Yuri didn't dogfight. He didn't need to. He simply locked on and let the massive air-to-air missiles do the work. The sky lit up for a brief second, then returned to the silent, freezing dark.
"It's too heavy," his assistant whispered, pointing to the twin-engine housing. "The landing gear will buckle on the slush." Download Schwerer sowjetischer Allwetterjager rar
As Yuri climbed into the black, ink-heavy clouds, the "All-Weather" moniker was put to the test. A blinding sleet storm hit, visibility dropping to zero. In any other jet, he would be a dead man. But the heavy beast sliced through the turbulence like a hot knife. The radar pinged: a lone intruder at 40,000 feet. Yuri didn't dogfight