"Damn it!" With a curse, the driver had reached the sky above their destination, "hovering, and it will land shortly." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Maybe die." The co-pilot said, "They don't seem to be going to let us go." ”

"Die and die, it's already dead anyway!" The pilot gritted his teeth tightly, pressed a button, the main engine wing adjusted the angle, the jet port was sprayed downward, and the "Albatross" transport plane began to land.

Suddenly, there was a vibration, and a page immediately popped up on the screen on the dashboard.

"The right wing was damaged, the propulsion was reduced by 23.2 percent, and the rate of descent increased by 227 percent." The driver looked at the information on the screen of the instrument panel and subconsciously read out, "This is not a fall, this is a fall!" ”

"Try to keep your flight posture and we should be able to make a hard landing." The co-pilot's voice was calm, but he could see that his heart was extremely nervous, and sweat flowed down his sideburns.

"I'll try my best." The pilot tightly held the control stick and tried to control the flight attitude of the transport plane.

"The second one is coming, shooting at a dead end, I can't hit him." The co-pilot pushed the sight in front of him, raised his hand to press the microphone to talk, and the other hand clicked on a green one beside him.

"Sir, it's still twenty meters above the ground, we can't land, you're going to jump." As he spoke, the rear hatch had slowly opened, and the airborne indicator light had changed from red to green.

"Good luck to you." After saying this, the co-pilot unilaterally ended the call without waiting for Naoto Sakurai to speak.

"No, it's too late!" The pilot said with hatred, the screen showed the scene captured by the rear camera, a "halo" fighter plane with a purple light was attacking the "albatross", the wings that kept swinging were obviously aiming, shooting was only a matter of time, and they had no hope of landing safely.

However, there was no way to break the sky, a piercing sound sounded in the air, followed by a violent explosion, and after that, the "Halo" fighter turned into a fireball and fell towards the ground.

The target was silent. The driver turned on the screen and silently said, "What's going on?" ”

As if to answer, a pitch-black fighter plane roared over the head of the "Albatross", and the pilot saw the indication on the tail fin, and the word "August 1" was written on the red star, which was a fighter plane of the PLA Air Force.

"The People's Liberation Army?" The driver was somewhat surprised.

"Judging from the model, this is the J-10B." The co-pilot added, "This is supposed to be a support fighter for an emergency take-off of the Joint Defense Circle." ”

"It's fine, but anyway, we're saved." The driver breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be too happy, we can't go back." The co-pilot looked at the driver next to him helplessly.

"Oh, it's okay." The driver smiled mysteriously, reached out and pulled out two rifles from the equipment box on the side, and handed one of them to the co-pilot, "I have been prepared, you can rest assured." ”

"I knew it." The co-pilot shook his head, took the rifle and pulled the bolt to load.

"Let's leave quickly, a J-10B can't deal with so many 'Halo' fighters." The pilot unfastened the seat belt tied to his body, stood up from the driver's seat, turned around and pushed open the cockpit door with a flat end, the transport plane had just landed smoothly, and the motorized infantry had not all opened the cabin.

"Sir." The driver shouted, "Take us." ”

"Huh?" One of the squad leaders turned around, saw the driver standing at the doorway, pushed away the motorized infantry and came to the driver.

"Thank you, sir." The squad leader's military rank is second lieutenant, and when he sees the captain, the driver naturally wants to call the commander, but the squad leader does not salute, and the salute on the battlefield will expose the commander, which will attract the enemy's attack, you must know that no matter what the unit, the commander is always the primary target of the enemy's attack.

"It's okay, it's okay." The driver waved his hand and looked at the squad leader, "What about Colonel Sakurai?" ”

"I've already left, so I should be waiting outside." The squad leader pointed to the open rear hatch of the transport plane behind him, it was pitch black outside, and several figures could be vaguely seen guarding outside the transport plane.

"I see." The pilot nodded, turned back to the cockpit, and found the co-pilot who was still sorting out his equipment, "We're leaving, this plane is going to die, and even if we can fly, we don't have enough power to leave the earth's gravity." ”

"But we can fly to the nearest joint defense circle, can't we?" The co-pilot pushed a magazine into the grip of the PKK-1990 "Magnon" pistol, pulling the sleeve to load the bullet.

"Oh, please, don't talk stupid." The driver gently held his forehead, with a helpless expression on his face, "Do you think that J-10B in the sky can open the way for us?" ”

"I don't think so." The co-pilot unbuckled his seat belt, stood up from his seat, handed out his right hand, and handed a black cylindrical object to the driver, "Let's go, don't you bring a flashlight?" ”

"Thank you." The driver took the tactical flashlight, installed it on the Picatinny rail of the rifle, checked the brightness of the flashlight, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You're looking for me, Captain." Naoto Sakurai pushed open the cockpit door and poked his head in.

"Sir." The driver nodded at Naoto Sakurai, "We can't leave." ”

"What's going on?" Naoto Sakurai entered the cockpit, looked around at the console full of instrument screens, and couldn't help but ask with some confusion, "It looks like everything is normal." ”

"The problem is serious, sir, these are just appearances." The pilot shook his head, "Just now we were hit, the right wing thruster was damaged, we lost more than twenty percent of our propulsion, and we simply don't have the ability to leave the gravitational pull of the earth." ”

"Sounds terrible." Naoto Sakurai looked at the driver with a wrinkled look, "Is it possible to fly to the nearest joint defense circle?" ”

"Just considered this possibility." The pilot waved his hand to bring up a three-dimensional projection screen, which showed the location of unmarked flying objects within a radius of two kilometers, and more than thirty points of light kept moving on the three-dimensional screen, "Basically, it is certain that each point of light represents a 'halo' fighter, and we will definitely not be able to break through such a number of 'halo' fighters." It's not just the weakened propulsion that keeps us from leaving, it's also our weapons. ”

With a wave of his hand, the weapon stock appeared on the three-dimensional projection screen, and the driver pointed to the stock bar on it.

"Medium-range missiles and melee combat missiles have been used up, and we now don't have the spare weapons to effectively combat the 'Halo fighter'." The pilot shrugged, "We still have one hundred and thirty-eight high-explosive cannon bullets, but these high-explosive bullets are very little lethal to the 'Halo' armor. ”

"It doesn't sound promising." Naoto Sakurai nodded, "Then what do you want to do?" Why don't we escort you to the nearest joint defense circle. ”

"Don't bother." The driver grinned and raised the rifle in his hand, "We'll go with you, and ground combat capabilities are also our strength." ”

"I've heard a little." Naoto Sakurai nodded, "Welcome aboard." ”

"Thank you, sir." The pilot nodded, and followed Sakurai Naoto out of the cockpit, and the motorized infantry had already set up a defensive formation outside the transport plane in case of a sudden attack by the Pilgrim Swift Squad.

"That's it." The pilot followed Naoto Sakurai out of the transport plane, went around to the right wing, looked up at the thruster on the right, it was scorched black, and the high-temperature plasma energy was not enough to directly burn the hard metal shell composed of ionic crystals of titanium alloy into a molten state, but a small part still had a tendency to melt, the original dark gray exterior paint had turned black, and the sudden rise in temperature caused the internal device to burn out, don't look at the outside is fine, but the inside has become a mess.

"The data just now shows that five capacitor banks have been burned out, and the electronic movement has not been able to reach the level of ignition, and even if it can be forcibly ignited, we do not have enough power to speed up the subsonic flight of the transport aircraft." The driver frowned.

"The fuel converter inside was damaged, and the high-temperature nickel-chromium alloy from the injection port was burned by high-temperature plasma, and the turbocharger and vacuum cooling chamber were also damaged to varying degrees, and the liquid nitrogen also leaked slightly." The co-pilot looked at the dark ruins of the city, which was supposed to be a small town built in the forest, but no one knew why there was such a dense forest around Shanghai, since the pilgrims came, this forest seemed to break through the ground overnight, which was like the ancient kingdom of Loulan disappeared overnight.

"It sounds like I'm driving you away, it's my fault." Sakurai sighed, "Let's keep up with the team, we'll go to the nearest joint defense circle after the mission, and we'll be waiting for the plane to leave." ”

"But it's a shame to leave this transport plane here." The pilot was reluctant to look at the "Albatross" transport plane.

"No way, let's make the most of it." The co-pilot hung the rifle on his shoulder, walked to the side of the "Albatross" transport plane, found a movable door on the outer wall of the transport plane, pulled out the pressure relief bolt on the side, the vacuum state was immediately lifted, and the movable door was pulled down with a bang, and the co-pilot took out a black aluminum metal box about one person high from inside.

"What is this, we don't have the extra hands to carry some toys." Naoto Sakurai frowned and looked at the co-pilot and couldn't help complaining.

"It's not a toy, the 'Viper' individual anti-aircraft missile, even if it can't cause too much damage to the 'Halo' fighter flying in the sky, but it can still be killed with one blow to the 'Rover'." The co-pilot handed the rifle to the driver, after which he carried the black aluminum box to his back, after which he pulled out the PKK-1990 "Magnon" pistol from the holster as a weapon of self-defense.

"Whatever you want, hopefully it will come in handy." Naoto Sakurai sighed, ignoring the pair of co-pilots who seemed to be insane, and turned back to the queue to take a closer look at the surroundings.

Obviously it has only been abandoned for five months, but the buildings here look dilapidated, the outer walls of the dilapidated buildings are crawling with creeper-like plants, through which Teng Man can faintly see the cracks left on the wall by bullets during the fierce battle, and a pool of blood that has dried up and changed color can be faintly seen in the corner of the wall, but the corpse has disappeared, either burned by plasma energy or dragged away and buried by the survivors.

The transport plane landed in a square, just a pre-scheduled landing site, which was the closest landing area to the mission site, but it was also one of the areas frequented by pilgrim parade teams.

"Pay attention to the vigilance, move forward carefully, one shift on the left and two shifts on the right." Naoto Sakurai stood in the middle of the queue and gave orders to the squad leaders of the two shifts, then turned to look at the driver and co-pilot behind him, "You guys follow closely, don't fall behind, we don't have time to wait for those who have fallen behind." ”

"Don't worry, sir." The driver patted his chest, "We'll come in handy." ”

"I hope so." Sakurai Naoto did not change his expression, picked up the rifle pair in front, looked at the compass attached to the tactical watch on his wrist, and ordered the motorized infantry door, "Ahead, two kilometers is the target location, and the defensive formation is advancing." ”

"Radar shows no anomalies nearby." A motorized infantryman immediately reported.

"Be vigilant." Sakurai Naoto nodded, and took the lead in walking forward, as if countless pairs of eyes were hidden in the endless darkness in front of him, staring at the fifteen people silently. The J-10B overhead lingered a few times again, and then flew away in one direction, and the "halo" fighter in the sky had disappeared, not that it was shot down by the J-10B, but that it was hidden somewhere, just like it suddenly appeared before, and now it suddenly disappeared.

"Get out of it, get out of it! Defensive formations spread out! As soon as the rear hatch of the "Chinook" opened, Captain Eric was the first to jump down, holding a standard TTI-2017 "Reaper" assault rifle and looking around vigilantly, and after not finding the enemy, he immediately shouted and urged the infantry who jumped off the "Chinook" after his pace, as if only the speed of light was his expected standard.

Ye Zifeng's back was pushed hard by Captain Eric, and he staggered forward two steps to stand firmly, and after scolding in his heart, he stood in his position and stood on guard with a rifle. It was pitch black, even through graphene glasses, he couldn't see all the surrounding scenes, as if he was smeared with thick ink, everything around him became a black hole that swallowed everything, and fear came from all directions like a tide, Ye Zifeng resisted the desire to run back to the transport plane, and the tense vigilance was the direction he was responsible for. It is Ye Zifeng who is most willing to do tasks such as maintaining law and order, after receiving the task of maintaining a press conference last time, everyone in the team sighed, only Ye Zifeng hid in the corner and snickered.

The last soldier was in place, and Eric returned to his place.

"Sir, a nearby Pilgrim Parade has sent a request for assistance." One soldier spoke to Captain Eric with a microcomputer in his hand, "A rebel squad has entered our mission, there has been a previous exchange of fire, and a Pilgrim parade squad has been annihilated. ”

"Ignore it, we have our mission." Captain Eric replied, "Exactly 2.5 kilometers ahead, advance in formation. ”

At this moment, a purple light suddenly lit up in the darkness on the side, followed by the humming sound of the "Halo" fighter when it was activated.

"Looks like there's an intruder." Eric looked at the "Halo" fighters that rose into the sky and couldn't help muttering, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, there are too many such situations, the past tense is like this, and the same is now, the pilgrims are always willing to use their air superiority to fight the rebel forces on the ground, but when their "Halo" fighters suitable for space combat fly on the earth, the maneuverability is always unsatisfactory, and sometimes there is an air battle, and the rebels can completely annihilate four "Halo" fighters with only two fighters, Even if it was a large-scale invasion of the joint defense circle, the "Halo" fighters did not play a big role, and they were shot down by ground artillery before they could get close. After several failures, the pilgrim high-level changed the method of using the "Halo" fighters, changed the form of a single hidden plane, scattered the groups of "Halos" into a single hidden in the jungle or urban ruins, and immediately took off to engage when the rebel planes entered the annihilation airspace, the advantage of this method is to take it by surprise, but if the purpose of the rebels is these "Halo" fighters entrenched in the jungle or ruins, as long as two fighters are arranged, they can easily be competent for the task of counter-annihilation.

Captain Eric was bored thinking about these boring things, and he moved forward with ease, with a radar search, and he was not worried about a surprise attack by the rebels.

"Farmhouse, this is Shepherd Five, and we're on our way to the target location." Captain Eric shifted the frequency to contact headquarters and began the mission debriefing, "A Pilgrim Parade has just asked us to help annihilate the rebels. ”

"Do what you can, I don't want my men to show signs of fighting with the rebels." On the walkie-talkie, the voice of the chief of the "farmhouse" operations section under the Regional Operations Coordination Department came out, looking at the radar display map on the big screen, and commanded Eric, "Pay attention to the distance of five hundred meters in the direction of eleven o'clock, there is a pair of pilgrim parade teams there, try to avoid them, if they attack first, try not to fight back." ”

"Shepherd Five understands." Captain Eric nodded, but at the same time he cursed in his heart, shook the rifle in his hand, and walked forward absentmindedly, whether it was a rebel or a pilgrim, Captain Eric didn't look at it at all, in Captain Eric's consciousness, rebels and pilgrims should not exist on the earth, and it wouldn't be good to leave an Earth Federation alone. Among them, the political relationship Eric, the warrior in charge of the battle, did not want to think too much, and he did not have that complex thinking. But hearing that the Pilgrims are the backstage of the Earth Federation made Eric slightly annoyed, why should a low-level mammal stand on top of our human heads.

(To be continued)