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The clouds of nuclear smoke are slowly spreading, and the Grim Reaper is always slow, as if he wants to fully enjoy the fear of people before death, appreciate it repeatedly, and harvest the head until he is satisfied.

A real cloud of nuclear smoke should be golden in the sun, but the sight is not so pretty. He felt a wave of nausea crashing through him, it wasn't the sky he was familiar with.

The beauty of the sky can only be experienced by those who truly love flying. In different seasons and at different times, the sky has infinite beauty. For the flyer, the beauty of the sky is not limited to this, there is also a dream beauty that transcends the senses. The beauty of the sky is by no means described in a sentence or two.

But today was different, the sky was chaotic like blood, and the dark clouds shone with a shiny dark green light. The sunlight passed through the clouds of nuclear smoke and turned into a very unhealthy light, making the clouds seem so horrible and uncomfortable, like the abdominal cavity of some kind of mammal with an infectious disease. Flying in it, it seems that you can see the abscesses and festering tissues of the celestial dome.

Pus and blood flooded his throat, and he felt a little dizzy when he was hit. All the qiē in front of me, the earth, the horizon, and the blood-red clouds seemed to be spinning. The body suddenly felt that the left shoulder was very heavy, and the head was unconsciously pulled to the left, as if it was bearing the acceleration of rolling to the right, like the axial rotation of a roller coaster; And the scenery is rotating counterclockwise to the left. The sky seemed to turn into a wet towel, and a pair of invisible giant hands were twisting the towel in two directions of rotation, as if to squeeze out the festering pus. And he was tightly sandwiched in a blood-soaked towel, spinning and squeezing together. Heaven and earth have become a kaleidoscope, upside down, and difficult to distinguish.

Such a spectacle makes the Meng Strike feel like returning to the flight training of the Central Continent, which is a typical space disorientation and a common disease of pilots.

Naval pilots often perceive the lights of fishing boats on the sea as stars in the sky, or the darkness of the earth as the boundless sky. The pilot, who is distracted by space, is so convinced of his senses that the horizon is malfunctioning, and in this case, the pilot stubbornly flips the plane belly up and crashes straight into the ground. Until he turned into a fireball on the ground and faced the Grim Reaper, the pilot was still firmly convinced that he was flying towards the sky.

Mengmeng in times of extreme fatigue. There will also be space disorientation, and he is just an ordinary and strong young pilot. It's just that the instructor said that he must believe in the appearance and not be deceived by the body's senses, and he never took it to heart. For him, the sky is absolutely free, and it does not matter at all in which direction the earth is; The direction of gravity can be felt just by the yaw trend of the aircraft. To be precise, he does not use the ground as an absolute reference plane. Rather, it takes itself as the only center of the circle, and gravity is nothing more than an influence field in the coordinate system.

He looked up. The clouds overhead were not so red, like bloodshot eyeballs. On a celestial dome covered with arterial filaments, Kara's F-14 was flying at high altitude. Although the left shoulder is almost pulled to the waist and the clouds in front of you are all turning, as long as you are firm in your position, there will be no problem.

Now, the J-20 and Kara are flying F-14s at different altitudes, a bit like downstairs and upstairs.

Kara's F-14 was replaced with a more powerful radar to take on alert and search at high altitudes. At the same time, a fuselage with poor stealth performance attracts hostile aircraft. The Meng's fighter has omnidirectional high stealth capability, hiding directly below Kara's plane, so that the entire two-plane formation only presents a tiny target of one aircraft on the radar, and he hides in it, attacking enemy planes that dare to approach and protecting Kara.

This is the most traditional "focus-hunter" combat formation. The wingman undertakes the high-altitude active search task with a greater probability of exposure, and uses the number chain to transmit the information to the long plane; And it attracts the attention of the target at high altitude. Let the long plane complete the attack.

With his struck personality, it is said that he could not have put Kara on the task of decoy. It's just that today's Kara is particularly strange, insisting that this tactic be used to quickly approach the American-made 100-day ghost B-72 fleet, which is absolutely non-negotiable.

Meng Jie also followed her wishes, and protected Kara in the shadows, which was not too difficult for him. He stared at the information shared by the number chain. Most of the transport planes fleeing from the north and south are around, and the airspace is safe, and there is nothing to worry about. He just didn't understand why Kara insisted on this, a woman's mind was still hard to understand after all.

"There are no suspicious targets nearby."

Kara's report came through the headphones.

Hearing this voice, Meng Zhu gasped inexplicably, and his heart was suddenly startled, as if he was touched from his neck to the back by a cold hand. He'd heard the report's weird voice. But not from Kara's mouth, like a huge hole in the ground. What the sound was, he couldn't remember for a moment.

Meng Struck thought about it again, Kara's voice was very different from the period of Tonopah Base Building 188, a little bizarre, but difficult to describe in words. It's not an auditory sensation, it's more like some kind of singular taste and atmosphere. If I had to describe it, her voice matched the scene in front of her, grotesque, surreal, like the echoes of the deep sea and the wind in the mountains, mixing with her bleak voice.

He always felt as if he had heard this voice somewhere, as if he was also in the midst of such a strange red storm. Where did he hear this voice, Meng Shu closed his eyes and wrinkled his brows, as if he wanted to squeeze out his brain. Although the war was coming, this strange and familiar feeling made him a little anxious. If you don't remember it, you won't be at peace for a moment.

When and where did he hear such a strange voice in such a blood-red storm?

There is nothing closer to death than this sound, almost as if you want to suck your life out of your headphones.

He slapped his head and remembered.

There is no doubt that this is the deep strange sound that only the Maggie of Death Valley, or Lee, will make.

Meng Jie couldn't help but glance up at Kara, why she was the same as Maggie today, and brought the same feeling to herself.

He was a little uneasy.

If it weren't for the blood cloud confusion, you should be able to see the coastline of the former American continent at this time. Looking up a few more times, a few wisps of cloud covered the belly of Kara's F-14 fighter jet, and then dragged it apart.

Is that still Kara, why is there a bloody wing dragging on both wings; Where is that tall, but sensitive, rude-talking, thoughtful girl? The woman pressed against herself was not at all like Kara, but more like Lilith, the night witch of Sumerian mythology. Lilith is also a woman made by God. She was not made of Adam's rib like Eve. Like Adam, she was made of clay by God, and she was opposed to male and female positions, and she and Adam were always equal. She was united to the devil and gave birth to 100 devilish children every day. In order to feed the Sea of Blood, she constantly devours human babies at night.

Kara-Lutgrin in the sea of blood is particularly terrifying.

Meng Zheng looked up at her plane, feeling a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

The number of jùchains is constantly sharing information about the two fighters.

The J-20 is collecting the characteristic signal of the 100-day ghost. It was also transmitted to Kara's dashboard via the guò link. In fact, this is the reason why Kara has to use the "Focus-Hunter" tactical formation to enter the former American continent. On the flight deck of the new Minsk, Kara saw the struck electronic pod, the "Centennial Ghost Dialogue Translator". She made up her mind to share the pod's count. She wanted to see for herself if her sisters had evolved into some kind of electronic form of life, stored in the other world.

However, she didn't want to take this qiē to sù for attack. Kara has only two things on her mind, to end all the Vespa Combat Team and to say goodbye to this world. She didn't want anyone to disturb her with this perfect ending.

The first step is to use the struck electronic pod for number sharing.

Another problem is that Kara's F-14 does not have a scalp control system, and she cannot "turn into a cloud of electronic signals" into the system and communicate with the other world face-to-face, as she imagined.

So, she decided to take a risk, go the way she came, and face her fate. Revert back to Kara-00-Lut Green of the Vespa Combat Team.

The solution is simple, self-hypnosis.

She was so familiar with the mechanics of the American Whoons and knew Arnold's way to awaken them, because she was a member of the Vespa Combat Team, and she had experienced this kind of non-human and non-ghost life firsthand. Now, isn't the pool of blood in front of him the hell that belongs to him?

Kara turned the radio signal into an audio message, as if she were in the past. Directly from the ear to the brain. To the average person, this kind of audio information converted into electronic numbers is completely irregular noise, similar to the exchange sound of a modem. Carla injected herself with the injections she kept in her suitcase before take-off and used the rearview mirror to hypnotize herself, and she was the best at it. Her eyes were misty, and she was already in the groove. The irregular audio signal also slowly soothed. It becomes a kind of music-like sound in the brain, allowing me to feel the ups and downs of emotions and the rise and fall of temperature. Gradually, her brain gradually developed some kind of hallucination in the noise broadcast, as if she understood the meaning of the noise.

She wants to shout, she wants to communicate. She wants input and switching, and she also needs to use audio signals. Kara has a voice and a mouth, and she's using her throat to make sounds and use the microphone. Try to interact with the world beyond the Guò "Hundred Days Ghost Detection Module".

Sound, an often overlooked means of human-machine signaling,

Kara's white neck moved twice, and a soft hum came out from the deepest part of her throat:

…… Look, at last I have parted with the lonely years of the past,

Joy descends at dusk and frolic all night long.

The two angels embraced each other and folded their wings,

Beside them, a white and bright palace fence appeared,

The golden cloth, the brilliant walls,

The music of Shiqin is beautiful, and the fragrance wafts around it.

How beautiful this life is.

Now, it has become a dusty memory.

……

The melodious and bleak singing is converted through the guò radio and enters the digital jù stream of the system; It also reverberates inside the helmet of the struck. It was as if he heard the Witch of the Night humming in his ear.

"Kara!" Realizing that something was wrong, Meng Struck immediately climbed, "Kara, answer me. ”

It wasn't Kara who answered him, but the "Centennial Ghost Detection Module".

The panels in the cockpit of the J-20 lit up with a purple-red glow, indicating that there were "100-day ghosts" nearby, or very similar auto-controlled weapons. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )