The feeling of hesitation and helplessness is maddening. There was a pair of eyes in the sky looking left and right, as if they had lost their souls. It was Carla Twist Green, she was never so dazed, even the F-14A fighter was a little overwhelmed, and the heavy fuselage weighed down the air intakes. The heavy variable-swept wing fighter had almost exhausted its fuel in the battle of Sawtooth Hill just now, and it was impossible to start the afterburner again, and the plane might not be able to hold out for too long. She wanted to get back to Changji, but she couldn't get any closer to him. The J-20ASV piloted by Meng Zheng hung high overhead, as if frozen in time and space. The fuselage, the size of a black dot, seems to be moving slowly, but it can't get closer. Kara tried everything she could to climb, accelerate, and climb again, but he was always so far away. The fuselage of the F-14 shook incessantly, and the dust in the bulkhead was shaken up and floated to the chest. The ejection seat sends the shiver of the plane to the heart, making people feel sick. Closer, it seems to be catching up. The corners of Kara's mouth curled slightly, and she felt that hope was coming, and at this moment, the forward passive alarm suddenly beeped. The body instinctively leans sideways to avoid the axis of flight. It's a self-preservation move that is rooted in the fighter pilot's muscles, but Kara regrets it. The height of the F-14 has dropped quite a bit, and all the efforts just now have been in vain.

"Even if you can catch up, you can't get any closer, you will definitely die."

There was a voice in my head.

Isn't the passive warning just now the best evidence, it's a hundred day ghost. Near him, he'll burn her to the ground, char, and ashes.

"Nope." Kara stared at the J-20 in the head-up display, "It's okay at all. Whether it's a whooping ghost or not has nothing to do with me, that's my long machine. "One last bit of fuel, I have to go back to him. The process is extremely difficult. The F-14, which could not turn on the afterburner, wanted to climb to the position of the J-20, which was tantamount to a person whose legs were cut off and barely climbed Mount Everest. Kara is still insisting that if she dies, she wants to be buried in her hometown of Ligaocheng; If she lives, she must live in a meaningful place.

This is the struggle of a strong woman, but her strength ends abruptly in the next moment.

The media broadcast on the radio has a piece of news that makes Kara flustered.

She, like other safari mercenaries, relied on the news to keep abreast of the war. In the post-war world, where AWACS aircraft and command centers were lacking, the news media sometimes provided comprehensive and timely information on the ground, and many mercenaries relied on the news to understand the situation and launch attacks. It's just that after Kara learned about Chloe and Meng's past, she began to have an inexplicable disgust for it. Today is a special day, and Chloe's voice is heard on every channel.

Kara only cared about one of the words.

Chloe had just said on the radio: "Hit, he found something, or rather encountered something." He met ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly.

When Kara heard this, it was almost as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole brain was blank, and she seemed to be in an all-white room with a mirror in the middle, and in the mirror were countless of herself. Carla was asking her in the mirror, she was talking to herself. She was a member of the Vespa Fighting Team, and her consciousness often sought answers in divisions:

"Who did you meet?"

"Who else could it be." Self answer in the rearview mirror.

"Really? No way, we've been to the other side of the world, where there's nothing. ”

"Lies." In the mirror, Kara's eyes were terrifying, as if they were all white, "On the other side of the lie, we are trapped in our own world, and it is all an illusion." ”

"And has he arrived, Meng, in another world on the other side?"

"Only he can get there."

"Who the hell is the person he meets, could it be them?"

"Is there any other answer?" "What about the evidence?" "His brain. The Vespa Combat Team's consciousness was connected to his brain in the three B-72s. ”

"I don't believe it. There is no zài in the world on the other side, let's face the reality, try to face the reality! ”

"Forgetting jì is equivalent to betrayal, you, me, have lost themselves together, and there is no difference between the walking dead!"

"What do you think I should do?"

"Kill him, use his Hundred Days system."

“……”

"Kill him, you must obey ......"

There was a crack, and Kara smashed the mirror. The explosion-proof film of military aircraft stuck to the glass shards, and the whole mirror seemed to be covered with cobwebs.

She gasped for air, large beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, down her eyebrows, across her sockets, and into her eyes along the fine lines, making her feel spicy and painful. Popping off the goggles, his left hand barely wiped it through the glove, and the light in front of him appeared brighter.

Kara can always talk to herself in the mirror, and the mutual thinking of split consciousness is almost done in another time and space, no matter how long she talks with her heart, real time will not pass. But Kara didn't want to delay for half a second, she just wanted to return to Meng's side as much as possible, eliminate the combat target together, and return to the base. Then ask him and listen to him himself.

Suddenly, the light in front of him became more and more dazzling, and a large number of rocket-propelled engine flashes appeared on the northern skyline.

As a fighter pilot, he is very sensitive to high-altitude flashes. This strange light, which suddenly emits a flare and gradually weakens, means that someone has launched an air-to-air missile. Only by observing the flash flash at the first time can we accurately judge the parameters of the missile attack and make accurate evasions. Whether or not you can survive on the battlefield and observe the flashes is a must.

It's just that since the end of the First Sino-Japanese War, Kara has never seen so many flashes of advancement, almost connecting into a smudged bright line in the distance.

If the flash lasts for a long time, it is not directed towards oneself. Kara's heart sank, and she let the on-board radar determine who the patches of air-to-air missiles were aimed at. None of these missiles are stealthy, and they can naturally be tracked with traditional Doppler radars, but the distance locked by the stable dìng is relatively close. Her cheeks twitched, but there was no need to judge that the large swarm of missiles was flying towards Meng.

Radar scans came in, and the improved integrated cockpit allowed her to operate the fire control system independently. There is no doubt that such a terrible scale is the "saturation of the Eagle Wall" of the former US Air Force, the anti-100-day ghost suicide charge specially developed in the First Sino-Japanese War.

Carla remembers the actual combat results of this tactic in the former US Navy, all these people will die, but they will also die if they are attacked, and everyone will die, which is a self-inflicted tragedy. "Hell! Damn it! Her mantra has completely been distorted into a smash. The F-14 fighter was the world's first long-range interceptor, and it was also after the war. The world's only fire control system is capable of intercepting aircraft and missiles at the same time. But Kara's height is too low and her speed is not enough.

She turned on the maximum range of scanning and performed a pulsed Doppler search; Forcibly raise the scanning angle, fix it in the range of 55 degrees and 15 degrees, manually assign targets, and prepare for lateral sector launches, or strafing, at certain intervals, to disrupt the offensive formation. This is the standard procedure for former US Navy carrier-based aircraft to defend their motherships and their homes. Today, Carla is defending the meaning of her existence.

These heavy air-to-air missiles were originally intended to be thrown at Arnold and to take revenge on them.

The remaining fuel should also be used for the final charge and reaching the goal. She ignored it. The two engines of the F-14 once again ignited 100 percent full afterburner. Suddenly, a brute force suddenly lifted the fighter weighing dozens of tons and accelerated upward. With the help of this force, the six AIM-54 Immortal Bird missiles broke away from the pylons, the rocket propulsion engines started, and accelerated in turn, moving forward like heavy hammers.

Six fan-shaped white smoke appeared in front of him, which would intercept the first wave of air-to-air missiles involved in the saturation attack, and then use the flames and debris of the explosion to force the attacking aircraft group to disband the formation, completely destroying the coordination of the saturation eagle wall.

A ride is a thousand, this is a woman made without even the slightest hesitation.

Kara gasped for air, and whirring filled the cabin. Beads of sweat continued to fall down and run down the neck, soaking the collar and lining of the flight suit.

Her lips twitched slightly, and she was counting the seconds, ready to begin a second round of close-range interceptions with Sidewinder missiles.

Time almost stood still.

"Is this helping the Hundred Days?" The voice came again, "The Centennial Ghost is molting, and when it completes its metamorphosis, the end of the world will come." Why help the ...... of the 100 Days"

Kara lifted her hand and snapped the other two mirrors to an almost twisted angle, unable to see herself or behind her. She needs to concentrate on interception. The fire control was changed to infrared targeting and the last two Sidewinder missiles were fired towards the most conspicuous and concentrated spout flames.

The final moment came.

She knows how to intercept the saturated eagle wall of the Air Force. After the end of the First Sino-Japanese War, the former U.S. Air Force was divided into many parts and blocks, and none of the troops were controlled. And the biggest enemy that the Navy needs to defend against has become its former partner, the Air Force. Intercepting the Saturated Eagle Wall was a subject she and the Vespa Combat Team had practiced many times. However, the result of each simulation is that he must use his cannon to intercept the last high-altitude fleet and then crash into the group.

She glanced back, and Meng Zhu was there, he must be watching him.

Suddenly, Carla realizes that she was wrong.

When she tried her best to intercept the saturated eagle wall of the Northern Army, she didn't expect a ray of light to shoot from behind her. Any light that moves in the air is a messenger of death.

"It can't be him."

The light is approaching.

She couldn't look in the rearview mirror, just twisted her head vigorously and looked back at the bright light behind her.

"No, no way, that's not him." Kara muttered softly, in a small, calm voice, like a prayer. As she whispered, there were more and more spots of light in her line of sight, was that a missile, or a calibration laser for aiming. Her eyes could barely see anything, and on all sides were spots of missile-propelled light, like the eyes of a pack of wolves, trapping her in the center. The spots of light grew larger and larger, becoming neon-like. She realized that she had shed tears inexplicably, and her eyes became blurry.

"It's so bright, it's like heaven." Kara muttered to herself, the nursery rhyme ringing in her head again. Angels have come to meet her.