"Frid! Frid! Turn! Turn!" Suddenly, a comrade screamed frantically in the headset. Despite some interference noise, Frid could hear it clearly. He jerked his control stick hard, causing his plane to abruptly change its flight direction.
The Peidao Fighter turned sharply, exerting its maximum performance, but still couldn't shake off the agile air-to-air missile tailing it.
The missile's guidance head had already locked onto the burning tail flames. Its sensitive components rotated the sharp glide wings, instantly altering the trajectory to follow the Peidao's exhaust and cutting into a more direct angle.
Before Frid could pull his aircraft back to a normal flight stance, he felt something push him from behind.
He had no time to think more. He pulled his ejection lever, and the sound of an explosion immediately echoed in his ears: a small amount of explosives around the cockpit blasted his canopy away, and he, along with his seat, was flung out of the plane.
