This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time as the players in the alliance were getting ready for battle, the Third Air Battalion of the Southern Army was also getting ready for all battles.

A hundred dagger fighter jets formed an attack formation in the air, and rushed towards the attacking fleet with murderous intent, just like a pack of wolves hunting sheep.

For these fighter jets from Borneo, the Willant people obviously didn't pay much attention to them.

Even if the training cost of a propeller plane pilot is not as exaggerated as that of a jet plane, it still takes at least five or six months of training.

And this is the most basic.

If you want to ensure sufficient combat effectiveness, at least 10 months of training are required, and at least 400 hours of flight time are guaranteed.

With the combat talent of the Willant people, the training efficiency is about 1.5~2 times that of ordinary people, but it will take three months at the fastest to form effective combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, the Borneo Kingdom, which evolved from the Heavenly King Army, has not even been established for such a long time!

Even if they could purchase some civilized equipment from the alliance, they would not be able to find a few decent pilots.

It is precisely because of this.

Without the slightest hesitation, these one hundred daggers increased their speed to the maximum, and rushed towards the group of medals flying all over the sky, for fear of being robbed by the airship in the distance or the air defense unit on the ground. !

go to hell!!

Letting out a roar of courage, Milton, who was staring at the nearest enemy plane, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the two 10mm cannons under his seat sprayed thick and long tongues of flame.

Bang bang bang—!

The deafening roar shook the cabin with crisp sounds, and the thick and long rain of bullets was like a long spear stabbed out of his hand!

This will be a battle without any suspense!

It can't even be called a battle, but a completely one-sided massacre!

After all, the guy who was rushing towards him at this moment, maybe he was only halfway through the training session, and he couldn't even find the safety of the weapon anywhere, and he was probably yelling at his teammates why he couldn't shoot.

It's an exaggeration, but the meaning is pretty much the same.

The corner of Milton's mouth curled up into a mocking grin.

He seemed to have seen the flaming fireball falling to the ground, and from the corner of his eye, he even began to search for the next target favored by the god of death.

However, at this moment, a scene that left him dumbfounded happened.

I saw that the plane that was supposed to be torn into pieces suddenly turned sideways.

Seeing that the long string of tracers is about to tear it apart, it is like a dexterous bird, riding the rapid airflow and turning sideways, and using the lateral thrust generated by the air resistance to complete a long wheelbase Rolling in the shape of a drum, he passed the shuttle cannon lightly, and rushed straight at the speed without slowing down.

That flowing movement is like the sword flower flipping in the hands of a fencing champion.

And the murderous intent hidden in it has quietly revealed its edge.

Milton's eyes were stared straight, his two eyeballs wished to stare into ping pong balls, and cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

This guy is no rookie!

No--

It should be said that that guy can never be a pilot from Borneo Province!

The skillful flying skills and on-the-spot response with ease cannot be practiced in exercises.

Only by experiencing the edge of death countless times and breaking free from the chains of the god of death countless times can it be possible to hone the skills enough to play with the god of death between applause.

That guy is an absolute ace!

He's in trouble!

Oh shit!

Cursing secretly, Milton stepped on the rudder sharply with his right foot, pulled up the control, tried to bite the sight back on the flight path of the plane, and made another shot.

However, the other party did not give him this opportunity.

At the same time as the roll maneuver was completed, the rear-strike W-2 flung out a short but deadly cannon.

The 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb drew an arc of death in the air, like a top-to-bottom slash, sealing the direction of Milton's car.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

Damn—

There was no chance to dodge at all, and Milton could only watch desperately as the fleeting shooting window went away, and then inevitably hit the deadly machine gun.

boom--!

A cloud of hot smoke burst out from the flames of the explosion, and a dagger with a broken wing quickly spun and fell to the ground.

Get the first kill... go all the way.

Looking at the falling enemy plane, Feng Qing casually said goodbye, then skillfully pulled out the marker pen stuck in the trouser leg, and wrote the first stroke of the word 正 on the side of the cabin.

Well done.

But still a little too tender.

That guy was probably also in a hurry to get the first kill, since she fired from such a long distance, she didn't even need to activate the agility talent, she just dodged with a simple roller maneuver.

And that guy's next move is also very judgmental, and he will definitely find a way to remedy it if he fails with a single blow.

Just take advantage of the moment when the two machine guns bite towards him, and use the machine guns to block the trajectory of the enemy plane in advance.

Due to the enemy's underestimation, there is ample shooting window left for her.

At the same time, Guigui's voice came from the communication channel.

Oh oh oh! Beautifully done!

Haha, it's okay...

Feng Qing smiled shyly, replied humbly, and then skillfully locked on to the next target.

Since the establishment of the Goblin Corps, she has been flying the plane, not to mention the flight time has broken through thousands of hours, and the time until the resurrection is more than that.

Numerous death experiences have already made her proficient in flying skills.

It is no exaggeration to say that the plane she is flying is like a part of her body, and she can even feel the airflow blowing on the flaps.

Just at this moment, an exasperated voice came from the communication channel.

Damn! Stolen my first kill!

Guigui: Hahaha! The team leader has to work hard, don't be caught up by newcomers someday.

WC really has mosquitoes: Hehe! It's impossible.

Rookie No. 1: Hey, that's not good, come to compare?

WC really has mosquitoes: Compare with a hammer! You have not touched the plane as many times as I have dropped it! Do your own tasks well, don't just think about the head, throw the bomb for me and then talk about it!

Rookie No. 1: Hey! Dogs and mosquitoes discriminate against newcomers! I'll go to the forum to hang you!

WC really has mosquitoes: % # ￥ @!

Rookie No. 2: Aww! Long live the manager!

Rookie No. 3: Oh my god!!! This shit isn't more exciting than Zhan Lei!?

Guigui: Uh, is it because there are more people? I feel that the newcomers are getting more and more against the sky...

Can imagine the expression on his friend's forehead, Feng Qing didn't know what to say, so he could only smile.

Ahaha... But I think the head of the group really likes them.

The first ball of fire exploded in the dark cloudy sky.

A parachute floated out of the burning cabin and fell to the ground with the pride of the Third Air Force of the Confederate Army.

Looking at the comrades who were shot down at the first contact, each of the Willant pilots was dumbfounded.

No one thought that the first battle damage in this battle would actually appear on their side.

And what they didn't expect was that the speed of the opponent's shots was so clean and decisive.

...the pilot of the alliance. The captain of the aviation team's face darkened, and his pupils shrank with a fierce light.

No matter how slow he was, he could still react.

The people sitting on the planes with the Borneo flag in front of them are not survivors from the Borneo province at all!

But the people of the alliance!

The boiling flames were like a slap in the face, slapping every pilot in the Third Air Force on the face.

However, they are a race born to fight.

Instead of being frightened by the sudden casualties, they sat in the cockpit with a fighting spirit in their chests, and completely suppressed their arrogance and underestimation of the enemy.

Regarding the Alliance's participation in the war, everyone in the Southern Legion was well prepared, so they didn't drop their jaws in surprise.

At most, they didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so quick, and they made a serious move from the beginning, sending their own plane and pilot together.

But that's fine too.

Instead of always being on guard against the enemies hiding in the dark, it's better to have a good fight!

...If you want to kill me, I will fulfill you!!

The captain of the aviation team let out a roar, and bit the nearest W-2 plane with his flaming cannon.

The distance of one kilometer was fleeting, and the two sides soon fell into a hand-to-hand fight.

The roar of machine guns filled the entire battlefield, and the tracers flying all over the sky elongated in the air.

The burning ballistic is like a lance held in the hands of a cavalryman, coming and going under the low dark clouds.

Planes continued to fall from the sky.

Among them are the daggers belonging to the Legion, and the mosquito belonging to the alliance.

The combat effectiveness of these Weilante pilots is not weak, even much stronger than those servant pilots of the Falcon Kingdom.

The same is true for their aircraft, which are completely different from the export products used by the Falcon Kingdom Air Force that have been improved to simplify the production process!

Even if the same propeller motion is used, there is still a huge difference between the two, and neither the maneuverability nor the speed are on the same level at all.

After shooting down four planes in a row, Feng Qing also gradually felt a little bit of difficulty.

Her left wing was moderately damaged, the leading edge flap seemed to be broken, and there was not much remaining ammunition... and these were not the most deadly.

The deadliest thing was that the airship that turned around and returned to defense was getting closer and closer, and the anti-aircraft firepower on the ground also completed its firepower preparations one after another.

The enemy fleet is moving in an orderly manner to the north.

If they keep up, they will enter the airship's firepower net in at most 5 minutes. And if they don't stick up, they will soon be bitten by the anti-aircraft fire on the ground.

Looking at the several bullet holes that penetrated the cabin, Feng Qing took a deep breath, ready to reopen, and shouted into the communication channel.

...Regimental Commander! This distance is almost enough, let's start the second stage of combat!

Obviously, Brother Mosquito felt the same way.

After a brief electric rustle, a decisive voice came from the communication channel soon.

All units obey orders! This battle is entering the second phase! Remember your goals! Before crashing, be sure to give me the last round of ammunition!

See you on the forum!

Aww!!

After all, Brother Mosquito yelled first, then lowered the nose of the aircraft, which was protruding upwards, and rushed towards the train station diagonally below.

That impassioned roar ignited the blood in the hearts of all players, Feng Qing could only feel the blood in his veins burning, and she, who had always been quiet, also yelled.

The remaining 60 or so W-2 planes suddenly exploded into fireworks all over the sky, turned around and rushed to the ground, catching those daggers who were fighting with them and shifting the battlefield to the north by surprise.

The captain of the Third Air Force was startled, recalling the order from the headquarters, and shouted angrily towards the communication channel.

Stop them!

Without his order at all, the well-trained Willant pilots immediately ended the chasing game after realizing the intentions of these alliance pilots, turned around and chased after them.

However, it was too late!

Those planes that rushed to the ground desperately didn't seem to have any intention of pulling themselves up again. They turned on the buzzer and pushed the switch to the bottom as they swooped.

Woo—!

A piercing howl resounded through the air, like the horn of death.

They each found their target, and then emptied the last dozens of rounds of ammunition remaining in the cannon.

The rain of fire fell from the sky all over the sky, and the Willant soldiers guarding near the train station were startled, and they all looked for shelters to escape.

The same goes for the stevedores, who dropped the things in their hands when they heard the piercing sound, and fled towards the outside of the train station in desperation.

One of the planes crashed straight into a warehouse, and soon the warehouse was martyred. Dazzling flames shot out from the roof, and the crackling explosions were like setting off firecrackers.

These aircraft use fuel cells based on solid hydrogen. The thing that removes the safety measures is itself a bomb, and the energy density is so much higher than those lighters that explode when they are created in reality.

And this soaring flame is just the beginning!

In addition to those W-2 attack aircraft pouring cannons, there are also 100 kg aerial bombs hanging on the belly of some aircraft!

The metallic hydrogen is much more ruthless than pure solid hydrogen, not to mention that it is also mixed with some other formulas to enhance its power.

And these planes piloted by the goblin newcomers, one or two have clear goals, heading straight to the locomotives parked in the train station.

And those railroads to the north, and the bridges across the river!

Stopping the torrent of steel rushing north is unlikely.

However, they can use the method of attacking logistics to slow down the attack of the 170,000th team of the Legion and buy more preparation time for the Lunar resistance army in the north.

A plane with an aerial bomb on it rushed straight towards a train full of goods. It was not until the moment before the crash that the safety of the bomb was released, and it hit it together with the bomb.

The Willant pilot who was chasing after it was completely dumbfounded. Seeing the flames rushing towards his face, he could only grit his teeth and pull the nose up.

These guys are nuts!

The successive explosions lasted for five minutes, and every explosion made the Willant soldiers hiding around couldn't help but bleed.

Sixty planes burned themselves like fireworks, causing huge damage to Xifan Port and its surrounding traffic arteries and strategic facilities. There is absolutely no way.

Oh shit!!

Looking at the train station in flames, the captain of the Third Air Force beat his thigh angrily, but he didn't expect that the freshly bandaged wound on his arm would burst, and he grinned in pain.

A cannon pierced through his cockpit before, and although no one else was hit, the flying fragments rubbed against his arm, almost cutting his artery.

Although there was a lot of anger in his heart, he had no choice but to be angry right now. He could only ask the command tower at the airport, and then issued an order to return to the other members of the aviation team.

At the same time, the four Saber jet fighters coming from the direction of Yongye Harbor also rushed into the air, cruising around in the air but did not find the enemy plane, so they had no choice but to return.

These aircraft have high requirements on the airport and ground handling environment, and there is not even an airport where they can land and provide maintenance services.

Looking at the light spots on the radar screen that disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, General Gurion's face was as gloomy as the sky covered with dark clouds.

He didn't need to ask his subordinates to guess how much the air strike had caused.

The adjutant standing next to him swallowed and said in a difficult tone.

It turned out to be a suicide attack... Are these blue gophers crazy?!

Because a group of survivors who had nothing to do with each other actually took their own lives!

He couldn't understand what those guys were thinking.

Don't they have families of their own? !

General Gurion, with an ugly face, didn't make a fuss like his adjutant, but narrowed his eyes staring at the map slightly.

The staff department speculated before that the alliance probably possesses some kind of remote-operated clone technology... Now it seems that the staff department's judgment is probably correct.

This was the speculation made by the Legion's staff when they were besieging the Torch Church.

According to the feedback of the soldiers on the front line, they found that although the soldiers of the Alliance suffered continuous casualties, the number of elite troops never decreased.

There is only one explanation.

That's the casualties of some of the Alliance's soldiers—especially the casualties of the elite troops, who were actually clones or something like that.

Although it sounds unbelievable, this seems to be the most reliable explanation.

And in this way, it can also explain why the residents of the Alliance's shelter rarely appear outside the communication range, and the Alliance always spares no effort to sell their cables.

From this he can make preliminary inferences.

That is, those clones operated by the residents of the shelter can only move within the communication radius.

And in those places beyond the communication radius, they can only take the risk to go there with their real bodies, and if they die, they will really die.

For example, the four blue gophers who came to Xifan Port before.

Hearing General Gurion's words, the adjutant standing beside him froze for a moment, and said with a hesitant expression on his face.

But...if that's the case, why didn't our signal jammers work?

He always felt that the technology of remotely controllable human cloning sounded a little too unbelievable, and even the residents of the Alliance's shelter are actually bionics were more reliable than this speculation.

General Gurion shook his head, still firmly believing in his conjecture.

Electromagnetic waves are not the only signal transmission medium. Have you forgotten those mutant slime molds? We still haven't fully figured out what the mind signal is.

I heard that it was a long, long time ago. The People's Federation discovered some planetary consciousness on the planet Gaia, and got inspiration from it to develop a technology called psychic interference device.

This thing can drive away low-level creatures and communicate with high-level creatures. It was once considered by the academic circles at that time to be the best communication medium for communicating with extraterrestrial civilizations.

After all, language communication is too inefficient, not only takes a long time to decipher, but also may cause misunderstandings.

And whether it will be led by the nose by the psychic interference signal can also be used as a touchstone to measure whether the other party's mind is worth communicating with, and what kind of strategy to communicate with.

However, even though the spiritual interference technology was developed in the Renlian era, even after entering the wasteland era, no one can really figure out what the so-called psychic signal is.

The same is obviously true for the Alliance, but that doesn't stop someone with the technology from using it.

Looking at the adjutant and other officers who were completely stunned, Gurion said firmly.

... No matter what the medium they use to operate the clones, the signal needs to be transmitted to the front line through cables or signal towers, and these facilities are all traceable!

As he spoke, he looked at an officer standing in front of the command table and gave an order.

...We Willant and the locals are too different in appearance, so it is not convenient to operate behind the enemy's rear. I need you to train a special force composed of Borneos to infiltrate our enemy's rear, and specifically target our enemy's communications Raid on the facility!

The officer stood at attention and gave a military salute.

yes!

Looking back at the map spread out on the command table, General Gurion gradually raised a stern smile.

He admitted that he was caught off guard by the airstrike and that the league's response was faster than he had expected.

However, if these guys thought that his entire plan could be thwarted by such clumsy means, they would be a little too naive.

This war has only just begun.

Now that the alliance's air force has joined the battle in advance, the equipment specially prepared for the alliance can also be deployed in advance.

Although it is not necessary to use expensive missiles to deal with the natives, it is still worth using them on the alliance.

No matter how cheap those clones are, the planes with plasma engines and fusion reactors are not cheap, and it is worth how many missiles it costs.

In addition to the planes, there are those ships.

Putting away his underestimation of the enemy, Gurion stared intently at the sea area in the southwest corner of the map.

If nothing else.

The fleet of the South China Sea Alliance should have arrived...