No historical event is isolated, and a person's life is not made up of chances. "Before something happens, there are always many signs to see; And once something happens, it also represents the beginning of a new era. The world is like a delicate and complex clock, the slow rotation of a gear drives the whole system.

When the head wolf Bill's F35B was engaged in a high-overload maneuver at a low altitude, it was suddenly torn to pieces by a dense array of high-speed shells, and the scattered fuel and cracked high-temperature and high-pressure components of the engine created a terrifying and terrifying explosion, and the shock wave even directly pressed the ground. The explosion woke many people from their sleep and even triggered a disaster warning in the vicinity. Although the houses have long been empty, the automatic bunkers that were supposed to be installed in the houses to deal with the nuclear war have been activated; Homeless refugees look up on the streets of abandoned urban areas, and some elderly people recall the pre-war holiday fireworks. It's been so long since there was a holiday in the former United States, and in the cold winter days, people almost forget that Christmas is a few days away.

Tronpu was also staring at the flames of the explosion on the screen, hoping to see the charred corpse of Bill the wolf.

But no one noticed that there was another plane in the sky. It is watching, recording what is happening now. More precisely, it had been there since before the attack on Prince, and the movement of refugees, armed men disguised in it, the raid and occupation, the air court, and the Qiē of Bill and Tronpu were all completely recorded by the plane.

The J-21 "Snow Owl" multi-mission combat aircraft of the special task force directly under the Central Staff is in action. This is an all-round stealth aircraft, and almost every inch of skin is obscuring the electromagnetic wave signature; The aircraft nozzle is also designed to reduce noise, which can move slowly at low altitude silently; The surface of the fuselage is wrapped with the newly developed optical stealth patch, which can change the color of the fuselage according to the environment. Such an aircraft flew in the former United States after the war, and no one or equipment could find it.

Uzhige sat in the cockpit, watching the synchronized reconnaissance pod and long-range camera footage. His expression was one of disdain, his eyes slightly closed, perhaps a little tired. But the tense body posture and the stretching of the neck showed that Urige was uneasy in his heart. It's like waiting for a verdict that has not been announced.

He doesn't care at all about the victory or defeat of the former North and South of the United States, and he doesn't care who wins or loses between Bill and Tronp. Uzhige wanted to confirm the life and death of the attack.

He did not believe that he was on the verge of death. Uzhige felt that the bastard must be trying to run away again, and he remembered that Meng Zheng had used death more than once to evade responsibility. For this guy who was struck, maybe it was responsible to die to die; But if nothing is solved, what is the point of dying. Fortunately, he was able to survive every disaster, and Uzhige caught up with him, asking him to take the responsibility of the year.

Uzhige tried to suppress his feelings, he really wanted to land immediately, rush to the hospital, grab the battered collar, and drag this guy to where he should be. But now is not the time, he is very rigid and knows the task. The Central Staff must know Bill's final results in order to move forward with the next move.

"Uranus, report with a thousand guns." The Užigtónguò confidential channel liaises with the fleet.

"Please."

The central continent has a monopoly on the only satellite resources, and the ability to control information and intelligence occupies a dominant advantage. Such long-range communications can only be used by the main offensive or special missions of important forces in the Central Continent.

"The surveillance mission has achieved its purpose, and the application operation has begun."

"Manjo gun, please confirm the monitoring results."

"Confirmed."

"Understood. Agree to the deployment. ”

This secret operation is silent, the people are still struggling to survive, the politicians are watching, and the decisive battle between the head wolf Bill and Tronpu is at the last moment.

Bill was hanging under the parachute, his shoulders and back pulled by the strap. But the pain was reassuring, and at least he felt the preservation of his limbs. He longed for victory, but having his leg amputated after victory was anything but a joy to have it.

There was a dark ground beneath his feet, and he couldn't see anything clearly, except for the black ejection seat that was rolling and falling. The detonation cord shatters the hatch, the catapult rocket rolls out, the parachute pulls and opens, the seat is safely separated, and if there is only one step that goes wrong, he Bill is no longer in the world. Luckily, Casey picked a new-to-date aircraft in the best condition, and this F35B did not disappoint until the last move.

In front of him, a low-altitude cloud appeared dense and volumetric, and Bill could even see his own shadow on it. The parachute does not have an afterburner, so it can only wait quietly for it to slowly bring itself to the ground. Many pilots are shot and killed after parachuting, and this process is also the longest and most helpless moment for pilots.

Afraid of what comes.

Bill heard a sharp roar from behind the clouds in front of him, and in a moment, a black and terrifying figure flashed from the clouds, and the Valliers drone returned.

Tronpu didn't let up, he saw the parachute in the monitor, and his eyes became fierce with disappointment and dismay: "Little Bill, you are luckier than your father. He's an unlucky guy, and you're so hard to die. He again instructed the drone to attack. Although Tronpu doesn't believe that Bill can escape, if he does. His plan was lost. "I'd like to see if your luck really runs out."

The drone received the command, the system reset the flaperon and the mission computer, and the surging electromagnetic pulse made the entire plane tremble with the rudder, like a bloodthirsty wolf seeing its prey.

It was the first time Bill had come face-to-face with a maneuvering drone fighter at such a distance. He jumped parachute during the First Sino-Japanese War, and he also jumped during his mercenary career in Nanyang, but he was not as nervous as he is now. The enemies he encountered were all living people, and most of them would not shoot pilots who had already parachuted; Even a handful of thugs who take pleasure in killing and blood, they are too temperamental to shoot at low-speed parachutes in a high-speed fighter jet.

The cold Black Death in front of him was different, it had perfect technology, but it didn't have the slightest soul, a pure killing machine. All this ugly thing needs to shoot a slow-landed Bill is a cannonball.

Bill grabbed the straps on his shoulders with his arms and stared at the Walliers drone in the distance, which was spinning in the distance. It began to tilt its fuselage in a small radius, its wings pulling up a white billowing mist, like a cloak of death. Judging from the flight trajectory action, it is about to start.

Giving up means death, but the pain and almost total loss of function in both arms are real. Bill's only recourse is to use the pull of the parachute strap to change the direction of his fall, and calculate the right time to change direction accurately when the drone attacks. Even this does not necessarily lead to evading the attack, after all, the parachute has an extremely limited range of maneuverability, which cannot be compared with that of a fighter jet. What's more, Bill's arm was injured and he couldn't complete the action at all.

Only surprise can win, this is the law of victory, and it is also the law of survival.

Bill wasn't prepared to maneuver or dodge, and pulled out the pilot's essential parachute cutter from his coat. A parachute can save a pilot, but it can also kill a pilot. It is not uncommon for many parachutists to starve to death by parachutes hanging from trees and unable to get out of the plane without dying in the crash, or to be dragged to death by parachutes blown by strong winds after landing. The parachute cutter is used to help the parachutist get out of the parachute if necessary. Bill couldn't lift his arms now, couldn't reach the locking ring, and had to cut his parachute.

No one would ever cut their own parachute in mid-air, and that's the only way Bill could think of. He's not a man with a lot of ideas, he prefers to challenge the Grim Reaper directly.

Maybe the drone didn't think that Bill planned to cut his parachute, the on-board computer only analyzed all possible directions of maneuver of the parachute, and the high-velocity gun could completely cover these areas, which means that as long as Bill was still under the parachute, no matter where he maneuvered, he could not escape. But Bill will choose to cut the umbrella, and the drone will not be able to guess.

Bill, the head wolf, actually didn't guess the plan of action of the unmanned fighter.

He thought that the drone would aim at the fuselage steadily and ensure that the projectile array covered the probability area before firing, but he didn't expect the drone to aim at all, and started bombarding before Bill cut the parachute.

In the distance, there was a flash of fire, and the head wolf Bill's ears were heard directly without a helmet, cockpit, and any shelter, and the roar of the machine cannon was terrifying, like a warning of his own death.

When the shells arrived, Bill realized that the drone was not aimed at himself at all, but aimed at the parachute canopy for rapid fire, the canopy was large and easy to hit, and the canopy was the slowest moving during the maneuver, and the drone could be knocked off almost without aiming.

It was then that Bill Prince realized the horror of unmanned aerial aircraft, which is more direct and primitive than the human way of solving problems, they don't have any ideas, creativity or any other miracles, they just start from the very roots.

He suddenly became proud, and Bill felt that he had touched the combat idea of this monster, and he was confident that he could defeat Meng. As far as Bill's selfishness is concerned, he will never forget the unfinished duel with Meng, and his most fulfilling goal is the Hundred Days Ghost Meng.

The shell pierced the parachute canopy and burned several large blackened holes. Although the surface of the umbrella was made of fireproof fabric to avoid fire, the structural damage caused the canopy to lose its shape, and Bill felt his body sink and suddenly fall.

The umbrella cutter was still in his hand, and Bill held the handle tightly.

"Hurry up, hurry up"

The prosthetic leg of his right arm was difficult to control in the falling winds, let alone cut the sturdy umbrella belt. Bill had to clench his prosthetic base with his head sideways, which caused a sudden pain in his shoulder, but he was able to exert his strength. With the strength of his right arm and the strength of his chest, the head wolf almost broke the umbrella belt with a knife on his chest. There were two muffled sounds, and the parachute exploded.

Bill felt like the world was spinning. The direction of the fall is the ground, but it is difficult to tell where your head is heading. The scenery around him was painful because of the sound, and the sound of the wind was about to puncture his eardrums. The body fell like a stone, and it was impossible to control it at all.

Suddenly there was a colorful light in front of me, whether it was the beauty of heaven or the fire of hell.

The head wolf laughed, he knew where it was.

These are all part of the plan.

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