The once magnificent blue sky dome no longer exists at this time.

The gloomy, terrifying, chilling crimson clouds seemed to go mad and rolled up overhead like a high wall, a tsunami of blood. There were no lights or moving objects on the earth, and all life seemed to be ended at this moment.

The blood clouds trembled and resonated, and they seemed to be affected by the song, eager to expand and engulf everything.

The creepy melody echoes between the struck headphones and the ear canal, like a ghost entering his own brain and chanting directly to his consciousness. He first heard this ballad in Death Valley, and after the matter between Maggie and Lee was resolved, he finally didn't have to be tortured anymore. Unexpectedly, in the days that followed, Kara inexplicably began to hum. I wanted to ask her about the origin of the song, but Kara kept flashing her words. She kept singing, but she didn't want anyone to know. In retrospect, it feels like every time Kara sings, it doesn't look like a woman chanting out of emotion, it's closer to some kind of practice. She always looked in a mirror in the corner and sang simply, as if she wanted to use the mirror to correct her mouth shape and pronunciation, like a ballet dancer in a practice room. Every time she practiced, she always had a strange look in her eyes.

Meng Hit is very interested in the content of the lyrics. He had heard Chinese lyrics, and it was not unusual that many of the post-war songs had been adapted into Chinese in order to gain wider influence. At least make it easier to write down and transcribe the striking. At first, he thought that it was just a Western classical song, a palace, a poem, or something, which didn't seem to be a common thing in this era, but he couldn't find it anywhere. After thinking about it, he also considered whether the lyrics contained any information, such as Kara's birthplace, or some secret location. It's a pity that if there are no more clues, it can only end here. After all, this song is so uncomfortable that no ordinary person would want to listen to it a second time, if you study it carefully all day. You have to go crazy. The first time Meng Hit heard this song, it was almost from Maggie's necromancy, he didn't want to gain insight into the hellish world after death, there were already so many disasters in the human world, where could he take care of the underworld.

Now that Carla is singing the song again, there must be something wrong.

The lamentations of hell are all in my ears. For some reason, I felt wet and sticky, and it was very uncomfortable. Mengbang starts to pull the rod and climb quickly. Now he still cares about the battle formation, although he didn't care about the formation maintenance before.

"Kara! Answer me, Kara. "Mengsheng repeatedly called on the radio.

He shouted as hard as he could, eager to stick the walkie-talkie microphone down his throat. I have a very bad premonition in my heart, and in my own experience, Maggie of the Vespa Fighting Team passed on the soul of the dead to Lee after death, including this song, of course; Now that Kara has also begun to chant, there is certainly reason to say that this terrible ghost has possessed Kara. Deeper into it, it's even more terrifying: Maggie's mad soul may not be her own, but some older female ghost.

Thinking of this, he was shocked by a layer of white hairy sweat.

Meng is a typical Central Continenter. They worship ghosts and gods, but they do not believe in them and have no religious beliefs. Because he can't accept anything that doesn't make sense, inconsistencies, or any adaptations or explanations for compromise. If you insist on this, you will not be able to tolerate those so-called sacred and true scriptures that are interpreted back and forth in order to excuse yourself, then it is better not to believe for the time being. Anyway, my soul is good, and I don't need to rely on other immortals to do psychological treatment for myself.

He wasn't afraid of any evil spirits about Kara, and Alyssie, the eldest lady of Osteria, often took on the appearance of her mother under some kind of circumstance.

The worry of Meng Struck is whether the real Kara is still alive zài.

Lee in Death Valley can still operate fighter jets. But the consciousness was gone, gone. The memory is completely erased, and the brain seems to have another person, and it is just a fragment of some obsession, not a complete personality at all. Regardless of whether this ** is alive or not, the real Li no longer exists in this world.

As for Kara, it is also possible that her brain has been irreversibly damaged by the combination of drugs and hypnosis, and it may be irreversible at this moment.

"Kara! Carla! ”

Meng Shout over and over again. Her plane was overhead, but somehow she couldn't get close.

At this moment, another voice burst in, stunned, reed, like a music box, with very inappropriate wording: "Your wingman pilot has normal vital signs and normal flight conditions." ”

"Shut up!" After roaring, Meng suddenly realized that this was the intelligent cockpit system of the J-20, so he added according to the standard wording: "Stop the status monitoring of friendly aircraft and strengthen the search for the main target." ”

"There are highly threatening targets approaching. The quantity is, 1. ”

The sentence break of the cockpit system is a bit problematic.

"Stop the voice report and show the situation on the left monitor."

The annoying computer voice finally stopped, and the multifunction display on the left side of the dashboard began to scroll through the alerts and situation charts, and there was indeed a target coming straight towards the side of the attack, and judging by the path and the junction, the other party did not happen to pass by.

What the hell would that be, Meng Struck glanced at the high-speed moving target on the multifunction display. It is really strange that the J-20 is an advanced fighter that participated in the First Sino-Japanese War, and whether it is the non-cooperative target recognition capability of the fire control radar or the information database, it is enough to actively identify most of the aircraft produced before the end of the war.

His mind was like lightning, this goal was creeping up, and it was a big threat to Kara. Could it be the Walliers drone of the former US continent, Meng Strike has really suffered enough from drones here, and there are indeed a large number of runaway drones roaming around here.

However, Mengsheng ruled out this idea, and his intuition told him that the target he was approaching was even more unbelievable, and its trajectory was erratic, not exactly like it was flying in the direction of Mengsheng or Kara, but closer to flying along the path of the song. The actions of the other party are reminiscent of evil spirits with festering eyes that cannot be transcended, roaming the world, unable to see with their eyes, and only searching for food by the scent of the living.

It was such a target that was intercepted by the radar. If you think of the area around Meng Struck and Kara as a spherical area that is moving at high speed and emits a scent, the intercepted target is like a blind demon who has captured the smell of human flesh, and the stronger the scent, the more advanced it goes, and the smell fades and changes direction.

Inexplicably, Meng Struck felt like a child hiding from a nightmare, trying to hide under the covers so that he wouldn't be discovered.

I haven't noticed it yet, but my heart is entangled in this ghostly target. The situation is very similar to Death Valley, with eerie singing in the blood-red storm.

Carla once told herself that the Vespa Combat Team had used a brain-computer exchange system to experiment with connections between multiple people, and that the members had lived together for a long time, and that the members had some kind of extraordinary induction and tacit understanding with each other.

He struggled to climb quickly. The Kara's F-14 cruising altitude is higher than its own, coupled with the surging power of the improved F110 engine, which is far superior to that of the purely domestic J-20ASV. If you want to increase the rate of climb, the speed will inevitably be affected, and the result is that the faster you climb, the farther away from Kara.

Time is running out.

Cruise missiles with nuclear warheads that cut the front US central line are being released from the belliels of three B-72 giant strategic bombers, and one city after another is being melted by high temperatures in the rising mushroom cloud, and then hit **** flat, and the entire continent is almost isolated by an endless ravine.

In the face of the three American-made 100-day ghost combat weapons, every bullet and every drop of fuel is extremely cherished. But the blow was completely ignored, and he could never have left Kara and fled this terrible area on his own.

There's never been a better time to test the engine's new capabilities.

Meng Struck glanced at the instrument panel and made sure the information gathering pod was recording. The right hand holds the joystick steadily, and it can even be said that it is firmly fixed, because the next power release may turn the J-20 into a runaway beast. The left hand is removed from the thrust economy automatic control on the installation panel and replaced with a full manual operation. The next step is to complete the atmospheric parameter detection and the state setting of the parts, and complete all the work before the engine working mode conversion. As a final step, take a deep breath, remove the cover, and flip the switch.

The conversion of the double-shot cycle stamping mode is completed.

At this moment, the world suddenly fell silent. The manic wind, structural vibrations, and electronic equipment noises were all gone, and even the usually noisy intelligent cockpit system was shut up, and the whole person seemed to have suddenly fallen into a well. Next, the scene in front of him seemed to enter a space-time tunnel, and the blood-red clouds turned into bright lines of flames, converging into a path of light particles in front of him. The back of the ejection seat seems to contain overwhelming power, pushing itself forward, and this sudden acceleration feels like the body has been pushed away, but the soul remains in place, and the consciousness is chasing after the body.

The whole time, there was not a single sound.

The loud howl of the engine's ramjet mode can completely shake the nearby people crazy, but it can't catch up with the attack. He has long been ahead of the wind, before the sound, and even before time.

Kara's F-14 is getting closer.

Her plane was like some kind of plankton, hanging in mid-air, silently waiting for the attack to arrive.

The J-20 stabbed the dense blood cloud into a cone-shaped passage like a shuttle dart, and rushed all the way to Kara's plane with a magnificent cyan flame.

The slam twisted the fuselage from the side and flipped upside down, pressing his head down in front of Kara's cockpit, where he wanted to see her with his own eyes.

"Kara! Look at me, what's going on. ”

At this time, the picture in front of me was astonishing. The F-14 fighter is no longer Kara, not his own wingman pilot, or the sensitive, meticulous girl. Meng Zhu knew what it was, he had seen it in Death Valley with his own eyes. It wasn't any one who was sure, but the host of the American whooping ghosts. (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. )