Chapter 471 The Eagle Strikes the Sky

  Night sky.

  The flames of the cannon continued to blare.

  Although more than half of the casualties have been lost, and the battle on the ground is over, the Falcon Kingdom No. 1 Squadron has no plans to retreat at all.

   Gritting his teeth and staring at the only 5 "Mosquitos" left, Arcante's eyes shone with flames of hatred, and he let out a roar as he pressed the cannon.

"go to hell!"

   Tasks are not important anymore.

  There is only one thing he wants to do right now, and that is to send the opposite pilot to hell!

  He wants to avenge his dead comrades!

  The plane locked by him was doing a rolling maneuver in the air, and the orange tracer almost brushed against the hatch cover of the cabin.

  Looking at the enemy plane that was pulling up and turning, Acante let out a tut, lifted up the joystick vigorously, pulled up the nose of the plane and chased after it.

  This cunning mosquito!

   Pressing his index finger on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, Akante shouted in a deep voice.

   "Leave that shark-head plane to me, and you guys take care of the rest!"

  An answer came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

   Coincidentally, the guy bitten by him is really called a mosquito.

Mosquito sitting in the cabin cursed, and quickly turned to look at the "Eagle" that was chasing after him. While pulling up, he slammed the left rudder, and made a 180-degree roll on the Z axis. .

  The huge acceleration of gravity tore every cell in his body, dyeing the originally pitch-black night sky with a layer of black.

   But all this is just a short moment.

  He successfully completed a nearly 180-degree turn in the air, tangentially passing the chasing plane diagonally behind!

   And without disintegration!

   "...Damn it, give me a jump!"

  Looking at the silhouettes passing by outside the cabin, the mosquito calmed down its beating heart with relief, and seized this hard-won opportunity to prepare to bite back.

   This guy has two brushes!

but-

  He is not fooling around.

   "There are 36 rounds left in the ammo... This is the only chance!"

   Hastily glanced at the updated task on the VM screen, Mosquito stretched out his index finger and closed the window, then turned on the onboard radio and shouted.

  "Attention all teammates! Our mission has been completed! The headquarters asked us to choose an opportunity to return to the flight according to the situation, but these annoying mosquitoes—bah, these flies obviously don't intend to let us swagger away!"

  He grinned and clenched the joystick with both hands.

   "Coincidentally, my uncle is not the kind of coward who runs away with his tail between his legs!"

   "Follow me—"

   "Destroy them!"

   A mess of answers came from the communication channel.

"Oh oh oh!"

   "Go!"

   "Fight with them!!"

  The tactical strategy changed from delaying time to "one for one", and the offensive of the alliance's aircraft suddenly became aggressive.

  Akante felt a little bit troublesome, but he was also a little fortunate in his heart.

   There is not much fuel in his fuel tank, and there are less than fifty bullets left... This cat-and-mouse game is finally coming to an end.

  However, at this moment, the voice of the ground command suddenly came from the communication channel.

   "...The Heart of Steel is shifting to the north, your mission has ended, return to the frontline airport immediately before entering the range of the Heart of Steel!"

  Heart of Iron? !

  Akante was startled.

   Having participated in the Battle of the Harvest City, he knows that guy's anti-air capabilities better than anyone else. The firepower net generated by a round of salvos can even form an airtight curtain wall in the air.

  Looking at the small plane dodging left and right in front of him, he gritted his teeth, replied "received", and then switched to the team channel.

   "... Attention all units, the Iron Heart is being transferred and deployed, we still have the last five minutes, return immediately in five minutes!"

  His voice almost fell when a black shadow suddenly appeared in the distant clouds.

  I saw a three-engine transport plane suddenly broke into the battlefield.

  At first Akante thought he was wrong.

   After all, when fighter jets are fighting, how dare transport planes come up to join in the fun.

  But soon he found that he was right.

  The plane that came was the H-1 "Dragonfly" of the Alliance, and like other aircraft of the Alliance, there were some fancy and strange graphics printed on the fuselage.

  Seeing that the plane was not carrying weapons, the Acante soldiers were not in a hurry to shoot it down, but just glanced at the screen of the airborne radar, and then ordered in the communication channel.

   "... Liontail-1, Liontail-2, go and see what's going on with that plane."

  Since it is a non-combat force.

   Maybe it can be seized and returned.

   Following Arcant's order, the two "Eagle" immediately left the battlefield and approached the strange transport plane.

   Seeing that plane too, Mosquito had a look of surprise on his face.

what's the situation?

   Hasn’t the transport formation already returned, why did it come back again?

   It would be fine if the one that came back was a gunboat, but the one that came back was a conventional model without weapons.

  Mosquito subconsciously glanced at the VM strapped to his right leg. There was no new mission, let alone any information about the aircraft.

  Because of this transport plane that suddenly broke into the battlefield, both sides in the exchange of fire fell into a brief hesitation.

  Akante waited for his teammate's answer.

   At this time, the voice of "Manticore-1" came from the communication channel.

   "...captain, that plane is a bit weird."

  Akante was slightly taken aback, and asked immediately.

   "What did you see."

  After a short pause, the teammate's answer came from the communication channel.

   "There seems to be no one in the cockpit."

   "No one?!" Arcant was stunned.

   Could it be a drone? !

  The alliance does have drones, but this is the first time he has seen this model.

  The pilot continued to report.

   "Yes...the main and co-pilot seats are empty, and there seems to be something growing on the rudder. I can't see it clearly here, so I need to get closer."

  Acante said alertly.

"be careful."

"receive!"

  Two "Eagle" flew on the left and right sides of the "Dragonfly" transport plane.

  One of the Eagle fighters code-named "Manticore-1" approached the nose of the "Dragonfly", and the wingtips even almost touched the cockpit.

   Switched the on-board radio to a similar band, and the pilot shouted towards the "Dragonfly".

   "This is Falcon Kingdom No. 1 Squadron. You have been hijacked by us. Please follow our guidance to fly."

   "If you refuse, you will be shot down."

   There was a buzzing sound in the communication channel, but there was no response.

  The pilot frowned.

  The pitch-black canopy always made him feel a little uneasy.

   Just when he was about to get closer, a ray of soft moonlight happened to pass through the clouds and sprinkled on the pitch-black hatch cover.

  When he saw the situation inside, he froze for a moment.

   Scarlet traces filled the entire cab.

   Not just the rudder—

  The entire console is filled with an unknown mass.

   "Damn..." He couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

   What the **** is this? !

  Growing up in the No. 2 oasis, he had never seen a mutant slime mold, and only felt a trace of organic instinctive fear from the ferocious scarlet.

  He subconsciously deflected the rudder to the left, trying to stay away from this disgusting guy, but at this moment a sudden change occurred.

  I saw that the glass of the cabin exploded into countless pieces in an instant, and two whip-like tentacles were ejected like cannonballs, slamming towards the cockpit of him and another teammate.

"ah-!"

  The severe pain made him cry out in pain.

  He looked in horror at the scarlet tentacles piercing through his chest, watching countless tiny threads, like countless earthworms, burrowing into his wounds and blood vessels...

  The body has lost control.

  A sense of paralysis like an electric current occupies every cell in the body.

   At this moment, a whistle-like whisper came from the communication channel, poured into his ears, and soaked his soul.

   "Eep—"

  The tentacles connecting the cabins were cut by the howling air.

  The "Eagle" attached to the side of the "Dragonfly" deflected the fuselage, like a baby who cut the umbilical cord and left the mother's body.

   And the whisper echoing in the communication channel still continued, like the whisper of a demon.

  Amidst the murmurs, the pilot sitting in the pilot's seat gradually lost his pupils and lowered his head, no matter how the captain shouted, he still didn't feel it.

   "...Zizi..."

   "...Manticore-1, what's going on with you! I saw a hole in your hatch! Report your situation immediately!"

   "...Zizi..."

  The anomaly lasted for nearly half a minute.

   The messy voice continued to pour into the ears.

   The drooping head suddenly lifted up, and the pupils that had lost their spirits were now covered with bloodshot eyes, and had turned scarlet.

  He looked straight at the night sky due north.

  The murmur in the ear also gradually became clearer.

   'Go help him—'

  ‘That’s your father. '

Father?

  ‘Yes, he is in danger. '

Danger…

  The scarlet pupils were stained with bloodthirsty, and the dry lips opened and closed, responding to the murmuring succinctly.

"yes…"

  The sudden change made everyone stunned.

  Whether it is the Alliance or the Falcon pilot.

   Staring at the two "Eagle" planes that suddenly lost control in the distance, Arcant shouted loudly into the radio.

   "Manticore-1! Manticore-2! If you hear it, please answer! If you are still alive, please answer it—Fuck! Shit!"

  Hanging up the communication violently, the anger burning in his eyes became more violent.

   Two more—

  He didn't know what despicable means the alliance used again, he only saw that something seemed to hit the two planes.

  Maybe the driver pulled out his automatic rifle or something.

   But whatever that was, it didn't matter anymore.

   That guy rejected their well-meaning persuasion!

   There is only one thing Acante wants to do at the moment, and that is revenge!

   "Shoot it down! Shoot me down that transport plane!"

  The same angry answer came from the communication channel.

"yes!"

  An "Eagle" fighter gave up the "Mosquito" that was already emitting black smoke, and rushed straight towards the transport plane.

   "Go to **** with me!"

  The pilot in the cockpit angrily pressed the fire button, and the cannon at the front of the fuselage immediately sprayed out raging flames.

  The tracer hit the left wing of the transport plane, black smoke rose from the engine on the wing, and the plane began to slow down and slide down.

  The "Eagle" slowed down and was about to give a shuttle to its right engine.

  However, at this moment, the mutation happened again.

  The "Manticore-2" that was out of control before suddenly pulled up the nose, made an incredible 180-degree roll in the air, and pointed the nose at the astonished teammate.

   It's too late to reaccelerate—

   A moment of hesitation prevented him from pressing the fire button.

  However, his "teammates" did not hesitate at all.

  Almost at the moment when the noses of the aircraft were facing each other, thick and long flames spewed out from the front end of the propeller.

   "Porf—!"

  Amidst the roar of the cannon, the "Eagle" chasing the "Dragonfly" was instantly blown out of the propeller, cockpit and fuel tank, and turned into a burning fireball in the air in a short while.

   Not even a chance to skydive...

  Arkant stared dumbfounded at the flames, and then at the "Manticore-2" that suddenly opened fire on the friendly forces.

   He couldn't understand.

In the end what happened.

   The mosquitoes bitten by his chasing buttocks were also startled, and they stared dumbfounded at the "little fly" that suddenly turned its gun and beat the friendly army.

   What surprised him wasn't the guy's sudden mutiny.

——

   "Damn it! Immelmann's maneuver?!"

  The two "Eagle" planes parted ways, one galloped towards the north, and the other headed straight for the chaotic battlefield.

   Just as the mosquito was stunned, the shouts of his teammates came from the communication channel.

  GuiGui: "Boss, do you want to shoot it down?"

   Mosquito hurriedly said.

   "Don't mess with him yet! The enemy of our enemy is our friend!"

   Guigui: "But he's firing at me!!"

   Mosquito was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and shouted on a whim.

   "Sacrifice yourself and rush into the opposite fleet!"

   Guigui: "???"

Although surprised at the inappropriateness of the regiment commander, the little player named Guigui subconsciously turned the rudder, and while doing a roller maneuver to avoid the shooting cannons, he rushed into the hinterland of the enemy fleet, and was close to the clouds. Drilled in instantly.

  The "Eagle" that does not distinguish between enemy and friend attacks has brought great trouble to the Falcon Kingdom's flight formation.

  Due to the darkness in the sky, the serial number could not be seen at all, and it was difficult to identify this aircraft, which was almost exactly the same shape and painting as theirs.

  Especially when more than three "Eagles" bite each other, it is impossible to tell which one is the traitor.

   Unless the distance is widened and the formation is reorganized...

  Akante's palms were sweating, and his eyes were cruising around nervously, scanning the surrounding planes that were jumping up and down and firing.

  He looks like a 25-year-old to everyone now.

  Thinking of the Heart of Steel that was heading north, Arcant gritted his teeth, and took a last look at the mosquito that had slipped away from under his cannon.

   "You're lucky..."

   Squeezing out these words between his teeth, he reached out and pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder.

   "Retreat!"

After dropping two smoking planes again, the Falcon Kingdom's flight formation began to return to the front-line airport. As for the "out of control" Eagle, it did not choose to pursue, but instead chased after the transport plane that was sliding towards the ground. past.

   Mosquito counted the planes on the opposite side, and there were about fourteen planes left in sight, while only the last two planes remained on his side.

   This battle loss ratio is too touching.

   Panting heavily, Guigui asked in the communication channel.

   "Boss... want to chase?"

   Mosquito pulled the trigger on the joystick, and there was no movement except the friction of clicking. The only bullets left in the magazine had been emptied in the previous dogfight.

   The outcome can only be saved until next time.

   "You are lucky..."

   As long as he puts a pistol in the cockpit, it won't let these guys slip away.

   After spitting in the direction of the enemy plane's retreat, the mosquito raised its arm and wiped its mouth, then yelled in the communication channel.

   "Attention all units! The enemy plane fled with its tail between its legs! Victory is ours!"

"go home!"

   The muzzle velocity of this new machine gun still suffers a bit.

   Wait until I go back and change it.

   "Ow!" Afraid of embarrassment by the commander of the regiment, Guigui, who was paralyzed on the seat, unbuttoned the pilot's cap, and cooperated weakly.

no way.

   Everyone died.

   There are only two of them left in the whole team, and if she doesn’t speak, no one will speak...

  …

   The battle between the ground and the sky has been decided, but the battle between "Lingyun" and "Saber" is not over yet.

  The tail flame of the engine flickers in the air, like meteors winding and parallel, and every time the flickering meets, it will pull out a deadly tracer.

  Two jet planes came and went to compete for the fleeting shooting window, using the most "primitive" fight at a relative displacement of nearly two kilometers per second.

   "Damn... the dog plan is targeting me again!"

  Looking at the "flame" that was chasing after him, Luo Yu gritted his teeth, and hurriedly glanced at the oil level indicator that was about to fall below the warning line.

  They fought all the way from the northern part of the No. 3 oasis to the southernmost part of the Golden Lizard Kingdom—the No. 8 oasis. This position was not only beyond the communication range, but even beyond his combat radius.

  However, at this moment, the question he is considering is not whether he can return to the voyage smoothly.

   As long as the only "Saber" deployed on the opposite side in Luoxia Province can be eliminated, the alliance will hope to completely win the air supremacy of Luoxia Province!

  Although the chance is slim, it is not without chance.

  Cut to the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane, watching the enemy plane rapidly approaching the reticle on the sight, Luo Yu calmly pressed the fire button.

  The machine gun spewed out flames.

  Accompanied by a slight tremor, a string of flickering tracers rushed towards the "Saber".

   It seemed that the plane was about to be turned into a pile of scrap iron, but it was only a little bit short, and was dodged by a sideways.

   "Blanch!"

   Cursed in a low voice, Luo Yu's brows twitched fiercely, and he slammed the rudder to turn the plane's nose, looking for the next shooting window.

   However, the "Saber" seemed to have foreseen what he was going to do, and with its high maneuverability, it cut to his rear hemisphere flexibly, and fired back a shuttle of machine guns in a smooth manner, as a return to the round of strafing just now.

  Almost instinctively made an evasive maneuver, seeing the tracer passing by, Luo Yu felt a burst of cold sweat on his back.

  As the opponent gradually adapted to his tactics, he finally began to feel a little bit of difficulty.

   To be honest, he was not very good at such extreme distance dog fights.

In reality, the air forces of various countries have already evolved to the stage of "beyond visual range combat" in the confrontation between spears and shields, and dogfights at supersonic speeds are "almost impossible". Mach 2.8~5, the bullet might not be as fast as the plane at a distance.

   Except in the most extreme cases.

  For example, the scale of the war has expanded to a global scale, and the industrial chains of various countries have been seriously affected due to bombing, mobilization, etc. The supply of high-tech weapons cannot be stabilized, and guidance is not as good as large quantities...

   When it comes to that, let alone supersonic fighters, the infantry might have to fight with bayonets.

   Therefore, machine gun shooting against air targets is only a small part of all training subjects, and it is only for the most extreme situations.

  If it weren't for "Wasteland OL", he really wouldn't have practiced this thing in particular.

  Luo Yu could clearly feel that the opponent's tactical experience and flying skills were not outstanding, but the operation of the cannon had reached the point of proficiency.

not only that.

  That person is likely to be an awakened person like me, and the direction of strengthening is probably the reflex nerve and optic nerve, and the "level" may not be lower than myself!

   To win this battle, he must carefully use every bullet, even every liter of fuel...

   Calming down the restless blood in his veins, Luo Yu reconceived his battle strategy in his mind.

   The scissors maneuver has been learned by the opponent.

   But there is a trick this grandson probably hasn't seen yet...

   Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the "saber" clenched on the left rear, and put his right hand on the throttle valve.

   Just when he was about to surprise him, a black dot suddenly appeared in the airspace directly ahead.

   Falcon?

   Luo Yu's face changed slightly.

  Although the propeller plane is as slow as a turtle in front of the jet plane, the cannon hanging behind the propeller is not a decoration.

  Even if you can't hit him, you can still block him out of position with a sweep of the shuttle and interfere with his flight path. And in such a well-matched duel, any mistake would be fatal to him.

   Originally, his mobility was at a disadvantage...

   At the same time, seeing the little fly, a smile of surprise appeared on Yukar's tense face.

   "Hahaha! Well done!"

  Thinking about this group of dogs is still a little discerning, knowing to send a plane to come over to help myself. Although it was a little redundant for him, he was quite satisfied with this kind of filial piety.

   "Give him a shuttle! Hit the right wing! Right now!"

  He seemed to see the goddess of victory waving to him.

However-

   Something unexpected happened to both of them.

   I saw that the "Eagle" did not point its nose at "Ling Yun", but aimed at the "Saber" that was biting towards the rear hemisphere of "Ling Yun"!

   "Porf—!"

   Thick and long tongues of flame sprayed out, and the twin 20mm cannons used tracers to weave a large net in the air, and smashed into the "Saber" head-on.

  Everything happened in an instant.

  It is so fast that people are caught off guard.

   "Grass! Do you have eyes?!"

   Surprised and angry in his heart, Yukar cursed angrily, barely dodged the bullets that were fired at him, and completely lost the shooting window that he had already obtained.

  A relative speed of nearly Mach seven.

   Being hit by that shuttle was enough to send him away!

   Until now, he is still imagining that the Falcon may have misread the target in the dark, and when he returned to the airport, he was appointed to give the thing with no eyes two big slaps.

   Unfortunately, the falcon didn't pick the wrong target, and flew all the way to send him away.

  The shuttle didn't even listen to chasing after his **** and bit it.

   "Damn! Cease fire! I am a friendly army!"

  Yukal roared in the airborne radio, trying to wake up the other side.

  However, what he didn't know was that the cockpit of the Falcon was already covered with slime mold, and the pilot who was fixed on the seat had become a puppet at his mercy.

   Not far away, the avant-garde jet plane has completed a 180-degree roll during vertical climb.

  Yukal's pupils shrank suddenly.

   The moment he met the cockpit, his heart seemed to stop beating.

"…Grass."

   As soon as the words came to his lips, hot metal shrapnel opened his cockpit.

  Looking at the scrapped garbage in the sight, Luo Yu moved his index finger away from the front trigger, and slowly emptied the air trapped in his chest.

   Pulled off the respirator hanging from his mouth, and hung his whole body on the seat behind him.

   A well-matched confrontation simply cannot tolerate a single mistake.

   Let alone say it twice.

  Blowing black smoke and falling from the sky, the "Saber" shot up gorgeous flames in the night sky behind him like a lighter.

   "Immelmann maneuvers... I only teach it once, I hope you can see clearly."

  But even if you can see it clearly, you probably won't have the chance to learn it in this life.

   After "singling" such an awesome boss, Luo Yu's mouth unconsciously curled into a smile. Although I don't know why that "Falcon" helped me, but I won if I won.

  Even if the Falcon came back to his senses and mended himself, it didn't matter, he could even generously give this "credit" to that unknown friend.

  The Legion has only one saber.

  But Ling Yun of the Alliance will be able to make another one next month.

  The flames from the engine faltered, and the plane began to glide forward without power.

  Luo Yu glanced at the fuel tank indicator.

  The pointer stuck firmly below the 0 mark on the dial, and the final sharp turn exhausted the remaining fuel, and the fuel tank was drained, and there was not a single drop left.

  At first, he thought that he would just go down with the plane and die early.

   But thinking of the bug that stuck on the resurrection CD last time, he shivered subconsciously, and reached for the pull ring next to the seat with his right hand.

   With a bang, the steel bars on both sides of the seat exploded, and were ejected from the open hatch under the push of gunpowder.

  The last time Mosquito told him swearingly that an ejection seat was added to Ling Yun, he thought it was a joke.

   I didn't expect it to come out...

   At the same time, the "Falcon" not far away also ran out of fuel, slowly lost power, and the propeller began to rotate in the opposite direction.

  The nearly rotten pilot hung his head, sitting in the middle of the cockpit covered with slime mold, his hands stuck to the joystick by the fungus.

   His rot seems to have increased.

  The weakened breath of life is like a dying candle flickering in the wind.

  However, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented satisfaction from the depths of his spirit—as if his soul had been sublimated.

   This short life was not in vain.

  He successfully completed the mission of the mother.

  The last whisper of "Eep" came from the earphone tilted around his neck, it was a whisper that only he could understand.

'You did very well. '

  ‘Go to sleep. '

'my child. '

  (end of this chapter)