"Their speed is just too fast! We can't catch up at all! They've already breached another formation's defenses! Radar station! Radar station! We need guidance! We need detailed instructions!" The commander in the Peidao formation, chasing the Tang Army planes, shouted in frustration.
He was truly feeling a bit desperate. With such speed, if they wanted to leave, there was absolutely no way to intercept them.
Moreover, it seemed they weren't leaving but turning around to take them down like fish in a barrel!
"The target's speed has already surpassed supersonic! They're making a wide radius turn!" The ground radar station was guiding the pursuing troops, but their efforts were basically futile: "They're at your 1 o'clock direction... 2 o'clock direction..."
"Altitude! Their altitude!" The Dorne Air Force pilots, who couldn't see the target at all, were going mad. They felt like they were running blindfolded, trying to catch someone based on hints in a playground.
