This Game Is Too Realistic

Night sky.

The flames of the machine guns continued to roar.

Although more than half of the casualties have been lost and the battle on the ground has ended, the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Squadron has no intention of retreating.

Gritting his teeth and staring at the remaining five Mosquitoes, Akante's eyes flashed with flames of hatred, and he pressed the cannon and let out a roar.

"go to hell!!"

The task is no longer important.

There is only one thing I want to do at this moment, and that is to send the pilot on the opposite side to hell!

I want to avenge my dead comrades!

The locked aircraft was rolling and maneuvering in the air, and the orange tracer was almost grazing the cabin cover.

Looking at the enemy plane pulling up and turning, Arcant let out a tut, raised the control stick hard, pulled up the nose of the plane and chased after it.

I'm a cunning mosquito!

His index finger pressed on the intercom on his shoulder, and Akante shouted in a deep voice.

"I'll leave that shark-headed plane to you, and you can take care of the rest!"

The communication channel asked for an answer.

"receive!"

Coincidentally, the guy bitten was actually called a mosquito.

Mosquito, who was sitting in the cabin, cursed and quickly looked back at the "Eagle" that was chasing behind him. The same person who was pulling up suddenly hit the left rudder, turning it 180 degrees on the z-axis. Roll.

The huge gravitational acceleration tore every cell in the body, making the originally dark night sky even more black.

But everything for me was just a short moment.

After successfully completing a nearly 180-degree turn in the air, it passed tangent to the plane that was pursuing it diagonally behind!

And it never disintegrated!

"...Damn it, give me a chance!"

Looking at the silhouettes passing by outside the cabin, the mosquitoes breathed a sigh of relief and calmed their racing hearts, seizing my hard-won opportunity and preparing to bite back.

My dick is two brushes!

but--

You are not just dawdling here.

"There are 36 rounds left in the reserve... I only have one chance!"

Quickly glancing at the updated tasks on the v screen, Mosquito

Zi stretched out his index finger to close the window, then turned on the airborne radio and shouted.

"Attention, all teammates! Your mission has been completed! The headquarters has asked you to choose an opportunity to return based on the situation, but we annoying mosquitoes - bah, we flies obviously don't intend to let us leave!"

Zai grinned and clenched the joystick with both hands.

"What a coincidence, I happen to be not the kind of coward who runs away with his tail between his legs!"

"Follow you——"

"Destroy us!"

A messy reply came through the communication channel.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Come on!"

"Follow us and fight!!!"

The tactical strategy changed from procrastination to "one for one". The alliance's aircraft offensive suddenly became aggressive.

Akante felt a little bit in trouble, but he was also a little lucky in his heart.

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

However, just as I was there, the voice of the ground command suddenly came through the communication channel.

"...The Heart of Steel is moving due north. Your mission has ended. Return to the frontline airport immediately before entering the range of the Heart of Steel!"

Heart of Steel? !

Akante was shocked.

Zai, who had participated in the Battle of the City of Plenty, knew that guy's anti-air capabilities better than anyone else. The firepower net produced by a salvo could even form an airtight curtain wall in the air.

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

"??...Attention all units, the Heart of Steel is being transferred and deployed. You have the last five minutes to return and return immediately after five minutes!"

Almost as soon as Zai's voice finished, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the clouds in the distance.

A three-engine transport plane suddenly broke into the battlefield.

At first Arcante thought he was mistaken.

After all, when fighter jets fight, how dare a transport plane join in the fun?

But soon I found out that I was wrong.

The aircraft he wanted was the Alliance's H-1 "Dragonfly", and like its aircraft in the Alliance, it had some gaudy and strange graphics printed on its fuselage.

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

Ordered in the communication channel.

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

Since it is a non-combatant force.

Maybe it can be captured and taken back.

Following Arcant's order, the two "Eagles" immediately left the battlefield and moved towards the weird transport plane.

Seeing the plane as well, a look of surprise appeared on Mosquito's face.

what's the situation?

Hasn't the transport formation already returned? Why did it come back again?

It would be fine if they wanted a gunship, but what they wanted was a regular model that could carry weapons when not in use.

Mosquito subconsciously glanced at the V tied to his right leg. There was no new mission, not to mention the information about our aircraft.

Because my transport plane suddenly broke into the battlefield, both sides of the exchange of fire invariably fell into a brief hesitation.

Arcante waited for his teammate's answer.

Suddenly, a voice came over the communication channel asking for "Manticore-1".

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

Akante was slightly startled and asked immediately.

"What did you see?"

After a brief pause, a message from his teammates came through the communication channel.

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

"No one?!" Arcante was stunned.

Could it be a drone? !

The alliance is a drone, but this is the first time I have seen this type of drone.

The pilot continued reporting.

"Yes...the main and co-pilot seats are empty. There seems to be something growing on the rudder. You and I can't see clearly. We need to get closer."

Akante said alertly.

"be careful."

"receive!"

Two "Eagles" flew on the left and right sides of the "Dragonfly" transport aircraft.

One of the Eagle fighter jets, codenamed "Manticore-1", approached the nose of the "Dragonfly", and its wingtips even touched the cockpit.

Switching the airborne radio to a similar band, the pilot shouted towards my Dragonfly.

"I am the First Flight Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom. You have been hijacked by you. Please follow your guidance and fly."

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

There was a roar of electricity in the communication channel, and there was no response.

The pilot frowned.

The pitch-black cabin cover always made Zai feel a little uneasy.

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

The moment he saw the situation inside, he was stunned.

Traces of scarlet filled the entire cab.

Not just the rudder——

The entire console was filled with an unknown block.

"Damn..." Zai couldn't help but cursed.

What am I? !

Growing up in Oasis No. 2, Zai had never seen a mutant slime mold, and only felt a hint of instinctive fear from the ferocious scarlet color.

I subconsciously tilted the rudder to the left, trying to stay away from this disgusting guy like me, but just when I had a change, something suddenly happened.

The cabin glass exploded into countless pieces in an instant, and two whip-like tentacles shot out like cannonballs, slamming towards Zai and another teammate's cockpit.

"ah--!"

The severe pain made Zai let out a cry of pain.

Looking in horror at the scarlet tentacles that penetrated his chest, and watching countless tiny lines burrowing into his wounds and blood vessels like countless earthworms...

The body has lost control.

An electric numbness gripped every cell in his body.

And just when I was there, a long murmur like a siren came from the communication channel, poured into Zai's ears, and soaked into Zai's soul.

"Uh-huh-"

The tentacles connecting the cabins were cut off by the roaring airflow.

The "Eagle" attached next to the "Dragonfly" deflected the fuselage, like a baby that had its umbilical cord cut and separated from its mother's body.

And the whisper that echoed in the communication channel continued, like the whisper of a devil.

Amid those murmurs, the pilot, who was sitting blankly in the driver's seat, gradually lost his eyesight and drooped his head. No matter how much the captain shouted, he was still unconscious.

"...Zizzi..."

"...Gelada-1, what's going on over there! You saw a hole in your hatch! Report your situation immediately!"

"...Zizzi..."

The anomaly lasted for nearly half a minute.

Chaotic sounds continued to fill my ears.

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

Looking straight at the night sky due north.

The whispering in his ears gradually became clearer.

‘Go and help—’

'That's your father. ’

Father?

'Yes, it's dangerous. ’

Danger……

The scarlet pupils were stained with bloodlust, and the dry lips opened and closed, responding to the murmuring in a concise and concise manner.

"yes……"

The sudden change stunned everyone at the time.

Neither the Alliance nor the Falcon pilots.

Staring at the two Eagles that suddenly lost control in the distance, Arcant shouted loudly at the radio.

"Gelada-1! Gelada-2! Please answer when you hear it! If you are still alive, please answer when you hear it--fuck! Damn it!"

He hung up the communication harshly, the anger burning in Zai's eyes became even more intense.

Two more—

I don't know what despicable means the alliance used, but I just saw something hitting the two planes.

Maybe the driver pulled out an automatic rifle or something.

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

That guy refused our well-meaning persuasion to surrender!

There is only one thing Arcante wants to do at this moment, and that is revenge!

"Shoot it down! Shoot down that transport plane for you!"

An equally angry reply came through the communication channel.

"yes!"

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

"Go to hell!"

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

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

The "Eagle" slowed down, preparing to give its right engine a lift.

However, just as I was there, something happened again.

The previously out-of-control "Manticore-2" suddenly pulled up its nose and made a gesture in the air.

Unbelievably, it rolled 180 degrees and pointed the nose of the aircraft at the stunned teammates.

It’s too late to speed up again——

A moment of hesitation made it impossible to press the fire button.

However, the "teammates" who were here did not hesitate at all.

Almost at the moment when the noses of the planes met, thick and long tongues of flame spurted out from the front of the propeller.

"leaf--!"

Amidst the roar of the cannon, the "Eagle" chasing the "Dragonfly" was instantly blown off its propeller, cockpit and fuel tank, and in a moment it turned into a burning fireball in the air.

Not even a chance to skydive...

Arcant stared at the flames in stunned silence, and then at the "Manticore-2" that suddenly opened fire on friendly forces.

Incomprehensible.

In the end what happened.

The mosquito bitten by the mosquito chasing after the butt was also shocked, and stared dumbfounded at the "little fly" that suddenly turned its gun and hit the friendly troops.

What surprised Zai wasn't that guy's sudden rebellion.

But the 180-degree sharp turn just now -

"Holy shit! Immelman's maneuver?!"

The two "Eagles" parted ways, one galloping towards the north, and the other heading straight towards the chaotic battlefield.

Just when Mosquito was stunned, a call for his teammates came from the communication channel.

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

Mosquito said quickly.

"Don't do it yet! The enemy of your enemy is your friend!"

Guigui: "Well, I'm firing at you to read!!!"

Mosquito was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and shouted with an idea.

"You sacrifice yourself and rush into the enemy fleet!"

Guigui: "???"

Although he was surprised that the commander of the regiment was not a good person, the little player named Gui Gui still subconsciously turned the rudder. While doing roller maneuvers to avoid the incoming cannons, he rushed into the hinterland of the enemy aircraft group and got close to the clouds. Got in instantly.

That "Eagle" that attacks without distinguishing between the enemy and you has caused great trouble to the Falcon Kingdom's flight formation.

Since the sky was pitch black, it was impossible to see the serial number. It was difficult to identify our aircraft, which had almost the same shape and paint as ours.

Especially when three or more "Eagle"s bite each other, sometimes it is impossible to tell which one is the traitor.

Unless we distance ourselves and regroup...

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

Nowadays, everyone looks like a teenager.

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

"Consider you lucky..."

I squeezed out a sentence through my teeth, then reached out and pressed the intercom hanging on my shoulder.

"retreat!"

After dropping two smoking planes again, the Falcon Kingdom's flight formation began to return towards the frontline airport. As for the "out of control" Eagle, they did not choose to pursue it, but towards the transport plane that was sliding to the ground. Chased him.

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

My battle loss ratio is too touching.

Panting heavily, Guigui asked in the communication channel.

"Boss...do you want to chase me?"

Mosquito pulled the trigger on the joystick, and there was no movement except for the clicking friction. The only bullets left in the magazine had been empty in the previous dog fight.

The outcome can only be left to next time.

"You are lucky..."

As long as I put a pistol in the cockpit, I won't let the guy escape.

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

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

"go home!"

The muzzle velocity of my new cannon still suffers a bit.

I'll change it when I get back.

"Ouch!!" Guigui, who was slumped in his seat, unbuttoned his pilot's hat for fear of embarrassment to the corps commander, and weakly cooperated.

no way.

Everyone died.

There are only two people left in the entire team. If she doesn't speak, no one will speak...

…

The winner on the ground and in the sky has been decided, but the battle between "Ling Yun" and "Saber" is not over yet.

The tail flames of the engines flickered in and out of the air, like meteors twining in parallel, and each intersection of flashes produced deadly tracers.

two jets you

You are required to fight for the fleeting shooting window on the ground, using the most "primitive" fighting in the relative displacement of nearly two kilometers per second.

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

Looking at the "flame" chasing after him, Luo Yu gritted his teeth and glanced at the fuel level indicator that had already fallen below the warning line.

We fought all the way from the north of Oasis No. 3 to the Golden Lizard Kingdom - the southernmost part of Oasis No. 8. Our position was not only beyond the communication range, but even beyond the combat radius.

However, the issue under consideration at this moment is no longer whether we can return home smoothly.

As long as the only "Sabre" deployed in Luoxia Province can be eliminated, the alliance will hope to completely gain air supremacy in Luoxia Province!

Although the chance is slim, it is not impossible.

Cutting to the rear hemisphere of the enemy aircraft, Luo Yu calmly pressed the fire button as he watched the enemy aircraft quickly approach the sight mark.

The cannon spit out tongues of fire.

Following a slight tremor, a string of flashing tracers rushed towards the "Saber".

He was about to turn the plane into a piece of scrap metal, but he missed it just a little bit and was dodged sideways.

"Blank!"

Cursing in a low voice, Luo Yu's brows twitched fiercely, and he turned the rudder and turned the nose of the aircraft, looking for the next shooting window.

However, the "Saber" seemed to have a premonition of what it was going to do. It relied on its high maneuverability to flexibly cut into Zai's rear hemisphere, and fired a series of cannon fire in response to the round of strafing just now.

He almost instinctively made an evasive maneuver. Looking at the tracers passing by, Luo Yu felt a 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, I am not very good at dog fighting at extreme distances.

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. Dog fights at supersonic speeds are "almost unlikely" to happen. After all, the speed of machine gun discharge is generally only 28~Mach 5, if you keep it farther away, the bullet might not reach the plane.

Except in the most extreme circumstances.

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 and other reasons. High-precision weapons cannot be stably supplied, and guidance is not as good as large quantities and sufficient control...

At that point, let alone a supersonic fighter, the infantry might even have to fight with bayonets.

Therefore, machine gun shooting at air targets only accounts for a small part of the training subjects at that time, and it is just to deal with the most extreme situations.

If it weren't for "Wasteland OL", I really wouldn't have practiced my stuff in particular.

Luo Yu could clearly feel that the opponent's tactical experience and flying

Although his technical skills are not very outstanding, he is extremely proficient in the operation of machine guns.

not only that.

That person is probably an awakened person like himself, and the direction of strengthening is probably the reflex nerves and visual nerves, and his "level" is probably not lower than himself!

If you want to win my battle, you must use every bullet and even every liter of fuel carefully...

After calming down the restless blood in his veins, Luo Yu re-conceived his battle ideas in his mind.

The scissor maneuver has been learned by the opponent.

But my grandson probably hasn’t seen Shi Yi Zhao yet...

He took a deep breath, glanced at the "Saber" clenched on the left rear, and placed his right hand on the throttle.

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

Falcon?

Luo Yu's expression changed slightly.

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

Even if you can't hit Zai, you can still sweep the shuttle to seal Zai's position and interfere with Zai's flight path. And in our kind of evenly matched duel, any mistake would be fatal to the opponent.

The mobility that is supposed to be there is at a disadvantage...

At the same time, he also caught a glimpse of the little fly, and a smile of surprise appeared on Yukar's tense face.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Even if I'm helping a dog, I still have a sharp eye and know how to help myself by sharing a plane. Although it is a bit redundant to say it to myself, I am still quite satisfied with my filial piety.

"Give me a shuttle! Hit the right wing! 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 always aim its nose at the "Ling Yun", but at the "Saber" that was biting the rear hemisphere of the "Ling Yun"!

"scare--!"

Thick and long

With tongues of flame spraying out, the twin 20-mm cannons weaved a large net in the air with tracers, and smashed into the "Sabre" head-on.

Everything happened in an instant.

It was so unexpected.

"Fuck! Do you have eyes?!"

Shocked and angry in his heart, Yukar cursed angrily, barely dodging the bullets fired at him, and completely losing the shooting window that he had already obtained.

Relative speed of nearly Mach 7.

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

Until now, I am still imagining that the Falcon might have misjudged the target after dark, and when I got back to the airport, I was given two big ear scrapers for something that didn’t have eyes.

Unfortunately, the falcon didn't pick the wrong target. It flew all the way just to send Zai away.

The shuttle didn't even listen and bit into Zai's ass.

"Damn it! Cease fire! I'm an ally!"

Jukar roared on the airborne radio, trying to wake up the other side.

However, what he didn't know was that the Falcon's cockpit was covered with slime mold, and the pilot who was fixed in the seat had turned into a puppet at his mercy.

Not far away, the avant-garde jet aircraft had completed a 180-degree roll during its vertical climb.

Yukar's pupils suddenly shrank.

The moment his eyes met the cockpit, Zai's heart seemed to stop beating.

"……Grass."

Almost as soon as the words came to his mouth, hot metal shrapnel opened the cockpit.

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

He took off the respirator hanging from his mouth and hung it on the seat behind him.

There is no room for a single mistake in a well-matched confrontation.

Let alone twice.

Falling from the sky with black smoke, the "Sabre" was like a lighter, sparking brilliant flames in the night sky behind it.

"Immermann Maneuver...you only teach it once, I hope you see it clearly."

But even if I see it clearly, I will probably never have the chance to learn it in my life.

After "single-brushing" our awesome boss, Luo Yu's lips unconsciously turned up into a smile. Although I don't know that

Why would flying a "Falcon" help him? But if he wins, he wins.

It doesn't matter even if the Falcon comes back to its senses and wants to repair itself, I can even generously give my "credit" to that unknown friend.

There is only one sword in the legion.

But Ling Yun of the Alliance will be able to get another fight next month.

The flames spewed out from the engine were shaking, 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. The final sharp turn consumed the remaining fuel, and not a drop of the fuel tank was left.

I was thinking of just falling down with the plane and dying early.

But thinking about the bug that stuck the resurrection CD last time, I shuddered subconsciously, and still reached for the pull ring next to the seat with my right hand.

There was a bang, and the steel bars on both sides of the seat broke, and they were ejected from the open hatch driven by gunpowder.

Last time, Mosquito told Zai confidently that he was installing an ejection seat for Lingyun, but Zai thought he was joking.

I didn’t expect that I actually came up with it...

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 almost rotten pilot sat with his head hanging down in the middle of the cockpit covered with slime mold, and his hands were stuck to the control stick by the mold.

The rot seems to be getting worse.

The weak breath of life is like a candle swaying in the wind.

However, at this moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction from the depths of my spirit - as if my soul had been sublimated.

My short life has not been wasted.

After successfully completing the mission of Mother.

The last whisper of "Err" came from the earphones crooked around his neck. It was a whisper that only Shizai could understand.

'You did very well. ’

‘Go to sleep. ’

'your child. ’