Dragoon fighter

Colonel Cao has not finished speaking.

But Lieutenant Colonel Chen Jun understood, nodded vigorously, and said, "That's right!"

Sometimes the words may not be fully expressed, but it can make people understand the unsaid meaning following a very simple reasoning direction.

The two were staring at the three light spots that were intertwined on the screen. One of them was Major Lin Mo, who was extremely agile. The other two light spots that were joining forces to attack and defend were students. The two sides were fighting inextricably.

“I didn’t expect this guy to be a big fish!”

Colonel Cao Yueyang let out a long breath, as if he had heard some incredible secret.

That forward-swept wing fighter, and that indescribable tail spike, they had never seen anything like it before.

If it were an exclusive fighter jet, wouldn't the high quality of their intensive training course mean that pilots from all over the country would have to squeeze in?

The two instructors grinned in unison. They seemed to have seized every opportunity. I don't know if the military brass did it intentionally or not.

"Yeah, I didn't react for so long. I didn't think of it until recently."

Lieutenant Colonel Chen Jun laughed, as if an ordinary white-collar worker next to him suddenly transformed and unexpectedly turned into a superman who could save people from danger.

"It's better to keep this matter in your stomach. If you talk about it, you might get into trouble."

Colonel Cao Yueyang seemed to have discovered another world, but this world was too secretive and unknown.

I don’t know why there is another set of such high-end pilot war levels in the world. But the military deliberately concealed it. There must be a reason, this is definitely not a secret that the two of them have access to.

The two pilots vaguely felt that after so many years of World War II, the world was still not completely peaceful.

The two looked at each other tacitly, smiled knowingly, and unanimously did not continue the topic. It was enough to just mention some secrets.

The two of them had no idea that Lin Mo actually had a prototype aircraft similar to the "Monster". It was an exclusive prototype fighter loaned by Shen Fei. Looking at it, no pilot in the entire Air Force could enjoy such an honor.

Otherwise, it will be measured according to the "special level" standard. Lin Mo owns two unique and exclusive fighter jets. Isn't the same level more outrageous than the "special level"?

The battle between the three fighter jets on the electronic map is still continuing. On the other side, another smaller screen is constantly refreshing the operating steps of the three fighter jets and the simulation data of the body balance state. Professionals only need to glance at it to understand. See what kind of tactical maneuver the pilot is doing.

It took more than half an hour. The two cursors representing the students changed colors one after another, and they were all shot down.

This was an inevitable result, and the expressions on the two instructors' faces were completely expected.

"Level 2 combat order!"

The director of the tower stood up from his seat.

The tower, which was still in the process of communicating and maintaining communications, suddenly fell silent.

"What?"

"Level 2 combat order?"

Lieutenant Colonel Chen Jun and Colonel Cao Yueyang were both shocked and looked at each other.

The first-level combat order means war between countries, and the second-level combat order means local war, which is equivalent to the orange alert second only to the red alert in the US five-level security alert system.

The station commander shouted, and the tower was instantly filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Chen, Colonel Cao. The latest order from the Air Force requires the urgent secondment of Major Lin Mo and his fighter jets!"

The station commander rushed to the two instructors in three steps. Without waiting for their reaction, he turned around and issued an order to the staff at the relevant positions: "Notify Teacher Tang, transfer the order, push out the bomb truck first, and contact emergency Major Lin Mo, confirm the combat supplies with him."

"yes!"

"yes!"

The tower has completely entered into war procedures, and various positions are operating quickly.

"What's going on?" Lieutenant Colonel Chen Jun muttered to himself, suddenly getting excited. Speculated: "Is it an act of retaliation by the Americans? Sending F-22 Raptor fighter jets into Chinese airspace?"

"It's possible!"

Colonel Cao Yueyang nodded solemnly. Although he didn't know that Major Lin Mo had damaged an F-22 Raptor fighter a few days ago, he was able to turn around and escape from the two F-22 Raptors at that time. Judging from the unusual movements at the U.S. military base in Okinawa, the Americans must have suffered some hidden loss.

You give him the American look. The world owes him the code of conduct for foreign military affairs if he kills your whole family, and he will most likely do something audacious.

Beep beep beep! ~

Lin Mo heard a beep for encrypted communication access. This is not a regularly maintained open communication channel, but other new requests for access. The confidentiality level seems to be quite high.

Lin Mo conveniently clicked on the connection. After accessing the communication, a young woman's voice fell into the dragon knight's ears.

"Notice 'Dragon Knight', Level 2 combat order. Please arrive at the combat airspace xxxx in twenty minutes to intercept the hypersonic strategic reconnaissance aircraft, codenamed 'Dawn Goddess'. If you need combat equipment, please contact Quzhou Airport. Do you have any questions?"

Until he finished speaking, the other party's tone still did not fluctuate at all, and he maintained an even speed and clear enunciation. It was obvious that he had undergone special language training to ensure the best communication and dialogue.

Lin Mo's pupils shrank, goddess of dawn? Hypersonic strategic reconnaissance aircraft?

Is the military going to take action against the Americans' high-speed reconnaissance aircraft?

When Lin Mo and two other instructors received the J-10B fighter jets for training from Chengdu Aircraft Corporation of China, on their way back to Quzhou Airport, they encountered the Second Artillery Corps launching multiple surface-to-air missiles to intercept the American hypersonic strategic reconnaissance aircraft. machine.

"No problem! Execute the order now!"

Lin Mo replied in a deep voice.

This is not a combat order from the Nanjing Military Region, but a direct order from the top military and air forces.

The top military officials obviously want to use the performance of the X-8 "Monster" transforming wing fighter to compete with this annoying SR-91 "Dawn Goddess" hypersonic strategic reconnaissance aircraft.

"This order has been notified to Quzhou Military Airport simultaneously. You can choose to mount ammunition on your own."

The female communications soldier reminded at the end.

"Copy that!" Lin Mo kept his words concise as usual while flying in the sky. Try to avoid interception of your voice rays as much as possible.

"Xiao Yang, Xiao Wang, I have a mission. Go ahead. You can return to the airport by yourself."

As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, the deformed wing fighter jet erupted with even more dazzling propulsion tail flames, its flight speed suddenly increased, and it suddenly broke away from the three-plane formation and shot straight ahead at high speed.

Arriving at the combat position after twenty minutes, and having to load ammunition in the middle, it meant that the ultra-high-speed performance of the "Monster" transforming wing fighter must be brought into play. Only then can it be possible to meet the execution time limit of the combat mission, otherwise the best attack opportunity will be missed. In this case, Lin Mo will no longer retain the true performance of the fighter jet.

"Ah! Yes, Instructor Lin!"

"so fast!"

The instructor just finished speaking. The two students who had just completed the assessment found that the instructor's car had disappeared from their sight. The two J-10Bs in the three-plane formation were completely empty, except for a small black dot in the sky that gradually disappeared.

The two students stared at each other in their respective cockpits to confirm that they were not dreaming.

"So fast!"

The exact same exclamation as that of the two pilots sounded in the tower almost simultaneously, and there was more than one person.

"Is this Major Lin Mo's fighter jet?"

Colonel Cao Yueyang's eyes widened as he looked at the cursor signal representing Lin Mo on the display screen, which was approaching Quzhou Airport at an extremely long distance and at an extremely high speed. That speed was not something that a fighter jet could possess at all. It was the speed of a missile.

"Inform the ground crew and mobilize everyone. Hurry! Is the weapons list out?"

The station director also immediately got into high spirits and focused on directing the logistics support work.

"The weapons list has come out. Two pl-13 ultra-long-range air-to-air missiles! That's it! I have sent it to the weapons team and am extracting the ammunition."

The communications technology officer responsible for communicating with Lin Mo stood up.

"According to Major Lin Mo's speed, he is expected to arrive at the airport in 3 minutes! Oh my god! Is he driving a fighter jet or a missile?"

The technical officer who had been monitoring the fighter signals quickly calculated an astonishing value.

"Today's work records are not allowed to be kept. Give them all to me before leaving get off work. Remember, confidentiality regulations! No one is allowed to talk about it to the outside world, otherwise you will be careful of military law."

The usually tepid director issued the hush-up order with great arrogance. It was a rare battle that made him so excited that his blood almost boiled.

Three minutes, which is equivalent to 48 to 60 breaths for a normal person.

If those students are still on the tarmac. You will definitely see with your own eyes how instructor Lin Mo’s car completes the landing.

Almost accurately to the second, a huge black figure appeared above the runway. The four speed brakes suddenly opened. The speed of the fighter slowed down, and it rushed onto the runway lightly in one fell swoop. There was no smoke from the landing gear, and the aircraft completed a textbook-like safe landing.

"Brothers. Come on!"

"Come on!"

Before the "Monster" deformed-wing fighter had stopped sliding to the tarmac and was still on the runway, the men on the ground roared and followed the bomb-carrying truck and the refueling truck as they swooped toward the strange-looking forward-swept wing fighter.

At the same time, someone waved a signal stick at the fighter jets to remind them to stay put.

Time was running out, so all ground staff of the Quzhou Airport Fighter Division were dispatched, without any mobilization, to spontaneously carry out logistics work with the fastest efficiency.

Lin Mo didn't even need to get off the fighter jet.

In just a moment, the refueling truck quickly replenished fuel.

More than a dozen men were divided into two groups, shouting slogans, and carried the heavy PL-13 ultra-long-range air-to-air missiles with manpower, and started loading them into the built-in weapon bays on the left and right sides of the deformed-wing fighter.