Release that Witch

Winter flight decisions are not an easy task.

Even the empty knights are equipped with wolf fur caps, fluffy scarves and windbreakers, but the bare skin on the face can still feel the bitter chill from time to time.

After all, the windshield of the Skyfire is in front of it. When the wind changes or the aircraft makes maneuver, the cold wind will be filled with snow from all sides into the cockpit.

But Goode can understand the necessity of this design.

The top of his head is a huge wing with a narrow line in front. If you want to observe the ground, the only way is to head out of the cockpit. In fact, this is one of the things he and Finkin do most. The Air Knight is not as he had thought before. When the two sides arrived at the battlefield, they showed their weapons and their skills. If they did not know the enemy’s position in advance, Airborne light is very difficult to find targets.

You must know that the Skyfire is almost the size of an ant, not to mention the figure on the ground.

This is probably the reason why the biplane needs to be equipped with two people - the two pairs of eyes always look farther than the pair.

"What did you find?"

He turned and asked backwards.

About an hour ago, the flight team had crossed the wind and the sky. According to the map, if the enemy did not give up, it should be near this area. In order to find the target as quickly as possible, the four planes were centered on the north, and each of them spread out to form a fan-shaped search surface.

This is also the standard multi-machine search method specified in the Flight Manual.

In theory, as long as there is no deviation from the course, the four planes are enough to cover more than two hundred kilometers, but considering the impact of the weather, the aircraft are not too far apart, which also greatly reduces the size of the sector.

"Nothing!" Finkin yelled back at the lookout. "Will the devil have already caught up with the refugees and killed them back?"

"Then you should be able to find a lot of bodies!"

"Well, I will try harder again... pray that this snow should not cover them." Finkin shouted. "Man, can you fly low again?"

Goode pressed the nose slightly and scanned the compass and altimeter.

This is also the key parameter for the only position on the Skyfire to judge where you are.

However, there is also a clear reminder in the Flight Manual that you should not over-trust the instrument – ​​“Because of the limited technical capabilities of the arm, the instrument error should be regarded as a normal state, especially when the climate, altitude and landscape change drastically. Never forget Look out at any time, unless you are willing to be the cornerstone of technological progress - Tilly Wimbledon."

"Up to three hundred meters, can't be lower. It's not the gray castle west, the plains everywhere -"

Before he finished, Finkin interrupted him. "Two degrees to the right! There seems to be movement there!"

Goode looked at himself and immediately adjusted his course.

In addition to the sound of the wind and the roar of the engine, almost no external sound can be heard in the flight, so the movement of the partner must not mean the sound, but the change that can be seen with the eyes - and in this weather, there is little activity in the wild. Yes, then this movement is particularly suspicious.

Soon, Goode also captured the vision with the naked eye. On a bumpy hillside, there were many black shadows in the snowy background. They were not sporadic, but formed many continuous lines, which seemed to be scattered from afar. Hair in the snow.

"That is... footprints?"

Finkin’s yelling answered his question. “Yes, I think that your Highness should be them! Some people are moving on the hillside, more than one or two! God, the devil is chasing the refugees, I saw it. More than a hundred bodies! From the body type, it should be a madman, the number is around thirty or forty!"

"Sign it!" Goode no longer hesitated, push the joystick down, "Let's go first!"

With a bang, three green signal flares rushed into the sky, in stark contrast to the red moon fixed in the center of the dome.

The plane swooped down the hillside, and the distance between the two sides quickly approached. When the distance was four or five hundred meters from the top of the slope, Goode finally saw the refugees who were tumbling in the snow. They fled under the horror, and many people almost rolled down all the way. The situation can be imagined.

The madman devours this escape team a little bit at the rear. The enemy does not seem to have played the physical and speed of the people. It is not so much a massacre, but rather a game that kills time.

Goodton felt blood rushing.

He sneaked on the shooting experience and pointed the nose at the top of the mountain, until the two became a straight line, he pressed the fire button.

The nose of the machine is very loud!

This is also the way that Skyfire is the easiest to hit the target. At the height of two or three hundred meters, there is no need to consider the drop of the bullet path. From the dive to the pull, the nose is the direction of the bullet. Even if he is, he will not miss such an opportunity!

The jet that emerged from the moment instantly stirred up a straight "demarcation line" in the snow!

At this moment, the devil also noticed the giant bird that descended from the sky. They blame the pull out of the bone spear, aiming at the throwing posture of the Skyfire, and there is no meaning to avoid it.

At this time, the "demarcation line" broke into the devil group without any hindrance.

And it is divided between life and death.

The metal bullets that roared in the air easily penetrated the body of the madman, and a series of snow pillars suddenly added a little blue. The devil who was hit by the chest could see the red fog that suddenly bloomed behind him. The arms and legs were directly interrupted. For a time, the residual limbs and broken meat wrapped in snowflakes scattered, and the enemy pursued the momentum. Stagnation.

After sweeping the round, the devil's bone spear was late. Unfortunately, at this height, the enemy's spear attack can not pose any threat to the Skyfire. Even if it can fly, the spear loses all its power and speed. It is almost impossible to hit the high-speed flying biplane.

The attack of the Skyfire is far from over.

The process of Gourd pulling up the nose is the time for the rear seat shooter to play.

Finkin is a random shot at the top of the mountain, but his guns can only rely on experience compared to the dive shots that can be followed.

The devil seems to react at this time. The strange birds in the sky are not mixed with evil beasts or other monsters, but human war weapons! However, this cognition does not bring any changes to their situation. The hidden and desperate counterattacks have lost their meaning in front of the high fire, and even the hope of escaping has become extremely embarrassing.

In the battle of the past, the human cavalry was desperate in the face of faster and higher fears, and today's madness is the same – perhaps more.

After a few moments, Goode accumulated enough energy to swoop down towards the Devils.

The other two companions also appeared above the skyline.

In the ensuing multi-faceted sniper, the devil began to turn around and rushed to the rear, and the flying team took a tight grip and took the opportunity to expand the results.

Neither Goodyear nor Finkin realized that they were the first time in the past two millenniums to pursue a majority with a small number of people in the encounter between the two races - even if it was the evacuation squad of the former First Army, the number was not dominant. In the case, he did not dare to take the initiative to attack the enemy. Now, with four or fifty madmen, the three planes add up to six people.