Entering the artillery battle, no one present seemed to be able to judge the battle situation.

In this era of rampant missiles, many competitive players have very ordinary artillery skills, or simply do not practice much, and rely on luck and character during the competition.

Long Yun certainly doesn't like to try his luck.

If you want to talk about using aerial artillery to fight the enemy, not to mention anything else, he has achieved a lot of results in one-on-one duels. The Kaliss in front of him is certainly skilled, but what if compared to those NATO pilots who are fighting for survival in parallel worlds?

The bloody baptism of a real war cannot be simulated, and this is the essential difference between Long Yun and Calis.

Without the slightest hesitation, Long Yun's J-10 tail burst out with blue-blue flames, and the afterburner swooped and accelerated, and the sharp J-10 was like a silver sword cutting through the sky. From Mach 0.8 to breaking through the sound barrier, the fighter plane, which was still accelerating further, was still agile enough, and under the control of Long Yun, it quickly approached Calis, who had just escaped from the missile strike and was inferior in speed and altitude.

Having just recovered from the violently maneuvering red vision effect, the dark red display on the screen gradually faded, and although Calis turned his head to see Long Yun, who was killing quickly, there was no way to make any drastic movements to avoid it.

The continuous serpentine maneuver just now lost a lot of kinetic energy, and now the speed of the F-16 has been reduced to less than six hundred per hour, but Calis also a little lucky to think that such a low speed will cause a huge speed difference between the raider and the plundered. While controlling the fighter plane to sway left and right to dodge low, he was not afraid of Long Yun's attack now; That Chinese swooped down like this, and still had the luxury of hitting himself?

It doesn't have to be so unlucky.

Calis felt that although the Chinese in front of him was terrible, he was still a little anxious. As long as you dodge his first wave of raids, with the excellent acceleration performance of the "Fighting Falcon", you will soon be able to recover your speed, and then it will be up to him Calis!

As for the opponent's artillery attack? Calis wasn't worried.

Unlike the fierce air battles that many people imagine, the role of aircraft artillery in modern air combat is no longer significant.

To say that in modern air warfare, aircraft artillery has been reduced to an ornament like an infantry bayonet, of course, it is an exaggeration, but no one can deny the sharp decline in its attack capability.

Unlike the air combat of World War II, the speed of modern jet fighters has greatly increased, and the combat airspace has become wider, but the performance of aircraft guns has not improved substantially for many years. The caliber of the guns used by modern fighters is mostly 20 to 37 mm caliber, and the actual firing distance with lethal capability is only a few thousand meters; Although the rate of fire has increased, the accuracy of hits against fast-moving targets is still not satisfactory.

Now Calis is such an idea, as long as he enters the air battle of the aircraft, then the two sides basically have nothing to do with the opponent, and he can give full play to his mobile advantage; It's good to be able to beat the opponent, but if you can't beat it, you can also be in an invincible position, which can be said to be a pretty safe one.

Immersed in his trademark confidence, Calis went into a wide radius barrel roll to disrupt his opponent's aiming.

He never believed that a supersonic fighter could hit himself with a cannon fixed to the fuselage and unable to aim with him, as long as he waited for the Chinese to rush over his head and pull up-

His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden attack.

At a glance in a hurry, I saw only the afterimage flying in the sky, with a bright tracer trajectory crossing his side.

Explode! Another explosion!

The scattered warheads detonated around the "Fighting Falcon" from time to time, not at all like they were launched from a supersonic carrier aircraft. Aerial artillery is not a missile, and there is no possibility of correction when the shell is fired, and in order to accurately hit the enemy plane, the requirements for predicting and controlling the ability to control the enemy plane are extremely high.

A system prompt then appeared, and Calis was determined to have hit seven shells, and the fighter was determined to have been shot down!

The sight of the fighter plane catching fire and falling in front of him completely stunned Calis.

This, this rain of bullets, such a dense bullet -- how is it possible, how is this possible?

Sweating coldly, Calis's eyes glazed over, and he sat in the simulator seat in disbelief. Long Yun's barrel-rolling continuous strafing that he had just carried out completely destroyed his arrogance and inexplicable self-confidence. He just watched his plane crash to the ground, the screen rolling, and the earth approaching, which was a complete nightmare for a pilot.

Coming out of the simulator cockpit, his legs and feet were still a little trembling, and Lieutenant Colonel Calis's face, which had been red before, was now as gray as a dead man.

It's horrible.

The scene of the raptor strike just now still came to Calis's mind like a movie, although it was only a simulator, but the strong sense of oppression of the desperate kill was not discounted at all.

The fighter plane that swooped in from a high altitude burst out with bright tongues of fire from the side of the nose, tearing at the fire and explosion fragments that burst out on the body of his fighter, which made him break out in a cold sweat at that time. If this was not a simulator, but a real air confrontation, or even a real air battle, then he would have really turned into blackened charcoal and fell helplessly to the ground with the wreckage of the fighter plane.

It was a terrible battle.

Immersed in the fierce air battle he had just experienced, Calis's eyes were a little glazed, and his tone was no longer high.

"Friend, you—your name?"

"Long Yun."

“…… Long Yun. I'll remember the name. ”

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Calis had already lost the slightest arrogance, and when he saw Long Yun, whose face was calm as usual, he only had surprise in his heart and admiration that involuntarily grew.

Yes, Long Yun could clearly feel the mental activity of the mustachioed lieutenant colonel in front of him. A person who can become a pilot and has considerable combat skills, even if he is a little arrogant, is by no means a brainless straw bag. For a truly strong person, he will naturally have such feelings from the bottom of his heart.

But the man's self-esteem and competitive spirit encouraged the lieutenant colonel to send out an invitation to fight again.

"If you have the chance, please come to our air team. Come to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and we will fight again! Not only that, but Calis's competitive spirit seems to be recovering quickly: "Or—see you at the IFT!" ”

Long Yun couldn't help but feel funny when he heard Calis's words.

Listening to the tone of this lieutenant colonel, not only did he feel that he had steadily entered the IFT selection competition, but also clearly regarded Long Yun as a player who could represent China in the IFT. You must know that China is vast and crowded, and the military and civilian are all masters, although Long Yun is quite confident in his own technology, he is not sure that he will be able to stand out.

This Lieutenant Colonel Calis, it seems that his conceited personality cannot be changed.