"There was no explosion, the man was not dead."

"Kill! Sharp turn, slaughtered the guy. We can't be the only ones who suffer. "Fence up, fence it quickly." Casey's headphones filled the airspace with the shouts of the group of nomadic mercenaries in the airspace, and he felt a deep chill in his heart. Apparently the safari mercenaries were aware that a PMC employee had broken into the hunting area, and it was like a working dog that had strayed into a pack of jackals and was either in the same boat or torn apart by them.

The surrounding area was filled with the murderous and piercing shouts of mercenaries, which was extremely uncomfortable. Casey was half-lying in the cramped, suffocating cockpit, looking at the smiling faces, and the feeling was indescribable. Under the dark and deep sky, she felt as if she was buried in a deep tomb, but she was still alive. Yes, it feels like you're being buried alive. She could breathe and her heart beat, but she was buried like a dead person.

The cries of death were in my ears, and my noses were filled with the smell of decay, what else could this be. The hunting area is a living cemetery, and everyone lies in the grave when they kill someone. She was told before she learned to fly that the cockpit of an airplane was the pilot's coffin. In front of me, countless fighter jets were flying, which were countless coffins, trapping the souls of mercenaries in them. The tail flame of the plane's vent is a little green at night, like a phosphorescent ghost fire swimming in the airplane; There was a white mist wriggling on the wings, and it was clearly maggots crawling all over the fuselage.

Where else in the world can there be such a horror spectacle, of course, a cemetery. On top of the head is a long, stiff lid that is only about 5 centimeters from the head, extending from the top of the head to the feet, covering the body tightly. Lying in a coffin, so you can witness this bizarre world of death.

Take a closer look at these nomadic mercenaries who moved into the former American continent under post-war propaganda, which bills itself as "open to killing, bloodthirsty freedom." "This group of people lives by killing other lives to make a living, they smell the same, they bite each other, give each other the pleasure of sucking blood.

Looking at the expressions in the cockpit, they seemed to be very happy. The eyeballs almost fell out of their round sockets, and the oxygen mask was soaked with saliva coming out of the mouth. They kill each other and kill each other, and the flesh of the other is their own food; His own blood is someone else's drink again. Only by killing each other can you survive. The longer you live in the hunting area, the more you become an expert at killing your own kind. They are like a swarm of rats in a giant mousetrap, eating each other to survive. Constantly eliminated, constantly screened, and what is left is the most extremely cruel and extremely powerful individual.

Casey looked at these pure devils in front of him and couldn't help muttering, "What a poor man." ”

Now, he is buried alive in it. It won't be long before the consciousness decays, and he will become one of them.

Look at their confused expressions, there is only a simple and pure urge to kill in their eyes, even Casey is about to be infected. I was attacked just now for no reason; was supposed to fly normally, but was suddenly used as a target; Life is used as a toy for their amusement. Now, these guys still have to surround themselves, do they have to see their broken corpses and destroy them again and again to be completely enjoyable?

What a pleasure it is to take revenge on them and kill them.

Casey looked at the windshield and then in the rearview mirror. At this moment, she suddenly saw a familiar look in the mirror. It was her own eyes, but it wasn't Casey Green at all, it was someone else who was familiar. She'd seen a man before, and there was some kind of mania in his eyes that was buried deep in the dazedness, and he was about to explode. She would always remember that expression, it was the look of the wolf Bill. Bill, to be exact, exiled at the Joint Naval Air Base in Subic Bay.

Casey suddenly realized how Bill felt at that time. This intense feeling does not come from a strong desire for revenge or impulse, but despair, a despair of a broken faith. Before the war, Bill believed that only the former U.S. Navy was righteous, and that any action against it was a manifestation of evil, and that evil could never triumph over justice. But the fact of the First Sino-Japanese War plunged him into the chaos of unrighteousness and evil, and experienced the bitterness and grievance of justice and no one to defend it. So he couldn't wait to stand up, not because of revenge, but because he wanted to stand up and support his beliefs.

Casey looked at herself in the mirror. What did she believe in, and she didn't believe it anymore? Bill has always believed that his destination is the navy that has long since ceased to exist, and everything he has done is to reshape the navy. Where do you be, and what do you do for?

The countdown on the electronic clock entered the last ten seconds, and the person she was waiting for had not yet arrived.

This may be the reason for her despair, and the source of the breath of death.

The only sound in the headphones was the shouting of the mercenaries, and the familiar voice could not be heard at all.

"That guy is down there!" Someone spotted Casey at a low altitude. "Let me come! That's my prey! The man who shot Casey yelled. He was flying a former U.S. Air Force F-16C Fighting Falcon, a treaty-modified aircraft intake with a large and exaggerated bulging air intake and a binary vector vent with thrust reverser. "Where! Where is it! "The sky is still chaotic. Casey's F/A-18E-HARV is currently the most rewarding aircraft in the hunting zone, and if it is shot down with a low-grade MiG-21, it will receive very generous commissions from the state government and sponsors. For the higher-tier F-16, shooting down Casey is a good opportunity to save capital, and whoever kills it can get money anyway.

The agile falcon overhead began to tilt the fuselage: "Where the is it, where is that bug?" Who saw it just now! "It seems that he has to kill Casey, who is driving a high-end fighter, or he won't be able to make money today.

Casey's plane was still accelerating in a dive, and she could tell from the battlefield that the Agile Falcon was going to make a sharp left turn long before the opponent tilted the fuselage. Now that the other party has made preparatory moves, it can only be said that his judgment has been confirmed.

"Let's see how the Navy plays, big boy." Her mind presented a picture of the entire airspace. Casey has all the best of a woman, albeit a little incomprehensible; But she also has a unique specialty of a male pilot, spatial imagination and construction ability, which allows her to stand out from the former U.S. Naval Air Force, which is highly masculine, and is a well-known queen card at sea after the war. At the time of the castle tower, no one in the South Seas and even in the Western Pacific was not afraid of Casey Green, the "tiger bee"; Now in the former United States, no one knows her name.

The other party was stupid enough to jump over his head and be in a passive position; But the height is not enough, the fuselage is heavy, the climb is very difficult, and if you follow the sharp turn, you will definitely be thrown off. It was now a standard pursuit posture, and Casey had almost used the habit memory of his body muscles to come up with a corresponding maneuver tactical plan - "low speed and leisure".

According to the yellowed pre-war air combat manuals, which Americans learned from volunteer pilots during the Korean War, it simply means that when you are in a pursuit position and turn but your speed and maneuvering energy are insufficient, you dive with your head down, rely on gravity to increase airspeed and the ability of the wings to lift the fuselage. Hover your plane at a low altitude until you get enough advance to jerk the nose and cut into the inner circle of the enemy plane. It's a way to use gravity to speed up pursuits,

But the flaw of this tactic is also obvious, that is, it must maintain dive acceleration while maintaining a wide angle of hovering, which is vulnerable to other aircraft at high altitudes. In a standard two-on-two air battle, the long plane is responsible for the attack, and the wingman takes cover behind the tail. This is also the reason why Casey hates single-player dogfights. No matter what tactics you use, you can be caught up by any character who pops up out of nowhere.

The reckless and casual free-for-all melee is exactly the kind of life-and-death game that men like. Casey used to be in the male-dominated navy, and even the existence of zài was regarded as a symbol of bad luck; What's more, she always expresses her different opinions during briefings, and if it weren't for Bill's care, she probably would have died at the hands of her own people. In the navy, it is absolutely righteous to curse the women on the ship.

Now she doesn't have any cover for her teammates. As tactical weaknesses and battlefield posture demonstrate, if Casey dived at a low speed and four fighters in the air would have a chance to rear-end the attack, she bet at least two of them would. However, if Casey doesn't attack, it proves that she can't do anything without Bill.

"I have to start with you, brother." She still used the name between the air and navy during the First Sino-Japanese War, and her tone was a little sarcastic.

Low-speed yo-yo is different from the common high-speed yo-yo maneuver, and is rarely used. The former is not an enjoyable and flamboyant pull-and-turn maneuver, nor is it a condescending dive attack; It's the opposite, the whole action is done under the pressure of other people's butts, and when you want to attack, it's like a fish that barely comes out of the water to breathe, and you need to squeeze through the obstacles, use all your strength, and rush up fiercely. After the attack is completed, it has to fall due to lack of energy, and let other people who are still in high places slaughter.

To be exact, almost all male pilots only use high speeds. Casey began to push the dive with a very soft maneuver, a maneuver she was familiar with, and this set of maneuvers is the best interpretation of the career of a female pilot in the Navy. The slow dive begins, because the amplitude and overload are not large, there is no need to flip and dive, but you need to be careful not to move too violently to avoid red vision. The huge and ferocious F/A-18E-Harv advanced Hornet fighter jet was like a rushing roller coaster, and it suddenly fell, and the entire cockpit went into a state of weightlessness, and the helmet flew up, almost strangling itself. The next step is to steadily circle and track, cutting into the inner line of the enemy plane. There is no fighter on earth that can completely overwhelm the Hornet, let alone the Treaty Falcon, which has its long and wide wings.

As the huge projection on the back of the enemy plane approached, Casey began to pull back to raise the nose of the plane, and the angle of attack of the plane continued to increase, some of the air flow began to separate, and the fuselage began to cluck. The other party also maintained the circling angular velocity like a fool, and the guy was obviously extremely confident in the Treaty Falcon's steady hovering ability.

Casey's head-up display automatically appears on the cannon projectile impact point to calculate the trajectory, and the funnel-shaped marker becomes flatter and flattened, slowly leaning against the opponent's fuselage.

The infrared alarm of his own tail guard sounded, and sure enough, someone chased after him from behind.

It's a two-on-one sandwich battle, and there's no more tense moment than at this time, when it's life or death.

The best chance to shoot and fire is here.

Casey held the joystick steady with his right hand, and pressed his index finger on the trigger.

At that moment, she saw a dark shadow on the horizon in the center of the heads-up monitor, hazy, ethereal, and vaguely ill-visible. Is that a wolf? Did Bill Prince show up on time? "Nope." Casey snorted to herself. She was sure that what she was seeing was not Bill, but the real Grim Reaper.