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Chapter 923 The Blooming Flame (please vote for this big chapter)

The distance between these guided missiles and He Ao is much closer than the distance between the mecha team below.

Moreover, these missiles were obviously aimed at He Ao first. Their speed was very fast. Almost a moment after He Ao saw the light spots with his naked eyes, huge missile shapes appeared from the night.

Generally speaking, federal high-risk weapons such as high-energy guided missiles will be spray-painted with specific numbers and embedded with specific identity chips to determine which army, which warehouse, and which launch pad they come from.

The missile that He Ao saw in front of him was completely black. If it weren't for the blazing flames spitting out from behind, it would have almost completely blended in with the night, and the paint on the missile had been completely wiped off.

A violent whistling sound came from behind, and the mecha team not far behind the floating fighter aircraft continued to approach while quickly adjusting the muzzle.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continuously synchronized the data analyzed by Eve to the mecha team. At the same time, he sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt.

Through the windshield in front, he could clearly see that the missiles accelerated as they approached the target.

Even if Eve discovered these missiles in advance, the time actually bought was not much. It was not even enough for the mecha team to close the distance to the floating fighter, nor enough for him to jump away from a high place to escape.

There were no paragliders or parachutes on this floating fighter plane. It was obvious that Fine did not know that someone would attack them. He just followed the instructions strictly and did not even prepare escape supplies.

Without these things, once He Ao jumps out of the plane, he can only rely on free fall and the rescue of the mecha team behind him, losing all mobility.

Judging from the current situation, under such high-speed missiles, there is almost no possibility of survival for him to jump out of the plane, and the floating fighter plane can also provide him with a certain speed and maneuverability, giving him a chance to get rid of those missiles.

He held both hands on the fighter's joystick.

The driving method of this floating fighter is somewhat similar to that of a mecha, but it is much simpler than a mecha. When Lin En served in the Central Army, he also controlled a similar floating fighter.

Wei An also studied this kind of floating fighter when he was manufacturing the Adam 1 mobile device.

If he remembered correctly, the engine used by this fighter jet had some redundant power when it was designed.

However, this part of the redundant power is not stable and cannot last for long, and there is a risk of damage and disintegration when used beyond the limit. Therefore, when leaving the factory, this part of the redundant power is directly locked through the underlying electronic control program.

"The engine's power lock has been released and overclocking has begun."

Eve's voice rang in He Ao's ears at this moment.

The moment the sound sounded, He Ao looked at the rapidly enlarging missiles in his field of vision and suddenly pulled the joystick.

The tail of the aerial fighter spewed out surging flames. The aerial fighter, which had already somewhat recovered its tilt upwards, suddenly raised its head again, its belly lifted up, and with the gushing flames, a horizontal arc was drawn across the sky. U'-shaped arc, the flight direction changes from forward to backward.

The missile that had locked onto the floating fighter quickly followed the fighter's movements and raised its head, chasing the fighter.

Their speed was much faster than that of the mecha, and they were chasing behind the fighter plane almost in an instant.

At this moment, all the mechas had their muzzles ready, and streaks of light shot out from the mechas at the rear, but only hit one missile at the rear. The remaining missiles continued to pass through the surging flames, chasing. Xiang Heao.

He Ao glanced at the data sent by the mecha team on the control table, as well as the guidance data that Eve was constantly updating.

It is not easy to intercept these missiles. Even if those mechas have locked the specific directions of the missiles in advance under He Ao's reminder, these detailed directions need to be constantly adjusted as the missiles move and the mechas move.

It is difficult for humans to control the precise aiming of the Seraph mecha. They rely on the auxiliary aiming system of the mecha itself for adjustment. Faced with the long-distance and high-speed moving missiles in front of us, it is a bit difficult to keep up.

"Mr. Linn, the speed of the missile is too fast. Our self-aiming system cannot keep up. We need to close the distance. Come behind us immediately!"

The voice of the captain of the mecha team echoed inside the floating fighter. In He Ao's field of vision, these mecha teams were also approaching them quickly.

He Ao glanced at the data on the control interface again.

According to the current situation, if he escapes to the back of the mecha team, he will most likely be able to protect himself. However, this mecha team will inevitably suffer serious casualties. The worst case scenario is that no one will survive.

It seemed Covey had given them death orders.

Even if he did not hide behind the mecha team and let the mecha team attack after the missiles entered the aiming range, with the high speed of these missiles, as long as some of them were not intercepted, the mecha team would still be killed or injured, and he would also be in danger.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind.

With the violent maneuvers of the fighter plane, more blood seeped into the bandage and stained the pure white shirt on the inside.

However, He Ao had no time to care about this at this moment. He held the joystick, took a slight breath, and then pulled the joystick again.

At this moment, the floating fighter plane shuttled between the rain curtains quickly turned at a right angle in the air and flew downward almost vertically.

Under this violent maneuver, the missiles chasing in the sky paused for a very short time, seemingly losing their target for a short time.

But soon, they lowered their warheads and locked onto the target again.

As a result, these missiles began to tilt downward at a large angle, and their movement direction changed from horizontal to diagonally downward, chasing the floating fighter plane below.

"What is Mr. Lynn doing?"

"Is he using himself as bait to distract those missiles?"

"Is he protecting us?"

The voices in the communication channel rang one after another, and then the captain's voice interrupted all the words, "Speed ​​up and move forward!!! Close the distance!!!"

Under the influence of gravity, the speed of the downward-flying aerial fighter further increased, which greatly exceeded the maximum speed that the aerial fighter was designed to achieve. The entire fighter began to tremble violently.

He Ao held the joystick tightly with one hand and raised his other hand to touch the data on the screen.

Those are the possible effective interception positions of these missiles calculated by Eve. Eve cannot guarantee that every position is accurate. The rest must be judged by He Ao's own combat intuition.

The reason why many talented mecha pilots are irreplaceable is because their keen combat intuition is often even more accurate than what artificial intelligence can predict.

He Ao glanced at the missile image behind him on the streaming rearview mirror again, and then quickly selected a few items from the data provided by Eve.

Eve also immediately converted these data into targeting coordinates and sent them to the mecha team behind.

At this moment, He Ao connected to the mecha team's communication channel again.

This time, he did not wait for the team leader to speak, but quickly said, "According to the data I just gave, switch to full manual mode to aim and import the data."

The communication side was silent for a moment, and then immediately replied, "Okay,"

Then his tone changed, "Everyone, switch to full manual mode and import the data sent by Mr. Linn."

The falling rain curtain slapped on the windshield of the floating fighter plane, and He Ao had already caught up with these falling raindrops.

His vision passed through these scattered raindrops and looked ahead. The silent and dark ground, as well as the scattered lights on the ground, were now 'flying' towards the floating fighter jet at a high speed.

Vaguely, He Ao could already see the mud-covered children on the narrow streets looking up at the sky.

He Ao held the control lever in his hand and took a gentle breath.

A slight voice came from the other side of the communication channel, which seemed to be that the data import was completed. Before the captain could speak, He Ao quickly said, "Switch the team channel, listen to my command, three..."

There was a soft sound in my ears, which was the sound of the communication channel switching.

The captain didn't say any nonsense, but quickly followed He Ao's instructions.

"two."

He Ao's voice is smooth and clear, ensuring that everyone can listen to his words.

The thick earth was getting closer and closer, so close that the floating fighter plane seemed to be able to touch the tall buildings on the ground.

"one."

The old palm suddenly pulled the joystick, and the floating fighter jet, which descended almost vertically, suddenly raised its nose, turned at a right angle again, and flew almost close to the ground in the direction of the rear missiles.

The surging air waves blew through the streets on the ground, blowing shallow crests on the surface of the muddy rainwater pond, and making the rusty shacks creak.

The people standing at the street entrance raised their heads in unison, staring at the high-speed machinery flying across the sky.

Following this maneuver, the missiles in the sky were lost for a moment again because they lost their target.

"fire!"

An old and steady voice also sounded in the mecha team's internal communication.

The bright light streaked across the night sky, evaporating the rain curtain, and hit the rows of missiles trailing flames.

Boom boom boom——

A violent explosion exploded in the sky, and the surging fire wave covered the sky like a blooming fire cloud.

The flowing rain curtain seemed to have stopped briefly at this moment, and each drop of rain evaporated into mist in the sky.

"Success!"

An exclamation came from the communication channel.

"without!"

Immediately afterwards, there was another voice from a mecha team member, "It was not completely destroyed!"

Almost at the moment when the sound sounded, black missiles passed through the fire cloud, changed direction and went vertically downward, chasing He Ao below.

"New Data,"

He Ao quickly clicked on the new data on the console, and the old voice sounded again, "Still in manual mode."

"Mr. Linn, you..."

A question sounded in the communication channel.

"It doesn't matter,"

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the missiles flying above his head. He was flying backwards now. The missiles that were originally above and behind him had now become above and in front of him, flying staggered with him as he continued to move forward. , these missiles were almost directly above him.

So these missiles are now almost vertically downward, very close to him, "Listen to my orders, three."

"Yes Yes Yes"···

A neat response came from the communication channel.

"two."

The flying fighter jet flew close to the ground along the street, through the night wind, and flew directly under the missile.

The missiles flying in the air began to turn.

"one."

He Ao pulled the control stick again, and the floating fighter suddenly raised its head and flew vertically upward, "Fire!"

Countless rays of light burst out in the sky again, hitting all the remaining missiles.

The surging flames once again illuminated in the rain, and the fireworks gathered together, igniting a bright brilliance.

"Success!"

"This time it's all missiles."

"Did Mr. Linn get hit by a missile just now?"

"Mr. Linn, Mr. Linn, are you still there?"

Violent shouts rang out from the communication channel.

But they were met with silence.

The patter of rain hit the outer shell of the Seraph mecha. Facing the blazing flames in the sky, no one could feel joy in their hearts.

The towering mecha lowered its head.

Originally, they had no involvement with that noble big shot and just followed orders to protect each other. But at this moment, there seemed to be some invisible sadness that enveloped the night.

There are always some people in this world who can make people admire them just by their words and deeds.

boom--

Violent wind roars exploded in front of the mechas in an instant. The streamlined floating fighter jets were like sharp blades cutting through the night sky, rushing away from the surging flames and appearing in front of the towering mechas.

"Feel sorry,"

An old voice sounded in the communication channel, "The explosion just now affected the signal a bit. Are you talking about something? My radar seems to have been affected as well. Are there any remaining missiles?"

"Mr. Lynn?"

A somewhat suppressed, slightly joyful voice sounded in the communication channel.

"Um?"

He Ao sat in front of the control desk, looking at the floating fighter planes with cracks all around, rubbing his brows, "Have you found anything else?"

"No, all missiles were intercepted,"

A response came from the communication channel, "We thought you just now..."

"cough,"

This was followed by a slight cough from the captain of the mecha team. He interrupted the team members and spoke slowly, "We have already reported the news. This place still belongs to Nancheng. General Covey should send someone over to investigate the missile fragments. If possible, There are only a limited number of people who have seen such high-energy guided missiles, so they may be able to find some clues.”

His voice remained calm and steady, but deep in it, there seemed to be a tone of joy that felt like his heart was letting go.

"good,"

He Ao nodded slightly, "Please help me thank General Covey and report that he is safe."

"This is what we do,"

The captain said immediately, and then he turned to ask, "Mr. Linn, where are you going next? The Nancheng command center should be safe, if you don't mind..."

"Need not,"

He Ao shook his head slightly, put the bracelet fixed on the operating table on his hand again, then looked back at Fan's body, which had been balled up in the corner due to violent maneuvers, and spoke calmly,

"I have to go back to the mayor's palace."

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