The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the loss was huge.

"Tom's" eyes turned red on the spot.

Death is so near, not even in Libya.

That little ghost!

It's just too eye-catching, hateful!

On the contrary, "Tom", who had been hit one after another, was aroused to violent ferocity, completely let go, and piloted the fighter to carry out hard-to-hard tactics, attacking the forward-swept wing fighter again and again.

A barrage crisscrossed the sky, and the two fighters engaged in a decisive battle.

The loss of most of the function of the single vertical tail made it impossible for the fighter to make many tactical maneuvers, but the experienced "Tom" knew what kind of operation could barely make up for some of the airframe's performance, but after all, it was more time-consuming and laborious than the intact state.

By this time, "Tom" had already consumed most of his physical strength, whether it was a limit climb or a dive away, it consumed a lot of his energy and physical strength.

The X-1 forward-swept wing fighter is like a maggot attached to the bone, finally revealing its most hideous side.

Aerial artillery, or aerial artillery.

One after another fiery snakes shot straight out, hitting the EF2000 "Typhoon" in the rain of bullets, and the super-maneuverability of the forward-swept wing fighter was too advantageous in this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

The X-1 with a custom shoot-out mode doesn't waste too much ammo, which is exactly what Linmer needs for precision artillery.

This unique point-of-fire setting has not only been applied to Lin Mo's J-10, the current J-18 and "Demon", but also applied to future mass production models such as J-14 and J-20.

Lin Mo is not willing to consume the short-range air-to-air combat missile under the wing, this opponent is obviously a poor ghost now, even if he kills the opponent, he can only get 20 points for shooting down, at best, he can only earn back some fuel money.

It's not cost-effective to use missiles, and the cheapest short-range air-to-air combat missile costs 5 points. How could Lin Mo waste missiles on this poor ghost in vain, and greet the other party with some cheap cannon bullets.

In addition to exchanging the points won by Lin Mo for necessary ammunition and fuel and other supplies, the right to use them is almost entirely owned by the state, and even the defense star has to apply to the military if he wants to exchange something. After approval, he can only exchange some technology and equipment when Lin Mo is promoted to the mid-level group.

This is the right and obligation in exchange for free sponsorship, and everyone takes what they need.

There is no free lunch in the world, and if Lin Mo was not able to win valuable "Abyss Nirvana" points, it would be impossible for the military to waste valuable resources on Lin Mo at will.

"Give me death!"

"Tom" stared at the forward-swept wing fighter and pressed the launch button of the long-activated close-range air-to-air combat missile.

The close-range melee projectile under the wing that had accumulated all his resentment was launched with a faint white smoke and swooped straight at Lin Mo's X-1 forward-swept wing fighter.

He had already seen that the other side was not willing to waste precious missiles on himself, but only wanted to solve himself with aerial artillery.

Rao is so. He was not a kamikaze, and he was not willing to die before he could get out of the army, so he had to do everything he could to dodge the geometric angle of the opponent's artillery attack.

The EF2000 "Typhoon" with its static and unstable aerodynamic design is constantly maintaining a strange maneuver in the sky, but Lin Mo, who is also very familiar with and understands this aerodynamic design, is gradually retracting his clutches.

The close-range combat missile launched by the opponent did not pose any threat to the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter at all, and with a slight flip of the wing, the close-range combat missile was successfully detonated. The shrapnel detonated by the proximity engine did not even allow the Flowing Wave Tianhua Circle on the surface of the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter to break through.

A completely pointless attack, not even a threat.

"Tom" gasped, and the other man shook his wings nonchalantly. To put it mildly, the close-range combat missile detonated at a distance of 100 meters from the direction of five o'clock in the fuselage.

The opponent's body is intact.

Moreover, this is the result of the assistance of guidance through their own external lidar, and the other party is easily out of the limited attack geometry angle of the EF2000 "Typhoon", and I am afraid that it will not be able to accurately guide at all.

I still have one missile left, how can this be good.

The design range of the close-range combat missile is 10 kilometers, but it is not bad to be able to reach 8 kilometers in actual combat, and for supersonic fighters, the distance of 8 kilometers is almost a matter of seconds.

Such an opponent is really too difficult.

A series of loud beetles and loud noises like rain hitting plantains pulled back the god of "Tom".

A series of ferocious bullets swept directly on the fuselage of the "Typhoon", and the "Tom" in the cockpit was violently shaken. Countless metal shards flew outside the cockpit, and the flames immediately reflected the entire cockpit, and a terrible crack extended from the rear of the cabin to the front, almost through the entire cockpit.

The joystick completely lost feedback in an instant, and most of the signal lights went out at the same time. The body is in a loss of control.

The entire "Typhoon" was split in two in mid-air, and the air knights fought each other, killing with one blow, and the victory or defeat was often only separated in a second or two.

"Tom", who once again brushed the side of death, changed his face drastically, and did not hesitate to grab the catapult switch.

Lady Luck can't bless herself again and again.

There is only one air-to-air missile and some artillery bullets left, and it can be said that "Tom" has long had no capital to compete with Lin Mo, and it is inevitable that he will be defeated, but "Tom" still did not find a chance to turn the situation back in the end.

A pilot's seat and the brittle hatch ejected the first half of the broken body at high speed, and Tom felt his head hit hard by something, and the fiberglass helmet was cut open by the debris that had been ejected.

This is over, the loss of this special version of the EF2000 "Typhoon" will definitely make you kicked out of the Royal Air Force, and you will be eliminated in the rookie group, which is simply too embarrassing, maybe you will become a shame for the British Royal Air Force and be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

If the gaze could be turned into a laser weapon, I am afraid that Lin Mo and his fighter would have been shot down from the sky by "Tom" countless times.

The two bodies erupted into flames one after another, the ammunition was detonated, the fuel was ignited, and two fireballs exploded in mid-air, and the ejection seat was almost wrapped in huge fireballs and rose a distance of dozens of meters high, and then began to fall.

The ejection seat detached, and a white umbrella flower bloomed in the sky.

"Damn bastard, I curse you to hell."

"Tom", hanging under the parachute, struggled to pull out his self-defense pistol, intending to fire a few shots at the forward-swept wing fighter who was circling the parachute and seemed to be showing off.

If you're lucky, you might be able to get that kid out of the sky.

"Tom" was really annoyed by this "No. 13".

As soon as he had time to pull out the pilot's standard self-defense pistol, the parachute suddenly shook, and "Tom" looked up and saw that his soul was scattered on the spot.

The parachute was still not spared, it caught fire, the wind helped the fire, and the fire on the umbrella cloth of the chemical fiber material became more and more intense, and eighty percent of it was stained with burning fragments just now.

"Poor baby!"

Lin Mo, who was sitting in the cockpit, shook his head, and had no intention of going over to rescue.

Rescue?!Lin Mo would only turn his wings and cut the opponent in half.

Through the light mirror technique, Lin Mo had already seen that the undead guy was still trying to shoot him with a pistol.

Uncle doesn't care if you kill or bury it!

X-1 returned to Damascus airbase.

"Hey! Poor ghost!"

Lin Mo really found out the points he had just gained in the mission center, only 20 basic points, and the other party didn't have any points left, it was clearly deliberately aimed at himself, and he was fighting against him.

Now Lin Mo's ranking has ranked 65th in the government army camp list, 111th in the overall list, 3 shots down, and successfully promoted to the seventh rank of the junior rank.

As long as he defeated two more opponents, Lin Mo would be able to squeeze out of the mid-tier ace deck, and his own sponsors would be able to redeem their points for what they wanted.

"What's wrong?"

Sally stroked her hair under her turban, still standing beside Lin Mo like a bird.

"20 points! The other party is simply sincere in fighting to the death with me. ”

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the ranking list, the column of the British's name turned gray, marked with a death mark, such a high height, the parachute was still ignited, even if a rhinoceros fell down, it would turn into meat puree.

Lin Mo still remembers the height when he shot down the opponent, about 5400 meters high, and the British lost another trump card, so it is estimated that he is jumping straight in some corner at this time.

Needless to say, what Lin Mo did in the Talshegheib Air Force Base in Aleppo, the ** military camp, was enough to give the other side countless reasons to deliberately target Lin Mo.

Then let the horses come!

The corners of Lin Mo's mouth were slightly raised, his mind was like lightning, and after a while, he turned his head to look at Sally who was standing quietly beside him, and said, "How much have you won in bets now?" ”

Sally held out two fingers.

"Twenty million?" Lin Mo's gaze was tinged with inquiry.

The Persian girl shook her head.

"Two billion?"

Sally still shook her head like a wave drum, and there was obvious anger in her eyes, what are you angry about? She obviously felt that Lin Mo was teasing herself.

Without waiting for Lin Mo to speak, Sally released the answer in advance: "Two hundred and one hundred million dollars." ”

"You don't leave some money, set aside the capital first?"

These two hundred million are really fluttering, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel angry, he is really not the material to make money, how long has it been, this Afghan girl who likes to stick to herself has saved such a large amount of family business.

I worked hard, and I didn't earn as much as the other party, so I knew that it was better to pull Sally as the sponsor of the "demon", this little girl must be willing to do it.

"No!" Sally looked at Lin Mo firmly.

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