Instantly killed?

This is very different from the goal given by Lin Jian, and Zhou Hai will not allow himself to be killed in seconds like this. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

You must know that in the air battle against the Japanese students, he has always solved the opponent in 20 seconds and killed the opposite side in seconds - even if he is defeated, it will have to drag on for a minute or two.

Moreover, Zhou Hai knew that he still had a glimmer of hope.

The battle in the sky was still going on, and the L-15C Falcon and J-10A flew at high speed with each other, entangled and circled, fighting from an altitude of 4,000 meters to an altitude of 2,000 meters, and flying from the front of the base to the sky above the base.

The old flying firebird constantly suppressed Zhou Hai and the L-15C Falcon, gradually seized the initiative, tried to seize the flaw, and killed with one blow.

"I basically figured out the strength of the Firebird, and there is indeed hope, the J-10 has an instantaneous disc advantage, a stable disadvantage, and the Falcon with a conventional aerodynamic layout is flat in this regard, and you can make a fuss from here, as well as the Herbst maneuver." Zhou Hai, who was under high overload, had a calm face, his brain was running at high speed like a computer, and he was thinking silently.

Knowing your opponent's strengths and habits is crucial in a fight to help you win.

Now, after a short but quick battle, Zhou Hai is basically familiar with the strength of the Firebird.

Then, with his right hand, he pulled the lever backwards and controlled the L-15C Falcon under him to accelerate its climb, roll longitudinally and flip sideways, and suddenly enter the front stage of the high yoyo maneuver.

High maneuver, the basis of offensive air combat, is an excellent means for the superior side to attack the inferior side, climb and fly to the visual blind spot area of the enemy aircraft, the speed and altitude are constantly converted, the energy loss rate is low, and it can also occupy the attack position.

"Do you still want to take the initiative?"

The old flying firebird, soaked in sweat, noticed the movement of the L-15C Falcon, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he was puzzled, but instead rolled in a circle, reducing his speed and consuming energy, he intercepted the flight position of the L-15C Falcon.

Following the opponent to do the same maneuver is undoubtedly a disadvantage, and in close-quarters combat air combat, if the pilot makes the slightest mistake, it can lead to defeat.

The J-10A, which is about to grasp the initiative in combat, roars and flies at a high speed of more than 100 meters per second, piercing the sky, leaving two white air currents on both wings, lifting the nose in the shape of a conical duck, and the middle distance coupling canard wings on the left and right leading edges to split the air flow, rolling around the circle, and the field of view of the drop-shaped glass cockpit obtains the position of the L-15C Falcon.

Finding the target, the old flying firebird did not hesitate at all, pulled the rod up, accelerated the climb, and prepared to intercept the attack to occupy the position, and completely grasp the battle initiative in his hands.

The initiative is equivalent to having the first opportunity, and can expand its advantage infinitely until the target is destroyed.

When the J-10A really gains the initiative, the final outcome of this battle has been presented.

Sensing the actions and intentions of the J-10A, Zhou Hai's face was still calm, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the joystick was pulled to the end, and he flew out of a complete high-yoyo maneuver without routine, and the nose of the aircraft was directly pulled through the 90° horizontal and vertical line, and a somersault maneuver was carried out from the climbing stage.

Somersault!

This was something that the old flying firebird did not expect at all, and was a little caught off guard.

In an instant, the J-10A, which was covered in silver, accidentally overtook the L-15C Falcon in a somersault state and rushed to the front position.

"It's my turn."

The L-15C Falcon flew out of the somersault maneuver at great speed, roaring at high speed, located behind the J-10A, Zhou Hai's eyes narrowed, and he said softly, seize this precious opportunity and continue to press the J-10A in front.

In an instant, the relationship between the hunter and the prey transforms.

The situation in air combat is changing rapidly, and even the most advanced fighter jets need people to control them, and as long as they are human, they may make mistakes.

For the masters, any little bit of food in the middle of a battle can lead to serious consequences.

Zhou Hai doesn't think of himself as a master of air combat, but he feels that his ability to seize opportunities is okay - now, the battle dominance is about to fall into his hands.

"Oops!"

Sensing the change in the situation, the firebird who was caught off guard scolded secretly, his heart was extremely serious, he gritted his teeth, quickly pulled the rod and stepped on the rudder, and controlled the J-10A fighter under him to turn sharply, trying to get rid of the pursuit of the L-15C Falcon behind him and regain the dominance.

The L-15C Falcon suddenly changed from the front of the high-yo maneuver and performed a small radius somersault to gain attack space, breaking away from the locked attack while also losing the initiative.

This situation not only made Firebird a little confused, but also made him feel that Zhou Hai was terrifying and adaptable.

It is imperative to get rid of the pursuit and regain the dominant position.

", Falcon Higher Education can really beat J-10?" The fryer in the apron area on the ground was frying, Yang Min's face was dull, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Wang Zhuyu was also a little confused: "What's the situation?" ”

Now, the sudden change in the situation of the battle in the sky made her scratch her head at all, beyond her values.

What's the situation?

Isn't the J-10A supposed to crush the performance of the L-15C Falcon?

The old flying firebird has the official status level of a first-class pilot in the Air Force, and belongs to the real Tianjiao elite, isn't it easy to beat flight cadet Zhou Hai?

But the battle in the sky presented a strange and shocking picture - the L-15C suddenly turned into a dominant party, constantly chasing the J-10A in front of it, trying to gain the initiative.

A second ago, the relationship between the two sides was very normal, and the J-10 was fighting with the L-15C Falcon.

After a second, the relationship between the two sides was completely reversed, like the operation of the warhawk in the extreme state of high attack angle and high side-slip angle.

"Comrade Firebird, come on, come on!"

Bai Tangfei, who was standing next to him and looking up at the sky, was stunned when he saw this scene, and after a short period of stunned, his hands were clenched, his whole body trembled slightly, and he prayed in his heart, no, he prayed that the old flying firebird would quickly use his might to defeat Zhou Hai.

If the old flying firebird loses, the promise he made in front of Zhou Hai just now will have to be fulfilled.

That's a whole month of garden maintenance!

"Steady, don't be in a hurry, this kid does have something, I have to take my time."

Holding the metal joystick tightly in his right hand, the old Flying Firebird staying in the cockpit, because the J-10A is in the forward position, he can't see the blind spot behind the line of sight at all, and the whole person can only rely on rich experience in air combat to avoid it.

At present, the Firebird can only make up for its mistakes with the help of the excellent aerodynamic layout of the J-10A.

Making a trivial mistake, or falling into a trap, left him in an extremely uncomfortable situation and on the verge of failure.

"Drop!"

In an instant, the sharp sound of radar warning sounded in the teardrop-shaped glass cockpit, which disappeared after a short sound, causing a certain degree of negative impact on the old flying firebird.

This kind of sharp and urgent prompt, on the battlefield, is the prompt of the arrival of the invitation of death, which means death, and no one wants to listen to this sound all the time.