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The icy wind slammed in, slicing his face at countless blades. The swift speed of the wind didn't last long for the pain, and it quickly numbed the face. The lips are uncontrollable and open unconsciously. The manic currents brought pain as well as the smell of death.

The right air-conditioned environment and the precise and steady oxygen supply all disappeared without a trace. The finely tuned cabin environment is so perfect that it can even make the body lose its sense of reality. But now these are gone, replaced by large clouds of yellow smoke and dust, the sharp ringing in the ears is unpleasant, and the nasal cavity is filled with the smell of burning, as if even the lungs are burning.

Casey felt like she had just had a sweet dream, and now she suddenly woke up, and every part of her body was transmitting urgent and intense sensory messages to her brain, making her head buzz and hurt.

There was a loud bang next to his shoulder, and two dazzling bright yellow recoil flames suddenly lit up, pushing up the cockpit cover, and the air flow immediately grabbed the arc-shaped transparent cover, impacting and pulling wildly, and suddenly threw it into the distance and disappeared from sight.

Casey's ejection seat mechanism is like a precision clock, performing a series of precise movements in an instant. The ejection guide behind the ridge poked out like a telescopic antenna, and several groups of small rocket engines were activated. The noise in my ears was like falling into a pot of boiling water, and the sound of wind, explosions, and mechanical noises mingled together. But the clearest thing is Bill's voice.

“…… Prepare for your skydive. ”

There is a sense of isolation in the trance, familiar and unclear. Bill had said something similar, and she remembered that it was in the castle tower. Casey is chasing after Mong, who uses her wingman's performance bomb to create smoke that nearly knocks her to the ground.

Bill shouted the same thing, just telling her not to skydive.

Casey's trust in Bill during the Battle of the Castle Tower has been reduced to its lowest point. In retrospect, Bill was right. Meng Struck didn't intend to kill Casey at the time, but just wanted to make sure that his friends from the Maleria Air Defense Team escaped. But insisting on skydiving almost killed him.

But whether it's right or wrong, it doesn't really mean anything to Casey. Because the head wolf at that time couldn't make her feel at ease.

Men always talk about tactics and strategies, weigh gains and losses, and strategize in their chests, as if everything is a pawn that can be exchanged and sacrificed, but they don't know that there is always something in the world that cannot be lost.

The core of that air battle was not whether Bill saw through the attack, nor the probability of a successful parachute jump, it was not a question of profit or loss at all, but the most fundamental principle, that is, Bill should not let Casey take risks. Acts as a weight on the scale.

Casey is certainly part of the team of the head wolves, but Bill's cousin makes her feel. He is just a toy and a pawn for him, not a destination that his heart pursues.

So, at that time, Casey could give his life to Bill, but he couldn't give Bill credit.

Now it's like this again, do you have to believe Bill's words?

Before her brain could make the affirmative reply it had wanted to give for so long, her body gave all its trust to him first. Casey only felt that his limbs seemed to be trampled under his feet with a reserved and awkward personality, directly calling on the knowledge about pilots in his brain; His hands and feet did not listen to his own call and were completely controlled by Bill, so he obediently completed the preparations before the parachute jump according to what he said.

Casey was half a minute later. Only then did I realize that this series of actions saved my life.

The Wooden Man Simulator on the F/A-18E Advanced Hornet Fuselage climbed to both sides of the nose and destroyed the electronic wiring on its back, and one of the Wooden Men pulled the extravehicular emergency ejection handle, ejecting Casey directly into the cockpit.

At this moment, the rocket ejection seat billows with smoke billowing from the cockpit of the fighter jet.

At your feet is your own fighter, the farther away you are.

Raising his eyes is surrounded by the vast earth and the boundless heaven, and his body is unobstructed. The ejection seat in the back falls off automatically, and the main wing opens. Grabbed Casey's body at once. The air currents held the canopy part and slowly descended with Casey. She tugged on the parachute rope and watched her F/A-18E drift off into the distance. The fighter jet, which had lost its pilot, swayed as if it had lost its soul, but fortunately did not turn around and crash into itself. If he hadn't subconsciously listened to Bill's preparations before parachuting just now, I am afraid that his neck would have been broken by the huge momentum at this time. Untied legs can also be torn off. Now there was nothing to worry about, and she saw that Bill's F-36 fighter did not leave and was circling beside her. She trusts Bill completely,

Bill the head wolf was scared enough just now.

He could see that the wooden men might have ejected Casey from the air, and he had seen air thieves perform such stunts in Osteria. However, most of the aerial snatching techniques are aimed at hijacking transport planes and cargo, so why would these wooden men target Casey's fighter jets? Do they want to capture the advanced bumblebee? If you really want to, you can just go to your own Prince company to order, the head wolf does not bother to build trade barriers, even if the people of the Northern Army come to purchase, they can still sell fighter jets.

Now is not the time to think about that. Bill re-tracked the F-36's combat patrol and circled along Casey's sliding calculated trajectory. He decided that the Wooden Man could not be targeting advanced Hornet fighters, so this group of fighters would definitely make a comeback.

As expected, the backup Walliers unmanned fighter did not care about the crashed F/A-18E advanced Hornet, but continued to charge towards Casey.

One triangular figure after another swooped straight into Casey's parachute. Although they are blocked by the wolf, even if they lose control, they will throw the wooden man's manipulator inside the plane into her parachute.

Bill devoted all of the fighter system's resources to calculating Walliers' impact path and optimal jamming interception trajectory, busy and exhausted like a firefighter in the winter. Fortunately, the drones were not intended to collide with Bill's F-36, and as long as the path was accurate and timely, it was easy to disperse the swarm of flies.

Even the most mediocre commander can now smell that something is wrong, the smell of conspiracy is too strong. Bill the head wolf frowned, everything was extremely illogical:

The Walliers drones rushed at Casey one after the other, and they had to kill Casey. But in that case, why bother ejecting Casey out of the cockpit, wouldn't it be more convenient to hit or even smash the canopy with a wooden man.

If Walliers' goal is Casey, Bill is the biggest obstacle, and eliminating Bill's F-36s is the first goal for the group of brains. But the drone seems to be hiding from the plague god. Fear of the slightest collision with Bill's drone. Could it be that this group of fighters is still afraid of death, but they are not hundred-day ghosts, low-level logic computers.

Walliers' numbers are still growing, and Bill's F-36 has a limit.

The drones are repeating their old tricks again, and they already know that they can entangle Bill's F-36 battle planning system with three planes, and the fourth will guarantee a 100% breakthrough. The suspense drama just now was like an encore, and the Walliers plane used its numerical advantage to break through the interception of the head wolf again. Successfully flung a wooden man simulator in Casey's direction.

This qiē is simply terrible.

Casey watched as a humanoid figure was thrown in the air and slammed into his umbrella cover. The wooden people don't have to do any damage. Just such a heavy object can completely destroy the aerodynamic characteristics of the parachute. The swift air currents immediately pinched the umbrella cover into a rotten persimmon-like mass, and the entire umbrella completely lost its function, unable to provide the slightest resistance, just like a rag.

She felt her body sink and fall from a great height.

Bill had foreseen this, and as he had promised, he would never let her out of his sight as long as he could see Casey again. He knows what he can't lose, and he is completely sure to keep what he loves most.

The belly compartment of the F-36 wearable fighter is opened. The rails were released, and Bill slid out, parallel to the plane. The one-man flying machine on his back unfolded its wings and quickly responded to engine starts, pushing him forward quickly. Bill had already made up his mind just now, and the last resort was to use the wearable fighter's repeated round-trip function to go out directly to rescue Casey. Although the lift of the wings is not enough to support two people, it is equipped with a parachute and a fast-response engine to recoil and decelerate before landing. Infallible.

As soon as Qiē was planned, the flying wings took him down and dived and flew towards Casey. She maintains a steady dìng falling posture of skydiving, and she is really a calm girl. Bill slowed down and slowly approached her, hugging her body from behind and fastening his seat belt around her. Chained to her body, she would never leave her sight again.

The head wolf secured the safety line between Casey and himself and pulled the parachute. At this point, the distance from the ground is already very low, and the drones do not have time to launch more attacks.

The wind whistled, and Bill breathed a sigh of relief.

His plan is smooth, however, the other person's plan is also smooth.

The head wolf looked down at Casey. She closed her eyes slightly.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my brain, as if someone had pulled his spine out of his body, and he almost lost consciousness in an instant.

Bill couldn't help but cry out.

Casey heard his cry and quickly opened his eyes, holding his hand behind his back and holding his hand. She had never heard Bill scream like that, it was an unimaginable pain.

A loud, heavy wheezing, hoarse voice was followed by his voice: "It's okay, I'm okay." ”

Bill looked up at the sky, knowing that the sharp pain was a sign that the scalp system had been forcibly interrupted. In the sky, the F-36 wearable fighter shook as if twitching. Just as the head wolf went to save Casey, he didn't notice that the Walliers drone suddenly turned its target to the F-36, easily threw a wooden man, entered the cockpit, and replaced the head wolf in control of the fighter.

He completely understood a qiē.

It was obvious that this could only have been done by his brother Arnold, and only he would use such a strange and neurotic method. What Arnold claimed was not Casey at all, but that crucial F-36 fighter; The Wood Man chased Casey but did not kill him in order to force Bill out of the cabin; And the UAV avoided fighting against Bill, the reason, naturally, was that it did not want to damage the F-36.

Damn, it's too late to understand this qiē.

Bill hugged Casey tightly with his right hand, the sharp pain in his head slowly subsided, but his left arm, the left arm that had been severed by the Centurins during the Battle of the Castle Castle and was now recreated with the techniques of the Wooden Man, was completely unresponsive and hung limply like a piece of iron garbage. Somehow, he felt a dull ache in his left arm, which was no longer there.

On the eastern skyline, strange bright lights become more intense.

The rising mushroom cloud was clearly visible, and Arnold's plan was steadily moving forward, and no one knew what his ultimate goal was. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )