split sky ride

Chapter 13 - Ferocious
Chen Fei really wanted to use his own technical manual to smash this crazy bear into a paralyzed hemiplegia.

But thinking about who will fly the plane next will be a big problem if they smash the other party.

What's more, he still owed a lot of debts, and had to sign a contract with a toolman, not to mention the plane, he couldn't even pay for the wheels of the plane.

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

A "Big Mouth Monster" came over, occupied the wingman position on the left side, and maintained an accompanying posture. The short-haired girl in the front seat and the pilot in the back seat in the cockpit stared dumbfounded at the newly stabilized aircraft No. 211. Something obviously looks wrong inside the canopy.

There seems to be a different person in the back seat of the 211 plane, not the gay "lemongrass" Bassong who talks gay.

"It's at an altitude of 7500 meters and the weather is fine. I am the squadron leader 'Peanut Butter'. Now I have good news and bad news. Let me talk about the bad news first. My partner 'Lemongrass' died. The good news is that I found another We have a new fire controller, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your new teammate, codenamed 'Rookie', please applaud!"

The squadron leader of the Bear Major was still unreliable, and he started having sex in the cockpit on his own, without feeling ashamed at all.

There are really smelly and shameless ones!

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

The squadron leader, Major Chekov, can be indifferent, but she can't, otherwise the "True Fragrance" squadron will really be messed up.

Obviously, Chen Fei, the newcomer, is the real thing, a real rookie who is just like a fake, and this code name is worthy of the name.

"I'm 'Nutmeg' Salaman Francis, welcome."

The short-haired girl "Devil Pepper"'s fire control hand "Nutmeg" followed closely. This is not the time to confront the squadron leader.

"Rookie...Okay! You are welcome to join, poor Bassong."

"I'm 'Vanilla' Carlos Sliva Lane, and my partner 'Oyster Sauce' Dalatu, rookie, good luck."

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

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Members of the "True Fragrance" squadron expressed their welcome to this newcomer.

Hearing that these pilots' ancient code names not only include peanut butter, but also condiments such as devil's pepper, nutmeg, oyster sauce, tarragon, miso, and braised sauce, a rookie suddenly appeared.

When Chen Fei thought about it carefully, he suddenly panicked. You guys are just waiting to cook me, a rookie, right?
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"Chekov, when you come back, I will dismiss you!!!"

Maurice Morgan, the executive manager of the 911 air base, roared angrily over the comm channel.

When they received the messy movement inside aircraft No. 211 and the flight attitude fed back from the data link, everyone in the second backup command room in the underground air defense facility looked at each other in blank dismay.

Right now in the middle of a battle, it’s not a time for joking, why don’t you drag a rookie who has just reported for 24 hours to act as a temporary fire controller, and let yourself go like this, even if you don’t take your own life seriously, you still have to think about it Someone else?

"Hahaha, Morris, then you have to wait for me to come back alive, all the 'True Fragrance' squadron, target the golden dragon, the two-machine team according to the number, three-stage strike, start action!"

Chekov Leonidevich Ivanov didn't care at all, turned his face, raised his left hand and patted the back of his seat, and said, "Rookie, use your onboard computer to start programming now, Activate the two short-range combat bullets and the 'Dragon Killing Bullet', don't light one side, pay attention to the symmetry of the left and right wings, and then listen to my command!"

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

He didn't notice at all that the control of the "big mouth monster" was taken over by the big bear again, and he thought it was his own control, just like playing a computer game, the computer and the mouse have the same control.

"No. 212 is in place, 11 kilometers away from the target, at a height of 2000 meters, and the attack is expected to start in one minute."

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

"Number 213 is in place!"

The lead pilot of the second team is Carlos Sliva Lane, code-named "Vanilla", and the chef in the cafeteria who can cook high-end dishes is a fellow.

"Number 214 is in place!"

"Number 215 is in place!"

"Number 216 is in place!"

"The radar team has locked on the target, and the data link has been checked."

The six A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft were divided into three two-aircraft formations, separated by about 1000 meters from each other, and began to dive into the airspace where you come and go, and the battle is stalemate.

"Attention everyone, the 'True Fragrance' squadron is going to make a big move, and the 'Rookie' will first send a fighting bomb to say hello to that big guy, fox1, be careful to avoid it!"

The big bear whined and pushed the joystick forward.

A gigantic figure appeared in the front sight of the HUD. The extremely flamboyant sharp blade wings kept flapping, and dazzling fires flickered between the blades. Wing vortices appeared from the edge of the dragon wings from time to time, as if flying through the clouds.

With every flutter of the blade wing, one or several dragon thorns will be shot out from time to time. The dragon thorns with a range comparable to heavy artillery are undoubtedly fatal to the threat to fighter jets. Even ejection will become a luxury.

"'Zhenxiang' squadron, you have to be careful, this guy has killed five of our brothers!"

"We must kill it this time!"

"I'm the 'Coyote' from Aircrew Base 909, and I still have a 'Dragon Killer' left, if you need it."

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

Fighting so far, the role that those pilots can play is limited to dragging this crazy golden dragon, and responding to the arrival of other reinforcements, the ammunition they carry is already running out.

"Roar!~"

From the forehead of the dragon's head, a dazzling green light beam suddenly shot out fiercely, cutting straight through the sky.

A propeller fighter jet with a shape different from that of the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" was accidentally swept across the wingtip by the light beam, and a large piece was immediately separated, and the small fragments were separated and scattered, and fire and smoke burst out.

The propeller fighter whose aerodynamic balance has been destroyed gradually loses control. Under the control of the pilot with all his strength, he slopes towards the ground, preparing to make an forced landing at a selected location, and may even need to be ejected.

However, the golden dragon did not intend to let it go. Flames erupted from behind the blade wings, and its speed suddenly increased a lot. It caught up in the blink of an eye, opened its fangs and opened its mouth one by one... Countless fragments fell to the ground one after another. go.

Extremely brutal!

"Garbage, garbage, all garbage! Go to hell, go to hell!"

The angry roar of the giant dragon can be heard clearly for several miles, even through the cockpit cover. Most of the current aircraft are made of non-metallic composite materials. Of course, the gold-type dragons that eat metal will be dissatisfied. It's like meatloaf mixed with gravel, it's hard to swallow.

The most perfect biological combat weapon in the world is indeed the Slaughter Dragon.

Chekov Leonidevich Ivanov secretly admired in his heart. As an enemy target, praise is nothing but praise, but he will never be merciless.

Several fighter jets that were besieging the golden dragon scattered in all directions. fox is the NATO American standard code for preparing to launch missiles. fox1 represents the guidance mode of general-purpose programmable combat missiles, adjusted to airborne radar guidance and data link assistance Guidance, the radar signal feedback of the golden dragon is extremely strong, as dazzling as a soaring beam of light in the dark night, but it does not mean that other fighters do not have radar feedback. I hurt myself.

"Di!"

The airborne radar locked on the target, and the body shook slightly. A white missile under the left wing broke away from the mount point. After sinking three or four meters, a blazing flame suddenly spewed out from its tail, whizzing out with white smoke.

The gold-type giant dragon that had just torn a propeller fighter jet to pieces just happened to look up, and was being shot in the face by a sudden missile.

The two missiles are in no particular order, Double-Blows!

In the next second, two missiles roared past the No. 211 fuselage, 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 engulfed the huge dragon body directly.

Crazy Six-Hit-Combos!

As soon as the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron came out, they played a perfect three-stage strike tactic.

Fighting tanks does not require such a crazy focus of fire, but the six "big mouth monsters" of the "Zhenxiang" squadron completely treat the gold dragon as a battleship, and they are still supersonic battleships that can fly.

Among the things flying in the sky, except for meteors, there is no guy as thick as a dragon. The existence of this thing is not scientific at all.

"'Dragon Bullet' get ready, hold on, the others leave!"

Chekov's squadron leader gave a loud roar.

When conducting offensive operations, they rarely get second chances.

Thin-skinned flying machines are never made, and when it comes time to fight a bayonet in a catch-and-play fight, the winner is often determined within one or two strokes, and life and death are decided.

"'Dragon Killing Bullet', launch!"

The short-haired girl's voice sounded in Chen Fei's ears, and she couldn't wait to shoot first.

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

The guidance signal of the land-based radar locked on to the golden dragon in the distance.

No escape!
Slay-The-Dragon!
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