"Orrank! There's a demon bat behind you! Get rid of it! Get rid of it! Before Orlanke could congratulate himself on hitting his target, wingman Jack's shout made his hair stand on end.

He didn't notice the demon bat behind him, and because of his vision, he couldn't see the exact location of the demon bat behind him.

So, before he could confirm whether he had shot down his target, he flipped his stick to the left.

The 51 Mustang he was piloting immediately began to turn to one side, and because of inertia, Ollank felt like he was leaning to the other side. If it weren't for the seat belt that held him in his place, he might have been leaning on the right side of the fighter's cabin by now.

Steering in a dive is a maneuver with a lot of overload. Because the speed of the fighter is getting faster, the overload of this action is also becoming heavier.

However, it was also because the 51 Mustang had too much dive speed, so when the fighter dived and suddenly turned, no enemy could catch up with it and continue firing.

"Excellent! Very good! That damn demon can't catch up with you! Get ready to climb! I've cut to the tail of it, I'm covering you! Jack's voice of encouragement made Ollanke feel good, and he seemed to be back to the way he felt at school.

He let his plane roll twice to make sure no enemy was chasing him, and then he began to climb as fast as he could.

To tell the truth, the technical indicators of the 51 Mustang fighter are already the pinnacle of piston fighters, and the performance of this aircraft is very strong, and it is not a state that animals can compete with at all.

As he climbed, Orlank was also observing the situation around him through the narrow canopy.

When the altitude on the dashboard showed that he had recovered to an altitude of 7,000 meters, he saw that his wingman had shot down the demon bat that had just chased him at an altitude of about 6,000 meters.

This altitude is almost the limit of the altitude that the Demon Bat can fly to, at this altitude, the speed of the Demon Bat will become very slow, and there is no way to turn flexibly.

Because of the thin air, these ancient creatures, which were already very large in size and relied on strength to hunt for their lives, had simply zero combat capability at such heights that they barely touched.

They can barely fly to an altitude of about 8,000 meters, but the Mustang fighter can fly easily at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Therefore, at an altitude of 7,000 meters, the Mustang fighter can still maintain good combat performance, but the demon bat and the dragon knight cannot.

Because there are people who control and have a prejudgment of their own abilities, dragon knights generally do not rise to this height to find trouble for themselves. But demon bats don't do that, their belligerent and bloodthirsty heads are filled with the idea of tearing apart their enemies, and they will fly as high as they can, and then become sluggish because of the thin air.

"There are more and more of them! It's an ambush! Orlank saw a dozen more demonic bats rushing out of the clouds in the distance, so he alerted his wingman on the radio.

Jack piloted his plane and climbed to a relatively safe height, and he also saw more and more demonic bats, and exclaimed in amazement, "Hey! They set up an ambush! It's noticeably smarter! ”

As the number of battles between the two sides gradually increased, the demon also groped for adaptation to the fighting style of the Elan Hill forces. Although the demons have not come up with any good ways to deal with Alan Hill in a short period of time due to the constraints of their own abilities, they do keep trying.

The terrifying super bomb made the demon forces very jealous, and instead of concentrating their forces to launch a large-scale assault operation, they began to send small forces to harass the defense line of Elanhill.

Of course, this mild harassment also had no effect. In comparison, Alan Hill's troops are more afraid of the opponent's crowd tactics and constantly attacking their defensive positions.

As long as the opponent does not use the troops to consume the ammunition of the Elanhill troops, then the defense line where the Elanhill troops are stationed is solid.

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"Jack! I'm above you! I'm above you! No matter how many of them there are, we run out of ammunition and retreat! They can't keep up with us anyway! I'm starting to dive and attack! Over the radio, Orlank shouted loudly, and then maneuvered his plane to join the battle circle.

The engine roared, and Ollank began to dive for the second time. This time he had a very clear mind and knew exactly at which distance he should fire to hit the target more easily. Those ballistics that bent in the sky, somewhat unpredictable, he had already mastered the rules.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "In the process of diving, he was far away, and he fired a volley of shells in advance. These tracer bullets burst into the swarm of bats and hit an unlucky egg who didn't have time to dodge.

"Beautiful! Orrank! I'm left, you're right! Kill as many of them as you can! Wingman Jack saw Orrank's long-range shot and ordered excitedly.

On the ground, on the line where the Iran Hill paratroopers were stationed, a paratrooper looked up at the sky in the distance, where planes were chasing and fighting demon bats.

With the roar of the engine, soon a demonic bat struggled to drag the scattered black blood droplets and fell from a height of several thousand meters.

Because of the distance, he couldn't see the details of the falling demon bat, but he could already conclude that the falling bat was dead.

Apparently, he was right. The demonic bat smashed to the ground from a height of thousands of meters, and immediately turned into a pile of sloppy scraps, and it didn't even have time to roar before it shattered.

The nearby demon dogs gathered and began to bite the minced meat on the ground, these low-level, not much intelligent creatures, while eating the flesh and blood of the high-level demons, enjoying a rare happy time.

"Those demons who are not afraid of death, when will they recognize the reality and know the gap between themselves and us?" On the Bol River position, which had been reinforced with sandbags, another paratrooper looked up at the sky and snorted coldly.

"If they recognize reality, then they should go back to the Eye of Magic and let us hurry home." Inside the trench, a paratrooper holding a weapon and unwilling to look up at the bustle complained reluctantly.

No one doesn't want their own home, and the wives and naughty children at home make every Iran Hill soldier worry. But when they came here and fought to the death against the demons, they knew that those distant beauty actually needed someone to protect them.

In the distant sky, the two 51 Mustang fighters that were originally flying together began to disperse, and then swooped down from a higher place, biting the scattered demon bats respectively, firing at a very close distance, and easily shooting each other down.

In the face of sheer strength, any trap seems to be useless, and although there are many demon bats, they are simply unable to organize an effective attack.

As the battle progressed, there were more and more Iran Hill fighters coming from afar, after all, they had ground radar guidance and could know the battlefield situation faster.

The heavenly Orlanke finally seized the opportunity and was trying to use his nose to aim at the demon bat swaying left and right in the distance.

No one was willing to be shot down by the enemy, so the demonic bat that was targeted by Orlanke was also trying his best to get rid of the entanglement of the 51 Mustang fighter. It's a pity that it is obviously very difficult to get rid of an advanced piston fighter with good handling performance.

The feeling of flying the more powerful 51 Mustang fighter in the sky made Orlank delighted. He loved the feeling, the graceful war.

"Suddenly! Dodo! Having found an angle that he thought was right, Orlank pulled the trigger for firing again, sending his tracer bullet to the target of the sight binding.

The locked demon bat began to turn to the left to dodge. However, the cannonball seemed to be faster, leaving two bloody holes in the opponent's flesh wings.

Obviously, these two blood holes were not enough to make this demon bat fall, because there were also many holes on the flesh wing diaphragm of these demon bats, so the new scars only made the other party scream twice and fall some distance.

With their savage instincts, these terrifying-looking creatures will make the right choice when it is very dangerous, but more often than not, their choice is not as fast as the speed of the cannon shells.

Because of his absolute advantage in speed, after losing a chance to attack, Orlank once again regained his initiative.

He made a big circle, and once again took the attack position, ready to continue the attack on the wounded demon bat.

The opponent swooped down to a height, as if hoping that Orange would give up chasing it. It's a pity that Orlanke has already identified the goal and has no intention of changing it.

The tracer bullets pierced the sky, and the slightly curved trajectory rushed towards the target not far away, and then the shells of these cannons hit the body of the demon bat solidly, leaving a row of bleeding bullet holes on it.

The demonic bat that had been hit slowed down suddenly, and Orrank's plane rushed forward. However, in the moment when the two sides passed by, he still saw the hideous wounds on the body of this demonic bat, revealing the white bones of the forest.

Before Orlanke could confirm his results, he subconsciously began to climb and regain his height advantage.

However, in his headphones, the shout of wingman pilot Jack still let him know that he had done a good job: "Good job!" Orrank! You've hit it! ”

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