Chapter 170

However, in a real air battle, would Lin Yi possibly watch him complete this maneuver,

and then fly around behind him?

Immediately, he pulled his aircraft up into a climb and launched several missiles.

At that moment, Almann, the Ugly Country pilot, was halfway through his roll.

At this instant, much like a roller coaster reaching its apex,

even the F-22 was at its slowest speed.

As several missiles struck, Almann, the pilot inside the F-22 fighter, did not even have a chance to eject;

he simply widened his eyes as he watched the missiles approach,

then turned into a pile of debris amidst a burst of fire.

Presumably, this ace pilot must have been thinking at that time:

"FUCK, why wouldn't you let me finish my classic tactical maneuver!"

After dealing with that F-22 aircraft, Lin Yi immediately turned his nose around.

Not far away, through the night-vision display in his helmet, he spotted that Ugly Country pilot still descending under his parachute.

Immediately, he flew straight toward him.

The other party seemed to notice an F-22 approaching him as well.

It was just that, in the darkness, he was currently a bit unclear

whether this F-22 belonged to his own side or to the enemy.

However, with his body suspended in the parachute harness, there was absolutely nothing he could do.

Then, that F-22 suddenly activated its cannon system.

The F-22 is equipped with a Vulcan rotary cannon, capable of a fire rate of 6,000 rounds per minute.

This is because fighter jets fly at high speeds, and each firing pass usually lasts less than one second; to effectively hit and destroy a target, it is necessary to fire as many rounds as possible within an extremely short time, using volume of fire to compensate for accuracy.

Although for the F-22, the "Vulcan" is actually rarely used,

since the F-22 is primarily designed for beyond-visual-range strikes,

if it still needs to engage the enemy in close-quarters combat, one must wonder what kind of formidable opponent it has encountered.

Indeed, even now, there has never been a recorded instance of an F-22 using the "Vulcan."

However, today Lin Yi intended to set a precedent.

As for whether this pilot deserved to be killed, to him,

as long as someone made a move against him, he would never let that person return alive.

Suddenly, a massive tongue of fire erupted into the night sky, and the clatter of gunfire echoed across the heavens.

Upon hearing this sound, the pilot Mike's pupils constricted, and his face turned pale.

He finally realized that this fighter jet was absolutely not one of his teammates.

Thinking back to the explosion sounds from afar just moments ago, it was not hard to guess what had happened to his teammates.

However, there was no time for him to dwell on it; everything ended instantly.

The massive tongue of fire from the cannon riddled the parachute with holes in an instant,

and the 20mm M61A2 Vulcan six-barrel rotary cannon, when striking a human body, can instantly reduce a person to a mist of blood.

Moments later, chunks of flesh fell away together with the sieve-like parachute.

Presumably, by early tomorrow morning, this flesh and blood would be devoured by vultures or other beasts.

After eliminating two Ugly Army F-22s,

Lin Yi began targeting the Israeli air bases once again.

Since he had said he would wipe out Israel's seven air bases,

he would absolutely not break his word.

That night, Lin Yi spent the entire night visiting every single Israeli air base.

He bombed what needed bombing and blasted what needed blasting, leaving everything, including the runways, in ruins.

Upon learning that the fighter wing he had dispatched had been slaughtered, leaving only a handful of survivors,

the Israeli Prime Minister and those generals finally calmed down.

Even the two F-22s, in which he had placed great hope and which he had struggled to persuade the Ugly Country to dispatch, had achieved absolutely nothing

and lost contact completely shortly thereafter.

Consequently, he could only notify the major air bases to urgently scramble some aircraft.

This was to prevent the enemy from causing even greater destruction.

It was also to preserve the last remaining strength of the Israeli Air Force.

Incidentally, Lin Yi fired over 300 missiles that night.

Adding in the system's costs for aircraft maintenance and repairs, the expenditure exceeded 60 million US dollars.

In other words, the 10 million US dollar appearance fee provided by Hamas was simply insufficient;

of course, having achieved such significant results,

Hamas would definitely cover these excessive expenses as long as they were not fools.

Although he had fought throughout the night, when Lin Yi woke up early in the morning, he was still full of energy.

What he did not know, however, was that the entire world had exploded in uproar due to his actions the previous night.

"What happened to the strongest fighter pilot?"

"DWS Platform Annihilates Israeli Air Force; Middle East Little Hegemon Defeated by Legendary Arms Dealer"

"Israel Plunged into Complete Passivity; Where Will the Palestine-Israel Situation Head Next!"

"The secrets between me and the DWS platform that must be told."

"Explaining the DWS platform secrets you don't know!"

"The Prime Minister of Israel declares the entire nation has entered its darkest hour!"

On that day, media outlets worldwide led their front pages with reports of this event.

The shock it caused was no less than the sinking of the Ugly Nation's aircraft carrier or the Syria air battle;

in fact, it was even greater.

If the previous Syria air battle had allowed the DWS platform to achieve legendary status in a single fight,

then now the DWS platform seemed like the supreme deity of aerial warfare.

Even after hearing this grim news again, a four-star general from the Ugly Nation's Air Force could not help but sigh:

"In terms of air combat, if the Ugly Nation cannot find a way to counter the DWS platform, victory in future Middle East wars will remain indefinitely out of reach!"

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