What
It’s nothing, the Iris-t on it caught me off guard.
don’t know if this is luck, but this would be the first time IOG ive seen brimstone IOG work.
More likely that the IOG is the reason it didn’t hit the center of mass/center of object but an actually vulnerable point of the vehicle ^^
some spice action
Very nice, cant bring myself to play top tier ground at the moment, and not seen the point of really using the Spice-250s in ARB and not been bothered to play ASB yet in the AESA-Phoon.
But some proper Typhoon tactics there
Mike Sutton's "Typhoon", first use of the 27mm in Anger
The attack controller was straight back on the line.
‘Dragon. Confirm you have the 27 mm today?’
‘Affirm. We have 27 mm.’
‘Roger that,’ he replied. ‘I’ve got a gun target for you. Standby for the talk-on.’
Holy shit.
A gun target. Three enemy fighters hidden in a scrappy bush pinning down friendly troops.
This was something I had trained to use for years in the Jaguar and Typhoon but had never been required to fire it in anger. Strafing was risky. We were almost clean out of bombs and such was the severity of the situation on the ground, they wanted to resort to fast jet cannon fire. It would be the first operational use of the Typhoon’s gun.
My throat had become dry and I could feel the sweat streaming down my neck. To fire the gun, I would need to get really low, right on top of the fighters involved in this contact. My heart quickened. I could feel the pistol resting against my chest. The last captured airman had been brutally killed by a screaming mob. Ejecting in these circumstances was a horrific prospect. This thought and a thousand others reeled through my mind and were instantly wiped like raindrops from a windscreen. I needed total, complete and absolute focus.
In the head up display, I selected the gunsight. It showed a single dot, which had to be placed on the target, surrounded by a range countdown circle. During a strafe attack, you need to point the aircraft, not the gun. There was no guidance or precision homing to assist. The cannon was fixed to the boresight of the airframe. I had to line up the aircraft nose and physically aim the 27 mm rounds at the mark. The aircraft computers could take into effect the force of gravity on the rounds as they left the cannon at almost 4,000 feet per second. This was my only assistance.
I threw the Typhoon into a right turn to generate some distance and line up for the attack. As I did so, I turned my head as far as I could over my shoulder to keep sight of the target. In the moments as I flew away, the target turned from a sizeable bush to a tiny speck vanishing to almost nothing. To make the picture more confusing, my target stood in undistinguishable scrub in miles of open desert. The potential to lose sight of that exact piece of undergrowth or confuse it with another was huge.
Christ, it was hard to keep eyes on. I strained my neck and took mental snapshots of the surrounding features.
From the ground, the jet would have been heard as a faint rumble, like an airliner, largely masked by the noise of ongoing gunfire. If the fighters had spotted me at this stage, I would have appeared as an indistinct dot high in the sky, several miles off and flying away from them. I hoped they were fixated on something more urgent. This gave me the edge I needed to make the attack a complete surprise.
In order to fire the cannon with accuracy, I had to dive from height to low level, right into the mix, at risk from every single weapon on the ground. My finger rested on the countermeasures switch, but no aircraft has protection against bullets from high calibre rifles. Given our activities over the last hour, I imagined they would be delighted to turn their guns skywards.
The JTAC was pressing for immediate action.
With a flick of the wrist, I overbanked the Typhoon onto the line of attack. Almost inverted, the jet spun effortlessly. I pulled the nose down through the horizon, settling into a thirty-degree dive, bang on the heading, and rolled the wings to level. At the same time, I brought the throttles back to idle, to keep the engine heat and noise signature low. I wanted to arrive silently out of the sun. The speed was building. A growing speck in the dazzling sky. The Typhoon would be on them from three miles away in less than thirty seconds. Through 350 knots, accelerating fast.
‘Dragon cleared live.’
My heart felt like it was going to burst through my flying suit. Sweat stung my eyes.
Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.
Should be noted, the gun unfortunately jammed
Spoiler
Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.
My heart felt like it was going to burst through my flying suit. Sweat stung my eyes.
Five seconds to go. 450 knots. Speed increasing.
Bloody thing.
The radar ranging was suddenly jumpy and the sight bounced, just a fraction, but enough to need a correction. I eased the jet nose down a minute amount, settling the aiming point of the sight in the HUD back onto the target. All my effort, all my concentration, all my focus was on
that aiming point. With my thumb I flicked the Late Arm up to live, and rested the index finger of my right hand on the trigger.
Three seconds to go. Almost 500 knots.
The whole airframe pulsed as I started to fire.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
The 27 mm rounds were in the air travelling at 4,000 feet per second. The desert scrub was rising up fast around my ears. The aircraft ground proximity warning was screaming.
PULL UP.
I was in the threat envelope of every ISIS weapon on the battlefield.
I felt very alone.
Suddenly a red caption appeared on the central warning panel, and the red attention-getters flashed before my eyes.
GUN FAIL.
Fuck.
Instantaneously I released the trigger, pulled back on the stick and started climbing at thirty degrees nose up. At this moment I was at my most vulnerable. If the ISIS fighters hadn’t seen me approach, a few hundred feet above them, they would definitely see me now. I sent out more infrared countermeasures to decoy any missiles and rocketed into the sky, initially pulling five G.
(First section was from the prologue, the second section is the completion of that encounter later in the book)
How late did you want to recover from the dive at the end? xD
After using sound mod for such a long time and recently started to use official EFT’s VWS system as mod this sounds hilariously bad.
16 SPICE 250 when
Sorry that is exclusive for JAS39E.
Ackshuslly the Eurofighter is technically capable of carrying 16, so not really
Was sarcasm due to Gaijin’s questionable choices……
Ackshuslly it’s 20.
I’ve heard enough!
Nerf the Captor-E and make it pulse radar and remove one engine from Typhoons.
Bug report is accepted but I don’t see it going to be acted upon. It seems like it’s a balancing decision
Where would the other 4 go?