Chapter 470 The Dignity of the Mouse

The Americans originally thought that this twin-engine fighter was a solution adopted by the Soviet Union to ensure the safety of carrier-based fighters, and it was no different from a single-engine fighter. How could they know that these MiG-23s were equipped with the RD33 engine used by the MiG-29! The current air combat thrust-to-weight ratio is as high as 1.6! Even the F-15, a fighter that was specially reduced in weight for air combat, can't compare, not to mention the Tomcat fighter, which has a heavy body and relies on variable swept wings to improve performance! Moreover, under the belly of the Tomcat fighter, there are two Phoenixes mounted. That thing, two weighs one ton! Hanging four at the same time, it is almost impossible to maneuver in air combat. Hanging six is ​​almost the same as a bomber.

"They have been behind us!" The radar operator in the rear cabin mainly acted as an observer in close-range combat. This time, due to the scissor climb, he could also see the shadow that flashed by at the tail. The opponent was actually following him!

Damn it! We have now climbed to 18,000 meters! We should have shaken off the fighter planes behind us long ago, but now, the other side is still following us!

No more climbing! If the ceiling is exceeded, the aerodynamic capacity of each control surface will be greatly reduced, and this fighter will not be able to operate stably. No one knows what will happen.

Level it up! Pushing the nose of the plane, Powell leveled his own fighter plane, while the fighter plane behind him continued to rise, surpassing their altitude, and leaped across their retinas.

Damn the Soviets! What kind of engines did their fighters use? I thought they were turbojets from the MiG-21, but now they have twin engines. Now it seems that this is definitely not the case!

After the fighter plane flew past, Powell couldn't calm down. He had never had the upper hand in the confrontation just now. Fortunately, both sides had a tacit understanding and were just confronting each other. They didn't really launch missiles. If they had really done that, he would have been shot down two or three times!

Continuing to fly level, Powell quickly recovered. At this time, the pilot in the rear cabin suddenly said, "Why is our cockpit dark?"

I didn't fly into the clouds. Of course, there were almost no clouds above 10,000 meters. At an altitude of 18,000 meters, the sky was clear. How could it suddenly become dark here? It was as if there was a sunshade tent!

No, there is a problem! Powell also discovered this, and when the two looked up, they were stunned.

The MiG-23 had flown above them at some point! It was flying upside down, with its cockpit facing theirs! When the two looked up, the Soviet pilot above them was pointing his middle finger at them!

It is not an exaggeration to describe Christoph as a man of great skill and courage. After graduating from the aviation school, Christoph joined the army and flew the MiG-23. After that, he flew almost all the modifications. When he flew the current MiG-23K, Christoph had already flown the MiG-23 for seven years.

He treats this aircraft as if it were his own body, or it can be said that he has reached the state of unity between man and machine!

The attitude of the plane and how he should operate it are all just a matter of the most basic neural reflex arcs. He is extremely skilled in controlling this fighter plane.

Only in this way, after flying over the opponent's altitude, he pushed the nose of the plane, and the fighter plane leveled off, and then he made a bold plan!

Operating the fighter plane to turn over and turn it upside down, he piloted the MiG-23 and carefully approached the Tomcat from above. His single vertical tail was sandwiched between the opponent's double vertical tails, and his cockpit was facing the opponent's cockpit. Then, he stretched out his left hand and made this insulting gesture.

From a distance, it looked like two fighter planes intertwined together like a stack of Arhats!

After spotting the fighter planes overhead, Powell immediately felt cold sweat on his back. In the air-conditioned cockpit, he felt extremely hot.

Damn Soviets, are they provoking me?

Get rid of the Soviets! Powell didn't dare to go up, because the enemy was right above his head. If he went up, there might be a serious collision. And this fucked up situation made it impossible for him to eject. If he ejected, he would just hit the enemy's cockpit!

Then you can only go down and get rid of it quickly!

Powell pushed the joystick, and the huge Tomcat fighter began to fly downward. Then, he began to turn sideways and made a circling descent. He turned four times in a row and the altitude dropped to 16,000 meters.

Now, should we get rid of the damn Soviets? Powell felt the sweat on his forehead, and his vision seemed to be blurry. He looked up and saw that guy, still above his head, like a ghost!

The other party could actually keep up with his movements just now? Powell was extremely depressed. He pushed the joystick and continued to fly downwards!

Get rid of it! Get rid of it! His movements became bigger and bigger. Even if he had to collide with the Soviet fighter plane, he had to separate from it. The Soviet fighter plane was simply a devil!

Fear had already begun to form in his heart. If he were in another position, he would definitely not be able to do it. In other words, the Soviets' combat skills far surpassed his! And the performance of the Soviets' fighter planes also surpassed his Tomcat!

He didn't know how many circles he had made, he only knew that the altimeter kept dropping. As an excellent carrier-based aircraft pilot, he almost felt like he was going to vomit from being turned around.

The sea level is 3,000 meters, and Powell has changed it to flat.

"He's still above us!" This time, Powell didn't even look up, but the radar operator in the rear cabin was already shouting in despair.

Still on top, still on top of myself! This game is not fun at all!

"FUCK!" Powell took off his oxygen mask and gasped for breath. He no longer needed oxygen at 3,000 meters. The sweat on his hair wet the entire goggles. He didn't have time to wipe the sweat off the goggles with his hands. He pulled the joystick back almost in despair.

Soviets, get out!

Powell was completely furious. He flew upwards, even if he collided with the opponent, he could not bear such humiliation again! Yes, it was just like a cat teasing a mouse, and he was the mouse!

Rats have dignity too!

Powell was not afraid of death. Death was better than being teased like this! He pulled up the joystick and was about to collide with the Soviet fighter plane.

The Soviets are not the only ones who know how to use collisions. When they are forced into a desperate situation, the Americans will also do it!

At this moment, the sky above my head suddenly became clear.