Chapter 317 - Alternate Fighting
“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 crossfire from three directions, ferociously covering 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."
He hadn't reacted yet. Chen Fei in the back seat had already emptied all the precious rockets.
The rocket has no guidance system, so whether it can hit 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's okay, it's okay, squadron leader, it doesn't matter if I bump into you!"
Although Wen Wen is quiet and harmless to humans and animals on weekdays, once he goes to the sky, who can play better than the "rookie" Chen Fei? Tono.
“Ah? Are you crazy?”
Squadron Leader Chekov looked shocked.
Cannons 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 killed by rockets. A direct hit, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and it staggered 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 shape of the Sky Star Wyvern is the result of natural evolution bit by bit over millions of years. It naturally makes sense. It is not comparable to these alien species that have hastily mutated for the sake of terrifying appearance and physical lethality.
"Good fight, 'Peanut Butter'!"
"Squadron leader, this is fierce!"
A burst of cheers rang out in the communication channel, "It smells so good." The other pilots in the combat squadron did not expect that the No. 211 aircraft flown by the squadron leader would dare to make such a big move in the first wave.
What the hell, Chekhov’s Big Bear said: “Okay, okay!”
“Don’t be careless, those guys started to fight back!”
Deputy Squadron Leader “Devil Pepper” Always keeping an eye on those fake flying dragon FA-143, the "Zhenxiang" squadron takes the lead in sneak attacks, but if it cannot maintain its advantage all the time, the thin-skinned "Big Mouth Monster" will also end up in a disastrous defeat.
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.
"Received!"
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 as a partner in 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 No. 215 received, responsible for the right wing." "Salad" Meyer von Kohler.
"Unit No. 216 has followed 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 flying 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 strikes, there were about nine False Dragon FA-143s that survived, a two-plane formation composed of Chekov’s No. 211 aircraft and Ilyne Lucius’s No. 212 aircraft. Half of them were taken away directly, and the rest would be taken over by the other two teams. Whoever eliminated the opponent first would 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 it: yes/no |?
Of course "no"!
If you click "Yes", the two of you will wait for free fall!
Don’t worry about Chiu, it will fly by itself.
But for the first time, Chen Fei's 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 a joystick, a throttle, or any button, 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. Broken bones and meat would have been squeezed out of the load-carrying suit like toothpaste.
“Crash? Are you so crazy? I don’t want to die with you, fire quickly!”
The driver and the fire control are a natural community of destiny, Chekhov’s big bear Even if you want to be with me, you can't do it.
Thud, the 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 opened its huge mouth as if it had been hit hard. As if it had forgotten to flap its wings, the bat wings slowly fell 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 wingman No. 212 followed suit and opened fire.
The injured mutant at the front could no longer withstand the superimposed heavy injuries. Even its wings were broken by cannon bullets, and its wing membranes were in tatters. It immediately started to wail. Falling towards the ground.
"Be careful, those monsters are not that easy to die."
The voice of the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" rang in Chen Fei's ears.
The mutants that have evolved from savagery are often surprisingly tenacious. If you want to be safer, it is best to take another shot.
“Save ammunition!”
Chen Fei calculated the ammunition reserve of No. 211 with great care.
The rocket nest is empty, leaving only four combat bombs, a 500-pound bomb and more than 200 cannon bullets. Sometimes the number of cannon bullets may not be accurate.
One fighting bomb corresponds to one mutant, which is more than enough, but in actual combat, this is like peach!
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)?
So Chen Fei had to be very careful before he secretly encouraged 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, won't they fall apart?"
Chekhov's Big Bear complained while avoiding the attacks of two mutant flying species. Unit 211 kept rolling in the sky, but maintained 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 to jets, but compared to 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 the place, 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 do so. Facing 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 just hit it!"
Tampon, the fire controller in the back seat Schneider 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, he actually grabbed a monster... Chekov looked disgusted, 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!”
Tampon Schneider, the “sauerkraut” who had just experienced several 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, go back and drink early, oh, I'll go!"
A pseudo-flying dragon FA-143 fighting with Unit 215 and Unit 216 He suddenly turned around and rushed towards Chekhov's Big Bear's No. 211. The cockpit of No. 211 suddenly darkened, and his sharp claws clawed at the cockpit cover.
The "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius on the wingman noticed this scene immediately. "Careful!"
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(End of this chapter)