In terms of combat airspace, fighting air combat should be carried out in high sub-tone or even low zones. At this time, the turning angle of the aircraft is the largest, and the plane is easy to turn heads, while at high altitude, the turning radius is very large.?                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

Normally, even the most skilled pilot cannot perform such a small angle of reversing and rushing at an altitude of 13,000 meters. This kind of reversing impulse at a small angle is usually called an arc, because it is like the arc shown by the flash of current, strange and difficult to capture traces. When the intercepting fighter rushes up and performs tactical avoidance of a large radius, Long Xiaoqi uses arc to fold towards his front and rear and penetrates horizontally.

The intercepted fighter was shocked by Long Xiaoqi's electric arc and turned around, and immediately dived downwards. He wiped the fighter piloted by Long Xiaoqi and fell head-on, reaching a height of 10,000 meters in an instant.

But a strange scene appeared. The fighter plane driven by Long Xiaoqi actually played an electric arc again, chased him straight, and continued to bite the other party's tail.

The intercepted fighter began to fly at a curve of 10,000 meters, and then pierced hard again, almost showing a ninety-degree angle. When it began to pierce down at a ninety-degree angle, the pilot turned off the motivation, allowing the fighter to show a natural whereabouts without any boost.

"Come on, come on, little rookie, you don't understand what air tactics are at all." The pilot said to himself with contempt: "You can play an arc, but can your body that has not been trained withstand the drastic changes in stress? It must be very good now, right? Hahaha."

But just when the pilot just laughed, the radar clearly showed that Long Xiaoqi was chasing down, and was rushing down faster than him. Because Long Xiaoqi didn't understand this way of diving down, and didn't know how to turn off the motivation to reduce the pressure on the body, and didn't know how to adjust the pressure on his body.

He was faster and more aggressive, and he was about to hit the intercepted fighter plane in a flash.

Ten thousand meters, nine thousand meters, eight thousand meters, seven thousand meters, six thousand meters, five thousand meters, four thousand meters, three thousand meters...

Suddenly, the intercepted fighter restarted the plane and flew around 90 degrees and flew northwards. This was caught off guard and one of the most typical tactics in air combat. This tactic is usually to get rid of the heat-tracking missile behind him, and suddenly flew away when passing through a hotter carrier, causing the heat-tracking missile to mess up its target.

"By bye!" the pilot said a sentence, his face full of smug smile.

"call!"

Long Xiaoqi flew the fighter without any reaction and continued to rush down. He could not continue to bite the other party to death because of the technology and the fighter's continuous extreme flight, he could not react in a short time. At this time, his nostrils were bleeding, his ears were bleeding, his mouth was bleeding, and even his eyes began to seep out blood.

Never have the training that a pilot should do, and never have the training to adapt to the pressure change. The most important principle is that there are problems with his pressure-resistant suit and oxygen!

This happened at 13,000 meters, and he rushed down with the other party when there was a problem with the pressure-resistant server.

In the 6th place, Long Xiaoqi was almost without an opponent under the strong. He could easily play anyone in his palm and make the other party die. But in the air, he could only be played by others, and he would not be played like a miserable dog. Because this is not his domain, there is only a dead end to compete with the other party here.

"roar!!!"

Long Xiaoqi, staring at his blood-filled eyes, roaring with pain on his face, as if only in this way could he alleviate the pain brought to him by the change of pressure. He had a feeling that his body wanted to explode, and if he didn't roar, it would turn into a ball of blood mist in an instant.

"Black guard, you are still far from it, but I appreciate your courage." Black Rose smiled faintly: "Actually, I am not Mrs. Darwin, I am just an agent in charge of passenger plane safety. Letting you show up at the small airport is to seduce you and then kill you. Your threat is orange. Goodbye, good luck."

"Bang!"

The rear seat ejected out, and the black rose instantly left the cabin.

Long Xiaoqi heard the other party's words, although it was very vague, but he still heard them. He knew that he had been played thoroughly and knew that he would never continue like this, otherwise he would be dead.

The fighter jet rushes downward, from three thousand meters to two thousand meters... it can't stop at all. This is an extremely dangerous height. If he can no longer control the fighter jet, he will have to fall head-on to the ground and turn it into residue after a few seconds.

"Click!"

While spitting blood, Long Xiaoqi reached out to turn off the motive and let the plane fall straight. For one second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Click!"

Turn on the motivation and restore kinetic energy.

"Flash!"

Long Xiaoqi made a crazy sound and pulled the operating lever hard.

"Crazy la la la la la la la..."

The fighter trembled violently, as if it could disintegrate at any time. It was too fast and too fast. When it was forced to change direction, the entire body was shaking.

One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

"Ao!!!"

Long Xiaoqi burst out an unprecedented howl and pulled the operating lever desperately.

"call!"

The fighter finally fell from falling and turned into a flat flight, passing through a bare hill and continuing to fly to the east. At this time, the fighter was flying at a low altitude, only eighty meters away from the ground. Wherever he passed, the yellow sand rolled, and fist-sized stones rolled gurgling under the influence of the strong wind.

This low-altitude flight effectively avoids radar detection, like a swordsman riding a fast horse, rushing towards the target with iron hooves.

No one expected that Long Xiaoqi could survive from death, and no one expected that such a rookie could control a fighter jet like this. He played the most difficult arc of air combat tactics with extremely exquisiteness. If he was given time, he could definitely become a legendary pilot. The most terrifying thing was that he could control the fighter jet at the last moment and flew at a low altitude!

Is this life good? No, this is a bad life, this is a disaster, only disaster can last for a hundred years.
Chapter completed!