Chapter 1372 - We Export the Best Pilots! (2/2)

“Seeking death!”

Less than half a minute after the Uragano took off, it was easily right on MiG-25’s tail.

Two air-to-air missiles were locked onto the fighter, in the three seconds that the missiles were approaching the fighter, the Matador calmly released flares. A series of sparks appeared in the air, and quickly the two missiles chased after two flares and completely ignored the escaping MiG-25.

“Your electronic pilot is only good at running away?” Matteo mocked as he looked at Jiang Chen.

“Just keep watching.” Jiang Chen smiled and did not take his mockery to heart.

Jiang Chen’s reaction made Matteo feel that he punched a ball of wool. However, when he was about to throw in a few more taunts, he felt something was off when he realized that the distance between the two fighters were closing.

However, the ominous feeling just appeared for a brief moment because common sense told him that the situation was impossible.

The Uragano was still trailing the MiG-25’s tail, and from time to time it would fire its autocannon. However, all the missiles were perfectly distracted by the flares, and none of the autocannon shots hit.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Just as the speed of the MiG-25 reached Mach 3.2, the Matador suddenly pulled up.

At this moment, it completely turned into a real matador as it revealed its silver clock to the Uragano closely behind it. The nose of the MiG-25 suddenly pulled up and created an incredible trajectory in the air. The tail and nose of the aircraft switched positions in an instant, and the speed suddenly dropped from Mach 3.2 to below Mach 1.

1

“Cobra maneuver!” Chemezov almost shouted out. His eyes widened as he continued, “That’s impossible!”

It was indeed impossible.

The aerodynamic layout of the MiG-25 meant that it was impossible to perform the Cobra maneuver. Forcibly pulling the nose up at a high speed would only result in a fatal crash, and the pilot would be the first one to go! However, because it was the MiG-25, the steel-made fuselage design prevented the belly and wings of the MiG-25 from being torn apart. The entire fighter was like a dry leaf pushed away by the wind, spinning in the air.

The winner was decided in an instant.

The Urangano accelerated to its speed limit and pierced the body of the MiG-25 that suddenly decelerated.

It was just a pity that it did not use its autocannons or missiles.

But the pilot probe in the front…

Regardless, it was impossible to find the pilot probe that made the kill.

In a car accident… or rather, in a fighter accident, it did not matter whether it was a sixth-generation fighter or a third-generation fighter, the final outcome was the same. The match ended in a tie. However, the Matador piloted a third-generation fighter, and Leonardo’s Uragano was a sixth-generation fighter. The sixth-generation fighter and the third-generation machine drew a tie, so everyone who understood the outcome realized that the Uragano had lost.

2

“No one can beat the Future Group in artificial intelligence technology… I finally understand why Future Military did not bet on the sixth-generation fighter.” Next to the airport runway, the man with a Chinese face gently sighed.

Indeed, the reasons did not need to be said.

If the pinnacle of the fifth-generation fighter, Aurora-20, could turn into the pinnacle of the sixth-generation fighter in the hands of Future Military at any time. It would be unnecessary to spend money and energy to research the sixth-generation fighter.

In the thick black smoke, fragments rained down as two sparks could be seen from afar. It wasn’t just the wreckage of the MiG-25 and the Uragano that fell, but also the last remaining pride in Matteo’s heart.

Matteo stared at the sky in a daze until Nicola, who was next to him, poked his arm. He finally regained his thoughts, moved his stiff neck, and looked at Jiang Chen next to him.

Although he considered the one in ten-thousandths chance of the sixth-generation fighter losing to the third-generation fighter, he did not consider that it would end like this. The slow-motion playback at the last moment told him that the Uranago still made evasive actions when it was about to hit the MiG-25.

However, even AI could not execute the maneuver at that speed, only God could do it…

Especially when the opponent had already calculated the move ahead.

From the very beginning, the MiG-25 controlled by the Matador planned the crash.

“Actually, you don’t have to be so depressed,” Jiang Chen coughed, patted Matteo on the shoulder, and said with a smile, “At least we are tied, and I didn’t make a… ahem, make a bet with you.”

Jiang Chen was about to burst out laughing. After he said this, he quickly stepped aside.

When Matteo saw Jiang Chen’s shaking shoulders, he felt something sweet from his throat and almost coughed out blood.

On the other side of the runway, Chemezov looked at the sky and stood as still as a sculpture. He was completely lost for words. It was the warlord that helped him regain his senses.

The warlord looked at him sincerely, dragged on his arm, and said genuinely.

“Mr. Chemezov, my friend, sorry that I blamed you… What you plan to sell me is definitely not a piece of junk… Well, just give me ten of the MiG-25 that shot down the sixth-generation fighter. Wait, no, TWENTY!”