It's not the first time that Kara has endured this pain as she sees her loved ones being swept into the maelstrom of death. [Full text reading. She witnessed nearly every experiment of the Vespa Combat Team members in the early system of the Whoopers, and their cries before falling into hell repeatedly cut their hearts like saw blades.

The process is brutal. Former comrades are swept up in the whirlpool, but instead of drowning immediately, they reach out to you for help and look at you with expectant eyes, until the surface of the water there is no evidence that the golems can use complex advanced tactics.

The main driver of the KC135 "Oil Bar" has been assumed by the original co-pilot. Only he could operate the entire plane, but he hadn't been able to come out of the shadow of shooting his own captain with his own hands, not to mention that the control wheel he was holding was still stained with Kevin's blood. The war was too intense, and the tankers were used too frequently, and the ground crew only had time to restore the engines and simply repair the damage in the cabin, and there was no gap to clean the cockpit.

The co-pilot was not very old, and he had blood growing everywhere in front of him, and he felt that the captain was still sitting in his seat, and he could even hear the familiar breathing of the captain. It's just that the deep breath used to come from the headphones, and now it echoes in my ears.

Now, the battle situation in the air is the same as that day, full of puppets, but he can't be as brave as the captain's father, and his hands can't push the bloody control wheel in front of him.

Between his palm and the control panel of the tanker, there is always the blood of the old captain Kevin.

"Oil," Kara called, "there's no time, accelerate by dive." ”

"I, I don't know, I'm not sure if this plane will dive again."

"Think about your responsibility, the whole crew is in your hands."

"I know I just know that I need to be sure. I can't feel the plane, dad can, but I can't. He knows every bit of this plane, every inch and every minute, he knows whether this plane hurts or not, where it is uncomfortable, he can make this plane dive for him, you know I don't know that I can't feel this plane, it doesn't accept me"

"Because you're not like Daddy." Carla replied, "You can't experience it like Daddy." ”

"I'm feeling."

"Don't tell me, don't you dare, you're scared. Daddy until the last moment, it was also honorable, it was you who kept his honor, do you remember. ”

"I, I see, give me some time."

"Every second has to be exchanged for life, how many seconds do you want."

"I've got some feelings, okay, leave it to me, leave it to me."

He held the control panel with both hands, and held it so firmly that it seemed to be one with the plane. The blood of the old captain Kevin had dried up, shattered, and filled the gaps between the new captain's palms and the control panel, as if acting as a medium of communication between him and the tanker. Dried blood is constantly shedding, cracking, and peeling off the control plate; The blood stains on the dashboard also changed, cracking in the shaking and falling down one by one. The whole KC135 was shaking, shaking like crying. In this subtle tremor, Captain Kevin left it completely. Now it is the new driver's hands holding its control wheel, both hands held tightly, and there is no gap or gap in between.

"I, I can." The new, young, newly promoted driver said in a trembling voice, "I'm oil, I'm starting to dive." ”

"Understood." The escort aircraft replied.

The pilot of the tanker felt the plane, and he found that he could feel the twisting bend of the main wing under the action of lift, the vibration of the engine support beams, the running breath of the four engines, its stretch was its own relaxation, and its sores were its own pain. The new pilot slowly pushed the plane to avoid causing structural damage to the spar by moving too quickly, because it would hurt him like a broken sternum.

KC135 gradually lowered its head under his manipulation. The young man's operation was still too urgent, and the refueling crew felt instantaneous weightlessness and a tendency for their bodies to take off. However, the tanker also gave full strength and began to dive and accelerate, breaking away from the puppet gathering area. The escort aircraft followed and dived; The broken duty plane flew away in a defensive dispersed formation and bit at the end of the group.

Tonight was an important win for them. They successfully refueled a number of tactical aircraft and helped a former U.S. government plane, although there is no longer any government. In any case, the puppets are no longer untouchable, and the Baker Island's Escape Ambulance Team has achieved its first complete victory against the puppets directly.

Kara sees the main group fly away and prepares to take the calf off the battlefield.

"Maverick, I'm Kara." She called, "The tanker is safe, and we're ready to evacuate." ”

Maverick didn't answer.

She continued to call, but there was no response. Kara glanced upwards and realized that the battle overhead had grown to a terrifying and irreversible level.

Maverick's whooping ghost type F16 jumps up and down, opening the bow left and right, and the action is crazy and weird. That's not an escort, it's just for fun, that's a demon's move.

Kara goes to the hot microphone state and adjusts the channel.

All of a sudden, the punk rap in the cabin of the other party surged over the radio, and the drums and music shook the sky like an explosion. She had heard that song, a dusty old song:

"Listen, you don't have the right to open your mouth.

If you want to control me, just by a button.

Lao Tzu will leave now, not leaving half a moment,

I am who I am, and no one can control me.

You can't get what you want into your pocket,

You can't eat what you want to eat,

Your conspiracy has become a mirage that traps you.

You ask me what I want.

Listen, this is revenge

It's pure revenge."

In the midst of the raucous and crazy music, the 16 Whoopers type F16 is wreaking havoc, and this is a real Whoopers.

Kara's fingers were shaking. She flicked a switch and switched the head-up display to cannon firing mode.

For her, there is only one god, and the hundred-day ghost can never become a god; In the same way, there is only one one Meng, and the others are demons. If the demon was released by itself, it must be destroyed with your own hands.

This is what Meng Ji said.

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