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Bill, the wolf, was sometimes awake and sometimes weak, and he strengthened his will by constantly talking. The wound is still bleeding, and the process is overdrawing life. The sharp pain in his left arm and calf had almost disappeared, replaced by a terrible sensation of being unconscious, and the sleeves and trousers were filled with heavy old cotton, dragging down the movement of his body, but it was obviously his own limb.

The F35B's cabin climate control system is working, providing the necessary oxygen and temperature. But instead of warmth, Bill felt some kind of burning sting, as if it had been baked in the microwave, and the skin around the wound was so painful that it almost burned.

What's even more terrifying is that he can't even wear an oxygen mask. Blood loss and lack of oxygen caused the warrior's body to crumble and disintegrate little by little.

Casey Green listened to the wolf's rough wheezing, and she knew she had to do something: "Bill! Don't talk, come back quickly. It was the company's plane, and it could come back as long as you chose to automatically return home. Bill, do you hear me. ”

"I know, I know everything." The wolf's voice began to grow strange, as if he were talking in a cave.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back. Talk no more, moreover, public channels will attract fighters from the Pan-American Entente. ”

As soon as she said this, Casey was stunned. A vague thought flashed through her mind, and her heart suddenly became afraid. ≮ ∥≈≦∥ to read ⊥≠⊥ books∧∥≧∧ w╋w╋w╋w╋·1kanshu·c·c·c, Bill's use of public channels to communicate in plain language at a critical moment may attract enemies at any time, he has never made such a mistake before. Obviously, Bill wasn't answering himself, he was talking to someone else. What did he know, who he was talking to?

"Bill! Come back soon, please. She called anxiously.

"I know it's all you, but you never stand in front of the stage. And whose hand do you want to borrow now to kill me? It's not that easy. "The head wolf is still talking to someone he can't see. He raised his hand to activate the active electronic jammer on the F35B, disrupting and disrupting the normal operation of electronic equipment in the surrounding airspace.

"Bill, I'm Kathy. You turned on the electronic jamming, don't do that. This will reveal your location, and I'll let someone else cover for you. ”

"But you can't help me, Tronpu." Bill let out a strange laugh, "It's a simple thing, but the former beauty can never see through it." Democracy, votes, are all lies. You were once a member of the democracy, you have opponents, the owners of Bremerton have long wanted to join forces to get rid of you, and your accountant is the pawn used to drive these people to the precipice. Then, you induced my brother Arnold to rebel on these people's ships, and then used the Central 6 to exterminate them. This is the beginning of a qiē, the first step of the whole war, right. ”

The head wolf coughed incessantly, "Next, the spark fires." Chuangpu, you make every mercenary in Qianmei feel that he can occupy the mountain as the king, and let this place completely fall into the jungle of the jungle of the jungle, this is the environment you need. Arnold said that it was like a rat trap. Then, you deliberately let Arnold escape, give him a bunker, give him a nuclear bomb, and give him an American-made centennia. ╣┠┡To ╠┞Read a book╋┝╣╋╬w^w-w-.· 1=k/a'n, s·h-u'.cc haha, as you expected, I don't have any evidence for this, not at all, because you did it under the guise of Miss Wang from Shishi. You made Arnold the Demon King. And you, Tronpu, you hire Meng to destroy Arnold, and you can take over a qiē yourself. ”

Casey listened to these words and took a deep breath. This is on public channels and anyone can potentially hear it. But Casey didn't care about the men's schemes, she just wanted Bill to come back as soon as possible.

Things were getting worse and worse, and she noticed that Bill had turned on the radar active scan mode in the combat control room. It's like turning on a flashlight in the dark, maybe it can illuminate a short distance ahead, but all the demons around you have your spot.

"Where are you, Tronp." In the F35B cockpit, Bill extended the active electronic jamming and radar scanning to the maximum range, and the electromagnetic wave field in the airspace was large and strong, like a large symphony, "Tronpu, you did it." Tsongpu, you are the root of sin. I know, I know it all. I can't defeat you, because you're behind the scenes; But you can find me, come, I'll wait for you. ”

Casey realizes that Bill is spurring Tronp, but she doesn't know Bill's plan. Prince's expatriate tactical squadron is also unlikely to be able to return in a short period of time, and now it can only rely on the sporadic battlefield information collected by the operations center to support Bill. But Casey couldn't figure it out, and she also understood that the president of the Pan American Entente, Tron, was a complex of crime and law and order. But as Bill said, after the First Sino-Japanese War, Chuangpu completely retreated into the background, and the former United States was under his control both inside and outside, and there was no way to fight him in his system.

The company's radar and alert systems had just been destroyed, and it was impossible for the expatriate tactical squadron to provide battlefield information far away from the company's headquarters. ╬┟┟┣┟┢ to see ┣ book w/w, w^.· 1kanshu.cc the only information Casey can receive now is Bill's F35B return number Jù, and all she can grasp is Bill's breathing and pulse.

What exactly can be done now.

"Tamp, I know it's you. Listen, Tamp, you've done it. ”

Bill muttered in the public channel.

"Bill! Someone is behind you! Casey saw that Bill's F35B was receiving electromagnetic radiation from the rear warning antenna.

In the night sky, Bill's lips twitched. It's not a convulsion after blood loss, it's a countdown. He counted a number that made him shudder, and immediately pulled the lever and jerked up the nose of the plane. The F35B carried out the power follow-up operation under the control of the auxiliary intelligent system, and the engine suddenly roared, and the fighter was instantly jacked up, drawing a huge half-arc upward, until Bill was completely upside down with his head and feet upside down, and he straightened the fuselage with his left pressure lever, and the course was twisted at 18o, completing the standard Inmaiman maneuver.

Just behind him, a long, bright fiery red line flew away. It was a string of artillery shells that silently almost grazed Bill's F35B fighter. If he hadn't moved just now, his entire back would have been pierced a long time ago.

The surroundings were once again plunged into darkness.

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"Tronpu, aha, Tronpu, are you here? This is how the missing politicians of the North died. ”

The night was quiet, no answer, no sign of the enemy, only the smell of death.

Fighter fire control radars work actively and can be obscured or deceived; However, the alarm antenna works passively, only receiving, not asking, and will never be deceived. Bill silently felt the direction of the threat conveyed by the omnidirectional siren through guò stereo, judging the position of the enemy in the night.

"Are you looking for me!"

Bill said, suddenly turning the lever sharply, dodging a long string of bright, dense shells again.

The surroundings were quiet again, and it was as if he were swinging his sword to fight the ghost.

Passive alarms are intermittent and quiet, and each alarm indicates the direction of the threat. Bill recorded every directional information and began to establish airspace coordinates in his brain, delineating possible threat locations. The more the number jù, the more intersecting lines can be provided. Bill gasped, his ischemic brain starting to have a headache as he tried to think about it, but he gradually felt the location of the "ghost" in the night.

"Tronpu, I know it all!"

Before he could finish speaking, a bright red bullet line shot out again from a dark spot in the night sky.

This is the best moment.

Bill has mastered the trajectory of the "ghost", and all he wants is for the other party to aim at him. At the moment when the enemy fired the shells, he was already ready, swinging the nose of the plane, suppressing the power output, and completing a sharp turn at a negligent high angle of attack, and all the fire control and weapons and equipment in the nose of the plane were aimed at the enemy plane.

Casey stayed in the center of the combat control, biting her lip and clenching her fists, her heart almost jumping out of her throat every time the alarm sounded. But she didn't dare say a word, and as a fighter pilot, he knew Bill needed to be quiet. Now that Bill's fighter has finally locked on, Casey jumps with excitement.

At that moment, her smile froze. Bill's fighter jets did not have missiles on them, and Prince's spare fighters did not carry bombs, but only carried cannon pods for emergency interception. Now there is a huge disparity between friend and foe, and the opponent's electromagnetic and infrared stealth performance is far above Bill's F35B; In addition, there are no clouds and no moon tonight, and there is no light at all, so it is impossible to hit with a machine gun. In addition to these technical factors, Casey is also worried that Bill's current injuries will not allow him to complete the cannon fight. The F35B is more maneuverable than the opponent, and the high off-axis missile and the instantaneous angle of attack are the only hope of victory. Now it can be said that hope is almost gone.

Bill also saw that his plane was without missiles, but he didn't seem to have any plans to use them. Fire control has long been set in the state of cannon firing and the calculation of the impact point. As he turned sharply, his eyes fixed only on the windshield in front of him, a strange space of darkness, nothingness, nothingness, but hiding death.

With the push of a finger, the cannon fires. The external cannon pod in the abdomen of the F35B roared wildly, and the muzzle flame was like lightning in hell, shaking the surrounding clouds as if they were in the sun.

Casey stood dumbfounded, her ears hearing the threat alarm still buzzing, and she knew it hadn't hit.

At this moment, she began to pray.

The muzzles of the cannons roared and squirted, and Bill seemed to be about to shoot all the shells, with no intention of stopping. The firelight illuminated the entire nose of the F35B red, like a fire dragon. However, it is impossible to hit anything in this case, and needless strafing will only reveal the position and waste ammunition.

Nothing hits, but Bill laughs. He saw the enemy in the blazing firelight, and the dazzling muzzle flame illuminated the opponent's figure, and it was immediately exposed. The "ghost" was very close to him, closer than the wolf himself calculated, almost face to face, and then passed by.

It was a Walliers unmanned fighter, just one. A single unmanned fighter greatly reduces the amount of computing to make it so cunning, and the excellent concealment and combat can only be controlled by the intelligent escort system of the Tronpu special aircraft. And Bill knows that the only person who wants to kill him when he's crazy is Tronp.

Bill knew he had succeeded in his plan one step further. Every move he made was a risky move, and he was gambling with his life. Now that success is not far away, he almost chokes Tronpu's throat.

The plan he had just succeeded in was indeed beyond Tromp's expectations, and it made him furious.

The old man was still covering his eyes, and protective, cloudy tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes because of the irritation.

The muzzle flame just now was too close to Walliers' optical sensor, and the bright light that suddenly flashed in the dark night went out of the range of the sensor, and immediately burned out many sets of receiver sensors. Not only that, but the bright light reached the screen in front of Tronpu, almost blinding him.

After a while, Chuangpu recovered and squeezed the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He wasn't hurt in any way, but he was outright angry. Tronpu felt humiliated and offended in the most form, and he was going to break Bill's impudent cub to pieces.