Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

Squadron leader Liu Qiang sat upright in the cockpit of fighter No. 01, his eyes sharp.

The No. 02 fighter plane beside him followed closely, and the two fighter planes were like two sharp blades, cutting through the sky and rushing towards the newly discovered Aifu group's spitting plane.

Liu Qiang moved his hands steadily and quickly on the control panel, fully turning on the fighter's power system.

Fighter No. 01 made a deafening roar, like an angry beast, and instantly accelerated to Mach 2.9.

As the speed increases, the fuselage is under unprecedented pressure.

The body made painful "crunching" sounds, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

The wings rubbed violently against the air, generating high temperatures that caused the surrounding air to distort and deform. The metal skin on the surface of the fuselage was baked red, and seemed to be gradually softening under the high temperature, and could peel off at any time.

Various warning lights on the dashboard were flashing wildly, and various data were jumping rapidly, indicating that the plane was in an extremely dangerous state.

But Liu Qiang's eyes were firm, he stared straight ahead, with only one belief in his heart:

Protect the AWACS at all costs.

When the enemy plane was still 200 kilometers away, Liu Qiang decisively issued an order:

"No. 02, turn on the guidance radar and keep locking onto the enemy aircraft!"

In an instant, the guidance radars on the two fighter jets were turned on at the same time, and invisible radio waves swept towards the enemy aircraft group like a surging tide.

The enemy aircraft group was instantly in an uproar.

The enemy pilots have always believed that they are flying world-class advanced fighter jets with super stealth and anti-detection capabilities, making them invincible on the battlefield.

However, at this moment, the radar warning sound from the fighter plane sounded as sharp as a death knell, clearly showing that they had been firmly locked.

But they opened their eyes wide and searched frantically on the radar screen, but they could not find any trace of our aircraft that was locking onto them.

"What the hell! How did they get locked on? Where is the enemy?!"

An enemy pilot screamed in terror, his voice trembling in the communication channel, full of panic and confusion.

"I don't know! Perhaps this is the enemy's new tactic. The fighter jets just launch missiles, and the AWACS guides the attack.

This kind of tactics is still a hypothesis, and we have no experience in dealing with it, but we must not sit idly by and wait for death!"

The other pilot, although equally flustered, still responded with forced composure.

He held the joystick tightly with both hands, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

Despite the extreme panic, the Omanrek pilots still showed their "bravery".

In the chaos, as soon as the early warning aircraft entered the effective range, they gritted their teeth and launched 8 missiles.

The missiles were like angry fire snakes, dragging long tails of flames as they pounced towards the early warning aircraft.

After launching the missiles, the enemy pilots frantically maneuvered their planes to turn and fled in a panic, trying to escape the terrible crisis that was following them like a shadow.

In the sky, the missile trajectories crisscrossed each other.

On one side, the enemy hastily launched missiles, trailing blazing flames and drawing arcs in the air;

On the other side were fighter planes No. 01 and No. 02, like nimble hawks, calmly flying through the dangerous airspace.

The missiles launched by the enemy were like ferocious beasts, rushing towards the early warning aircraft at a rapid speed. At this time, they were only 30 kilometers away from the early warning aircraft.

Squadron leader Liu Qiang of fighter No. 01 and the pilot of fighter No. 02 had firm eyes and did not hesitate at all.

With an order, the two fighter planes opened their magazines at the same time, and eight medium-range missiles were ejected like tigers out of a cage, with a whistling sound breaking through the air.

They chased the enemy's missiles at an even faster speed, and the flames ejected from their tails drew magnificent and tense tracks in the blue sky.

However, the enemy also launched air-to-air missiles. Although their comprehensive performance in terms of speed and maneuverability was not as good as our missiles, as air-to-air missiles, their strong maneuverability and high speed should not be underestimated.

In the fierce chase, our eight medium-range missiles engaged in a thrilling battle with enemy missiles in a complex airspace environment, and finally only successfully intercepted one missile.

Captain Liu knew very well that it was almost impossible to completely eliminate the crisis faced by the early warning aircraft by relying on these 8 medium-range missiles.

But he and his comrades in fighter No. 02 did not retreat at all. The two fighters continued to rush towards the direction of the early warning aircraft and the incoming missiles at the maximum speed that the body could withstand.

The fuselage was under tremendous pressure during high-speed flight, making a low "buzzing" sound, as if telling of the difficulty and danger of the battle.

When the enemy missile was 10 kilometers away from the early warning aircraft, it finally entered the effective range of the high-energy laser weapon.

"Turn on the intelligent control system and use lasers to shoot down incoming missiles!"

Liu Qiang's voice was steady and powerful.

"Understood!" The response was concise and firm.

With the precise assistance of the intelligent control system, the high-energy laser weapon instantly burst out with powerful force, and dazzling laser beams shot towards the enemy missiles like lightning.

Each launch is accompanied by intense light and energy fluctuations, creating a stunning picture in the sky.

In the end, the high-energy laser weapon achieved a record of 10 launches and destroyed 5 missiles.

But even so, the situation on the battlefield is still critical. There are still two missiles left, like two time bombs, moving closer and closer towards the early warning aircraft.

It would be extremely difficult to escape this final crisis by relying solely on the early warning aircraft's own interference system.

At this critical moment, the pilot of fighter No. 02 decisively fired his only two combat missiles.

Our army's combat resilience is excellent, with a maximum speed of Mach 4. The powerful force propels the missile towards the target like a meteor.

In the extremely tense atmosphere, the god of luck seemed to favor them a little. The two combat missiles successfully destroyed the front enemy missile when it was about 100 meters away from the early warning aircraft.

Luck does play a large part in this. After all, using combat bullets to intercept medium-range bullets has a very low chance of success under normal circumstances. This successful interception was extremely thrilling.

"We can't use melee ammunition anymore. It's too late, and we might even accidentally hit the AWACS!"

Liu Qiang quickly weighed the situation in his mind.

At this moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. Without bothering to give orders, he suddenly pulled the joystick, and fighter No. 01 flew towards the bottom of the early warning aircraft like a black lightning.

"Captain! What are you doing!?"

The pilot of fighter plane No. 02 cried out in surprise, but Liu Qiang did not respond. All his energy was focused on protecting the AWACS aircraft, with only one unwavering belief in his heart:

"Even if it means sacrificing myself, we must protect the AWACS!"

When Liu Qiang was flying his fighter plane in front of the incoming missile, an unexpected situation occurred.

The last missile did not turn and fly towards Liu Qiang's fighter plane, but locked onto the early warning aircraft.

"what happened?"

Liu Qiang was full of doubts, and then he understood in an instant:

"Damn stealth!"

It turned out that his aircraft's stealth capability was too strong and its radar reflection area was too small, so the enemy's missiles actually ignored his existence and still locked onto the early warning aircraft in front.

At this moment, Liu Qiang even hoped that his fighter plane had no stealth capabilities at all, so that he could attract the attention of missiles and share the danger with the early warning aircraft.

At the critical moment, Liu Qiang quickly opened the magazine, revealing the only two remaining combat bullets.

He did not intend to launch a missile, but hoped to increase the radar reflection area of the fighter in this way.

The god of luck came again. Due to the coincidence of various factors, the enemy's missile finally changed direction and roared towards Liu Qiang's fighter plane.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, three seconds, two seconds, one second!

Every second seemed so long, and Liu Qiang concentrated on controlling the fighter plane to turn quickly.

After confirming that the missile was flying towards his plane accurately, he decisively pulled the ejection seat.

A huge overload hit him instantly, and the powerful force made Liu Qiang faint.

When Liu Qiang woke up again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant.

The person sitting in front of the bed was Air Force Commander Liu Yalong. Seeing Liu Qiang wake up, a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

"Awake?" asked the commander.

"Commander?"

Seeing the commander sitting at the head of the bed, Liu Qiang was so excited that he wanted to sit up, but was stopped in time by Commander Liu.

"How's the AWACS?"

Liu Qiang didn't care about his own physical condition and asked anxiously.

"You've done a great job! The AWACS aircraft was saved. However, your plane was shot down. You may not be able to fly for two months."

The commander said with a smile, his eyes full of approval.

Upon hearing the news that the early warning aircraft was safe and sound, a relieved smile appeared on Liu Qiang's tired face.

Then, perhaps due to excessive physical exertion and sudden mental relaxation, he fainted again.

But his spirit of self-sacrifice to protect the early warning aircraft is like a bright star, always shining in this vast blue sky.