My Empire

The F-14 Tomcat fighter pilots in the sky can be said to be very safe. They don't have to worry about otherworldly air in their cockpits. They wear heavy helmet sights, oxygen masks and a communication system on their faces.

These fighters can fly more than twice the speed of sound when necessary, and not just any demons can catch up.

Therefore, as long as they retreat resolutely, they are often safe and will not be shot down. Including the f-15 fighter jets, the pilots of the f-16, the f-18 and the f-14 fighter jets, from the beginning of the war so far, the number of real deaths is really very small.

"The radar interference is very serious, I can't confirm the target." Sitting in the position of the co-pilot, the weapon operator looked at the radar screen, looking for suspicious targets in this sea area.

Their fighter radar can only scan the air, after all, the F-14 Tomcat fighter is not a multi-purpose sea attack fighter.

The task of attacking the sea surface is generally entrusted to the f/a-18 fighter jets. The multi-purpose radars they carry and the light anti-ship missiles they carry are the main means of attacking the sea.

"I bet there are no more enemies in the sky." The pilot controlled the plane to shuttle through the clouds, and the two huge engines made a deafening roar.

In fact, the entire sound of the engine could not be heard in the cockpit, they could only feel the turbulence of the airflow, and some noise. After all, a good working environment has always been the guarantee for pilots to perform tasks for a long time. Therefore, the problems of noise in the cockpit, etc., the engineers of Ailan Hill have made extensive improvements.

Because of the magic in this world, many details that needed to be solved with weight in the past can now be solved with magic, so similar improvements have given Ailan Hill's fighter jets more powerful performance.

"Long flight! Long flight! I saw a strange target on my radar! It's 20 kilometers southwest of us..." The wingman’s confirmation voice came from the headset, and the radar weapon operator behind the pilot. After hearing it, he involuntarily distinguished his radar carefully.

"This is indeed a suspicious spot... It may be interference, it may be a large enough magic dragon!" The radar operator carefully looked at the radar screen and said, "This **** electromagnetic radiation... When can I calm down?"

"Probably within the next two days!" The pilot turned his course, and then looked at the somewhat turbulent direction instrument: "We must reserve more fuel, otherwise, when we go back, it may be due to electromagnetic interference. Missed the aircraft carrier."

"The No. 25 Squadron No. 3 formation, go to patrol the suspicious target!" After the pilot reported by pressing the intercom, he gently pushed his joystick to make his fighter leaning towards the target.

The wingman behind the f-14 Tomcat fighter also tilted its fuselage almost at the same time, and the two aircraft passed the clouds gracefully in tandem.

"The radar interference is still very serious... It's a waste of time and energy for us to search for the target with our eyes like this." The weapon operator in the back row stared at the sometimes absent cloud layer and continued to complain.

They could have used radar to accurately find the target. Now because of the electromagnetic interference caused by the nuclear bomb, they can only use their eyes to find the enemy. This is a depressing thing.

If placed below this distance in the past, they could already fire at those demon aerial targets that couldn't see the Ailan Hill fighter jets at all.

"I didn't see any targets!" A distance of 20 kilometers was nothing to the f-14 fighters. Soon they came to the area where they might have found the target. But there are only some clouds here, and there are no demon air forces as expected.

The two planes began to descend a little bit, until they dropped below the clouds, and they did not find the desired target.

However, they found the wreckage of the demon force attacked by the f/a-18 multi-role fighter on the sea. There were fragments of some warships floating on the sea, most of which were broken decks.

Traces of the leaked energy liquid can still be seen faintly. The waves slapped against some small boats, and there were no escaped demons empty above them. Because of the fuel explosion, no demons would have the opportunity to climb on the new equipment that was ready to save life.

The devil’s navy did not think of some ways to save themselves. They also realized that their warships are very fragile and easy to explode. So they also prepared some escape equipment for their warships, and the lifeboat is one of them.

It's a pity that the demon navy's officers and soldiers had not had time to put down these small lifeboats because they were killed too quickly, and even the people and the boats were blown up into the sky.

"It seems that they have not been able to escape the search of the attack aircraft..." The weapon operator on the co-pilot also saw the seemingly bleak sea, and said with emotion.

"Wait... there is a reaction on the radar." When the operator retracted his gaze, he accidentally saw a large target on his radar screen: "It's nearby! Adjust the height. ! Adjust the height!"

Almost subconsciously, the pilot slammed the joystick, and the f-14 Tomcat fighter immediately accelerated and began a dive.

In another Tomcat fighter following this fighter, the pilot yanked his joystick while loudly reminding his lead plane: "The magic dragon! The magic dragon! It's behind you! Hell! !"

"It's diving! Very fast!" The operator on the co-pilot twisted his head, trying to find the black monster chasing him behind him, but he could only see a sturdy one swinging. There are black tails and some scary dragons with lin-armored body parts.

"Sit down!" The driver pushed the afterburner, and the feeling of pushing his back instantly made him lean on his ejection seat. While manipulating his plane to accelerate, he slammed the joystick, causing the plane to roll quickly to one side.

Sure enough, the moment the f-14 Tomcat fighter staggered its original flight trajectory, the black flames sprayed from the magic dragon behind it lit the sky where the original f-14 fighter was located.

"Goodbye!" The driver who had escaped the fatal blow knew that with the speed of the magic dragon, it was impossible to perform a second attack. He calmly drove his plane around a large radius turn, and then saw the black dragon that had lost high potential energy and spread its wings to climb.

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