At the same time that the players of the Alliance were preparing for battle, the Third Air Group of the Southern Corps was also ready for battle.

A hundred "Dagger" fighters formed an attack formation in the air and swooped down on the incoming group of planes with murderous vigour, like wolves hunting sheep.

For these Borneo fighters, the Wilantes apparently did not pay attention.

Even if the cost of training a propeller pilot is not as exaggerated as that of a jet, it will take at least five or six months to train.

And that's the basics.

If you want to ensure adequate combat effectiveness, you must go through 10 months of training and guarantee at least 400 hours of flight time.

With the combat talent of the Willants, the training efficiency is about 1.5~2 times that of ordinary people, but it takes three months at the earliest to form effective combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, the Borneo kingdom that evolved from the army of the Heavenly Kings has not even been established for so long!

Even if they could procure some civilized equipment from the Alliance, they would not be able to find a few decent pilots.

That's why.

Without the slightest hesitation, these 100 "daggers" increased their speed to the maximum and pounced on the group of medals flying all over the sky, for fear that they would be robbed of the first credit by the airships in the distance or the air defense units on the ground!

"Die!!"

With a roar of courage, Milton, who had been eyeing the nearest enemy plane, did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and the two 10mm cannons under the seat erupted thick tongues of fire.

"Bang Bang Bang ——!"

The deafening roar shook the cabin with a crisp sound, and the thick and long rain of bullets was like a spear piercing out of his hand!

It's going to be a battle without any suspense!

It can't even be called a battle, it's a completely one-sided slaughter!

After all, the guy who rushed towards him at this moment was only halfway through the training session, and he didn't even find the safety of the weapon anywhere, and Bacheng was shouting with his teammates next to him why he couldn't shoot.

It's an exaggeration, but the meaning is not much different.

The corners of Milton's mouth curled into a mocking smirk.

It was as if he had seen the fireball burning and falling to the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he had even begun to search for the next target favored by death.

However, at this moment, a scene that stunned him happened.

I saw that the plane that should have been torn to shreds suddenly turned sideways.

Seeing that the long trail light was about to tear it apart, it was like a nimble bird, riding on the rapid air flow to turn sideways, and with the lateral thrust generated by the air resistance, it completed a large wheelbase drum-like roll, and lightly let the shuttle cannon pass, and rushed straight at the speed without slowing down.

The flowing movement is like a flipped sword flower in the hands of a fencing champion.

And the murderous machine hidden in it has quietly revealed its edge.

Milton's eyes were straight, his two eyeballs were eager to stare at him like a ping-pong ball, and cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

This guy is by no means a rookie!

Nope-

It should be said that that guy could never be a pilot in Borneo!

That skillful flying skills and on-the-spot reaction could not be practiced in the exercise.

Only by experiencing the brink of death countless times, and breaking free from the chains of death countless times, can it be possible to hone the skill of playing with death between applause.

That guy is definitely an ace!

He's in trouble!

"!"

Secretly scolding, Milton slammed on the rudder with his right foot, pulled up and maneuvered, trying to bite the sight back into the plane's trajectory and make up for it.

However, the other party did not give him this opportunity.

At the same time as the drum maneuver was completed, the preemptive W-2 threw out a short and deadly cannon.

The 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb drew an arc of death in the air, like a top-down diagonal slash, sealing in the direction of Milton's car.

The winner is decided.

"It's over—"

With no chance to dodge, Milton watched in despair as the fleeting window of fire walked away, and then inevitably crashed into the deadly cannon.

"Boom ——!"

A cloud of hot smoke came out of the flames of the explosion, and a "dagger" with a broken wing spun quickly and fell to the ground.

"First kill...... Go all the way. ”

Looking at the downed enemy plane, Feng Qing casually threw down a goodbye, and then skillfully pulled out the marker pen inserted in his trouser leg, and wrote the first stroke of the word "positive" on the side of the cabin.

Well played.

It's still a little too tender, though.

That guy was probably in a hurry to get the first kill, firing from such a distance, she didn't even need to turn on the agility talent, and just dodged with a simple roller maneuver.

And that guy's next move is also very easy to judge, and he will definitely find a way to remedy it after he fails to hit it.

It is enough to take advantage of the moment when the two cannons bite you and use the cannons to block the movement trajectory of the enemy plane in advance.

Due to the light enemy of the enemy, the window left for her to shoot was sufficient.

At the same time, the ghost's voice came from the communication channel.

"Oooo Dry nice breeze! ”

"Haha, it's okay......"

Feng Qing smiled shyly, replied humbly, and then skillfully locked on to the next target.

Since the establishment of the Goblin Corps, she has been flying planes, not to mention that the flight time has exceeded thousands of hours, and the time to resurrect is more than that.

Countless deaths have long since made her proficient in flying.

It's no exaggeration to say that the plane she's flying is like a part of her body, and she can even feel the air blowing on the flaps.

At this moment, the voice of anger came from the communication channel.

"Gan! Robbed Lao Tzu's first kill! ”

Ghost: "Hahaha! The head of the regiment has to work hard, don't be caught up by newcomers one day. ”

WC really has mosquitoes: "Hehe! It can't be. ”

Newcomer No. 1: "Hehe, that's not good, the head of the regiment is Bibi?" ”

WC really has mosquitoes: "Than a hammer!" You haven't touched the plane as many times as Lao Tzu fell! Do your own tasks well, don't just think about the head, throw the bomb on me and then pull the calf! ”

Newcomer No. 1: "Gan! Dog mosquitoes discriminate against newcomers! I'll go to the forum and hang you! ”

WC really has mosquitoes: "%#¥@!" ”

Newcomer No. 2: "Whoa!!" Long live the managers! ”

Newcomer No. 3: "Mommy!! Isn't this Nima much more exciting than the thunder!? ”

Ghost: "Well, is it because there are more people?" It feels like the newcomers are getting more and more against the sky......"

can imagine his friend's expression on his forehead, Feng Qing didn't know what to say, so he could only smile.

"Ahaha...... But I feel that the head of the regiment likes them quite a bit. ”

The first fireball bloomed in the sky covered with black clouds.

A parachute floated out of the burning cabin and crashed to the ground with the pride of the Third Air Force of the Southern Corps.

Looking at the comrades who were shot down on the first contact, all the Willant pilots were dumbfounded.

No one thought that the first battle damage of this battle would actually appear on their side.

What they didn't expect was that the speed of the opponent's shot was so clean and decisive.

“…… It's the pilots of the Alliance. The captain's face darkened, and his constricted pupils burned with a fierce light.

Even if he was sluggish, he reacted.

The people sitting on these Borneo-flagged planes in front of them are not survivors of Borneo at all!

It's the people of the Alliance!

The boiling flames were like a slap in the face, and they slammed into the face of every pilot of the Third Air Force.

However, they are a race made to fight.

Instead of being frightened by the sudden casualties, they were instead aroused by the fighting spirit in their chests sitting in the cockpit, and completely put away the arrogance and contempt in their hearts.

For the alliance to participate in the war, the top and bottom of the Southern Army have been prepared for a long time, and they will not drop their jaws in surprise.

At most, they didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so fast, and they moved seriously from the beginning, sending their own planes and pilots together.

But that's fine.

Instead of constantly watching out for enemies hiding in the shadows, it's better to have a good fight!

“…… If you want to die, I will fulfill you!! ”

The captain of the air squadron roared in anger and, with his tongue-spitting cannon, bit down on the nearest W-2 plane.

The distance of one kilometer was fleeting, and the two sides soon fell into a hand-to-hand fight.

The roar of cannons filled the battlefield, and tracer lights flying in the sky stretched in the air.

The flaming trajectory was like a cavalryman's spear in the hands of a horseman, tossing and going under the low dark clouds.

There are constantly planes falling from the sky.

Among them were the "Dagger", which belonged to the Legion, and the "Mosquito", which belonged to the Union.

The combat effectiveness of these Willant pilots is not weak, and they are even much stronger than those servant pilots in the Falcon Kingdom.

And their planes are the same, completely different from the "export products" used by the Falcon Kingdom Air Force to simplify the production process!

Even if the same propeller is used, there is still a huge difference between the two, and both maneuverability and speed are completely different from the same level.

After shooting down four planes in a row, Feng Qing gradually felt a little tired.

Her left wing was moderately damaged, the leading edge flap appeared to be broken, and there was not much ammunition left...... And that's not even the deadliest.

The most lethal thing is that the airship that turned around and returned to defense is getting closer and closer, and the anti-aircraft fire on the ground has also completed fire preparations one after another.

The enemy fleet is moving in an orderly manner to the north.

If they follow, it will take a maximum of 5 minutes to enter the airship's net of fire. And if they don't stick to it, they will soon be bitten by anti-aircraft fire from the ground.

Looking at the several bullet holes that pierced the cabin, Feng Qing took a deep breath, prepared to reopen, and shouted towards the communication channel.

“…… Head! This distance is almost enough, let's start the second phase of the battle! ”

Obviously, the mosquito brother feels the same way.

After a brief rustle of electricity, the sound of determination soon came from the communication channel.

"All units listen to orders! This operation has entered the second stage! Remember your goals! Before crashing, be sure to run out of ammunition for Lao Tzu! ”

"See you at the forum!"

"Whoa!!"

With that, the mosquito brother himself first shouted, then pressed down the nose of the machine that rose upwards, and pounced on the train station diagonally below.

The impassioned roar ignited the blood in the hearts of all players, Feng Qing only felt the blood in her veins burning, and she shouted along with her, who had always been quiet.

The remaining 60 or so W-2 planes suddenly dispersed into a flood of fireworks and turned around and slammed into the ground, catching the "daggers" who were fighting with them and moving the battlefield to the north by surprise.

The captain of the 3rd Air Force, frightened in his heart, remembered the order of the command, and shouted angrily towards the communication channel.

"Stop them!"

Without his orders at all, the well-trained Willant pilots, after sensing the intentions of these Alliance pilots, immediately ended the game of chasing and chased after them.

But it's too late!

The planes that rushed to the ground seemed to have no intention of pulling themselves back up, and as they swooped, they turned on the buzzer and pushed the electric door to the bottom.

"Woo——!"

The shrill howl of the thorn resounded in the air like the horn of death.

They each found their target, and then emptied the last dozens of rounds of ammunition that remained in the cannon.

The rain of fire fell from the sky, and the Willant soldiers guarding near the train station were startled and sought shelter.

The stevedores were the same, and when they heard the screeching sound, they dropped their belongings and fled desperately in the direction of the outside of the train station.

One of the planes crashed straight into a warehouse, which soon exploded, with a dazzling fire from the roof, crackling like firecrackers.

These planes use fuel cells based on solid hydrogen, and the de-safety thing is a bomb in itself, and the energy density is so high that it is unknown where it is to be blown up in real life.

And this soaring flame is just the beginning!

In addition to the W-2 attack planes with their cannons, there were also some planes with 100 kg of bombs hanging from their bellies!

The metallic hydrogen is much more ruthless than the pure solid hydrogen, not to mention that it is also mixed with some other formulas that increase the power.

And these planes piloted by the "goblin newcomers", one by two, also have a clear goal, heading straight for the locomotives parked in the train station.

And those railways to the northern regions, as well as bridges across the river!

It is unrealistic to stop the torrent of steel that rushes north.

However, they can use a logistical attack to slow down the Legion's 170,000-strong offensive and buy more time for the Moon Resistance to the north.

A plane with a bomb on it sprinted straight toward a train full of cargo, and it was only a moment before the crash that the bomb was released and crashed into it.

The Willant pilot chasing behind its ass was dumbfounded, and he could only grit his teeth and pull the nose up when he saw the flames rushing in his face.

These guys are crazy!

The explosions continued for five minutes, each of which made the hearts of the Wilantes soldiers hiding around bleed.

Sixty planes burned themselves like fireworks, causing huge damage to the transportation arteries and strategic facilities in Xifan Port and its surroundings, and the "daggers" chasing after them had no choice but to watch.

"!!"

Looking at the fire train station, the captain of the Third Air Force beat his thigh in anger, but he didn't expect to crack the freshly bandaged wound on his arm, and grinned in pain.

A cannon had pierced his cockpit, and although it didn't hit anyone else, the fragments of the crash had grazed his arm and nearly cut his artery.

Although he was holding back a cloud of anger in his heart, he had no choice but to consult the control tower of the airport at the moment, and then gave the order to the other members of the air team to return home.

At the same time, the four "Sabre" jet fighters that had arrived from the direction of Eternal Night Harbor also pounced in the air, cruising in the air but could not find the enemy plane, so they had no choice but to return home.

These aircraft are very demanding at the airport and ground handling environment, and there is not even an airport where they can land and provide maintenance services.

Looking at the dots of light that disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye on the radar screen, General Gurion's face was as gloomy as the cloudy sky.

Without asking his subordinates, he could guess how much damage the air raid had caused.

The adjutant standing next to him swallowed and said in a difficult tone.

"It was a suicide attack...... Are these blue gophers crazy?! ”

For a group of survivors who have nothing to do with it, they actually put their lives on the line!

He couldn't understand what those guys were thinking.

Don't they have families of their own?!

The ugly General Gurion didn't make the same fuss as his adjutant, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Previously, the staff speculated that the Alliance probably had some kind of technology related to cloning that could be operated remotely...... Now it seems that the judgment of the General Staff was probably correct. ”

This is a speculation made by the Legion's staff during the previous siege of the Torch Church.

According to the feedback of the front-line soldiers, they found that although the soldiers of the alliance suffered continuous casualties, the number of elite troops had never decreased.

There is only one explanation.

That's the casualties of some of the Alliance's soldiers - especially the elite troops, who are actually clones or something like that.

It may sound a bit bizarre, but it seems to be the most plausible explanation.

And it would explain why the Coalition's Vault dwellers rarely appear outside of the range of communication, and why the Coalition has gone to great lengths to market their cables.

From this he can make preliminary inferences.

That is, clones operated by the inhabitants of the Vault can only move within a communication radius.

And in those places outside the communication radius, they can only risk going with their real bodies, and if they die, they are really dead.

For example, the four blue gophers who had been to Xifan Harbor before.

Hearing General Gurion's words, the adjutant standing next to him was stunned for a moment, and said with a hesitant expression on his face.

"But...... If so, why didn't our signal jamming bombs work? ”

He always felt that the technology of "remotely controllable clones" sounded too bizarre, and even the idea that the Coalition's Vault Dwellers were actually androids was more reliable than this assumption.

General Gurion shook his head, still firmly believing in his conjecture.

"Electromagnetic waves aren't the only medium of signaling, have you forgotten those varieties of slime molds? We still haven't quite figured out what that psychic signal is. ”

I heard that it was a long, long time ago, when the Human Federation discovered some planetary consciousness on the planet Gaia, and was inspired to develop a technology called the "Psychic Interference Device".

This thing can drive away creatures of lower minds and communicate with creatures of higher minds, and was once considered by the academic community at the time to be the best medium of communication with extraterrestrial civilizations.

After all, language communication is too inefficient, which not only takes a long time to decipher, but also can lead to misunderstandings.

And whether or not they will be led by the nose by the telepathic interference signal can also be used as a litmus test to measure whether the other person's mind is worth communicating, and what kind of strategy to communicate.

However, even though the "telepathic interference technology" was developed in the era of the Human Union, even after entering the wasteland era, no one can really figure out what that so-called telepathic signal is.

The Union is obviously the same, but this does not prevent those who have mastered this technology from using it.

Looking at the adjutant and the other officers who were completely stunned, Gurion said in a firm tone.

“…… No matter what medium they use to operate the clones, the signal always needs to be transmitted to the front line via cables or cell towers or something, and these facilities are traceable! ”

As he spoke, he looked at an officer standing at the command table and gave the order.

“…… The difference in appearance between us Willants and the locals is too great for us to operate behind enemy lines. I need you to train a special force of Brahmans to infiltrate the rear of our enemy and launch a raid specifically against our enemy's communications facilities! ”

The officer stood up and gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

Looking back at the map spread out on the command table, the corners of General Gurion's mouth gradually raised a grim smile.

He admits that the airstrike caught him off guard, and that the coalition reacted faster than he expected.

But it would be naïve for these guys to think that they could thwart his whole plan by such clumsy means.

This war has only just begun.

Since the Alliance's air force entered the war in advance, those equipment specially prepared for the Alliance can also be deployed in advance.

While expensive missiles are not needed against the natives, they are worth it for the Alliance.

No matter how cheap those clones are, planes with plasma engines and fusion reactors are not cheap, and it's worth trading as many missiles as you want.

In addition to the planes, there are those ships.

Putting away the light enemy in his heart, Gurion stared intently at the sea in the southwest corner of the map.

If nothing else.

The fleet of the South China Sea Alliance should have arrived......

(End of chapter)