Split Sky Rider

Chen Fei really wanted to use his own technical instructions to hit this mad bear so hard that he became paralyzed.

But when I think about it, if the opponent is smashed out, who will fly the plane next will be a big problem.

What's more, he still owed a lot of debt and had to sign a contract to sell himself as a tool. Not to mention the plane, he couldn't even afford to pay for the plane's wheels.

"Peanut Butter, what are you doing? Wait, where's Lemongrass? Who's behind you?"

A "Big Mouth Monster" came over, occupied the wingman position on the left, and maintained the flying attitude. The short-haired girl in the front seat in the cockpit and the pilot in the back seat were stunned as they looked at the No. 211 aircraft that had just returned to stability. The pilot Something clearly looked wrong inside the canopy.

There seemed to be a different person in the back seat of the 211 plane, not the "Lemongrass" Bassong who spoke in a gay voice.

"It is now at an altitude of 7500 meters and the weather is sunny. I am the squadron leader 'Peanut Butter'. Now there is good news and bad news. Let me talk about the bad news first. My partner 'Lemongrass' died. The good news is that I found him again. We have a new fire controller, ladies and gentlemen, welcome your new teammate, codenamed 'Rookie', please give me a warm round of applause!"

This bear major squadron leader was still unreliable. He was having sex in the cockpit without any shame at all.

It’s so stinky and shameless!

The short-haired girl "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius said helplessly: "Okay, you are the boss, whatever you say is right, you are welcome, rookie!"

The squadron leader, Major Chekov, can be careless, but she can't, otherwise the "Zhenxiang" squadron will really be in chaos.

Obviously, this newcomer Chen Fei is the real deal, a real rookie, and the code name is worthy of the name.

“I’m Salamane ‘Nutmeg’ Francis, welcome.”

The fire control hand "Nutmeg" of the short-haired girl "Devil Pepper" followed closely behind. This was not the time to confront the squadron leader at this juncture.

"Rookie... okay! You are welcome to join us, poor Basong."

“I’m Carlos Sliva Lane ‘Vanilla’, and I have my partner ‘Oyster Sauce’ Dalatu. I’m a rookie. I wish you good luck.”

"We have been waiting for you for a long time, rookie. I am "Braised Sauce" Jack Brown. I love braised pork. Braised pork is not the name of a person, but the name of a dish."

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The members of the "Zhenxiang" squadron expressed their welcome to the new little brother.

Suddenly I heard that the code names of these pilots include not only peanut butter, but also condiments such as devil pepper, nutmeg, oyster sauce, tarragon, miso and teriyaki sauce, and now there is a newbie.

When Chen Fei thought about it carefully, he suddenly panicked. Are you just waiting to stew this newbie like me?

There is no love in life.GIF

"Chekov, when you come back, I will remove you from your post!!!"

The angry roar of Maurice Morgan, executive manager of the 911 air service base, sounded on the communication channel.

After receiving the chaotic movements in No. 211 and the flight attitude fed back by the data link, everyone in the second backup command room located in the underground air defense facility looked at each other.

We are in the middle of a battle right now, and this is no time for joking. You drag a newbie who has just reported to work for less than 24 hours to temporarily act as a fire controller, and you let yourself go so freely. Even if you don't take your own life seriously, you still have to think about it. Someone else?

"Hahaha, Maurice, then you have to wait until I come back alive. The entire "Zhenxiang" squadron, target the gold dragon, the two-machine team will follow the number, three-stage attack, and start taking action!"

Chekov Leonidovich Ivanov was completely indifferent. He turned his face sideways, raised his left hand and patted the back of his seat, saying: "Rookie, now use your onboard computer to start programming. Activate the two short-range fighting bombs and the 'Dragon Killing Bomb', don't just click on one side, pay attention to the symmetry of the left and right wings, and then follow my command!"

Chen Fei stepped on the Erguotou wine bottle and buckled the technical instructions under his seat belt. He did not dare to let go of the joystick with his right hand. He frowned and turned on the activation switch of the missile based on memory.

He didn't notice at all that the control of the "Big Mouth Monster" was once again taken over by the big bear. He thought it was his own control, just like playing computer games. Both the computer and the mouse have the same control.

"No. 212 is in position, 11 kilometers away from the target and at an altitude of 2,000 meters. The attack is expected to start in one minute."

When the combat plan was actually implemented, the short-haired girl "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius quickly gathered her emotions. After all, the current combat mission was the most important thing.

"No. 213 is in place!"

The lead pilot of the second team is Carlos Sliva Lane, codenamed "Vanilla" and the chef in the cafeteria who can cook high-end dishes is from the same hometown.

"No. 214 is in place!"

"No. 215 is in place!"

"No. 216 is in place!"

"The radar team has locked onto the target and the data link has been verified."

The six A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft were divided into three two-aircraft formations, separated by about 1,000 meters from each other, and began to dive into the airspace where the battle was stalemate.

"Attention everyone, the 'Zhenxiang' squadron is coming to increase their attacks. The 'Rookie' will first send a combat bomb to the big guy to say hello, fox1, be careful to avoid it!"

The big bear growled and pushed the joystick forward.

A huge figure appeared in the HUD sight. The extremely flamboyant sharp-edged wings kept flapping, and there was a dazzling firelight between the blades. From time to time, wingtip vortices appeared on the edge of the dragon wings, as if they were flying in the clouds and mist.

With every flapping of the blade wing, one or several dragon spines will be shot out from time to time. The dragon spines with a range comparable to that of heavy artillery are undoubtedly fatal to fighter jets. Once they are hit, there is no possibility of survival, and even Even ejection will become a luxury.

"'Zhenxiang' Squadron, you must be careful, this guy has already killed five of our brothers!"

"I must kill it this time!"

"I am the 'Coyote' from the 909th Air Service Base. I have one 'Dragon Killing Bomb' left, if you need it."

Calls from several other fighter jets immediately came from the encrypted public call frequency band relying on a unified standard data link.

So far in the fight, the role that the pilots can play is limited to dragging this crazy golden dragon to meet the arrival of other reinforcements. The ammunition they carry is already running low.

"Roar!~"

From the forehead of the dragon head, a dazzling green beam of light suddenly shot out fiercely, piercing the sky straight.

A propeller-type fighter plane with a different appearance than the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" was accidentally struck by the beam of light on its wingtip, and a large piece was immediately separated. Small fragments broke away and flew away, and fire and smoke suddenly appeared.

The propeller fighter, whose aerodynamic balance was destroyed, gradually lost control. Under the pilot's best control, it swept diagonally toward the ground, preparing to make an emergency landing. It might even require ejection.

However, the giant metal dragon did not intend to let it go. There was a huge flame behind the blade wing, and its speed suddenly increased a lot. It caught up with it in the blink of an eye, opened its fangs and opened and closed its huge mouth... countless fragments fell to the ground. go.

Extremely cruel!

"Garbage, garbage, everything is garbage! Die, die!"

The dragon's angry roar shook for miles, and could even be heard clearly through the cockpit cover. Most of today's aircraft are made of non-metallic composite materials. Of course, the metal-type dragon that feeds on metal will not be satisfied. It's like a meatloaf mixed with gravel, hard to swallow.

The most perfect biological combat weapon in the world is worthy of being the killing dragon.

Chekov Leonidovich Ivanov secretly admired him in his heart. As an enemy target, he was admirable, but he would never be merciful.

Several fighter jets that were besieging the golden dragon spread out. Fox is the secret code for the NATO American standard missile to be launched. Fox1 represents the guidance mode of the universal programmable combat missile, which is adjusted to airborne radar guidance and data link assistance. Guidance, the metal dragon's radar signal feedback is particularly strong, as dazzling as a pillar of light in the dark night, but it does not mean that other fighter jets also have no radar feedback. Even if there is enemy or friend signal identification, they are still afraid of accidentally hitting the auxiliary vehicle. Hurt yourself.

"Beep!"

The airborne radar locked the target, and the aircraft body shook slightly. A white missile under the left wing broke away from the mounting point. After sinking three or four meters, the tail suddenly spurted out blazing flames, dragging white smoke and roaring out.

The golden dragon that had just torn a propeller fighter to pieces happened to look up and was hit in the face by a sudden missile, which shot him on the spot.

Two missiles in no particular order, Double-Blows!

In the next second, two missiles roared past fuselage No. 211 and plunged into the depths of the fire cloud that had just exploded.

Four-Hit-Combos!

Followed by two more!

The violently expanding fireball rose again and again, and finally swallowed up the huge dragon body.

Crazy Six-Hit-Combos!

As soon as the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron came on the scene, it launched a perfect three-stage attack tactic.

Fighting tanks doesn't require such a crazy concentration of fire, but the six "Big Mouth Monsters" of the "Zhenxiang" squadron completely treat the golden dragon as a battleship, and it is also a flying supersonic battleship.

Among the things flying in the sky, except for meteorites, there is nothing as solid as a dragon. The existence of this thing is not scientific at all.

"Prepare the 'Dragon Killing Bullet', hold on tight, others get away!"

Squadron Leader Chekov roared.

When conducting offensive operations, they rarely get a second chance.

Thin-skinned aircraft are never built with tender fillings. When it comes time to fight with a bayonet in a battle, the winner will often be determined within one or two moves, and the decision will be made between life and death.

"'Dragon Killing Bullet', fire!"

The short-haired girl's voice sounded in Chen Fei's ears, and she couldn't wait to cum first as a token of respect.

A missile trailing a faint blue smoke shot out like lightning.

The guidance signal of the land-based radar was locked on the distant golden dragon.

No escape!

Slay-The-Dragon!

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