My Empire

"Huh! Huh!" The wingman who had just staggered and climbed was not polite. Two Sidewinder close-range combat missiles shot out from the outermost multi-mounted pylon under the fuselage of the f-14 fighter jet, with dazzling dazzling appearance. The tail wing rushed towards that huge target.

Because of the helmet sight, the two missiles drew a beautiful arc in the sky, and then aimed at the black behemoth that had lost its speed.

But that magic dragon is obviously also rich in combat experience. Although it does not have speed, it has exerted its physical advantage in flexibility.

I saw it twisted its huge head, aimed at the direction of the missile's attack, opened its mouth in the blood basin, and sprayed out a powerful black flame.

This is also a new opportunity for the magic dragon to get rid of the lock of the missile-their flames can induce the failure of infrared-guided combat missiles, and may also destroy the incoming missiles to achieve the purpose of protecting itself.

However, this tactic requires skill, and it does not work every time, so it has not formed a large-scale reversal on the battlefield.

"Huh!" The black flames in the sky rolled and spread, and it looked very spectacular. The two combat missiles were submerged in the flames and disappeared in an instant.

In the next instant, a Sidewinder Fighting Missile exploded in the black flames, causing the black flame to instantly become more fiery red.

The other Sidewinder missile also exploded ahead of time, and only part of the shrapnel penetrated the magical defense barrier on the front of the dragon, and was embedded in the thick armor of the dragon.

The slightly injured giant dragon screamed, flapping its fleshy wings and rushing awkwardly towards the wingman who was turning and attacking not far away.

But behind it, the pilot pilot, who had accelerated to get rid of, had used his helmet sight to lock on this huge monster that looked the size of two ordinary dragons.

"Card!" I turned on the missile launch button on his joystick, and the self-check before the missile was launched was completed by the computer. On the pilot's helmet sight, the green indicator light began to flash.

The locked light spot was set on the huge black body, and the pilot subconsciously pressed the attack button to fire.

"Huh!" A Sidewinder close-range combat missile broke away from the pylon, ejected a dazzling tail flame, and rushed towards the dragon with a white smoke.

"Huh!" There was only a pause of less than a second, and the second missile broke away from the restraint of the missile pylon under the fuselage, and rushed towards the target without any advance.

Two white smoke trails flew towards the target one after the other, like lightning blasting in the sky. The magic dragon had two fists and four hands, and was hit hard by these two missiles behind him.

On the deck of an inconspicuous demon warship on the sea in the distance, Alicia looked up at this extraordinary aerial battle.

The mechanical beauty of the Airland Hill Air Force left a very deep impression on her. Every acceleration is accompanied by thunder (engine afterburner noise), and every turn is like a thunderous scene, which is a feeling she likes.

"Your Majesty, do you want us to make a move..." a demon general pressed the long sword around his waist and asked uncontrollably.

In his opinion, if several demon generals shot down these two **** human fighters together, it would still be possible to do something.

"No need." Alicia waved her hand: "That will only provoke more enemies. There is a very efficient means of communication between them, and the enemy will instantly determine our combat effectiveness, and then make more difficult enemies. Come find us."

"But if that magic dragon is shot down... they will come and attack us too..." Another demon general whispered to persuade him: "No matter we don't make a move, they will kill it."

"Then wait for them to kill." Alicia smiled: "Anyway, the ship sinks, it's not impossible for us to fly back."

She looked up again at the magic dragon that was bombarded by missiles and fell from the air, and said: "These aircraft are different from the aircraft that attacked our fleet before, so I bet they won't attack us."

Above the sky, the long plane that saw the magic dragon fall still did not relax its vigilance. After circling a circle in the sky, the f-14 fighter jet seemed to vent its hatred, and turned to the one that had only the strength to struggle. The magic dragon launched a fighting missile.

The missile exploded at close range, forming countless shrapnel, which almost shredded a wing of the magic dragon.

It finally couldn't support it, and it fell rapidly, screaming and falling into the sea, stirring up a huge water column.

"Confirm that the target has been shot down! Confirm that the target has been shot down." The height of the wingman is higher, and their vision is better. They confirmed that the Devil Dragon had been shot down. As for whether the target was dead or not, it was not something they could figure out.

This is not on land. Watching the devil dragon smash into the stomach, you can completely confirm that the target has been destroyed. Devil dragons that fall into the sea, under normal circumstances, will not be killed immediately-of course, they will not live for too long, and soon they will drown. After all, they are not creatures in the ocean.

"Did you see the demon battleship over there?" After confirming that the dragon was shot down, the wingman asked again through the phone.

"I saw... a fish that slipped through the net." The lead pilot replied as he climbed the altitude.

"Are we going to attack?" The wingman's eager voice came.

"Strike with the cannon? Don't be kidding. I don't want to risk a fighter jet worth more than 30 million gold coins." The pilot pilot shook his head.

"If the opponent has a magical attack and hurts the fighter, we have to write dozens of pages of reports..." The radar operator is not willing to take the risk: "We can launch several air-to-air missiles at it, but the sea clutter is very large, aim -120 may not hit the target."

"What if there is a devil's senior commander on that battleship?" the wingman asked unwillingly.

"Well, if there is a devil inside, what do you think of our past? The devil will praise our courage, then let us go, pat our wings, and compliment:'boy, your plane is so handsome!' "The pilot of the lead plane joked: "Go back, send the coordinates of this ship to the wing command, and see if they are willing to line up another group of planes to attack..."

"Hahahaha!" The wingman pilot laughed. He also knew that if the Demon King shot, even if there were a few Demon Generals, their two planes would not get any cheap.

The roar of engines echoed between the sea and the sky, and the two fighter jets circled the sky, and then disappeared into the distant clouds.

On the deck, Alicia looked back at the two planes disappearing into the sky: "Their planes are so handsome!"

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