Silicon Invasion

A091's massive body was far more agile than imagined. Facing the crossfire from two M-7s, its wings flashed, enveloped in arcs of electricity. Then, it folded its wings to protect its body, morphing its entire form into a sharp cone, rotating as it charged forward.

This was the Electric Light Drill Dragon, incarnate.

The sudden acceleration caused almost all autocannon shells to miss. Even the few that hit A091 were deflected by its tough wings; their impact was hardly stronger than missile shrapnel.

The two fighter jets were much faster. After firing a round of autocannons, they roared past over A091's head.

Although it had never encountered such a fast opponent, years of skirmishes in Maikando had endowed A091 with rich combat experience.

Therefore, when the fighter jets flew past, it immediately realized its moment to counterattack had arrived.

Attacking from behind was its favorite thing to do.

A beam of green light erupted from its mouth. To save time, it didn't even spend more time gathering energy; thus, this attack was almost instantaneous.

Unfortunately, the opening and closing of its several-meter-long beak was too obvious. The pilot took evasive maneuvers as soon as it made a move.

The green beam grazed the tail of one M-7 by a hair's breadth. Although it didn't hit, it still scared the pilot into a cold sweat.

"It seems A091 can freely control the output power of its weapons to control energy gathering time," the ground expert team immediately summarized.

"That's troublesome; it will increase the pilot's dodging difficulty."

"Indeed, mainly because this beam is too fast."

"We can only have them pay attention themselves and remind each other."

Although the ground radar system could observe energy accumulation, if the opponent didn't accumulate or only accumulated a small amount, the radar's feedback would be delayed. It wouldn't do for the pilots to rely solely on their warnings.

"Rest assured, they are all experienced warriors and will pay attention."

"Still, be careful. Don't forget the attacks A091 launched from under its wings earlier. They are more concealed, and we don't know where else that weapon is hidden."

"Indeed, they aren't as obvious as its beak, making them hard to guard against."

"Then, the main mission now is to encircle and drive it away from the city. No need to get so close."

"Agreed!"

A091 discovered the enemies' weakness. Although they were very fast, their wings seemed unable to flap freely. Not only did turning around require a large circle, but even their attacks were straightforward, lacking variability.

Moreover, their weapons weren't as powerful as imagined. As long as it prepared in advance, it could minimize the damage.

With this in mind, A091 had a plan. It thought that when those two little things came again, it would definitely give them a hard time.

But after waiting for a long time, it realized it had miscalculated.

Those two little things seemed to know what it was thinking. After one big turn, then another, they just circled around it in the distance, without launching an attack.

A091 felt its intelligence being mocked, which was unbearable for it, as it considered itself a genius. With an angry roar, it charged towards one M-7.

Unfortunately, this time, not only was its intelligence mocked, but even its speed was outmatched. After chasing for a long time, A091 didn't even catch the M-7's exhaust fumes. Angrily, it once again fired a green beam, but still achieved nothing.

"The weapons inside its wings have a limited attack range. Only those fired from its mouth can conduct ultra-long-range strikes," one expert discerned.

"Correct, those are probably more defensive in nature."

"Maintain the current tactics, stall it, and wait for support."

"MZ-25 is almost here, and I've also dispatched thirteen various types of fighter jets from nearby airfields. By then, it will have no way to escape."

"I'm somewhat impatient. It will surely allow us to understand Maikando better."

"How is BD1891 doing?"

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Minutes ago, after A091 stopped chasing, everyone was filled with hope. The captain forced himself to stay alert. As the plane continued to descend, the fierce hurricane still made it hard for the people in the cockpit to open their eyes, but at least it wasn't as cold.

Moreover, the increased oxygen concentration made it easier for them to breathe. Their brains were being resupplied, their body temperatures were rising, and their conditions were getting better and better.

"We can't make it to the airport 50 kilometers away; we must make an emergency landing!"

The captain roared. Originally, he thought that since there was no longer a silicon-based beast threat, they didn't need to take risks. It would be better to find an airport and land safely.

But although their condition was getting better and better, the plane's condition was getting worse and worse. The main body of the engine on the left wing was long gone, and who knew where it had fallen. It hadn't caused any danger, but these weren't things they should be worrying about now.

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One of the four engines was gone, but the wing seemed able to hold. Apart from the cockpit, if the plane only had this one injury, persisting for fifty kilometers shouldn't be a problem.

But the problem was that, earlier, A091 had used its beak to open several holes in the rear half of the plane in order to escape. Under the dual effects of internal cargo collisions and hurricane tearing, two of these holes had expanded to connect together. A large piece of external metal skin had been torn open, and even the internal bone armor could be seen.

This had already caused structural damage. Continuing to fly would mean that the tail section could disintegrate and fall off at any time.

Although a forced landing was also very dangerous, it was better than the plane disintegrating in the air.

The ground command center quickly learned of the captain's decision and quickly reported it. The reply received was only four words.

"Full cooperation!"

The country's highway network was very developed. Many highways were built with consideration for wartime aircraft takeoffs and landings, so finding a section of highway for BD1891 to make a forced landing wasn't very difficult.

"Captain, XXX, XXX location, the ground command center has prepared a runway for us."

The co-pilot immediately shouted upon receiving the reply. The captain nodded slightly and quickly raised his head to press a few buttons. His arms, which had just warmed up, were unbearably sore, but the middle-aged uncle didn't even grunt.

On the ground, the traffic police department set up a cordon. Traffic police officers on motorcycles directed vehicles to pass in an orderly and rapid manner, clearing a section of road.

"Here it comes!"

A ground commander put down his binoculars and looked at the roaring plane emitting thick smoke, his eyes full of worry.

Outside the cordon in front of him, people who came to watch the excitement were crowded together. Many people had guessed what had happened, after all, everything had become obvious by now.

"Sir, should we confiscate their recording equipment?" an adjutant asked cautiously.

The commander was silent for three seconds, then looked up at the distance and shook his head: "Forget it, this matter can't be concealed."

Indeed, those crowded in the front were all watching the excitement. The truly experienced journalists were hiding far away, either setting up equipment on the hillside or recording through the car windows.

The plane had flown for dozens of kilometers, and the sky had no obstructions. What should have been revealed had already gone out, and there was no need to keep it secret anymore.