For the pursuers who were already so close, Long Yun's handling was very clean.

Piloting the white No. 20 Su-27S painted with a big red five-pointed star, the cockpit gradually sounded a short warning sound of the RWR, and the wingman also reported to him on the radio and discovered the electronic irradiation signal of the NATO mobile radar, apparently the long-range warning radar deployed in the northern part of the Asia Minor Peninsula had already discovered the traces of the intruder, and at this time more than one fire control radar integrated in the ground-to-air missile system had been eyeing the two "flanks" who were rushing all the way.

The heavy threat of surface-to-air missiles is imminent, and the "Lancers" that need to be attacked have already flown over the coastline ahead, and at this time when it is easy to be scrambling, no one can tolerate harassment in the direction of six o'clock.

Following the direction of the enemy plane that his consciousness could detect, Long Yun immediately concentrated on conveying an unprecedentedly strong idea.

Catapult it young man!

Pull the handle and get free, what are you waiting for?

It seems to be a kind of fantasy to play tricks on people, but it solves the problem without a single shot.

As the shadowless mind maneuvered through the sky, without any prior warning, the fuselage of the F/A-18E fighter plane that was rushing suddenly shook, and the pilot's seat dragging the booster tail flame immediately pierced out of the cover; A small gray-white towing umbrella bloomed in the blue sky, and the "bumblebee" that had lost its control was unwilling to roll uncontrollably in the void, and then fell like a kite with a broken string, and soon disappeared into this large sea of gray clouds that could not be seen.

This, this is to kill the opponent?

Just now used his mind to let the Americans play a bungee jump without a rope, Long Yun looked back in the cockpit, although at this time the RWR alarm became more urgent, and it was obvious that the ground ahead was already full of danger; But his eyes followed the tumbling and falling "bumblebee" and kept looking down. He still thought it was incredible.

Get your mind moving. You can directly let the opponent fly away from the landline like a salute. Is this still an air war?

Immersed in the tense combat atmosphere, Long Yun didn't have time to think about it so much, he immediately took the rod to adjust the course and climbed up to meet the white No. 19 wingman rushing in front.

In any case, the six o'clock direction has been cleared anyway, and there do not seem to be other NATO interceptor fighters in the nearby airspace; Today, after flying a fighter plane in the sky for so long, I encountered either "Fighting Falcons" or "bugs", and these things can only be regarded as appetizers for the number one ace of the Red Air Force.

Now, since the White Twenty only has 3,000 liters of oil left. It's time to bring the main course to the table!

Perhaps because of the continuous pursuit and fierce battles (or crazy hanging, whatever you want) and the fight arose, while approaching the direction of the wingman, while using the N001 radar to search for several target echoes in the distant sky, Long Yun stared at the fire control system with high morale and waited for the calculation results of the fire control system, while thinking about how to use the four R-27ERs mounted to complete this thrilling continuous target shooting activity. Speaking of the R-27E series, his landline has traveled more than a thousand miles with these thick and heavy large guns, and now if he doesn't shoot down a few "lancers", he is simply sorry for the fuel cost along the way.

After waiting for a few seconds, the fire control system gave the target a distance of thirty kilometers. The speed is eight hundred, and the hint can be fired!

Cruise missiles are launched from enemy aircraft at the far end of the sky. Until now, the distance is thirty kilometers, and the afterburner sprint just now is really not in vain, and those "lancers" who fled without their lives are still flying at low altitudes, are they betting that the radar of the Su-27S can't see them clearly?

Seeing that the target was already in sight, Long Yun immediately reminded the wingman to pay attention to cover, after launching the semi-active radar-guided missile, he could not maneuver as he wanted, and if there was really any situation, he would have to rely on the wingman to resist for a while.

As if to allow him to aim and shoot all the time, just as he was nervously preparing to launch, there was still no shadow of a NATO fighter plane above the clear clouds, only a few dark gray blurred black dots in the southern sky that suddenly became thinner, and they were still on the way to escape slowly and awkwardly. While skillfully operating the missile launch steps, Long Yun, whose eyesight was far beyond ordinary people, vaguely saw these "lancers" who were huge and had a farther visual detection distance, and he quickly selected two of the targets on the radar, and then pressed the button and threw two R-27ERs on the inner pylons of the wings.

"The distance is 30 kilometers, and the target speed is 800", even the extended-range R-27ER is difficult to deal with fighters and other targets in this situation; However, unlike the agile and agile fighter that can speed up and throw off missiles, with the B-1B's (and of course the same for other strategic bombers), with its pitiful maneuvering evasion ability, in the face of air-to-air missiles, in addition to casting electronic jamming, can basically only be used as a target.

After the launch, he threw the irradiation mission to the fire control system and concentrated on piloting the fighter plane to cruise southward at high altitude, while cautiously flying along the predetermined navigation route, avoiding the PAC-2 surface-to-air missile launch position in northern Turkey, while staring at the vast sky outside the cockpit, and when his eyes fell on the missile that was flying away with a large cloud of smoke, a slightly mocking smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

The B-1B "Lancers", taking this kind of aircraft to raid near the battle line, is really thanks to the guys in NATO who are engaged in battle planning!

As a strategic bomber that emphasizes low-altitude covert penetration capabilities and has good radar stealth performance, the B-1B is different from the B-1A that died in the same door, although it also has a huge body, the frontal RCS is only about one square meter, which is obviously a unique advantage compared with the Soviet Tu-160. But as Long Yun thinks now, he really doesn't understand the value of the "Lancer" radar stealth strategic bomber, RCS is similar to the F-16, it still can't avoid the tracking and monitoring of the Soviet long-range radar, at most it can only be closer to the covert penetration; Besides, strategic bombers are not one-time cheap consumables after all, and when they run away after throwing ammunition, what will happen to the radar scattering surface behind the tail that is still clear and conspicuous, and the Americans really treat the Warsaw Pact as a rabble and will not release a large number of fighters to chase after them?

-- That's what it looks like now!

Standing in the vast overcast sky, driving the White Twenty to guide the two R-27ERs to roar towards the two "Lancers" in the distant fleet, Long Yun knew that this kind of bomber that canceled the adjustable air intake for stealth could only fly to Mach 125 even at high altitudes, and in the face of the courageous pursuit of air-to-air missiles, it was now just a piece of meat on the chopping board.

On the blue instrument panel, the missile launch chronograph continues to run; There is no milky white missile figure in the sky, and it is estimated that it will hit soon?

While nervously scanning the sky, but not finding any unusual threats, and the white No. 19 wingman who was on the side of the white twentieth on the sentry mission did not find any abnormal movements, this abnormal battlefield situation couldn't help but make Long Yun have a trace of doubt, or a little uncertain.

The fighters of the Americans have gone there, and there is no one to save these "lancers"?

Standing on the south side of the Black Sea, unconsciously flying over the Turkish coastline, at this time, the Longyun twin planes had lost the GCI guidance conditions, and they had no idea how chaotic the air situation over the Black Sea was, or that it had completely turned into a big pot of boiling borscht.

Since the stormy early morning of this day, after a whole morning of high-intensity confrontation, especially Long Yun, who participated in the 224th Regiment's operations, has been constantly stirring up the situation inside, and the sky over the surging Black Sea has become full of fire and gunsmoke.

In the gloomy and rainy sky, fighter planes with terrible howls and thin tracks, fighting to the death between the fierce wind and rain; Between the dense rain clouds and the raging storm, it has become a cruel hunting ground for fighter planes to chase each other, and there are signs of confusion in the air situation guidance and battlefield command of the two sides, and in many airspaces that have become blind spots, the pilots of the East and the West, who have become completely red-eyed, are fighting fiercely with each other.

From the 45th parallel, which goes deep into the north, to the sky over Constantinople in the southwest corner, fighter planes painted with a big red five-pointed star come in batches, and Romanian and Bulgarian fighters temporarily painted with a unified big red five-pointed star insignia for easy visual identification also move around in groups; In the face of such a terrifying battlefield situation, driving the F-14D all the way out of the sea of clouds, Lieutenant Colonel Sean Phelps hovered in horror, ready to change directions and coordinate with friendly planes to raid, but was discovered by the "whipper" who rushed to the sky, and the "super cat" with a red flutter and a drooping tail had to run frantically, while the weapon operator in the back row was still trying to contact the "counter......

Oh my God, these damn Russians, did they dope before liftoff?

As the fighter struggled to shake off an AA-7 "Spire" missile launched by the MiG, Phelps heard someone on the radio scolding, as if complaining about the mess of the air briefing; Thinking that the command he had received before was indeed the case, the lieutenant colonel felt dizzy for a while. From the morning engagement, the heroic "Red Boar" number one ace has shot down one "Fulcrum" and at least one "Flogger", but after all four "Immortal Bird" missiles have been shot, the joint command has let the exhausted "Super Cats" continue to stay behind to search for and support the "Fighting Falcon" fleet that is being beaten by MiG planes at low altitude.

So after a blindfolded duel-like fight, Phelps used the "Slammer" tail chase to injure a "fulcrum", but he was also blown up by the AA-8 "aphid" flying from the oblique thorn, although the landline was not badly damaged, but it scared him out of a cold sweat. (To be continued......)