought really well!" The commander of the air command center slapped the map table hard with joy.

At this time, the voice of the radar operator at the radar station came from the radio.

"One plane escaped, one plane escaped, position XXXX, altitude 8000 meters, direction XXXX, fleeing out of the country!"

That was the only enemy plane that escaped. In the "air battle" just now, he took advantage of the chaos to escape to a low altitude, and then turned around and flew towards Zang San in the confusion.

There's no point in fighting this war. We can't even see the enemy's people, and almost all of our own people have been killed!
When our commander heard this, he did not think it was a big deal. One out of 21 enemy planes escaped, which was nothing. After fighting for so many years, when he was in the army, he knew that there would always be a few enemy planes that escaped, but it had no impact on the overall battle situation.

But for the comrades flying in the sky who heard it, that was another matter.

Is there such a thing? That's impossible! We must make sure that the enemy has no chance of returning. This is not just written in books or sung in operas, we must also do it.

Some pilots have quickly completed the calculations in their minds.

"I'll chase it! I'm closest to it and the direction is right."

If the enemies just now were all heading in our direction, we would have no problem surrounding them no matter how we did it. But now after such a fierce battle, we have to pay attention to the direction. The direction is opposite to the border. By the time they turn around, the enemies may have almost flown away. After all, here is only a few dozen kilometers away from the border.

Without waiting for anyone to respond, he pushed the throttle of the plane to the maximum. The fighter plane made a loud "bang" during flight, and with a top speed of more than Mach 1.5 and the sound of wind and thunder, it rushed towards the direction of the enemy plane.

Although the fighter jets at that time were supersonic, they could not fly at supersonic speed without afterburner. Otherwise, the fourth-generation (fifth-generation) aircraft of later generations would not have included supersonic cruise as one of the 4S standards. Of course, some fifth-generation aircraft were too fat, so supersonic cruise was out of the question.

The F-86 can fly supersonic, but it can only do so by diving at maximum horsepower, and that was very difficult. At the speed of the modified Zhan-6, it was chasing very quickly and watched the enemy plane enter the range of its missiles.

At this moment, during the pre-war mobilization in the air, the commander's instructions rang in his mind.

"We must try our best to ensure that the enemy lands on our land!"

Thinking of this, the pilot released the locking button of the infrared air-to-air bomb, which was not safe.

He knew that the enemy was approaching the border rapidly at this time, and with great height and speed.

Even if the missile catches up with the enemy, if it fails to explode in mid-air, the enemy will still slide back to the enemy side.

He decided to blow up the enemy in mid-air just to be on the safe side.

Airplanes are very interesting things. If they don't disintegrate in the air, they can glide very far. But if they disintegrate in the air, it will easily fall vertically and will not be able to fly very far.

Compared to the warhead of a missile, the power of a single shell may not be comparable, but if a string of shells can be fired at an enemy aircraft, the chances of the enemy aircraft disintegrating in mid-air are much greater.

As for what if the bombing hasn't happened yet? If it hasn't happened, it hasn't happened. It's no big deal. Didn't you hear the leaders say "try their best to ensure it"? Try their best, not necessarily.

At this time, the enemy, who was already terrified and fleeing towards the border desperately, did not hear the roar behind them. Although the sound was very loud, the speed of the sound could not catch up with the speed of our fighter planes.

During the fierce pursuit, our plane even began to tremble a little.

The enemy just increased his speed to the maximum. To him, speed was everything. He wanted to fly back to his side as quickly as possible. Lord Dong didn't dare to chase him.

We will indeed not chase after them this time, but it’s not because we don’t dare, but because we just can’t.

(End of this chapter)