"Bill, Bill is out of trouble. [Full text reading. 】”

Bill Prince, the head wolf, woke up suddenly, and a special feeling rushed straight to his head, as if he had not woken up from sleep, but had changed shifts in his head. Let the vigilant self just now rest, and the self that has slept enough begins to fight. Everything is normal on the control panel in front of me, there are no warnings, no red lights, the multi-function display glows green, everything is calm on it, nothing is abnormal.

A long and uninterrupted combat career has long taught the head wolf how to sleep briefly, especially with the upgrade of a new generation of automatic air combat control system, which allows him to make full use of the gap between battles to sleep. Maintaining physical strength is very crucial for any fight.

He squinted his eyes and double-checked the flight data. The data is normal, but something is wrong with the device. He felt the display flickering, and after each flickering, the image would turn to full blue at a very fast speed, and then refresh back to normal. It was repeated several times, and the process was extremely short. Although there will always be some glitches with electronic devices, this time is different, and no matter how you look at it, it feels a little abnormal.

"Bill," the radio was the roar of the platoon gun Bob, "wake up"

"What's going on?"

"You're asleep. No wonder, who let you not rest. I said earlier that there will be no problem with the company retreating, just let it be, you still have to do it. If it weren't for the high degree of automation of your fighter jet, I think you would be bathing in the sea by now. ”

"I'm fine." Bill's face was not very good, and he had overdrawn too much energy in order to allow the entire Prince Company to break through the Central Continental Blockade, "Report to me what happened." ”

"That thing, Whooping Ghost, it doesn't seem to be very happy, it's been restless since then."

"Did it show up?"

"Nope. My plane can only receive radio disturbances, which are very chaotic pulses. ”

"I see it." Bill carefully observed the flicker phenomenon on the multifunction display, then turned off the data display function and switched to recording the pulse signature, "This is indeed a whooping day." ”

"Can you track it?"

"No, unless it shows up."

"So what's going on with this pulse disturbance?"

"I'm observing."

"Say, isn't that thing scared," Bob laughed, "what kind of Hundred Days ghosts, or Dumbas, Uncle Ben will beat them all to ashes." It must be scared, hahaha. ”

"No, it's not fear."

"Ahh

"It's not fear." Bill's expression was very serious, and he could feel the intensity of the Whooping Ghost in F36's system. F36 is a new generation of auxiliary intelligent system based on the whooping ghost system, and the root end is interconnected with the whooping ghost neural network, "It is not afraid, but angry." ”

"Angry Hundred Days"

"Yes, it's a rage. Something must have provoked it, I've never felt so angry. He paused, "This kind of fury can only be compared to the decisive battle between me and Meng. ”

"Ha, when you say that, mine is a little angry. No, not anger, but jealousy. What the hell is it that can make a hundred suns rage, I thought I was the only one who could provoke it. ”

"Strengthen active search, it knows where we are anyway. We're going to go to war with it with a lot of fanfare. ”

"Understood"

At this time, the signal exchange indication in the cabin sounded, and Bob raised his hand to turn on the transponder, "Aha, the tanker has finally arrived, let's let the fighter eat first." ”

Bill laughed, "No problem, beat it up when you're full." ”

Data exchange began, and Bill's F36 began sending docking requirements and route auto-tagging data; The tanker returns to its own position, and the auxiliary computer gives an approach path.

"Oil, I'm a wolf," Bill called, "and my team entered the refueling path and began to approach. ”

"Oil, confirm."

Bill squeezed his eyes in Bob's direction, and Bob smiled knowingly.

The two pushed the throttle forward at the same time until they were 100 percent thrust, and the F36 and Bob A18 fighters of the head wolf spewed out long Mach ring flames behind the fuselage, propelling the plane to climb rapidly. The engine roared excitedly, increasing the speed of the plane, followed by two muffled sonic booms in the air. Bob's A18 has supersonic climbing capabilities and is a true power monster; Bill's F36 is completely a set of exoskeleton equipment in the shape of a fighter jet, and its thrust is not inferior to that of conventional air superiority fighters, and the huge thrust-to-weight ratio advantage makes it easy for him to do any action.

The thick clouds gathered by the whoopers were only covered in the low and medium altitudes, and Bill quickly climbed beyond this altitude range. The plane crashed out of the thick clouds, stirring up huge cloud holes. Bill felt like he had been out of the mud, and the sky was so bright and starlight that it was very comfortable.

A small gray-white dot appeared on the top of the front, that is, the fuel dispenser, KC135 "oil bar".

The data exchange between the other aircraft system and Bill continued, and Bill's account worked very well, and the tanker quickly completed the payment confirmation. This time, the refueling area is close to the Northeast Pacific basin where the whooping ghost is active, and the cost is high. Bill had already estimated that he offered to double the tip, because he really appreciated the tanker that could still enter the airspace at this time, and the other party was worth the price.

The refueling pods on the left and right wings of KC135 respectively release long refueling hoses, and the end of the hoses is an umbrella-shaped butt taper sleeve. The hose grew longer and longer, like a giant whip in the air, swinging up and down.

Bill turns the display to the refueling marker and raises the air fuel rod on the fuselage. The fuel rod makes the plane look like an anteater, and it has to rely on this long probe rod to receive fuel from the hose.

The fuel dispenser keeps moving forward at a constant speed. It was so big that even a smooth flight dragged huge vortices through the air, making the hose wobbly. The old refueling cone was even leaking, and Bill could see the fluid seeping out of the filler pipe, being pulled into a mist by the strong wind, splashing into the air. If a rookie who is not up to the standard comes to refuel, the action is a little meaty, a little hesitation, the metal fuel filling pipe and the ring blade cone sleeve rub a few small sparks, it is enough to cause a big explosion.

But it didn't bother Bill, and he said to Bob, "I'll be on the right this time." ”

"You dare" is more difficult to refuel in the air on the right, and Bob will not let go of the opportunity to be reckless.

The two men tacitly approached the tanker on the left and right, and the two planes slowed down almost simultaneously and stabilized behind the refueling cone. The four large bypasses of the 135 are louder than the roar of the turbofan engine, which can be heard from the cockpit, even drowning out their own engine noise.

"The head wolf determines the location, and the insurance opens." "The platoon gun determines the position, and the safety is opened."

"Here's the oil, complete the confirmation, you can refuel."

Both of them retain the legacy of the former US military system, and their cooperation is very tacit. Bill and Bob's plane slowly accelerated, the probe reached into the tanker's tubing cone, locked accurately, and the fuel delivery began.

"It's going to be easy now."

While the excessively slow refueling of the hose was a great test of the pilot's patience, Bob was relaxed. He changed the frequency, intending to listen to the radio station of the nearby Fellow Friendship Association and take a break.

The radio signal was not very clear, and the host seemed to be arguing with someone. Bob handed the plane over to the automated control system and closed his eyes. The cacophony of arguments made him grin widely. He is familiar with this host, who used to be a transport plane mechanic and once participated in the reporting of the whooping ghost incident in the former United States. That report made their crew popular for a while, so they applied for the club's radio station qualification, and now has a C130 broadcast plane equipped with booster rockets. Bob laughs because this host is serious every day and feels that his reports on whooping ghosts are very authoritative. Today, someone forced him to shout hysterically, and Bob felt very happy and relieved.

"I bet your head must have been wiped out by a manure truck, and it would take a lot of to fill your head to say something like that. I am the one who has seen the Hundred Days Ghost with my own eyes, and I am the most qualified to judge that evil spirit."

Bob laughed even more, a little curious as to who had provoked the pretentious host. But there was another voice on the radio that was so small that he couldn't hear it very well.

The voice was intermittent for radio reasons: "It's a fact. When I met the first person, I was convinced of his point of view, so I joined them without hesitation. You can turn a blind eye to that, but we've proven ourselves right by growing stronger. ”

"Well, Mr. Big Mandhead, do you dare to say what you have said in full to our audience? I'm sure everybody is ready to listen. I mean, we're going to have to wash our ears after listening to you. ”

"Anytime."

"Please."

"The Hundred Day Ghost is a god." He said word by word, "It is the God who protects us and guides us." ”

"Okay, shut up, my listeners need some time to wash their ears. Let me translate what you just said in a more sensible language, you said that there are many special fighter pilots in the Eastern Pacific, and although they are young and have no combat experience, their level is far better than that of mercenary veterans."

Bob laughed: ",. ”

"Those young outsiders tell you that the Hundred Sun Oni are not the evil spirits that destroy the world, but the gods who lead us to evolution."

"Hahaha, inexplicably, Lao Tzu will not let others lead. Whoever walks in front of Lao Tzu, be careful of my cannon. The more Bob listened, the more funny it became.

"Those puppets, you say they are not transformed by the Hundred Days, but a group of people who have not listened to their guidance, evolved without permission, and thus led astray, they are the so-called enemies of the gods, and they are enemies of us and our leader, the Hundred Days. The Whooping Day Ghost will lead us to defeat those puppets who have failed to evolve, and follow the correct evolutionary path into the future. The host cleared his throat, "That's what you said." ”

"That's what I'm describing."

"I don't believe it."

"Then you will not be led, and there will be no savior, only to stay in the old world."

"I think the old world is good, and no one wants to interfere with my comfortable life."

"The Hundred Day Oni respects anyone's choice. However, the old world will be destroyed in a hundred days. Evolution is the only way to be saved. ”

Bob still had his eyes closed, laughing as he listened to the conversation between the two on the radio. To him, it's just gibberish, except that Bob chooses to stand on the side of the host he hates. He hoped that the host would insult the ridiculous preacher with even more fancy expletives, otherwise he would always feel a little uncomfortable.

Bill was also listening to the radio, but he felt that something was wrong:

The full-state Centennial has just taken off, and the destruction of the world will also perish within a hundred days of its miniature nuclear reactor working normally. Bill was one of the very few witnesses, and not many others had seen it, and even if they did, they didn't know the inner doorways. But why do people on the radio know these facts? The head wolf could tell that he wasn't bluffing.

There is no doubt that there are many people who are now beginning to believe in whooping ghosts, and they have received some kind of unexplained help.

A dangerous force is on the rise.

Bill, the head wolf, felt that it was urgent to eliminate the Hundred Days Ghost.

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