In the thick clouds of blood, he is playing hide and seek with ghosts. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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The thought that this was the enemy teasing him, he was furious, but there was nothing he could do. The aircraft is suffering from strong electromagnetic pulse interference, and the airborne identification and response of friend and foe and fire control radars cannot provide effective information at all, and the infrared search and targeting system cannot penetrate the thick blood mist in front of it. Although the body is flying, it is now completely different from the deaf and blind.

The Whooping Oni was developed for this kind of combat environment.

If, as early as the First Sino-Japanese War, a large-scale nuclear war broke out around the world, and the liaison and command system completely collapsed, the fierce beast under his crotch would break free from the reins, turn into an evil ghost, and launch a devastating attack on any neighboring country. The horror of the Whoom is precisely this, it is an automatic retaliation weapon platform born in a nuclear-bound environment, and once it is subjected to a nuclear attack, the Whooping Oni does not care who the enemy is, who the nuclear bomb droppers, and who the decision-maker is. Its mission is to take indiscriminate revenge on all nations of the world and drag them all into nuclear war.

This was the nuclear binding strategy before the outbreak of the First Sino-Japanese War, and once a nuclear bomb was used, no one would be able to escape from it.

Since the day of the birth of the Whooping Oni, the enemy has been all mankind.

Now, Meng Strike feels like it's about to move. Although the radiation fallout from the small tactical nuclear bomb detonated by Arnold has not yet affected the area, the surrounding blood cloud is the product of dark red light. But the J-20ASV fighter seemed to smell the smell of nuclear smoke clouds, and the fuselage trembled with excitement, as if Sun Wukong, who had been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, was about to be torn apart when he heard the gold-lettered post of Ah Tuo, and he couldn't help but be excited.

For the first time, he felt the strange feeling that the fighter was even more eager to fight than he was. Gripping the joystick in his right hand, he had to make it clear to the beast who was really in charge on the battlefield.

In Meng's eyes, the most important thing is Kara, not the mushroom cloud that rises into the sky. Maybe in the eyes of the public, he is a hero, and heroes should focus on the overall situation and sacrifice themselves as a habit. If he leaves Kara aside, abandons her, and rushes to fight to the death with the American Whooping Ghost B72 like a hero needed by the former American people. Throwing away your own life may save more people from the fear of a nuclear attack. In this way, the Montene may become a monument in the former American region.

Different people will have their own ideas about which of the two is more important. But it's impossible for Meng to give up Kara, just as it's impossible to get rid of his responsibility to the Hundred Days. As one of the founders of the Hundred Day Ghost, it is my responsibility to destroy this kind of thing; As Kara's long-term machine, her safety must be ensured. He has always been unafraid to face responsibility. Do what you have to do. As for the people of the former United States, everyone has had their own opportunities. Everyone also has to face a choice. In the chaotic era of the end of France after the war, willing to be a lamb can only be slaughtered.

It's harder to find Calabi and kill the Centennial Oni, just as it's harder to save people than to kill them.

The clouds grew denser, and the bloody mist on both sides of the canopy almost turned into some kind of plasma that was as thick as porridge and could not be dissolved. The cockpit was no longer the crisp hissing of high-speed airflow, but more like the gurgling of dirty water in a stinky gutter. There were only colors in front of the windshield, like a paint pan of cinnabar and magenta mixed together, and nothing could be seen except the whole color. Not to mention Kara's F14, you can't even see the wind and clouds. It's like falling into a glass of tomato juice.

Behind him, several black ghosts loomed. Meng Zhen estimated that there were at least three, small in size, flying wing layout, anyway, it was either an x47 or an unmanned fighter like Walliers, although he didn't know their purpose, he didn't pose a threat to himself.

"Kara, answer immediately"

There was no response.

Close your eyes. All the search devices and sensors of the whole machine are like their own five senses and skin touch. Although the line of sight is zero and the noise is chaotic, there is a certain feeling of darkness between the wingmen who have a tacit understanding. Meng Zheng thought in his brain, Kara was in a sharp turn to the right when he finally fell, and the nose down fell quickly, but at least the plane would not stall, and it was quite controllable. She was in her last moments before falling. Should have given up driving. According to this feeling, Meng Zheng gradually grasped the veins in his mind.

He began to make corrections to the plane's movements, diving in the direction of his senses.

The ghosts behind him followed more closely, and more and more. Sometimes there are three planes in sight at the same time, and the total number is probably six or eight. The question of what their purpose is increasingly arousing the curiosity of Meng. Perhaps, seeing that two fighter jets are about to crash and hit the ground. They are like vultures, coming with the smell of death. The group of drones seemed to have predicted the death of Meng and Kara in advance, and they were waiting for a full meal.

Whether he approached Kara, or whether he had already exceeded it, there is no way to know.

"Kara, do you hear that, answer."

He kept calling, thinking about the possibilities. She may have parachuted out, so she could locate the Guò beacon transmitter and should be able to find her by contacting the employees of Tinti at the Tonopah base. However, Kara's last words did not look like she would parachute, but rather chase after her sister. She said, "This is also my best time", what time can it be, of course, to go to Huangquan with the Vespa fighting team.

She must not be allowed to do that, this is giving up.

The brains of the struck are like movie clips or soccer goal highlights, quickly filtering the rescue options that can be adopted. Since Carla was flipping and diving just now, she had a chance to approach her from the back of the plane. Her F14 has undergone a system upgrade and has an ejection mechanism to protect the pilot. All he can do is fire from the guò cannon, smash Kara's canopy, and let the ejection seat burst out and enter the automatic program. It sounds too risky and even surreal, and shooting the canopy is something that Meng Strike did while playing a flying game before the war, and in reality, no one can guarantee that it will work.

He remembered Alyssie of Osteria. The eldest lady can approach low-speed planes in the air, break into or snatch control of planes, and even approach people who are falling or parachuting in the air with the help of wingsuit flight suits. But I can't do it now, although it's not a big deal to take a risk, but the whooping ghost was not designed to carry people, and it is impossible to have a perfect Aercab out-of-cabin equipment and Fulton recovery system, and it is already a blessing to be able to put a chair in the cabin for people to sit on.

The solution he can come up with is probably to stimulate Kara's F14 to enter the emergency automatic skydiving program as much as possible, and if Kara's ejection seat can't separate on its own, he even plans to get out of the cabin and glide directly to her to open the parachute. This is also thanks to the fact that this Hundred Day Ghost is not meant to be driven by people. Therefore, Meng Zheng was wearing ** skydiving equipment. As for the J-20ASV under the crotch, don't forget that it is a 100-day ghost, and you can switch to the automatic control mode, and you can land vertically at your own landing point. Ensuring Kara's safety is the decisive moment with the American-made Hundred Days.

It seems like a brilliant idea, and it sounds perfect.

However, Meng Zheng suddenly shocked himself into a cold sweat.

He finally understood what the hell the ghostly drones behind him were up to.

All of them are qiē. are all pointing to the zinnifer prototype under their crotch

Meng Ji remembered the relay message just now, Lei Yujian said that Arnold had obtained the Northern Army Hundred Day Ghost B72 and the Southern Army Hundred Day Ghost F36. And I'm even more interested in myself.

Could it be that the stupid and weird forward-swept striped QF16 just now, the strange singing, the inexplicable encounters and attacks, and the unmanned fighter following behind them, all for one purpose: to lure themselves into adjusting the J-20ASV to the automatic control mode and then parachute away, and they began to seize the prototype of the Whooping Ghost.

It's really insidious, the drone behind it may have an electronic infiltration function, or it is to assist in positioning and escorting a certain electronic infiltration special operations aircraft nearby.

Mengzhu couldn't have imagined that Arnold was much crazier than he was. They were drones carrying wooden man's simulators, and Arnold was going to do it again. Use the same method you used to deal with Bill, the head wolf, to deal with Meng's blow.

Who Jean Bill once said, "I sometimes feel like I'm being struck by the same people as I am." Arnold had written it down.

Meng clenched his teeth, this time he had to kill Arnold. What to do now, if you rescue Kara, it means that you will release the primordial Hundred Days with your own hands. He knows that the J-20ASV system only has a platform, just like a brainless baby; Arnold is afraid that he will use the wasp combat system of the Hundred Day Oni in the North and South to implant it into the brain of this primordial demon to create a new and hybrid new demon king.

A glance in the rearview mirror reveals that the drone swarm is unpredictable. There were no special electronic infiltrators nearby, and if you fought in this thick cloud, Kara would fall to the ground before the battle was over.

But no matter what tactics he uses to rescue Kara, these drones will interfere, and no matter how perfect the plan is, it will be futile, plus how can he let the primordial centennial ghost come back to life. I worked hard for so long with my life in order to dig up the original embryo of the Hundred Day Oni from the ruins of the war and completely destroy this thing.

Do you want to become a sinner who created the devil with your own hands?

It's too late, and a choice must be made.

Carla replied to Mong Strike called again.

Suddenly, he heard movement in his ears, a voice from a long distance. The familiar and slightly hoarse female voice, the rude tone mixed with the delicate and sensitive emotion, this is exactly Kara's gasp. Incredible.

There was a crackling in the headphones, and there was a snapping switch break. Immediately after, Kara's voice came: "Meng"

"Great, Carla, where are you."

"Meng, it's me, I'm looking for you, come to me."

It was indeed Kara's voice, she was fully recovered, which was great news. However, it always sounds like something is wrong.

"Come on, Meng, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

For some reason, Mong shuddered, which wasn't like what Kara would say.

There seemed to be a deep well with a black hole in front of him, and suddenly he spewed out endless fear, drowning himself like black ghost water.

The sky outside the windshield had changed, it was no longer blood red, and the red in the thick clouds was rapidly fading, becoming dull, the color of death hell, an indescribable feeling, a pitch black that shone like asphalt.

"Come on, come on, Meng."

The sound pierced his eardrum and pierced his heart. The whole body is going to be swallowed up by the hell in front of you. 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