Sky-cracking Rider

Even though Old David was once known as the "Eagle King," a Special Class Pilot with extensive Jianghu experience, holding such a title assuredly meant he was not just any ordinary ace pilot.

Old David had his strengths, and Chen Fei had his own advantages: youthful, eager to learn, inquisitive, and with a naturally high IQ from his university studies, his flying experience was hard-earned. Opening his career by tackling an Evil Dragon, a move no one else dared to make, surviving was a feat in itself.

Old David's tactical thought represented the pinnacle of the past, while Chen Fei's tactical thought stood on the shoulders of those before him, continuing to reach new heights. In the face of missiles, both parties were equals.

Chen Fei's F-22 Raptor jet fighter finally leveled off at an altitude of 56,000 feet, casting a cluster of bright lights across the sky, like an angel slowly spreading its wings on high.

He hadn't reached the intended altitude of 65,000 feet, which in a sense, meant Old David's tactics had succeeded by more than half.

However, two AIM-120D AMRAAMs pierced through the dense shower of jamming bullets. Using active radar guidance and specialized algorithms, they automatically sifted through interference, firmly locking onto their target.

"This is really troublesome!"

Chen Fei shook his head, turned the nose of his aircraft downward, and began a steep dive, making high-overload maneuvers.

His F-22 Raptor jet fighter emerged from silent mode and activated the APG-77V2 radar, with 2,200 transmitter/receiver elements working together.

Beep!

Old David's F-22 Raptor finally appeared on the radar screen, stealth compromised. It seemed the spear had overtaken the shield, with the F-22's active search capability even surpassing stealth.

The distance between the two also played a role.

The two F-22s were now less than 60 kilometers apart, entirely within each other's missile range. Any closer, and it would be theoretically impossible to escape, demanding real skill to break missile lock.

"Barrel roll, barrel roll, barrel roll..."

Chen Fei cried out repeatedly, not minding if Old David could hear him.

Locked by two long-range missiles, his only option was to use the aircraft's rolling combined with barrel rolling, a dual-axis overload impact. Even physically fit pilots could hardly withstand it for long, but he was completely unfazed. Discover hidden content at empire

A flight simulator is not a real aircraft, and the simulated G-forces remain within safe thresholds, posing no lethal threat to the user—it was, after all, a simulator, not a pilot slaughter machine.

In reality, it could have been lethal.

The view outside the cockpit was now unreadable, the world spinning uncontrollably. Just one glance was enough to make one's head spin; Chen Fei now focused only on his instruments. The horizon indicator rotated like an electric fan, with the aircraft's altitude and the thin air impacting its jet engine performance, but the altitude compensated, preserving much of the maneuverability.

The low-pressure, low-oxygen environment hardly affected missiles that used propellants, but maneuvering greatly depleted their rated propellant reserves.

Dragging two AIM-120D AMRAAMs, Chen Fei's F-22 was like fishing, constantly changing direction and enticing the missiles to follow, reducing their effective range in hopes they would exhaust their last drop of propellant before reaching him.

Even if he couldn't deplete the missile's propellant entirely, at the very least, he needed to detonate them outside of their lethal radius—a test of his evasion skills, where a slight mistake could be disastrous.

Chen Fei was quite proficient at detonating those simple combat bombs, but the programmable combat bombs used by military contractors were restricted items. Whether in range, speed, or guidance capability, they couldn't compare to the now discontinued AIM-120D.

Moreover, back at Aircrew Base 911, he could use the complex terrain of the Xingdu Kush Mountain Area, but now, switching altitude for speed, his F-22 maintained around Mach 2, making it hard to pull any new tricks.

The ALQ-94 warning system continuously received active radar waves from another F-22, and once Chen Fei gave up radio silence, Old David's beyond-visual-range lock-ons became more reckless.

The adversaries could now clearly detect each other.

"Missile ready, climb, turn!"

Chen Fei forcefully pushed the control stick, merely conveying his intentions through the control stick and throttle push rod to the onboard computer system. How the F-22 would perform depended entirely on the complex calculations of the flight control system and the changes in the aerodynamic wing surfaces, which couldn't be guessed simply by common sense.

At this moment, he could only trust this unrealistically existent "Raptor."

The F-22 Raptor successfully exited the barrel roll maneuver, maintaining its posture as it climbed and slowed down, instantly leaving supersonic range. The vectoring nozzles worked hard to reduce speed, with the aircraft's angle of attack momentarily exceeding the design value, reaching a stall point, a considerable test for the flight control system simulated by the flight simulator.

A turn with a zero radius, informally called "Falling Leaves Drifting," saw the F-22 Raptor cleanly turn 360 degrees. Upon reaching 100 degrees, a series of light points spewed from a cannon above the right air intake, casting a widespread fan-shaped pattern, while a missile fired off, Chu Chen's familiar, programmable close combat missile.

When facing directly, being a bit simple was actually an advantage.

Chen Fei could even hear the grating groans and severe shuddering of the entire cockpit simulated by the flight simulator.

At 270 degrees, the attack terminated, throttle lever pushed all the way forward, full afterburner engaged, successfully recovered from stall with a thud, and once again entered supersonic cruising state.

Luckily, the F-22 uses the dual-engine, high thrust-to-weight ratio F119-PW-100 low bypass turbofan engine, with a single-engine afterburner thrust of 156 kilonewtons, double with two engines, giving Chen Fei enough thrust to squander.

Whether it was the dense machine gun bullets or the seemingly reckless launch of programmable close combat missiles, a burst of flames erupted behind Chen Fei's F-22 "Raptor," one relentless AIM 120-D long-distance missile was exploded in mid-air, while another penetrated the flames and continued to close in.

"Locked on you!"

The silhouette of another F-22 "Raptor" appeared within the crosshairs on Chen Fei's HUD, that was Old David's fighter jet.

"Sell them all for me! Go for it!"

Before engaging "Falling Leaves Drifting" maneuver, he had already completed programming the missile launching sequence.

Only two moves!

One move targeting those two approaching AIM 120-Ds, and the last move reserved for Old David.

Chekhov Big Bear once said, people die and birds soar to the sky, immortal for all eternity, when going head-to-head with Old Tortoise, be bold enough to go all-in, at the critical moment, don't overthink, just shout 'Ura' and rush forward, and it's all done.

What exactly this "done" meant was probably still up for debate.

But now, without any hesitation, Chen Fei went all-in against the former "Eagle King," six AIM 120-D long-range missiles and one last programmable close combat missile, released like they cost nothing from the internal weapons bay, each trailing a long plume of fire, roaring towards the oncoming F-22 "Raptor" fighter jet.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

15 seconds later... Chen Fei and Old David both activated the cockpits of their flight simulators.

"Ah, young people really mess things up!"

Old David grimaced as he rubbed his brow, shaking his head.

The caution of an old Jianghu couldn't stand against the reckless attacks of a rookie, a series of reckless punches, ultimately leading to mutual annihilation.

"That's not how it works, gotta do the math, a Rookie knocking down an 'Eagle King,' I'm not at a loss!"

Chen Fei, clinging to the edge of the cockpit, winked and made faces at the old man.

Just like initially, a small nobody, dragged by a drunk Big Bear towards an Evil Dragon for a fight to the death, one "Dragon Slayer Missile" taking you down and me along with it.

Such playstyle, even a Metallic Giant Dragon couldn't afford, let alone an Old David who underestimated Chen Fei's resolve.

In proper aerial combat, where does one see mutual annihilation that easily, it's just too reckless!

Old David said discontentedly, "If it weren't for the flight simulator, you wouldn't have the courage to be so opportunist."

Who gave this kid such courage, of course, it was the flight simulator, that gall is certainly not small.

"If it weren't for the flight simulator, Old David, you could only watch helplessly."

Chen Fei merely smiled, undisturbed.

The Jianghu is treacherous; dealing with such an old Jianghu, it's only natural to be unscrupulous, as long as you don't lose, anything goes.

The barbaric bold tactics of a military contractor were completely displayed in him, from pilots to infantry, all extremely fierce, instantly ready to disregard life at disagreement, yet not many of Sovereignty Air Force's pilots dare to behave like him.

"Humph! You only have one life, one chance, you still need more practice."

Old David struggled out of the cockpit, with this kid's reckless tactics, it's simply unplayable.

From Chen Fei's battle with the Giant Mutant, one could see that his fighting style is completely contrary to his harmless appearance, he is truly a desperado, ruthless and merciless in his attacks, and this reckless way of fighting is often the most headache-inducing.

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