Chapter 191
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Chapter 191: The Death Dance of the FC-1
"What’s happening? Where are they? No, it’s above! Not ‘them,’ but ‘it!’ There’s only one!"
"Damn it! Pull up! Fly out of the valley; it’s about to fire."
Suddenly, the two Tejas jets unexpectedly spotted their target soaring up into the sky just as it zoomed past the fork in the valley. They yanked the control sticks to climb, only to see it flip over and charge toward them, executing a Vertical Reverse with its belly to the sky as it dove down, already locking onto them.
This was no performance; it was a deadly dance of destruction.
"Where’s the other one? I can’t find it! Where is it?!" One pilot on the Tejas yelled, realizing that their plan was thrown into chaos, an unforeseen turn of events.
In the cockpit of the FC-1, the pilot quickly pulled back on the stick, briefly pushing the tail forward and relying on thrust vectoring to withstand wind resistance and slow down while firing! They pressed the stick forward again, enduring a 4G overload with full engine power.
Two streams of fire blasted out from below, engulfing one of the Tejas jets; the wings were shattered into fragments, leaving just a bare frame that swiftly ignited. The FC-1 rolled up into the sky between the two Tejas.
In the air, it appeared like a circus act, twisting back and shooting a fierce stream of bullets.
“What, how is this possible?!”
The pilots on the Tejas were stunned; they had set a trap using the terrain but hadn’t anticipated the enemy using it against them—one from above and one from below, immediately caught in a desperate pincer attack.
"Don’t be foolish! It just came up from below! Damn it, eject! You’ve been hit!"
The other Tejas pilot reacted quickly, pulling the control stick to flip sideways. A barrage skimmed past the right wing, blasting off some debris as white smoke trailed behind, desperately escaping the valley.
Their ambush plan had backfired, leading to a fierce counterattack from the enemy.
Damn it! Didn’t they say the Cobra maneuver had no tactical significance? How could it have such a terrifying attack effect!
It was completely unexpected; they never thought an enemy would fire at such a low altitude.
As the Tejas jet was hit directly in the wings by the ultra-low altitude Cobra maneuver, it was doomed. Just as the parachute deployed, the aircraft collided awkwardly with the hillside, exploding into a fireball.
Phew!
Meat Sauce and Lin Mo’s jets narrowly passed each other, performing a maneuver as precise as a highly difficult aerial stunt, merely three or four meters away from a potential collision that would turn them into a fiery wreck.
"Dragon Knight, watch out for missiles! They’re omnidirectional! One is locking onto you!" Meat Sauce’s radar screen suddenly blared a missile warning.
Meat Sauce’s jet quickly made a small circular maneuver, tightly following the Tejas that was pursuing Lin Mo while using the fire control radar to lock onto it, searching for a chance to use the cannon.
But the enemy seemed as agile as a fish, continuously darting left and right in an unpredictable pattern to dodge Meat Sauce’s attacks, never forgetting to maintain fire on Lin Mo’s Tejas.
"I see it! What a sly guy!" Lin Mo gritted his teeth, pulling the FC-1 out of the valley and executing wide S-turns to evade.
So close to the enemy, he had fallen into the attack envelope of the omnidirectional missiles, yet it was still within expectation.
Suddenly, a barrage rained down from behind. The FC-1 darted like a nimble swift, gracefully dodging the deadly projectiles in the dense rain of bullets.
With the Light Mirror Technique assisting him, hitting the fighter jet piloted by the Dragon Knight was no easy task. Almost every projectile was within Lin Mo’s perception.
The fierce cannon maneuvering technique was Lin Mo’s secret weapon.
In the sky, a strange sight appeared as the leading FC-1 continuously maneuvered to dodge a missile that was stumbling after it, while another Tejas behind remained on its tail, unleashing firepower at every opportunity while trying to restrict the front FC-1.
Meanwhile, another FC-1 trailed the attacking Tejas closely, forming a long line in the sky like a chasing dragon, creating a food chain of sorts.
"This guy is definitely an ace; be careful, don’t let him take you down from above."
Meat Sauce felt an overwhelming tension, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike. Against such an ace, pouring out firepower was ineffective; if the enemy drained their ammunition, the tides would turn completely.
Experts only need one strike to be lethal.
"Tracking me?!" Not so easy. Lin Mo pulled the control stick and quickly tapped the touchscreen on the control panel.
The FC-1 was easy to operate, but this meant sacrificing extreme maneuverability, making it incapable of performing overly complex maneuvers.
But Lin Mo was determined to defy the odds; the FC-1 Fighter Jet seemed to come to life in his hands. It surged upwards, executing a roll, perfectly timing it so that the approaching missile detonated at a close distance as the FC-1 pulled up.
An unusual shake rattled through Lin Mo’s aircraft.
"Damn! I’ve been hit!" Lin Mo turned to check his aircraft, seeing three holes on one side with smoke beginning to billow out, clearly indicating it had been damaged by missile shrapnel.
Even the J-10 didn’t have much better defenses than the FC-1.
In fact, many fighter jets, designed to be lightweight, couldn’t be armed like tanks, and even armed helicopters weren’t as resilient.
With some Gold Coins available, Lin Mo’s safety was ensured.
As for the aircraft?! This giant dragon would wish to shatter into countless pieces to eat.
The aircraft’s condition hadn’t yet reached the point where the gold giant dragon needed to step in.
"How are you? Dragon Knight!"
Lin Mo heard the urgent voice of Meat Sauce in his ear, realizing the explosion from the missile had been uncomfortably close to his fighter jet.
"A small injury; no problem, I’ll take him down!"
Lin Mo’s maneuver continued as he turned the aircraft and rolled, the pursuing Tejas entering his sights.
He adjusted the Light Mirror Technique overlay on the targeting reticle for continuous correction!
As the two aiming reticles overlapped, the cannon beneath the belly of the aircraft opened fire, firing three to four quick shots.
In this dance of attack and defense, there was no absolute domination between the aces.
At any moment, the roles of hunter and prey could switch. While the enemy was still in pursuit, Lin Mo knew he had to find a way to strike fiercely from the sky—that was the only solution.
"Nice work!" Meat Sauce squeezed the cannon trigger at the same time, launching another missile from the left wing.
With a pincer attack, they replicated the previous ambush scene once more.
The reaction speed of the Tejas was impressive; just as Lin Mo fired his missile, the pilot decisively rolled away to escape. But it was already too late.
Lin Mo’s cannon shot was exceptional, aimed perfectly to hit the wing of the Tejas.
It was clear to see that the already damaged triangular wing of the Tejas suffered further damage, with significant portions sliced off by the barrage, causing its aerodynamics to instantly falter, shaking and quickly belching black smoke.
Boom!
It seemed to confirm Meat Sauce’s assessment that the pilot of that Tejas was indeed an ace.
Though wobbling and missing balance, that Indian Tejas managed to evade the missile, executing a high-overload maneuver to induce a close explosion, like Lin Mo.
Lin Mo’s FC-1 felt like a galloping horse suddenly turning into a wheezing old cow; the feedback from the control stick became weaker, and even the engine output was unstable.
Lin Mo furrowed his brow, realizing his fighter was in trouble. While he adjusted the various systems to respond to unexpected performance declines, he said on the comms, "Meat Sauce, I need to find a place to make an emergency landing. This aircraft’s output power suddenly decreased, probably due to missile shrapnel damage."
"Understood. If it doesn’t work, just eject!" Meat Sauce had already seen the smoke pouring from the small holes in Lin Mo’s aircraft, which was growing thicker, and the aircraft began to shake abnormally.
"Report to Persian Cat; this is Dragon Knight. My fighter sustained damage from shrapnel while inducing a missile explosion. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I probably can’t return to the airport. Please initiate a rescue location."
"This is Persian Cat. Your aircraft status is confirmed; you’re cleared to abandon the aircraft. Ensure your safety, and good luck!"
If it weren’t necessary, Lin Mo would not choose to abandon his aircraft; after all, a fighter jet is costly. Troublesome as the manufacturing cost of the "fiend" was to Lin Mo, he cared for it like a beloved possession, reluctant to let the expensive aircraft crash into the mountains.
However, if he let the gold giant dragon take control now, the mechanics in Pakistan would surely be baffled as to how a plane destined to crash could return safely; such defiance of logic was as absurd as a plane flying without an engine.
Rather than complicating matters, it was better to simplify them. Lin Mo decided not to bring trouble upon himself; it was best for Gold Coin to stay out of sight.
The aircraft began to shake violently, and Lin Mo started looking for a suitable place to land. Directly abandoning his aircraft would be a shame for a fighter that only suffered minor injuries.
As for the other Tejas in dire trouble, Lin Mo and Meat Sauce had to set it aside; at least they could confirm that this pilot wouldn’t fly back to the airport either. Like Lin Mo, they would either have to eject or make an emergency landing.
A toothless tiger is not a concern.
When the Door Guardian and Earth from the Kangaroo squadron arrived to provide support, they would have plenty of ways to deal with that Indian ace pilot.
