When the two groups of Zelin, the air tractors, and Antonov's descendants of the East flapped their wings and hid their figures in the night sky, the officers of the General Staff on the ground breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground and watched the sky silently. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, those "civil aircraft" did not only protect the personal safety of the messenger Mosulan, he knew that. It's just that at this point, it's already considered halfway, and you can sit down and take a break.

"A cigarette?" Beside him, another soldier in military uniform with sharp eyes quietly lowered his body. "We have to thank the church. There is such a drama that comes and goes, and the suspicion of the crown island and the church is even heavier. ”

As he sat down, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and with a flick of his fingers, a cigarette obediently popped out of the cigarette case, but the General Staff officer who sat down first did not pick it up, but stuffed it back as it was.

"You're always so careless." He pointed to the runway of the Hanbajima Airport and turned his head unhurriedly to explain. "The airport is heavy, open flames are strictly prohibited, if you and I light this cigarette today, I am afraid that tomorrow we will have to eat a review and close it."

Under the starry sky in early autumn, Mo Sulan, who was wearing a pullover trench coat and a mask, was speechless all the way - the flying dragon under his seat was still in the prime of life when he had no strength and the most skilled flying skills, and because he was the highest quality in the Church of the Two Moons, he was able to fly at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, and continued to fly at this speed for two to three hours, after which he needed to fly slowly to rest.

This kind of speed is naturally nothing for the "fantasy species" creatures, but the fully equipped rider Mosulan is inevitably a little difficult. Had he not replaced the mask and hood sewn with thick cloth and leather needles and two crystal lenses, the air now as sharp as a knife would have torn his lips, sliced his cheeks, hammered his pupils, and even crushed his eyelids with the frost that had congealed on his eyelashes. Even the leather gloves and boots, the absence of which would freeze dry the hand holding the reins and stop controlling the monster. In short, how expensive is it to train these Wyvern riders? You can see it in the outfit on his body.

Ordinary countries simply don't have the financial resources to train these high-speed wyvern riders in batches, and the outfit is more expensive than their flight suits in terms of Chinese values alone - the stitching and sewing techniques reflected in the shimmer night vision goggles are the envy of Chinese pilots, and this all-animal skin hand-sewn trench coat may sell for nearly six figures in China alone......

The same products are now being made in limited quantities annually by hunter-artisan workers in the Elta Empire, and finally sold in China as a "substitute for animal protection products" - of course, these handmade luxury goods, clothing, shoes and hats are so expensive that they are basically insulated from these young people who have just started working.

Of course, it was not easy for Mosulan to be surrounded by the resentment of the young pilot - in the night vision magic, he could not only see the navigation lights floating around, but also clearly see the shadows of the aircraft that surrounded him left and right and obliquely up and down, and even the faces in the glass cockpit that turned to look at him from time to time.

Behind him were two twin-engine light transport planes, and the cabin was loaded with a large number of improvised leaflets that would be used to divide the church between Dingguan Island.

To his right and to his right was a small aircraft of the domestically produced Zelin, a small aircraft used by the Tamil Tigers to drop 50 kilograms of bombs, which at this time had a fuel tank on the left wing and an aviation machine gun on the right wing. As for the front one, what also restricted Mosuran's movement were two "air tractors" AT-802U licensed from the North American Federation as agricultural machines. On these one-man planes, Chinese pilots and Elta split evenly -- they had a relationship of instructor and cadet.

Between such close supervision, one high and one low, one left and one right, one front and one behind, Mo Sulan could only restrain all his expressions and devote himself to the flight.

But not long after the take-off took shape, several beams of light rudely illuminated the airspace where they were. Mosulan and his mount were horrified on the spot, but they almost lost their balance in the air and fell a few meters alive.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't fall down, but falling down obliquely scares Mo Sulan even more. Through the array of bright white lights shining upwards, Mo Sulan clearly saw the steel spear forest on the ground......

The spears without spearheads now showed black holes, and the holes were still moving with their fleet! Just when he was terrified, the voice of the person below came from an unknown artifact:

"Elta Navy Kakiros, subordinate to the Banye Island Air Defense Detachment salutes the Air Force Warhawks, all salute!"

The people who were next to the weapon looked at the flying dragon this time, and then thought about the battle report earlier, and then looked at the Chinese captain who couldn't stop the secret smile with a solemn face, this time it can be regarded as fully understood - killing it is considered a pot between the Chinese and the Eltas, but it is not counted if you are scared to death, this joke is really bad.

However, Mosulan was not a small character who would be intimidated, and after witnessing the collective salute of the people below, he let out a deep breath and stroked the dragon's back again, allowing the mount to regain its composure - and at the same time to sit firmly down. But when he looked down a little more, he realized that the so-called "ground" he thought of was not any part of Banba Island at all, but a huge iron ship moored in the deep water outside the beach.

It was at the same time that he suddenly understood why the two current pillars of the Forbidden Spell Research Society and the Heresy Inquisition were strongly opposed to allowing the Wyvern to directly enter the Chinese-controlled Banba Island......

If you dig a little deeper...... Why didn't the Church's Western Crusade gain any advantage in Elta? Seeing flying away from the forested lampposts, his back, which was wet behind his leather coat, was a subtle reminder to him that what he saw with his eyes was the truth, without any third-party polishing or processing.

It was this spotlight that could break through the sky, and the projectile weapon that was estimated to be only a small difference from the "Iron Gun" in the Forbidden Spell Research Society, and finally cut the wings of the air power of the Two Moon Church......

After that, he was naturally silent all the way, and the Elta Air Force relied on satellite maps to plan the route, while Mosulan could only passively follow all the way, but from his point of view, this was not much different from the route he originally chosen.

The distance between Banye Island and Dingguan Island is not far, and it is only two or three hundred kilometers, during which it passes through the main route of the Lancas Islands and a number of islands that are not big or small. After more than an hour, Mosulan only felt that the aircraft on his left was leaning over, and the pilot on it turned on the cockpit light, holding a piece of paper in his hand and sticking it to the glass, while his gesture signaled him to turn his eyes to the paper to look closely.

There were words written on it—Mosulan was not nearsighted, and he could see the literal meaning of the sentence when he looked closely.

The fireworks of Crown Island were in front of him, but he couldn't tell how many wyverns were flying in front of him—he slowly turned around from directly ahead and shook his head at the pilot on his right.

The pilot nodded, then put down the paper in his hand, buried himself in writing, and pasted another piece of paper to the glass.

This time, Mo Sulan nodded-the other party asked him to stay with the two "big guys" behind him, and he was probably thinking about his own life...... Before he could react, he turned around and suddenly found that the four magicless flying machines in front of him and to the left and right were all raised and disappeared backwards.

"Half Leaf Cave, please determine the height of the route and the location of each target, and the Half Leaf Cave is complete."

After these four small monoplanes were raised, they were scattered in two according to the difference in models.

"This is the half-leaf cave two, received it, and it is already in place at the height of the route. Complete. ”

Phoebe-Faramo looked through his pilot's gloves and touched the information terminal installed on the AT-802U console. Although the AT-802U is a "shabby-looking" single-wing steel pipe farming machine, in Phoebe's eyes, it is one of the best single-person killing machines on the entire bilunar planet, and he is even trembling a little when he witnesses the terminal at this moment......

Phoebe participated in the Elta Liberation War as a volunteer of the Elta Magic Association, and was awarded an individual second-class merit as an armored soldier and an automobile soldier, as well as several medals including the Elta Empire Quality Service Medal. After the war, he passed the political scrutiny and was selected into the demanding Elta Air Force Cadet Training Team as one of the first flight cadets to fly training.

Before the expedition to the Lancas Islands, he had already flown solo on the Beginner 5, completed flight training on the AT-802 and Yun-15, and completed the introductory training in elementary air combat on the air combat simulation training platform, but this mission over Dingguan Island was his first real air combat mission, which made him naturally extremely excited - even the next flying dragon was very meaningful to his life, not to mention the "Half Leaf Squad" assigned to him and his instructors here......

He licked his tongue. There was no need for him to count the light points and heat sources marked by the high-altitude unmanned reconnaissance aircraft on the screen one by one, there were more than thirty flying dragons and their riders here!

Didn't he study military subject training, vehicle driving, scientific knowledge, political knowledge, and even Chinese reading, writing and communication, elementary mathematics and physics, aircraft principles, and even the final airplane piloting for so long, for this moment? It's time for the air power of the Bimoon Church, which once rode on its own head and and was unable to do anything about it, to accept this belated karma?