章 351: Ace Combat 351

The cockpit canopy had been ripped off by Lu Yao himself, so he could only fly the "convertible" aircraft at a speed of 800 kilometers per hour through the sky.

The whistling airflow slapped coldly against his face, disheveling his hair. When he passed by a drone, Lu Yao even waved to say hello.

Unfortunately, his leisure time ended quickly. As he was about to reach the air force base, he was intercepted by two F15s.

The difference in the capabilities of the aircraft was enormous; just in terms of speed, the F15s were more than twice that of Lu Yao's A10.

Therefore, the two enemy planes confidently roared overhead, arrogantly hovering over Lu Yao's head.

This was an absolute disparity in performance, one that piloting skills could not compensate for. Lu Yao rolled several times but couldn't shake them off.