Chapter 714: Swinging the Rice

The X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet had a limit, even with the assistance of the gold giant dragon. It couldn’t truly become a flying tank; if it could still fly with just one wing, that would be truly supernatural!

A lie often requires more lies to cover it up. Although the Dragon Knight was lucky now and had many natural disguises, Lin Mo still found it very troublesome.

He still didn’t know how many excuses he would have to come up with to explain the X-1’s supernatural performance in this grand competition.

If his prototype “monstrous” was here, no one would dare risk their lives to test the existence of cheats. The maximum set overload of 26G would make those without any combat power keep their distance.

In this Death Team Battle, the Gauss electromagnetic lock Lin Mo added to the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet made an impressive contribution.

The range of cannons was limited, and the number of missiles was not enough, so the Gauss electromagnetic system became an excellent supplementary firepower between the cannon and missiles.

“Fire!”

Lin Mo decisively launched a preemptive strike, moving to pressure “Eagle King” before reaching Yuri.

With an initial speed of twelve Mach, the 30mm Gauss electromagnetic shells whistled out.

In the instant the nose of the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet aimed at him, “Eagle King” suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; as a near-high-tier super ace, he clearly understood how dangerous it was for the enemy aircraft’s nose to point at him—it was like having a gun barrel pressed to his forehead.

He could not give the opponent any opportunity. “Eagle King” pushed the control stick and rudder without hesitation, diving sharply to escape Yuri’s counterattack maneuver.

Sure enough, a massive fireball suddenly erupted in the distance.

“Eagle King” glanced nervously at the explosion.

Some unfortunate kid took the blame for the American Colonel Captain.

One of the organizers’ reconnaissance planes became an innocent victim, bursting into countless fragments in the sky.

That unfortunate reconnaissance aircraft was at least 15 kilometers away from the battlefield and was constantly moving, yet it could not escape the maximum range of the Gauss electromagnetic railgun.

The ground broadcast personnel for the organizers stared wide-eyed at the screens filled with snowflake-like fragments, then exchanged puzzled glances; the mission center inside was just as silent as a grave.

Only one of the reconnaissance planes was shot down, and the broadcast video continued.

How many points does shooting down an organizer’s reconnaissance aircraft count for?

Many spectators couldn’t help but entertain this strange thought.

In that moment, the radar had already locked onto something that almost grazed their aircraft.

Crap! “Eagle King” was startled; the opponent really had secret weapons.

“Number 13” not only had the disposable laser cannon but also the Gauss electromagnetic railgun. The Chinese were truly too cunning, and many felt a sense of powerlessness; surely, the maximum range could reach at least 30 kilometers, right? In terms of electromagnetic railgun range, 30 kilometers was not far—the atmospheric layer could easily reach 200 kilometers.

Many had mistaken the guided laser beam of Gauss electromagnetic shells for the laser cannon, but “Eagle King” discovered this secret while replaying the trajectory of the projectile just a moment ago during analysis.

“Eagle King” dared not give Lin Mo any more chances, nor could he allow the X-1 to get close. If the opponent was bold enough to collide with wings, what couldn’t they do?

It was as if he had weapons all over his body.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Fighter jets practiced Chinese kung fu, unable even to block missiles.

Outsiders watched the excitement; insiders saw the details. The X-1 was now in full offensive mode without restraint, while the X-31 was instead overly cautious.

The so-called king of dogfights, the X-31, was actually frightened by the Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet; the true king of dogfights should be that X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet.

The Old Russian was excited; with real battle validation, their Su-47 “Golden Eagle” might still secure the funding for testing.

The Americans were also getting excited. Northrop Grumman had previously developed a similar forward-swept wing model, the X-29A. They might be able to bring it back from NASA, resurrect it, and then compete for orders from the U.S. military.

The X-31 took advantage of its high maneuverability, using Yuri’s position as cover. It circled around, always avoiding being in the angle of attack of the opponent.

“Damn it, this guy is clinging like gum.”

Yuri found it very annoying to be a free shield for someone else. He tried to launch an attack several times, but the X-31 managed to evade easily with its unusually strange maneuvers.

The super-maneuverability of the X-31 far exceeded that of his fighter jet. In front of the opponent, Yuri’s aircraft felt like a turtle being teased by a rabbit, completely frustrated.

“Come over and form a team with me! We can take him down! We need to hurry; our time is limited.”

After accidentally shooting down one of the organizers’ reconnaissance planes, this was not a matter of the Chinese people’s hard-earned money or the party’s precious wealth, so Lin Mo wouldn’t blame himself.

Lin Mo glanced at “Zorro” with the Light Mirror Technique and his fighter jet. He needed to shoot down “Eagle King” before “Zorro’s” fighter crashed.

“Zorro,” just hang on a little longer.

The Swiss pilot was unfortunately becoming a live Lei Feng for the Dragon Knight, buying him time as long as his fighter did not crash, which would not end the battle.

The Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet moved like an S, swaying in a snake maneuver. Lin Mo had once controlled the Su-27 at the Paris Bourget International Airshow with ultra-small-radius swings, and applying the same tactics to the X-1, which boasted even better aerodynamic properties, maintained that thrilling effect.

Gliding like a river flowing smoothly, Lin Mo moved around Yuri’s fighter jet with notable aggression in what was primarily a defensive maneuver.

Occupying the horizontal line, the swaying body easily created a larger attack geometric angle and attack envelope.

The "Eagle King," who was already isolated, was not as easy to handle as expected.

The X-31 could perform all kinds of unbelievable tactical maneuvers, and “Eagle King” remained highly alert to Lin Mo, not daring to relax. He was even more troublesome than “Zorro.”

Yuri executed Lin Mo’s orders without hesitation, repeatedly making tight radius turns up and down, left and right, not even caring about colliding with the X-31.

Yuri was at his breaking point; he could now deeply understand the torment the “monkey” endured during the high overload maneuvers.

Indeed, those who are reckless often fear nothing. “Eagle King” did not want to perish with an intermediate tier. After several high overload maneuvers, Yuri successfully shook off “Eagle King” and moved closer to Lin Mo’s X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet.

Yuri’s reaction immediately put “Eagle King” on the defensive; he understood the power of the dual-aircraft team tactic.

Without his shield, the X-31 took off with its nose high, performing an Immelmann maneuver to build up attack energy in a vertical climb.

Most U.S. Air Force pilots were students of energy combat techniques founder John Boyd, who knew that maximizing every bit of kinetic energy could yield performance and flexibility beyond the fighter’s design parameters.

Lin Mo wanted to repeat the feat of taking down the fierce special tier pilot from the sky, but luck alone was not enough.

“‘Number 13,’ synchronize for a double aircraft offensive barrel roll!”

Happily tossing off “Eagle King,” Yuri suddenly felt relieved. Ideas flashed in his mind; after being beaten up by “Eagle King,” he had had enough. As an ace pushing towards high tier, he wasn’t someone to be easily toyed with.

Yuri followed closely beside Lin Mo, as synchronized tactics carried a certain gamble, but at least the offensive and defensive power was not simply one plus one equals two.

“Then keep close!”

Lin Mo agreed, this was just what he needed for the next tactical arrangement, as the speedy and highly maneuverable X-1 occupied the outer circle of the barrel roll.

The continuous attacking technique of the two aircraft was like a Wing Chun infinite combo punch, hitting the opponent until they turned white-eyed.

As Yuri and Lin Mo executed their synchronized barrel roll, they placed immense pressure on “Eagle King.” Sometimes, a brilliant tactic could be even more critical than an advanced fighter jet.

Just Lin Mo alone was enough to give “Eagle King” a headache, with the dual aircraft team bearing down on him.

Had he known, he should have settled down and dealt with this Australian participant first; he had been too arrogant and now had to pay the price.

“Eagle King” gritted his teeth and drove the X-31 forward, choosing to fight with his back against the wall.

He had to find a way to fully counterattack against the synchronized dual aircraft team. Running away? Only to be beaten to death by the opponent! Only by utilizing the X-31’s advantage in close dogfighting, could he perhaps carve out a path for survival.

“Let’s see who can survive.”

“Eagle King’s” eyes turned red; in a narrow encounter, bravery prevails. He had no way out, forced to take risks and fight back, he executed a reverse roll while pulling back the control stick during a 180-degree dive roll.

The onboard computer calculated vector angles at full speed, while three thrust vectoring flaps made of carbon-carbon material at the tail nozzle changed rapidly, releasing their multi-axis vector thrust characteristics.

The X-31 suddenly twisted into a small-angle “break S” rapid maneuver not easily achievable by conventional fighter jets, its trajectory resembling a distorted S-shape, a classic defensive maneuver.

The speeds of the three fighter jets were incredibly fast, and in a blink, they arrived at a certain point.

“He’s cutting in!”

Yuri exclaimed in surprise as the dazzling maneuver of the opponent miraculously cut right between him and “Number 13.”

That was a damned attack blind spot.

“‘Yuri,’ don’t hesitate! Fire!”

The X-31 moved outside the attack angle of the Gauss electromagnetic railgun, and the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet unhesitatingly launched a medium-range air-to-air missile from its belly weapon bay.