In the night sky.
The flames of the machine guns continued to roar.
Although more than half of the casualties had been suffered and the battle on the ground had ended, the First Falcon Kingdom Squadron had no intention of retreating.
Staring at the remaining five "Mosquitoes" with gnashing teeth, Acante's eyes flashed with the flames of hatred, and he roared while pressing the machine gun.
"Go to hell!"
The mission was no longer important.
There was only one thing he wanted to do at this moment, and that was to send the pilot on the opposite side to hell!
He wanted to avenge his dead comrades!
The plane he locked on was doing a rolling maneuver in the air, and the orange-yellow tracer almost brushed the cabin cover.
Looking at the enemy plane pulling up and circling, Acante made a sound of "tsk", lifted the joystick hard, and pulled up the nose to chase after it.
This cunning mosquito!
With his index finger on the intercom on his shoulder, Acante shouted in a deep voice.
"Leave the shark-head plane to me, you guys take care of the rest!"
An answer came from the communication channel.
"Received!"
Coincidentally, the guy he bit was really called Mosquito.
Sitting in the cabin, Mosquito cursed, quickly looked back at the "Eagle" chasing him, and while pulling up, he slammed the left rudder and rolled 180 degrees on the Z axis.
The huge gravitational acceleration tore every cell in his body, making the originally dark night sky even darker.
But all this was just a short moment.
He successfully completed a turn of nearly 180 degrees in the air, and passed by the plane chasing him diagonally behind!
And it didn't disintegrate!
"... Damn, I jumped!"
Looking at the silhouettes passing quickly outside the cabin, Mosquito, who was relieved, calmed his pounding heart and seized this hard-won opportunity to bite back.
This guy is quite capable!
But -
He is not a lazy man.
"There are 36 rounds left in reserve... This is the only chance!"
After a quick glance at the updated tasks on the VM screen, Mosquito extended his index finger to close the window, then turned on the onboard radio and shouted.
"Attention all teammates! Our mission has been completed! The command center asked us to return home at an appropriate time according to the situation, but these annoying mosquitoes - bah, these flies obviously don't intend to let us go!"
He grinned and held the joystick tightly with both hands.
"Coincidentally, I am not the kind of coward who runs away with my tail between my legs!"
"Follow me -"
"Kill them!"
A messy answer came from the communication channel.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Charge!"
"Fight them!!!"
The tactical strategy changed from delaying time to "one for one", and the offensive of the alliance's aircraft suddenly became radical.
Akante felt a little tricky, but he was also a little relieved.
He had little fuel in his tank, and less than fifty bullets were left... This cat-and-mouse game was finally coming to an end.
However, at this moment, the voice of the ground command suddenly came from the communication channel.
"...The Iron Heart is moving to the north, your mission is over, and before entering the range of the Iron Heart, return to the front-line airport immediately!"
Iron Heart? !
Akante was shocked.
Having participated in the Battle of the City of Plenty, he knew the guy's anti-aircraft ability better than anyone else. The firepower network generated by a round of salvos could even form an impenetrable curtain wall in the air.
Looking at the small plane dodging left and right in front of him, he gritted his teeth, replied "received", and then switched to the squad channel.
"...Attention all units, the Iron Heart is being deployed, we have the last five minutes, return home immediately after five minutes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the distant clouds.
A three-engine transport plane suddenly broke into the battlefield.
At first, Acante thought he had seen it wrong.
After all, when fighters are fighting, how dare a transport plane come up to join in the fun.
But soon he found out that he was not wrong.
The plane that came was the Alliance's H-1 "Dragonfly", and like other Alliance planes, it had some fancy and strange graphics printed on the fuselage.
Seeing that the plane was not carrying weapons, the Acante soldiers were not in a hurry to shoot it down, but just glanced at the screen of the airborne radar, and then ordered in the communication channel.
"...Scorpion-1, Scorpion-2, go and see what's going on with that plane."
Since it is a non-combat force.
Maybe it can be seized back.
Following Acante's order, the two "Eagles" immediately left the battlefield and approached the strange transport plane.
Seeing the plane as well, Mosquito's face showed a hint of surprise.
What's going on?
Didn't the transport fleet return? Why did it come back again?
It would be fine if it was a gunship, but it was a conventional model without weapons.
Mosquito subconsciously glanced at the VM tied to his right leg. There was no new mission, and no information about the plane.
Because of the transport plane that suddenly broke into the battlefield, both sides of the exchange of fire fell into a brief hesitation.
Acante waited for his teammates' answers.
At this time, the voice of "Scorpion Tailed Lion-1" came from the communication channel.
"...Captain, that plane is a bit strange."
Acante was slightly stunned and asked immediately.
"What did you see?"
After a short pause, the teammate's answer came from the communication channel.
"There seems to be no one in the cockpit."
"No one?!" Akante was stunned.
Could it be a drone? !
The Alliance does have drones, but it is the first time he has seen this type of drone.
The pilot continued to report.
"Yes... the main and co-pilot seats are empty, and there seems to be something growing on the rudder. I can't see it clearly here, so I have to get closer."
Akante said alertly.
"Be careful."
"Received!"
Two "Eagles" flew on the left and right sides of the "Dragonfly" transport plane.
One of the Eagle fighters, code-named "Scorpion Tail-1", approached the nose of the "Dragonfly", and the wing tip was almost touching the cockpit.
Switching the onboard radio to a similar band, the pilot shouted to the "Dragonfly".
"This is the First Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom. You have been hijacked by us. Please follow our instructions."
"If you refuse, you will be shot down."
There was a crackling sound in the communication channel, and no response.
The pilot frowned.
The pitch-black canopy always made him feel a little uneasy.
Just when he was about to get closer, a ray of soft moonlight happened to pass through the clouds and sprinkled on the pitch-black canopy.
The moment he saw the situation inside, he was stunned.
The scarlet marks filled the entire cockpit.
Not just the rudder-
The entire console was filled with an unknown block.
"Damn..." He couldn't help but curse.
What the hell is this? !
Growing up in Oasis No. 2, he had never seen a mutant slime mold, and only felt a trace of fear from the instinct of the organism from the hideous scarlet.
He subconsciously tilted the rudder to the left, trying to get away from this disgusting guy, but at this moment, something strange happened.
The cabin glass instantly shattered into countless pieces, and two whip-like tentacles shot out like cannonballs, lashing at his and another teammate's cockpits.
"Ah--!"
The severe pain made him scream in pain.
He looked at the scarlet tentacles that pierced his chest in horror, and looked at the countless tiny lines that drilled into his wounds and blood vessels like countless earthworms...
His body had lost control.
The paralysis of an electric current occupied every cell in his body.
And at this moment, a long whisper like a whistle came from the communication channel, poured into his ears, and soaked his soul.
"Eh--"
The tentacles connecting the cabins were cut off by the whistling airflow.
The "Eagle" next to the "Dragonfly" tilted its fuselage, like a baby whose umbilical cord was cut and separated from its mother.
And the whispers echoing in the communication channel continued, like the whispers of a devil.
In the whispers, the pilot, Tong Kong, who was sitting in the driving seat, gradually lost his spirit and drooped his head, and was unaware of the captain's shouts.
"... Zizi..."
"... Manticore-1, what's going on over there! I saw a hole in your canopy! Report your situation immediately!"
"... Zizi..."
The abnormality lasted for nearly half a minute.
The chaotic sounds continued to pour into his ears.
The drooping head suddenly lifted up, and the eyes that had lost their spirit were now covered with bloodshot and had turned scarlet.
He looked straight at the night sky due north.
The whispers in his ears gradually became clearer.
'Go help him—'
'That's your father. '
Father?
'Yes, he's in danger. '
Danger…
The scarlet eyes were stained with bloodthirstiness, and the dry lips opened and closed, responding to the murmur of Yi Wu in a concise manner.
"Yes…"
The sudden change stunned everyone.
Whether it was the Alliance or the pilots of the Falcon.
Staring at the two "Hawks" that suddenly lost control in the distance, Akante shouted loudly at the radio.
"Scorpion Tail-1! Scorpion Tail-2! Please answer if you hear me! If you are still alive, please answer if you hear me—Fuck! Damn it!"
He hung up the communication fiercely, and the anger burning in his eyes became more intense.
Two more—
He didn't know what despicable means the Alliance had used again, but he saw that something seemed to have hit the two planes.
Maybe the pilot took out an automatic rifle or something else.
But no matter what it was, it didn't matter anymore.
That guy refused their kind persuasion to surrender!
There was only one thing Acante wanted to do at this moment, and that was revenge!
"Shoot it down! Shoot down that transport plane for me!"
An equally angry answer came from the communication channel.
"Yes!"
An "Eagle" fighter abandoned the "Mosquito" that was already emitting black smoke and rushed straight towards the transport plane.
"Go to hell!"
The pilot in the cockpit angrily pressed the fire button, and the machine gun at the front of the fuselage immediately sprayed out surging flames.
The tracer hit the left wing of the transport plane, and the engine on the wing emitted black smoke, and the plane began to slow down and glide downward.
The "Eagle" slowed down and prepared to give its right engine a burst of fire.
However, at this moment, the change happened again.
The previously out-of-control "Scorpion Tail-2" suddenly pulled up its nose, made an incredible 180-degree roll in the air, and aimed its nose at its stunned teammates.
It was too late to reaccelerate-
A moment of hesitation prevented him from pressing the fire button.
However, his "teammate" did not hesitate at all.
Almost at the moment when the noses met, a thick and long tongue of fire spurted out from the front of the propeller.
"No--!"
Amid the roar of the machine guns, the propeller, cockpit and fuel tank of the "Eagle" chasing the "Dragonfly" were instantly blown up, and in a moment it turned into a burning fireball in the air.
There was not even a chance to parachute...
Akante stared at the flames in amazement, and then looked at the "Scorpion Tail-2" that suddenly opened fire on friendly forces.
He couldn't understand.
What happened.
The mosquito that he was chasing and biting was also shocked, staring in amazement at the "little fly" that suddenly turned its gun and hit friendly forces.
What surprised him was not that guy's sudden rebellion.
But the smooth 180-degree turn just now-
"Fuck! Immelmann turn?!"
The two "Eagle" parted ways, one rushed to the north, and the other rushed straight to the chaotic battlefield.
Just as Mosquito was stunned, a teammate's shout came from the communication channel.
Ghost: "Boss, do you want to shoot it down?"
Mosquito said hurriedly.
"Don't mess with him first! The enemy of the enemy is our friend!"
Ghost: "But he is shooting at me!!!"
Mosquito was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and shouted with an idea.
"Sacrifice yourself and rush to the opposite group of aircraft!"
Ghost: "???"
Although surprised at the inhumanity of the corps commander, the little player named Ghost still subconsciously turned the rudder, doing a rolling maneuver to avoid the machine guns, and rushed into the hinterland of the enemy group, and drilled into the moment it was close to the cloud.
The "Eagle" that attacked indiscriminately caused great trouble to the flying formation of the Falcon Kingdom.
Because the sky was pitch black, the number could not be seen at all, and this aircraft with almost the same shape and paint as theirs was difficult to identify.
Especially when more than three "Hawks" were biting each other, it was impossible to tell which one was the traitor.
Unless they pulled away and reorganized the formation...
Sweat oozed from Akante's palms, and his eyes nervously roamed around, scanning the planes jumping up and down and firing around him.
Everyone looked like a traitor to him now.
Thinking of the Iron Heart that was advancing northward, Akante gritted his teeth and took a last look at the mosquito that had slipped away from his machine gun.
"You're lucky..."
Squeezing out these words from his teeth, he reached out and pressed the intercom hanging on his shoulder.
"Retreat!"
After dropping two smoking planes again, the Falcon Kingdom's flight formation began to return to the front-line airport. As for the "out-of-control" Hawk, they did not choose to chase it, but chased the transport plane that was sliding to the ground.
Mosquito counted the planes on the other side and saw that there were about fourteen left, and only the last two were left on his side.
This battle loss ratio was too touching.
Panting, Guigui asked in the communication channel.
"Boss... do you want to chase?"
Mosquito pulled the trigger on the joystick, and there was no movement except for the friction of the click. The only bullets left in the magazine had been emptied in the previous dogfight.
The victory or defeat can only be left to the next time.
"You are lucky..."
If he had put a pistol in the cockpit, these guys would not have slipped away.
Spitting in the direction of the enemy plane's retreat, Mosquito raised his arm to wipe his mouth and shouted in the communication channel.
"Attention, all units! The enemy plane fled with its tail between its legs! Victory is ours!"
"Go home!"
The initial velocity of this new machine gun is still a bit disadvantageous.
I will change it when I go back.
"Ah!!" Fearing that the regiment commander would be embarrassed, Gui Gui, who was slumped in the seat, unbuttoned the pilot's cap and sang weakly in cooperation.
There was no way.
Everyone was dead.
There were only two of them left in the whole team, and if she didn't speak, no one would speak...
...
The victory and defeat on the ground and in the sky had been decided, but the battle between "Lingyun" and "Saber" was not over yet.
The tail flames of the engines flickered in the air, like entangled and parallel meteors, and every intersection of the flashes would pull out a deadly tracer.
The two jets fought back and forth for the fleeting shooting window, fighting with the most "primitive" in the relative displacement of nearly two kilometers per second.
"Damn... the dog planner is targeting me again!"
Looking at the relentless "flame", Luo Yu gritted his teeth and quickly glanced at the fuel indicator that was about to fall below the warning line.
They fought all the way from the north of Oasis No. 3 to the southernmost part of Oasis No. 8, the Golden Lizard Kingdom. This location was not only beyond the communication range, but also beyond his combat radius.
However, at this moment, the issue he was considering was no longer whether he could return home smoothly.
As long as the only "Saber" deployed by the opponent in Luoxia Province could be eliminated, the alliance would have the hope of completely taking over the air supremacy of Luoxia Province!
Although the chances were slim, it was not without a chance of winning.
Cutting to the rear hemisphere of the enemy plane, watching the enemy plane rapidly approaching the sight scale, Luo Yu calmly pressed the fire button.
The machine gun spewed out flames.
Accompanied by a slight shake, a string of flashing tracers rushed towards the "Saber".
It was about to turn the plane into a pile of scrap metal, but it was just a little bit short, and it was dodged by a sideways move.
"Zhao!"
After cursing in a low voice, Luo Yu's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he turned the rudder to look for the next shooting window.
However, the "Saber" seemed to have anticipated what he was going to do. With its high maneuverability, it cut into his back hemisphere and fired a burst of machine guns in response to the previous round of strafing.
Almost instinctively, he made an evasive maneuver. Looking at the tracer 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 tired.
To be honest, he was not very good at this kind of extreme distance dogfight.
In reality, the air forces of various countries have long evolved to the stage of "beyond visual range combat" in the confrontation between spears and shields, and dogfighting at supersonic speeds is "almost impossible". After all, the muzzle speed of machine guns is generally only 2.8~5 Mach, and the bullets may not be as fast as the plane at a distance.
Unless the most extreme situation occurs.
For example, the war has expanded to a global scale, and the industrial chains of various countries have been seriously affected by bombing, mobilization, etc., and high-tech weapons cannot be supplied stably. It is better to have a large quantity than to have a large amount of guidance...
At that point, let alone supersonic fighters, infantry may have to fight with bayonets.
Therefore, machine gun shooting at air targets only accounts for a small part of all training subjects, just to deal with the most extreme situations.
If it weren't for "Wasteland OL", he really wouldn't necessarily practice this thing specifically.
Luo Yu could clearly feel that the opponent's tactical experience and flying skills were not very outstanding, but the operation of machine guns was perfect.
Not only that.
That person is probably an awakener like himself, and the direction of strengthening is probably the reflex nerve and visual nerve, and the "level" is probably not lower than himself!
To win this battle, he must use every bullet carefully, even every liter of fuel...
Calming the restless blood in his veins, Luo Yu rethought the battle plan in his mind.
The scissor maneuver has been learned by the opponent.
But there is a move that this grandson should not have seen yet...
Take a deep breath, glance at the "saber" biting tightly to the left rear, and put his right hand on the throttle.
Just when he was about to make a surprise attack, a black dot suddenly appeared in the airspace directly in front of him.
Falcon?
Luo Yu's face changed slightly.
Although the propeller plane was as slow as a turtle in front of the jet plane, the machine gun hanging behind the propeller was not a decoration.
Even if it couldn't hit him, it could sweep a burst of bullets to block his movement and interfere with his flight path. In this evenly matched duel, any mistake would be fatal to him.
Originally, his mobility was at a disadvantage...
At the same time, Yukar also caught a glimpse of the little fly, and a surprised smile instantly appeared on his tense face.
"Hahaha! Well done!"
These bastards had some sense and knew to send a plane to help him. Although it was a bit redundant for him, he was still quite satisfied with this filial piety.
"Give him a burst of bullets! Shoot at the right wing! Now!"
He seemed to see the goddess of victory waving at him.
However——
Something unexpected happened to both of them.
The "Eagle" did not aim its nose at the "Lingyun", but at the "Sabre" that was biting towards the back hemisphere of the "Lingyun"!
"No——!"
The thick and long flames sprayed, and the twin 20mm cannons used tracers to weave a large net in the air, hitting the "Sabre" head-on.
Everything happened in an instant.
It was so fast that people were caught off guard.
"Fuck! Do you have eyes?!"
Frightened and angry, Yukar cursed angrily, barely dodged the oncoming bullet, and completely lost the shooting window that was originally in his hand.
The relative speed was nearly Mach 7.
Being hit by that burst of bullets was enough to send him away!
Until now, he was still imagining that the Falcon might have misjudged the target in the dark, and he would definitely give this blind thing two big slaps when he returned to the airport.
Unfortunately, the Falcon did not choose the wrong target, and flew a long way just to send him away.
The burst of bullets didn't listen at all and chased him and bit him.
"Damn it! Cease fire! I am a friendly force!"
Yukar roared in the onboard radio, trying to wake up the other side.
However, what he didn't know was that the cockpit of the Falcon was already covered with slime mold, and the pilot fixed on the seat had become a puppet at the mercy of others.
The avant-garde jet not far away had completed a 180-degree roll in a vertical climb.
Yukar's eyes suddenly shrank.
The moment he met the cockpit, his heart seemed to stop beating.
"... Shit."
The words had just come to his lips when the hot metal shrapnel opened his cockpit.
Looking at the scrapped garbage in the sight, Luo Yu removed his index finger from the front trigger and slowly emptied the air trapped in his chest.
He pulled off the respirator hanging on his mouth and hung his whole body on the seat behind him.
The evenly matched confrontation could not tolerate a single mistake.
Not to mention two.
Falling from the sky with black smoke, the "Saber" burst into brilliant flames in the night sky behind him like a lighter.
"Immelmann turn... I will only teach you once, I hope you see it clearly."
But even if you see it clearly, you probably won't have the chance to learn it in this life.
After "soloing" such a powerful BOSS, Luo Yu's mouth curled up unconsciously. Although he didn't know why the "Falcon" helped him, he won.
Even if the Falcon came to its senses and killed him, it didn't matter. He could even generously give this "credit" to the unknown friend.
The Legion has only one Sabre.
But the Alliance's Lingyun will be able to get another one next month.
The flames from the engine were shaky, and the plane began to glide forward without power.
Luo Yu glanced at the fuel tank indicator.
The pointer was stuck below the 0 scale on the dial. The last sharp turn exhausted the remaining fuel. The fuel tank had been squeezed dry and there was not a drop left.
Originally, he thought about falling down with the plane. The sooner he died, the sooner the CD would be.
But thinking of the bug of the resurrection CD last time, he shuddered subconsciously, and his right hand reached for the pull ring next to the seat.
With a bang, the steel bars on both sides of the seat broke, and he was ejected from the open hatch under the push of gunpowder.
Last time, Mosquito swore to tell him that he had installed an ejection seat for Lingyun, and he thought he was joking.
Unexpectedly, it was really done...
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 in the center of the cockpit covered with slime mold with his head drooped, his hands stuck to the joystick by the mold.
His decay seemed to be aggravated.
The weak breath of life was like a candle swaying in the wind.
However, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented satisfaction from the depths of his spirit - as if his soul had been sublimated.
This short life was not wasted.
He successfully completed the task of his mother.
The last "Eh" murmur came from the earphones on his neck, a whisper that only he could understand.
'You did a good job. '
'Go to sleep. '
'My child. '