Split Sky Rider

"Crossfire, start!"

Squadron Leader Chekov roared.

The six "Big Mouth Monsters" were divided into three two-plane formations, forming a 120-degree arc formation and pounced on the mutant flying species.

The cannon opened fire immediately, and fiery snakes swarmed out, forming a crossfire from three directions that ferociously covered the airspace where the mutants were.

The body of No. 211 was shaking violently, and the rocket nests under the left and right wings were fully fired. The rockets that poured out of the nest were overwhelming, followed closely behind the dense rain of cannon shells.

Chekov, who clearly felt that the fighter jet was a little lighter, shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, 'rookie', save some rockets."

Before he could react, Chen Fei in the back seat had already discharged all the precious rockets.

Rockets have no guidance system, so whether they can hit the target or not depends entirely on luck.

Of course, if a hit hits, the mutant flying species will not escape death. After all, at this height, being injured is equivalent to a countdown to death.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, squadron leader, it doesn't matter if we bump into him!"

Although he usually looks quiet and harmless to humans and animals, once he goes to heaven, the "rookie" Chen Fei plays wilder than anyone else.

"Ah? Are you crazy?"

Squadron Leader Chekov looked shocked.

The cannon and rockets formed a decisive blow. Caught off guard, nearly half of the mutant flying dragon FA-143 group was wiped out at once. At least three of them were directly hit by the rockets and were blown to pieces. Flying sideways, staggeringly falling to the ground.

Even a giant dragon can't bear a straight fall from a height of 1,000 meters, let alone these incompletely evolved copycat flying dragons.

Those ferocious bone spurs actually do not benefit the flying ability at all. The streamlined body shape of the Sky Star Bipedal Wyvern is the result of natural evolution bit by bit over millions of years. It naturally has its own reason, rather than these scary things. The appearance and physical lethality of alien species that mutate rapidly are comparable.

"Well done, 'Peanut Butter'!"

"Squadron Captain, this is fierce!"

There was a burst of cheers in the communication channel. The other pilots of the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron did not expect that the No. 211 aircraft piloted by the squadron leader would dare to make such a big move in the first wave.

What the hell, Chekhov’s Big Bear said sarcastically: “Okay, it’s okay!”

"Don't be careless, those guys are starting to fight back!"

The deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" has been keeping an eye on those pseudo-Flying Dragon FA-143s. The "Zhenxiang" squadron has the first advantage in sneak attacks, but if it cannot maintain its advantage all the time, the thin-skinned "Big Mouth Monster" will also suffer a disastrous defeat. fate.

Don't think that since mutants don't have firearms, they don't have the ability to fight back. If not, there wouldn't be so many air bases that were attacked and destroyed, leaving no chickens or dogs slaughtered by the crazy mutants.

"receive!"

Tempone Schneider, the new fire controller of the "Devil Pepper" deputy squadron leader, yelled particularly loudly.

He replaced Salamane "Nutmeg" Francis, the deputy squadron leader's fire controller, and became the deputy squadron leader's backseat fire controller.

Mr. Salaman Francis cooperated with the newcomer "Baizhi" Wadiye. After running in for a period of time, he successfully established a tacit understanding of the partnership of Unit 216.

In the corporate war, the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron lost all members of the No. 216 aircraft, and now it has replenished its manpower and fighter jets.

"Unit No. 213 received, responsible for the left wing." Carlos "Vanilla" Sliva Lane.

"Unit 214 follows up on the left wing." "Tarragon" Salila.

"Unit 215 received, assigned to right wing." Mayer von Kohler "Salad".

"Unit No. 216 has followed up on the right wing." Salamane "Nutmeg" Francis, the old partner of deputy squadron leader Ilene Lucius, responded loudly.

Compared with the disorganized mutant pseudo-dragon FA-143s, the combat method of the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron appears to be orderly.

"'Rookie,' the cannons and missiles are yours."

The world in Chekhov's Big Bear's eyes only consists of four mutant flying species that are getting closer and closer.

He is the squadron leader of the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron, and his wingman is the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius. It is natural that he should shoulder the responsibility and take the initiative to gnaw the hardest bones.

After the first wave of attacks, about nine of the False Dragon FA-143s survived, half of which were taken away by the two-plane formation composed of Chekov's No. 211 aircraft and Illini Lucius's No. 212 aircraft. The rest will be taken over by the other two teams. Whoever eliminates the opponent first will support the others first.

"'Peanut Butter', use the bumper, just hit it!"

Chen Fei stretched out his hand and pressed it on the inner wall of the "Big Mouth Monster"'s cockpit.

Dog System: Ding! An A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft was found, with 1979.43 kilograms of metal material. Whether to absorb: Yes/No｜?

Of course "No"!

If you click "Yes", the two of you will be free to fall!

Don't worry, little Jiu, it will fly on its own.

But for the first time, Chen Fei's sense of touch was integrated with the entire turboprop. He could even feel the whistling airflow outside the aircraft body, the blazing heat of the PT6A series engine, and the linkage between various mechanisms without the need for joysticks or controls. There is no need for a throttle valve or any button, and you can control the entire body as you wish, even letting it jump in mid-air.

Aircraft can leap like a tiger, but people can't. Under such a huge overload, the internal organs will be broken.

If it had been more intense, I'm afraid the entire cockpit would have been filled with human remains, with broken bones and flesh squeezed out of the load-carrying suit like toothpaste.

"Crash? Are you so crazy? I don't want to die with you, so fire quickly!"

The driver and the fire controller are a natural community of destiny, and Chekhov's big bear can't do it without his companionship.

Suddenly, the aircraft body shook slightly, the wing-mounted cannon fired short, and several warheads plunged into the chest of one of the mutant flying species. It immediately felt as if it had been hit hard, and it opened its huge bat wings as if it had forgotten to flap its fan. As if, slowly falling backwards.

However, in the next second, without any warning, he seemed to be resurrected on the spot with full health, and he was also given a shot of chicken blood. He flapped his wings vigorously, and started flying again crazily, even rushing to the front.

Another series of fire snakes whizzed past the flank of No. 211, and the wingman No. 212 followed suit and opened fire.

The injured mutant at the front could no longer withstand the repeated heavy injuries. Even its wings were broken by cannon bullets, and its wing membranes were in tatters. It immediately fell to the ground with a wailing sound.

"Be careful, those monsters won't die that easily."

The voice of the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" rang in Chen Fei's ears.

The mutants that have evolved from barbarism are often surprisingly tenacious. If you want to be safer, it is best to take another shot.

"Save ammo!"

Chen Fei was diligently calculating the ammunition reserves of Unit 211.

The rocket nest was empty, leaving only four fighting bombs, a 500-pound bomb and more than 200 rounds of machine gun bullets. Sometimes the number of machine gun bullets may not be accurate.

One fighting bomb corresponds to one mutant, which is more than enough, but in actual combat, this is thinking about Taozi!

Theoretical data usually looks good, but the reality is very cruel. One out of two is a blood profit, one out of four is the norm, one out of one? Is the target a graduate of the tricycle academy (fighters also have three wheels)?

Therefore, Chen Fei had to plan carefully before secretly encouraging the big bear to have the most intimate contact with those mutants.

"Little Pepper, you are saying that the 'rookie' is being unreasonable. He insists that I have a head-on collision with those mutants. Fighters are not tanks. If we just touch them casually, wouldn't they fall apart?"

Chekhov's Big Bear complained while dodging the attacks of two mutant flying species. Unit 211 continued to roll in the sky, but remained at an altitude of one thousand meters.

Although turboprops are very advantageous at low altitudes, it also depends on who they are competing with.

Of course it has an advantage compared with jets, but compared with mutant flying species like the False Dragon FA-143, it is impossible to take advantage.

The reason why the combat altitude is maintained at about one thousand meters is because the higher you go, the thinner the air. The lack of oxygen will limit the physical strength of these mutant creatures. Even if they have machine guns and missiles, they will not be willing to face a vigorous opponent. , maintaining small means to weaken the opponent in every aspect is the most appropriate tactic.

Unexpectedly, "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius said nonchalantly: "Then let's hit it!"

Tempone Schneider, the fire controller in the back seat, looked horrified. Vice Squadron Leader, are you finally no longer able to tolerate that big bear?

The captain of the Big Bear Squadron said aggrievedly: "You will die!"

He suddenly noticed that a thick line of smoke suddenly shot out from under the wings of Labor's fighter, and there was nothing in front of it.

"Hey, 'rookie', where are you shooting!"

Before he finished speaking, boom! ~

The missile that Chekov thought would miss hit the False Dragon FA-143 that another team was fighting with, and exploded into a ball of fire.

What the hell, actually grabbing a monster... Chekov looked resentful, what a piece of shit luck.

Behind him, in the back seat of the cockpit, the light curtain in front of Chen Fei turned on his God's perspective, and he was looking down from a higher altitude at the "True Fragrance" combat squadron that was chasing and fighting with the mutants.

Not long after the close combat between the two sides began, the mutant flying species no longer had a numerical advantage.

The remaining False Dragon FA-143 had no intention of escaping, but instead launched an even more ferocious counterattack against the "True Fragrance" squadron.

"The trapped beast still fights!"

Tempone Schneider, who had just experienced a few actual battles, only had this word left in his mind.

Chekov did not forget to cheer up his comrades, which was one of his duties as a squadron leader.

"Work harder! Kill them and go back to drink early. Oh, I'll go!"

A pseudo-flying dragon FA-143 that was fighting with No. 215 and No. 216 suddenly turned and pounced on Chekhov's Big Bear No. 211. The cockpit of No. 211 suddenly darkened, and its sharp claws grabbed at the No. 211 plane. Cockpit cover.

The "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius on the wingman noticed this scene immediately.

"careful!"

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