"You---want to kill me!!"

In the face of imminent death, it was useless to scold, and Liao Fan had to brace himself to deal with it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The anger that had been simmering in Info's chest took this opportunity to find a place to vent.

Maneuver to evade the enemy's first wave of attacks. Grab the opponent's 6 o'clock position and pour out the fire.

The slippery enemy fled the window of fire in a flash, and the bright white line of fire was helplessly thrown into the void.

The scarlet ballistics flashed, and a black shadow swept past the plane. It is impossible to see the details, only the on-board system gives a warning.

Two dark red halos, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper. The tail vent of the enemy aircraft flickered away.

"With missiles, fire!" , Xiucai shouted eagerly.

"Can't be locked!" , Liao Fan is just helpless.

The roar trailed the entity, passing near Brewster. The powerful lateral air flow shook the fighter like a fallen leaf in the wind. The thunderous scream made Liao Fan subconsciously want to escape.

There were three lone Brewsters left at the scene, and the enemy was gone.

"Is it a raid tactic?"

The heartbeat exceeded 140, blood pressure and hormone levels increased sharply, the body was simply not like its own, and the smell of blood filled the nasal passages. In order to avoid the collapse of his body, Liao Fan could only level the fighter.

"Dog-mother-raised-, running so fast!" Ivan's tone was full of exasperation.

He was a little glad. The alarm in his head came at the right time, even a thousandth of a second late, and he was now a fireball.

"It's a veteran, and at the same time as the radar is shining, the railgun is fired. We are not given time to reflect at all. You're in luck. ”

No matter how you listen to it, it feels twisted. Xiucai this guy did it on purpose to let his guard down, and then the enemy's attack arrived.

"It's a manifestation of competence. Let me be the long plane! ”

"I think you're mistaken! There's no way I'm going to hurt you, it's just a coincidence. ”

"It would be great if this coincidence was true, wouldn't it?" , Liao Fan wanted to fire at the long plane again.

"We're in the same boat, whoever dies, the other two are having a hard time."

seemed to have seen through Liao Fan's attempt, and Xiucai's words could dispel his idea of firing.

He thought that he had no underestimate of the enemy, but the fierceness of the enemy was still beyond his expectations. When it is not a time for infighting, convince yourself in this way and reactivate the identification system of friend or foe.

There was a relieved sound in the communication loop. Liao Fan remembered that the long plane had the intelligence sharing authority of the wingman. Removing the identification system of friend or foe without authorization, the behavior of aiming at the long plane must have been discovered by Xiucai.

Edlaide adjusted the formation to make the formation more loose, which is conducive to containment and pursuit. However, Liao Fan always felt that he was guarding against the black gun behind his back.

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It was obviously a constant temperature flight suit, and the feeling of heat made him breathless. Constantly calm the body with pure oxygen and deep breathing. He tried his best to observe the surroundings, not letting go of every detail, hoping to find out the movement of enemy planes in the clues.

The atmosphere of waiting for danger to come reminded him of the feelings of the condemned prisoners before their execution.

In the extremely high airspace on the right side of the nose, an abnormal yellow light swept by. On the radar screen, bright spots suddenly appear and disappear.

"One o'clock, be careful!"

Liao Fan issued a verbal warning, and at the same time controlled the body to climb with strength, and the landline rushed out.

Being attacked unilaterally made him very unwilling, like being punched by someone, but he couldn't fight back. The nameless fire in his chest tried his best to vent it.

"Missiles! That's a missile!! ”

Xiucai woke up the dreamer with a word. I remember that in the common sense of air combat, there is an account that the sudden appearance and disappearance of stealth fighters is a sign of missile launch.

Bright red balls of light popped out of the fighter's belly. Jamming bombs draw beautiful arcs in the air. Immediately, the fighter body made a S maneuver, and fell in a continuous turn, hiding in the halo of bright red decoy bombs.

It sounds like the sound of a water balloon hitting the ground. The sky was full of fire, and it erupted in the airspace where the decoy bombs were gathered.

The air-to-air missile exploded.

It was another critical moment to escape the nirvanal attack. Fear, the premonition of death, almost froze Liao Fan's brain, and made him lose the ability to think for a while.

The light of the explosion of the combat missile looked bewitching and dazzling in his eyes.

He felt the touch of death.

This time there was ample time at the level of consciousness to assess the level of danger. He shivered in the bone-chilling cold.

The violent jolt shook the fighter, and the blast pressed the fighter to the ground.

The bright white 4 lines of fire stretched all the way in the direction of the enemy aircraft. The dark void absorbed the line of fire, and no expected fireball appeared.

Xiucai's fighters rushed forward in the direction of enemy planes amid a roar, which was a common means of seeking close combat.

The vision was blood-red. The overload is close to the limit of what the human body can bear. The two friendly planes looked like two black dots, floating under the blood-red sky.

This reaction only occurs when it is subjected to gravitational acceleration of more than 15 G.

In the era of cosmic colonization, bioelectric technology was extremely developed. Through a reasonable cockpit layout, scientific anti-load suit design, and microcurrent stimulation from time to time, the pilot can withstand an astonishing overload of more than 18G. That's almost a millennium ago, when jet fighters first appeared, and human pilots were twice as resilient to overloads.

Even so, Liao Fan still felt the pain of falling apart. The stomach is tumbling and the mouth is full of blood. The field of vision is only half of normal.

In the distance, the report that Xiu had discovered the enemy plane sounded, and the man and bear urged him to hurry up and follow. It wasn't until the fighter plane returned to horizontal flight and the swelling pain in his brain subsided that he noticed that his two companions were rushing ahead, making close contact with the enemy plane.

Subconsciously activated the fighter afterburner, and this time it was my turn to do it.

He was not used to being beaten and wanted to fight back.

Pulling the joystick, with inexplicable rage, Brewster rolled over and joined the warband.

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Nearly 40 kilometers ahead, the target was found again. The other side is climbing at 90 degrees.

The squad attacks, and the blurred red spot on the enemy's tail is spiraling upward.

12.7mm railgun blind shot. I saw a bright white projectile pierce into the void and miss the target.

The anger in his chest turned to agitation, and he wanted to climb out of the cockpit and wave his fist.

"Liao Fan, calm down! Your heart rate and blood pressure are not normal, calm down! ”

Xiucai's reminder brought him back to his senses, and he quickly put his hand down from the emergency exit lever.

Fearing that he would fall into a state of madness again, he took off his oxygen mask and slapped his numb cheek with his hand, pain coming from afar.

"Xiucai, how did you command, it's too sloppy!" , Man Bear unceremoniously criticized Edlaide's incompetence.

"What can I do! Neither can catch up, nor can you fight, you can only wait for the opportunity. ”

"Cut!"

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Turn on night mode.

After being enhanced by the shimmer, a blurred shadow appeared in the pitch black. Coupled with the contour line outlined by electronic reinforcement, it can barely achieve the effect of daytime vision.

A pale green glow enveloped everything. The world became so unreal, like a dream.

Far away, in the friendly defense zone, the light of the line of fire is glowing green. The shock wave that was one step behind came from all directions.

Here, surprisingly calm.

Extremely high in the air, a black shadow flashed by. Liao Fan's fighter made a roller defensive posture while stumbling. A decoy bomb spilled to the side. Xiucai and Man-Bear formed a temporary two-plane formation and pursued the past in the direction of the black shadow in an attacking posture.

"Damn, Liao Fox, you can't do it! A piece of garbage scares you into such virtues! ”

“。。。。。。” , covered in cold sweat, he couldn't even refute, he blindly gasped.

Regrouped, the three fighters pulled even wider.

The glow at the tail spout of the wingman flashes and flickers. Every time he flickered, he couldn't help but guess whether the enemy plane was getting closer.

"Toot..." The alarm tone sounds.

The three fighters rotated in unison, the railgun was in an excited state, the fire control radar focused and irradiated, and the combat missile was activated.

The alarm sound is silent. His heart was beating wildly, and the inexplicable emptiness and loss turned into bursts of irritability that spread through his body.

The enemy is provoking.

He could feel the hatred in his eyes, staring through the dark depths of space. The enemy plane is persistent, and will definitely attack again, and the target will be his fighter.

The three of them did not dare to slack off, and even if they could not see the enemy, they maintained a high level of tension, and the fighters circled in a defensive posture.

The problem with the squad is serious. Several high-overload maneuvers have caused huge consumption of fighters, and energy reserves have been in a warning position.

"I see!"

He yelled in the communication loop.

"This is the opportunity that enemy aircraft is waiting for! It is waiting for us to run out of energy. ”

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The 3 old fighters began to lower their altitude, changed formations and retreated to the east.

Extremely high airspace, a vague shadow of a plane, quietly began to dive. It is like a bird of prey staring at its prey, silently swooping towards its prey.

Yamada is a veteran, not an ace, but he has a lot of experience. He's in charge of bombing the town below, and two cloudburst bombs are enough to make the miniature settlement jump.

Taking off from the mothership, diving into the target area, only to find out that there were 3 ridiculous old planes on the defensive.

He did not adopt the method of direct bombardment to light the enemy, but carefully chose the tactics of one-hit detachment, patiently waiting for the opponent to reveal his flaws.

The movements of the 3 enemy planes were blunt and childish, and they looked like rookies at first glance.

Several times in a row, the inevitable attack was inexplicably missed. While his self-esteem and self-confidence were damaged, he had to lament the miraculous effect of luck on the battlefield.

Holding his breath, he circled in the extremely high airspace, waiting for his chance. This time he had to wait until the moment when the enemy plane's energy ran out.

The opportunity came, and the opponent really couldn't hold on.

The adrenal hormones in the body are secreted in large quantities, and the sensations become more acute than usual. The anger is irrepressible, and the whole body is hot and dry. He urgently needed to use the blood of three rookies to cool the scorching battle intent.

With a flick of the joystick, the fighter leaps and dives downward. In order to achieve the effect of the assault, he even used afterburner.

The ground grew sharply in front of the eyes, occupying almost the entire field of view, and 3 enemy planes were close at hand in the blink of an eye. Yamada chose to shoot with a large-caliber railgun.

One-hit kills are a tradition for Imperial Warriors.

The mask covered the hideous expression, the eyes turned red from overfocusing on the target, breaking through 7 times the speed of sound, and the air and space fighter was like a bolt of lightning, thunderbolting down.

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He was still young and he didn't want to die.

The moment the alarm appeared in his heart, he piloted the fighter plane and dived in the direction of the enemy's attack.

The enemy's blows are swift. At this time, there are no tactics, no thoughts, no fear and fear, the brain is between intentional and unintentional, and the body is acting subconsciously.

30 mm and 20 mm magnetic rail shells, flashing past the fuselage. The right main wingtip was hung by a line of fire, and after the cracking sound, the navigation lights at the wingtips were slashed. The system indicates that the aerodynamic shape is damaged and the maneuverability is reduced by 1.3%.

He ignored the warning, pulled up the fighter, and changed out. I watched the wingtips creak with a terrible creak due to the loss of strength. He suppressed the urge to level the plane, forcing himself not to pay attention to the main wing, which could break at any moment.

He is like a climber who relies on the rope on his body to save his life, watching the safety rope break one by one, but there is no other way but to bet that the safety device can still hold up before reaching the top.

Eight short-range combat bombs chased the passing black shadow and bit it. Bright white lines of fire encircled the shadow, restricting its path of maneuver.

It's all done in a flash of light. Liao Fan completed the evasive maneuver, and was glad that the fighter plane did not disintegrate in the air. Scarlet jamming bombs shot out from the tail of the enemy plane, and the dark red jet spots turned bright red.

Combat missiles strive to track their targets and become the last of the powerful crossbows. They drew a depressed arc in the air and fell unwillingly to the ground. After 8 flashes, the void returned to darkness.

The enemy aircraft exposed the back of the widest fighter in front of the eyes of 3 people, and the afterburner climbed. Its triumphant flight posture and gently trembling wingtips provoked Liao Fan's nerves.

He didn't have the luck of the rest of his life, only the anger of being teased again. This is ridicule, the enemy knows that there is nothing to do about him here, but he exposes the weakness of the fighter and humiliates the rookie on the battlefield.

Dense, bright white lines of fire, unexpectedly intervening from the other direction.

It looked like the air and space fighter had hit the line of fire on its own. Dense magnetic track projectiles burrowed into the fighter's body, easily tearing through everything that stood in the way.

The smooth bubble-like hatch cover burst out with dense cracks, and the blood red instantly stained most of the hatch cover.

The fighter plane was still climbing at a last-minute angle, and the engine on the right detached from the fuselage after exploding, tumbling and falling. The invincible war eagle lost its balance and made an asymmetrical flip along the crooked axis, rushing to an altitude of 50,000 meters. The second main engine was shut down. It resembles a brick, remaining in the air for a few seconds in a stall state before falling to the ground. The nose of the plane is tilted to the side, maintaining a posture of striving upward.

The bright white line of fire reappeared, and the fighter plane turned into a fireball. Countless fragments of parts flew away. A beautiful wreath of light bloomed in the sky.

The enemy was killed, but it was not theirs. There are no of those deadly bright yellow lines of fire in the plan.

Losing the goal, the anger in my heart is withdrawn, I feel empty, and I don't know what to do next.

"You three, what are you doing there stupidly, form a formation with me and go to support the others!"

The instructor's reprimand woke him up.

"We're going to bottom out of energy."

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me."