Section 509 - Sly Old Fox

"'Lion,' behind you!"

The pilots from Aircrew Base 631 suddenly heard the alarm of being locked on by the fire-control radar again.

He glanced at the radar screen, only to find a light spot approaching from behind at an unusual speed, slower than a missile, yet faster than a turboprop aircraft.

"A missile? Got it, keep up with me!"

The lead pilot "Lion" was busy releasing jamming bullets, trying to shake off the missile that was getting closer with his wingman.

For turboprop aircraft, evading missiles was indeed a bit more strenuous than for jet planes.

Although the friend and foe were operating separately, the flight pair pursued by Chen Fei only had three combat bombs left, while on the other side, seven combat bombs were doggedly chasing two enemy aircraft. It seemed like it might end badly for them, so he first tossed the easier target to his temporary comrades from Aircrew Base 633.

One against two, quite easy.