In the state of thermal communication in air combat, the headset is 'mixed' and 'chaotic' and noisy. The radio equipment of all parties is like a permanent light on the side of the road, which is never turned off. Although the consciousness of the brain has long been 'confused' and 'chaotic' by its own violent gasps, and it is extremely anxious, it seems that only by breathing in this way will it not suffocate to death.

This is the common situation of every mercenary in the hunting area, they are like the crew members who witnessed the tornado on the same ship, although they are in the cockpit of different types and different fighters, but they all have the same expression. His eyes were wide open, his chin drooped, his entire forehead skin folded back and up, shock and fear crawled all over his face, as if every inch of his body wanted to escape.

A trembling middle-aged male pilot's voice came from the headphones: "Is that true, guys, do you see?" ”

Everyone saw it, but no one believed it. In the middle of the silence, another person shouted: "Drone! The drone came in. He was referring to the most sensitive topic in mercenary circles in the former US Federal Territories - the entry of unmanned fighter jets into the free hunting zone.

Suddenly, the hunting area exploded like an oil pot, and the radio spread outward like a sea 'wave'. The mercenaries shouted warnings to each other, as if the jackals had spotted a giant cobra: "Attention, attention! Drones are coming in! ”

After the war, the former US mainland fell into the darkest period, and no one even cared about killing people, arson, breaking embankments, and poisoning, but drones entering the field of manned fighter planes were the most perverse first-class crimes.

The cold and ruthless Pan-American Entente unmanned fighter jets have been replacing safari mercenaries in the security space for a long time. Although the mercenaries here are all sloppy-looking and dirty-dressed "flowers" in the public impression, they seem to be the best 'hotbeds' for infectious diseases. But compared to the high-end and shiny cold-blooded drones, the mercenaries are actually very gentle, they never spread any epidemics, they rarely even 'disturb' unrelated people, and even 'melee' knows to avoid national parks; unlike the Pan American Pact drones, which are security fighters that integrate trial and law enforcement, they never care about carrying out any lethal attacks, and they never take life seriously.

The clear divide did not last long, and the introduction of the free hunting zone policy broke the checks and balances between the two sides.

The northern states were the first to establish free hunting zones in the central belt with political funds, attracting mercenaries from the south to kill each other here, giving them more money and higher mortality rates; On the other hand, it has continuously persuaded the southern states to adopt the unmanned security plan of Shishi Military Company and implement drone domination.

The Free Hunting Zone is probably the most magnificent gladiatorial arena project in human history, and the ever-expanding range of the hunting area has turned almost the entire central belt into a bloody arena for "warriors" to win money and honor with their lives. Countless able-bodied, impulsive and optimistic young people fought here, driving the economically underdeveloped central region to carry out logistics and television broadcasting-related business, seeking benevolence and wealth seeking wealth, and more importantly, quickly eliminating those thorny mercenary groups left over from the First Sino-Japanese War.

Tromp's most inspiring statement is that the Free Hunting Zone should benefit everyone. In order to dispel the concerns of the safari mercenaries who retreated to the Southern States, the Northern Free States cooperated with the Pan American Entente to come up with a set of rules and regulations, the most important of which was that unmanned fighters would never enter the Free Hunting Zone. For mercenaries, the hunting area is their pure land, and it is also where the dignity of "manned" lies.

No fighter jets are allowed to enter the place, and only the real brave and warriors are welcome in the bloody slaughterhouse, not the villains who rely on the computer to steal and play tricks and hide behind the unmanned control system to release cold guns.

On the face of it, it is, and so do the mercenaries. But to tell the truth, even if the same fighter and weapons are used, the 'handover' ratio of drones to mercenaries may still be as high as 30 to 1, which is completely an overwhelming 'sex' generation advantage.

Interestingly, the Northern Free States also raised their hands to welcome the policy of excluding drones in hunting areas. You must know that a large part of their income comes from TV broadcasts and advertisements, and what the audience wants to watch is a fight with flesh and blood. Think about it, who would 'spend' money to buy a ticket to see two piles of steel collide, so what's the point.

The prohibition of fighter jets from entering the free hunting zone has become an iron law in the former United States, far beyond the three principles of aircraft and man. Drones can kill, self-scrap or destroy, but they must not cross a minefield and enter a hunting area.

In this way, the hunting area became a refuge for the opponents of human chauvinism and mechanization, who not only worked, fought, but even moved in, and gradually became more and more inhabited.

The reason they came to this place was not because they hated fighter jets in general. More importantly, they believe that the Centoulias are fully automated weapons of revenge, and they will not be able to enter this last refuge of humanity.

As more and more believers believe in the Pure Land Theory of Hunting Areas, several free states in the central part of the country have also begun to build new mercenary towns, which is a good trend for the state government Fu who lacks tax sources, so the government Fu army is also sparing no effort to drive away the surrounding unmanned fighters, even if it is for show.

Various facilities have also been set up in the hunting area, the most conspicuous of which is the huge and majestic electronic countermeasure jamming tower, which is used to jam the control of electronic 'waves' by drones and carry out electronic attacks on them. The whole tower body is composed of steel structure, because of its both practical "sex" and totem "sex" quality, most of the interference towers built in various places are exaggerated and peculiar in appearance, and some are even bigger than the Eiffel Tower. The people in the hunting area informally refer to them as the Demon Rejection Towers or Demon Rejection Towers, and some of the mega interference towers have independent nicknames, such as the Eternal Shield or the Holy Invisible Wall, which sounds quite fantastical.

The credo that drones cannot enter the hunting area, which was originally just an agreement between Trongas, the Pan American Entente, and the Free State, now seems to have become some kind of giant spell that envelops the hunting area entirely. In people's eyes, this will make those who don't have brains to control their weapons feel terrified.

Now the spell is broken.

Under the canopy, the unscrupulous monster has a spindle-shaped flat head, and the head without the manned cockpit looks very strange, like some kind of animal that has had its eyes gouged out and its skull shaved off, which is terrifying. What else could this be, any mercenary can see that this is the Walliers vertical take-off and landing stealth unmanned fighter entrusted by the Pan-American Entente to be managed by Shishi Military Company.

Everyone witnessed the fighter breaking through the prohibitions in the program control, turning a blind eye to the electronic jamming tower, and trampling on the pure land of mankind under the autonomous control.

The terrible scream of the drone resounded through the sky, and the tone of the new engine was so strange and peculiar that all the nomadic mercenaries in the airspace were dumbfounded, and they almost let go of the '' longitudinal stick and let the plane enter the automatic level flight cruise, staring intently at the flat, black monster. In an instant, these people were almost panicked, and their minds were 'confused' and 'chaotic'. Many of the young men who had not made it to the war, or who had taken refuge in the hunting area due to the phobia of whooping ghosts, were almost pale with fright. There are also those who like to bluff or the leaders of the organization, all of whom think that this is an early test of the large-scale attack of the human region by the fighter jets. Not a single person wanted to attack the unmanned fighter. The purely computer-controlled, emotionless killing machine has a natural deterrent effect on human beings with flesh and blood. The all-black 'colored' Walliers drone was not unhurried, and flew straight ahead, completely ignoring the mercenary fighters flying around. Casey sat in the cockpit as the cannon and fire control radar were unlocked and placed in zero. She knew that the drone was aimed at herself. The headless demon that rushed head-on, face-to-face had extremely low radar visibility, and there was nothing to be done with the radar of this Super Hornet. The last ten seconds came, and I didn't expect that this was the countdown to my life.