Human-like things are always scary.

For modern artificial intelligence or autonomous control technology, even a cutting-edge unmanned fighter or army ground combat aircraft does not cause much fear. Although they are all lethal and even capable of using weapons of mass destruction.

Humanoid things are different. The dolls and marionettes in abandoned hospitals are completely harmless from the point of view of common sense, but they are uncomfortable. Our brains are always automatically assuming inexplicable associations to this human-like, self-like thing, often with negative and supernatural overtones. We will always have "empathy" for things like ourselves. The brain emotionally empathizes with what happened to the puppet, even though it knows that it is nothing more than a pile of wood in the form of a human.

The Wooden Man Simulator is just that, originally placed in the cockpit of a fighter to replace a human pilot, but it must sit in a seat designed for humans, use a joystick and throttle that fit the length of a human arm, and be sensed by the observation equipment used by humans, and withstand human overload. Such a thing is inherently destined to be human-like, and the more human-like and adaptable it is, the more terrifying its appearance will naturally be.

Casey sits in the ejection seat, filled with unmanned fighter jets and scattered wooden manipulator wreckage, a fantasy-like scene that actually happens in front of him.

Luckily, Bill the head wolf is back. He was right in front of him, fighting like a hero in his heart.

Casey felt that this scene was like a classic tragedy that he had read before: Achilles, the first warrior of Greece, in order to protect his lover Iphigenia from sacrifice, did not hesitate to stop Agamemnon's countless soldiers with his own strength, and he defeated one after another soldiers who dared to step forward, covered in scars and blood, all for Iphigenia. And where does the story end? Casey laughed helplessly at the thought of this.

In the story, when the priest raises his knife and slashes at Iphigenia's neck, she disappears, leaving only a deer with a severed head in the center.

Casey is always pessimistic, unless she can actually see a deer at this point.

She wanted to tell Sù Bill to let him go by himself. Your own plane can escape from the frenzied attack of the drone swarm. The odds are slim to none, and it's not as likely as seeing a deer at high altitude.

Bill was in a state of high physical and mental euphoria at this time. What he is engaged in is a tense "computational air battle", which can even be said to be like taking a math exam. The F-36 wearable fighter looks cool, but its small fuselage allows it to carry Bill's body. Fuel is limited and can barely be compensated for by in-flight refueling; The aircraft has only 160 rounds of ammunition in reserve, and even if the number of single shots is limited to 20 rounds with software control, it can only be fired 8 times at most, eliminating the 4 Walliers drones that have been killed. Now you can only destroy up to 4 more. With the frequency of each impact and the fastest speed that can be achieved now, it's easy to figure out how far you can theoretically run before you die.

The F-36 gives the number jù: it is impossible to return to the protective circle of the Prince Company anyway. Not even to the nearest double exorcism tower hunting area. This is a battle that is destined to go and never return.

Between thoughts, the "wooden arm" of the wolf Bill and the F-36 coordinated precisely, and another Walliers drone was smashed to pieces from the nose to the vent. In order to prevent the pile from releasing wooden people to scare himself, Bill broke them all with his men every time.

There were less than 60 remaining shells, which was only enough for half a second of firing.

He flew south along the edge of the hunting area with Casey, the viscous air wriggling on the surface of the plane like glue, and it was difficult to increase the speed. And with every kilometer run, the situation gets worse and worse. The direction of his and Casey's flight is gradually becoming the direction of the attack with their backs to the drone, which makes it increasingly difficult to cover.

"Casey, you fly ahead."

Bill gets out of the way. Slowing down to cover behind her F/A-18 fighter jet was the only way to do it. He didn't know why the drones were targeting Casey, but the drones couldn't aim and shoot under the interference of the Exorcism Tower's electronic countermeasures station, and could only rely on ramming. It would also be a good idea for him to get in the way of Casey and interfere with the drone's flight impact path. If there are other drones that overtake Bill's blockade, they are placed right under the muzzle.

The rest of the world, even if expected, is not too good. The number of drones began to multiply, and it seemed that the Walliers drones in the central belt were all converging here, and the triangular shadows swarming from all directions gradually developed from three or five groups just now to dense like locusts.

Bill piloted the F-36. Before, he could be like a goalkeeper in a penalty shootout, interfering left and right to pounce on the attack of the drone, and it didn't take long for him to start to lose sight of one or the other. The F-36 has a fully enclosed cockpit, which is quiet and windless, as if staying in a still space. Bill, the head wolf, sat in a custom-made ejection seat, his muscles tense but motionless. It even looks like a dull wooden manipulator. Only the eyeballs of both eyes are moving rapidly, and it seems that all the energy is concentrated on the helmet display. The more drones gather, the more they gather, and each interception needs to be effectively coordinated. These autopilots have completely dragged the head wolf, and he is like a male lion who has been attacked by a swarm of African flies.

In less than a moment, the aiming area of the helmet display suddenly turned red, and a drone behind it accelerated unexpectedly, and the head wolf passed through the left side as it turned to the right to squeeze in on other drones. Straight for Casey's F/A-18 fighter.

In an instant, the air froze, and Bill watched as a Walliers drone broke through his block. He calmly pulled the trigger, and the fuselage shook suddenly, and 20 shells were fired in a single shot, forming a burning neon in the air, and the hot whip-like trajectory completely swept the drone into pieces.

The shot seemed a little late, and the drone opened the landing gear bay before it was shattered, and a strange wooden manipulator crawled out of the gap inside, and jumped into the air, slowly drawing an arc. Bill looked at the wooden man's manipulator flying through the air, and even suspected that he was watching the Olympic floor exercise final.

The Wooden Man fell at almost the same speed as Casey, and it approached the advanced Hornet fighter and slid towards the air intake. At first, the head wolf felt that the drone was too disturbed to shoot, so he managed to throw his own wooden man into the air intake. But he quickly dismissed the idea. Walliers didn't need a wooden man, and if he did, he would just smash the wooden man at Casey's fighter jet, every part of the plane would be fragile, and there was no need to go out of his way to get into the air intake to destroy the engine.

Really. The wooden man twisted twice, missed the air intake, and reflexively stretched out his hands and grabbed the edge of the air intake. However, the relative speed difference was still too great, and the huge inertia suddenly tore off the wooden man's arms. All Bill saw was a fragmented handsless wooden man detached from Casey's plane, over his head, and falling in pieces.

Those two hands were still firmly on the air intake, but they couldn't move.

No matter how strong the city. Once there is a breach, the entire defense line will collapse in an instant. The swarm of drones has mastered Bill's interception jamming route. Quickly luring him off the axis with three planes, more drones took advantage of the rip-open breach to quickly swoop down on Casey's advanced bumblebee.

I was worried about the hands of the two wooden men just now, but now in just a few seconds, four wooden manipulators have been thrown on the fuselage of the Casey fighter. Two on the upper surface of the side strip, one on the left wing pylon, and one on the left vertical tail.

The aerodynamic balance of the Advanced Hornet was disrupted in an instant. However, under the new generation of flight control system and fly-by-wire adjustment, the on-board computer carries out deflection differential control on each rudder surface to make up for the unbalanced torque of the fuselage. Although this was effective, it took up the effective deflection angle of the aerodynamic rudder and the drag was greatly increased. Not only did the plane lose speed, but it was also unable to maneuver violently, and it was unable to roll sideways to shake off the monsters lying on its stomach.

"Kathy, stay still." As soon as Bill finished saying this, the cannon roared, and the cannonballs smashed the wooden man on the left flank like a thousand hammers.

Casey saw shells pass by the cockpit, and the plane's unsteady condition lessened. She looked at the F-36 fighter in the rearview mirror. I was suddenly convinced that Bill would be fine. For some reason, for the first time, Casey was so confident in victory, it was like some strange premonition, it was warm, and it felt like she would definitely see the sun tomorrow.

We will definitely win. The thought of being so confident is really invigorating. It was funny that she felt that she had always been so pessimistic in the past days, and that the sun would still rise tomorrow. He was disappointed in his parents and the army, and Bill always made himself feel sad, and no matter what he tried, he always couldn't get what he wanted.

But tomorrow is always a new day.

Casey was so confident that she wanted to concentrate on keeping flying and doing her best to work with Bill. This time you must escape with him, and the next thing is a new beginning.

At that moment, she suddenly felt something strange squirming in the left rearview mirror. Casey reached out and adjusted the rearview mirror, then turned his head to see that there was nothing. At this time, an inexplicable strange feeling of horror came out in my heart and spread rapidly throughout my body. She felt as if something was hiding in the shadows to watch what it would be, and she was not angry at all, like a messenger from hell.

Bill had stabilized the F-36 fighter and was ready to sweep away the remaining wooden men with a cannon. In the aiming markings, the wooden man maneuver is crawling on the fuselage of Casey's F/A-18E fighter jet, which has apparently evolved into some sort of humanoid Qì man. The function is no longer limited to flipping a switch with your arms and fingers, and you can even move your body in such harsh high-speed flight conditions.

What the hell are those guys doing?

He adjusts the magnification of the external remote photography system. The wooden man on the edge strip seems to be destroying the back of the plane, where the cables of the electrical system are concentrated; One was lying on the cockpit canopy, seemingly looking at Casey. There is another one that is missing, and it seems to be on the left side of the nose, and Bill can't see clearly.

Suddenly, Bill knew what the Wood Man was up to, and he had seen something similar in Osteria. Then when I think about it, it seems that all the questions have been answered. He had fully figured out why the Wood Men had stormed the hunting area, why they were carrying the Wood Figures, and what Casey's purpose was.

It's a pity that it's too late.

He only had time to shout, "Casey! Get ready to skydive! ”

The wooden man, obscured by the edges, seemed to be operating something.

Suddenly, a cloud of green smoke exploded from the cockpit of the F/A-18E, and the entire nose of the aircraft was covered in flames, completely engulfing Casey's figure. (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. )