Chen Rui seems to have rear-view eyes. Just before the tail of his fighter is about to contact the vertical tail of ef-111, his plane suddenly turns sideways and keenly avoids the vertical tail of the other party. However, the heat wave of his engine has been surging onto the vertical tail!

The shell of the drum above the vertical tail is made of composite materials. After all, it has to pass through the electromagnetic wave, but now, the shell has been baked by the flame of tf30 engine. When the outer flame of the flame surges past, it immediately deforms. It has a smooth shape and tilts up in an instant, and even the parts inside are exposed!

In front of Howard, countless errors immediately appeared on the screen. He was quick in his eyes and hands. He immediately turned off the electronic jamming device to avoid more serious consequences. In case of short circuit in the circuit, it might catch fire. After all, the power is too high.

"The interference disappears!" the radar officer shouted excitedly on Wang Hongwei's fighter. The snowflakes on his radar are completely gone, and now they are quite clear.

The flat slot radar antenna has low side lobe, which is difficult to be interfered. The other party must have used special means to complete the interference process, but now, the other party has given up interference, and the ghost has done a good job!

"Hunter, lock the early warning plane." Chen Rui continued to give orders.

This is the time to kill the jammer. The radar officer on the E-3 early warning aircraft finally shamelessly drained the water again. They didn't use the data link, which is not in violation of what Chen Ruigang just said. What they directly used was a call!

"F-15j, attention, the enemy plane is behind you!"

In fact, in the early days of early warning aircraft, it was commanded by voice. However, this command method is quite inconvenient, and the number of simultaneous commands is limited. Therefore, the data link has been improved, and the number of commands has greatly increased.

Back?

Stupid Erlang immediately reacted. He pushed the joystick and pedaled the rudder. His F-15 fighter drew a circle with a very small radius in the air. Then, a bright spot finally appeared on his screen. I found you!

Found it, lock it immediately, direction, straight ahead, distance, ten kilometers?

Ten kilometers away! Stupid Erlang turned his eyes from the radar screen, and then he saw the two wide male cat fighters with his naked eye, flying towards them!

Just now, the other party has been behind him. If the other party wants to lock, I don't know how many missiles can be launched, but the other party doesn't lock him. The other party just rushes towards him!

What? What's he doing?

For countless years, stupid Erlang's brain flashed. He looked at the outline of the male cat fighter getting bigger and bigger. He even wanted to see the pilot inside. At this moment, his heart was very flustered. He was completely confused.

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