Chapter 563: It's a Typhoon! (Ask for a commuter pass)

The wind and sun are beautiful, and the scenery from the top of the sky is beautiful.

Located above the sea in the South Atlantic, a thrilling battle is about to take place.

The Falklands, also known as the Frank Islands, are the mainstream international names and the latter are British names, and their essence has not changed.

At this time, the on-board multi-function display gave a prompt to receive the public channel radio, and after Zhou Hai adjusted to the public channel, a slightly arrogant international English shout with a London accent came into his ears:

"Repeat, this is the British Air Force, two unidentified aircraft, please immediately indicate the purpose and identity of the flight!"

So fast.

Zhou Hai's eyes narrowed, without fear, he didn't speak and answer for the time being, his eyes were like radars observing the surrounding airspace through the glass cockpit, and his extremely keen dynamic capture ability instantly found two gray war eagles that were attacking at high speed at 3 o'clock.

The distance is about fifteen kilometers, and the visual altitude is 13,000 kilometers.

Finding the target and observing it carefully, Zhou Hai quickly confirmed the model through the silhouette and shape of the two warhawks.

The iconic duckling, with a double rectangular air intake under the belly, a large delta wing and single vertical tail with wing-body fusion technology, grey low-visibility livery, and an advanced glass cockpit that reflects sunlight.

Two high-capacity auxiliary fuel tanks are mounted at the root of the left and right main wings, and two AIM-120D medium-range air-to-air missiles and two AIM-9X 'Sidewinder' combat missiles are mounted under the wings.

The collection of everything constitutes the dazzling star of the world's third-generation half-fighter sequence - the Typhoon fighter.

The two Typhoon fighters in front of them belong to the Falklands Air Base of the British Army.

"Zero, the British are coming, what are we going to do? I haven't seen them yet. ”

In the encrypted radio channel, Rosal, who had already heard the shouting of the British Typhoon fighter pilot, looked a little flustered.

As soon as I talked about the British Typhoon fighters, I immediately encountered the shouts of the opposing pilots, which was an unexpected situation!

The shouting on the public channel means a situation - the two sides are basically in sight.

The first encounter between the A-4AR Battle Aquila and the Typhoon has left an indelible psychological shadow on Rosal, and the feeling of being teased and ridiculed unscrupulously is almost insane.

The combat Skyhawk, which has extremely low maneuverability and comprehensive flight performance, is completely suppressed by a typhoon in the sky, and has no ability to resist at all!

"Face Baishi, the target is in the direction of 3 o'clock, the distance is about 14 kilometers, the visual altitude is 13,000 meters, and the speed is 800."

Zhou Hai noticed the strangeness and panic in Rosal's tone, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, adjusted the radio frequency, and immediately called the nearest St. Ann base: "Call St. Ann Base, this is the captain of the training squadron, code Zero, intercepted by two British Typhoon fighters in the target sea area, and requested to implement the No. 1 scheduled plan." ”

"This is the St. Ann's base, zero, approved for the execution of the 1st plan." The controller of the St. Ann's base tower, located 200 kilometers away, gave instructions as quickly as possible after receiving a request from Zhou Hai.

In the cockpit of the Blue Bird, Rosal, who heard the conversation between the base tower and Zhou Hai, was a little confused and at a loss: "Zero, what is the No. 1 plan?" ”

Before he could see the two Typhoons clearly, when he heard this predetermined plan beyond the scope of the original flight mission, Rosal's heart was in a state of uneasiness.

He felt that this No. 1 plan was not ordinary.

"When encountering the British Typhoon fighters, it is a close contact with the other side, of course, I am more accustomed to calling this kind of daily friendly exchange activities, bakers, preparing for close combat."

Zhou Hai, who had received the approval and permission of the Albanian Air Force, still looked pale, his right hand tightened, adjusted his state, stared at the two typhoons flying at high speed in front of him, swept a look of expectation, and gave an order.

After nearly two months of silence, Zhou Hai's passion had already been exhausted by the long sea drifting life and boring flight teaching.

is about to fight with the Typhoon fighter next, and finally let Zhou Hai recover his former spirit.

The mission and destination of an air warrior is to fight.

Zhou Hai really wanted to see what the real strength of the world-famous Typhoon fighters and British pilots was.

"What, using a typhoon for martial arts training? God, is this crazy? I feel like it's playing with fire! Zero, I have been in contact with the Typhoon before, the performance of this fighter is very superior, and the strength of the British pilots is very high. When Rosal's face turned green when he heard this.

Using the British Army's Typhoon for combat training?

That's a typhoon!

The typhoon that once ravaged the entire Argentine Air Force!

God, he has just had the solo flight qualification of the Blue Bird, and he has not fully understood the performance of this fighter at all, and is only in the most basic flight stage.

However, now directly to the most dangerous close-quarters combat in air combat, why do you still use the special Typhoon to train?

Crazy!

Crazy beyond imagination!

RoSal really feels like he's going crazy, who came up with this predetermined plan?!

"Baker, if you're scared, you can quit this battle and watch and learn from the side."

Zhou Hai, who was controlling the entire Qingjiao fighter, suddenly changed his words, as cold as ice.

In the encrypted radio communication channel, Rosal's reply was followed: "Zero, sorry, I'm not afraid, just worried." ”

As Argentina's best pilot, Rosar was reluctant to admit that he was scared.

Even if the two Typhoon fighters flying at high speed are the nightmare that he has always lingered in.

"Baker, a warrior can fail, but must not be afraid of the enemy." Zhou Hai's face was still pale, he was engrossed, and his state had been adjusted to the best level, and then he switched to the public communication channel.

"Zero, I see, thank you."

When Rosar heard this, he suddenly woke up and fell silent, and after a few seconds, he adjusted his emotions and tried to eliminate his fear of the Typhoon fighters, and gritted his teeth in response.

This is from Zhou Hai's teaching, he can't live up to it, he must perform well!

in public channels.

"Two unidentified planes, one last warning, this is the British Air Force, you have arrived over the Frank Islands Fishery Administration Reserve, please immediately indicate the identity and purpose of the flight, otherwise we will implement countermeasures!" The warning sound of the British Typhoon fighter pilot's angry warning was accompanied by radio transmission throughout the surrounding airspace of tens of thousands of square kilometers.

The British Army's Tsushima Fishery Administration Reserve is set up as a 200-nautical mile, and once an unauthorized unidentified aircraft enters the fishery administration protection area and is discovered by the Falklands Air Base, it will take off fighters as soon as possible to carry out the identification and expulsion mission.

Well, that's right, it's 200 nautical miles, and the so-called fishery administration protection zone is an alternative air defense identification zone with enough buffer distance.