"Mom, I'm scared, help......" The screams of Xian Ge Yayi's liver and intestines were simply sad and tearful, but unfortunately, there was no shortage of hard-hearted people on this flying machine.

"Nima, don't always scream ghosts," Miss Fei Yin roared.

"Just look at where I am......" String Ge Yayi cried.

While the enemy was still approaching, I tilted my head sideways and just glanced at it, and suddenly a sympathy from the bottom of my heart never existed.

Our poor elven archer's attack position was directly below me - he was directly below the entire flying machine, to be exact. In the belly of the aircraft, a transparent firing position was poked out at some point, and the barrels of the two beams were sticking out to the rear. The hapless creature was now hanging upside down in the firing bay with his head down, and the vast expanse of land below was sweeping backwards at a rapid pace. To be honest, in such a shooting position, even if a normal person with a sound mind sits there, he will inevitably be frightened, and he will inevitably have the illusion that he may fall down at any time, let alone a serious patient with a fear of heights.

"Boom" Another loud explosion sounded, and our aircraft shook twice, and the screams of "Ah......h

"You quit, don't hold on," the geese shouted with concern.

"If I can retreat, I will retire a long time ago, I dare not open my eyes, and I can't bring up the system menu." It sounds like the strings are in terrible shape.

"The enemy is approaching, about to enter combat mode, the countdown begins, 5 ......" It doesn't look like the dwarf coachman who was piloting the flying machine doesn't look like a sympathetic guy either.

"Take off the helmet, take off the helmet" The idea of the Yangtze River Delta made me puzzled: Xian Ge Yayi obviously didn't wear a helmet.

"Oh, see, I'm picking," replied String Go, who replied in a down-to-earth manner, and I caught a glimpse of his hands raised above his head as if he were actually taking off some kind of helmet.

“…… The countdown to the fourth and third ...... continues.

"Oops, stuck," the string Ge Yayi's voice was hoarse.

“…… As soon as the battle began, "With this command, the aircraft flipped in a volley, dodging three dangerous beams of direct fire.

"Vomit ......" A very disgusting sound came out of the mouth of the string song.

It seems that this aerial tumbling has come at a bad time......

"How are you? Are you okay? The wild goose array was a little panicked, and asked vigorously.

"Present...... It's okay now......" Xian Ge Yayi sat in the firing bay with her hands raised, her voice sounding extremely weak, "Look...... Looks like I'm really going to have to change my brainwave sensor......" His voice sounded a little farther away than where he was now, and it seemed to be echoing.

"How? Are you alright? Niu Million also asked with concern.

"I'm glad I'm still alive......" The elven archer's voice sounded worse than dead, but after hundreds of years, it couldn't hide the hint of a malicious prank, "...... If I hadn't drunk back what I had vomited, I would have almost drowned myself......"

Everyone: "......"

It seems that everyone has decided to leave this disgusting guy alone for a while.

"I'm sorry guys, but I'm going to have to clean my helmet first. I'll hang up for now, and then call me when this section is over......"

"Get out", "Get out", "You disgusting guy, you might as well die", "That's it, die early and reincarnate early" Everyone once again agreed, scolding viciously, followed by some uncontrollable laughter.

"Hmph, you unsympathetic guys......" Xian Ge Yayi's body froze in the distance, but her voice faded away.

I don't know exactly what happened to String Ge, but one thing I'm pretty sure of is that he can't count on this fight.

"They're coming," shouted Niu million on the port side, and opened fire on the approaching enemy. The weapon he fired from his cockpit was not exactly the same as mine, two short, tiny balls of light, obviously less powerful, but capable of firing continuously, and the string of green dots of light converged in two flowing curves in the air, dancing dangerously in the air.

Unfortunately, his shooting skills were clearly not as trustworthy as his eyes, and the dense balls of light swept by, with only a few sporadic hits.

I saw a green groove above each enemy plane, and a little of the green groove that was hit was covered in red. I believe this is somewhat similar to the soul markers on our heads that show health, and are also used to mark the durability of those aircraft.

I immediately turned the cockpit to the left to aim, and soon, an enemy plane flew into my screen, I sweated with both hands, carefully adjusting the angle, and when the aperture in the middle of the screen caught it, I excitedly pressed the launch button on my right hand, and a thick ray of light shot out, viciously pounced on my target, and then ......

It then swept past the target's ass and flew all the way to a distance I couldn't see.

I missed.

At the same time, my buddies also took action. Beams of light scattered and flew in all directions, intertwined into a dazzling network of firepower. However, the strange thing is that this seemingly dense net did not play its due role, and very few enemy planes were shot, only one of them crashed head-on into one of Ding Dingxiaoge's ammunition after crossing the layers of fire, and finally exhausted the last trace of durability, and then fell headlong in smoke.

In front of me, several lines of text immediately appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, the first of which read: The player who shot down the most enemy planes: Ding Ding Xiaoge. Quantity: 1. Below are our names, and in the "quantity" column after the name, there are still bare "0s".

I couldn't help but curse secretly, secretly envious of the good luck of the orc warlock.

Fortunately, there are only a few enemy planes approaching us at the moment, and they did not launch a decent attack on us when they got closer, only two enemy planes fired two red beams of light at us in a panic, and fortunately their targets were as unreliable as the string song Yayi without glasses.

Soon, the aerial killing machines, which were full of hostility towards us, turned around again, turned around and flew towards us again. We scattered again in a panic, but to no avail, and once again the surprising luck of the orc warlock came into play, and only he managed to shoot down a second enemy plane.

It's really a normal thing to do. You know, at least half of my nearly ten years of adventurous life have been spent constantly familiarizing myself with and honing my swordsmanship, and it took a lot of hardships to earn the qualification for further training from professional warrior instructors everywhere. For me, the sword in my hand is like an extended arm, or a stronger joint, a familiarity with a weapon that can only be developed through long hours of study, training, and use, and countless experiences of facing life and death. However, to reintroduce our 7,000-year-old fellows to a very different, high-tech weapon system and jump straight into battle without training is a joke on each of our lives.

Thinking of this, a great panic suddenly swept over my heart: yes, we are all new to this new weapon, and our clumsiness is understandable and forgivable, but our enemies will never let us go. As more enemy planes come after us, they will undoubtedly launch even more frantic attacks on us, and if we are not up to the task by then, we will have to face the fate of being destroyed by them.

And my friends who are space-seekers, will they still have their miraculous ability to bring the dead back to life today, 7,000 years later?

No one can guarantee this

This means that every moment here has the potential to be the last moment of our lives. It's possible that every one of us could die here – and I mean forever.

An icy chill slid down my spine, and my palms were covered in sweat, and I felt my arms tremble slightly because of the fear in my heart or because the hands holding the joystick were so hard. I don't know if this will affect my next aim, and I don't know if my current state will be the ultimate cause of my demise.

A palpitating, suffocating emotion suddenly grabbed me, and I realized how long it had been since I had been so scared.

The enemy plane struck for the third time, and a beam of light finally hit the right side of our aircraft with unerring accuracy. I felt the whole craft tremble violently, and then a slot on the screen in front of me that indicated the durability of our aircraft shortened slightly.

This time, another enemy aircraft was hit. It was not hit by a single bullet of light, but by a series of bullets that hit the fuselage with unmistakable accuracy. The tremendous destructive power of the light bullet was all activated on this unfortunate target at once, and it immediately exploded in the air, scattering fragments in all directions.

Strangely, it was still Ding Ding Xiaoge who destroyed the enemy plane for the third time.

If one was a coincidence, then the third time is still the same, and there must be some special reason hidden in it. Immediately, the dark elf assassin Red Wolf thought of a reason that he thought was most likely:

"Your uncle's ......," he scolded, "...... Ding Ding Xiaoge, are you hanging? ”

"Fart" the orc warlock was furious, "There is a bird on the hanging, which means that I am an experiential player with integrity"

"Then tell me how you hit so accurately...... "Yes, yes, teach us......" "He can't beat him all the time, and he suffocates people......" Everyone immediately shouted gossips, and decided that Ding Ding Xiaoge was hiding some unique secrets.

"I don't know, that's how I aim, and then I ......hit it like this," another ball of light shot out of Ding Dingxiaoge's cockpit, hitting an enemy plane that had just turned around and flew towards us, shooting it down instantly.

Well, while I don't know what Red Wolf means by "open-hanging", I feel like he really is......

Seeing that he actually won such a brilliant record, Ding Ding Xiaoge himself seemed to be a little surprised. He was stunned, looked at another flying enemy plane and turned the cabin twice, and then suddenly slapped his head and shouted with joy:

"Understood, understood, it's that simple"

"Don't talk nonsense, what the hell is going on?" Our elder shouted impatiently.

"Actually, to put it bluntly, it's a matter of advance......" Ding Ding Xiaoge straightened the joystick and explained to us as he shot forward, "...... I used to have an old card on the Internet, so I used to make a move in advance for everything. Today I surfed the Internet in an Internet café, and the Internet speed was not stuck, but the old habit still did not change, so when I was aiming, I always aimed at the front of the enemy plane and opened fire. You all try it, and that's probably why. ”

Ding Ding Xiaoge's words are indeed very reasonable, no wonder I fired several times and the beam of light flew out against the butt of the enemy plane. But the awe of this new weapon made me rely too much on its own aiming system, and I didn't even think about whether I could improve it myself, so much so that I didn't dare to adjust its use several times in a row.

In fact, no matter where they are, no matter what era, no matter how far our magic, science, or technology have developed, they should be our tools, and they should be our assistants to help us understand and transform the world. Our reason and wisdom are our greatest reliance, and it is determined that we should be the masters of all this, rather than being deterred by the progress of the times and becoming slaves of machines.

I tried to point the cockpit at an enemy plane that was sweeping from the front, moved the aiming ring in front of it according to the method taught by Ding Dingxiaoge, and then I gently pressed the launch button: the beam of light flew and hit the middle of the enemy plane. Maybe it's because the firepower of this cockpit controlled by ** is far stronger than theirs, and this luminous pillar will beat it to pieces. A bright fire shone before my eyes and brightened my mood:

"It seems...... It's not as hard to use as I thought it would be......"

Like me, my friends, who were at a loss at first, found their senses and destroyed the remaining enemy planes one after another. As the last remaining enemy planes flew towards us, Niu Million and B-flat minor Nocturne even crossed artillery fire into a huge "X" shape, brutally strangling the hapless guy in mid-air.

……

Soon after the first batch of enemy planes was destroyed, the second and third groups also approached us one after another. I can clearly feel that our enemies are growing in number, with more and more firepower, and more and more difficult to shoot down. Those disc-shaped flying machines are the easiest to deal with, and the big ones with forward-swept wings are much more difficult to deal with.

Most worrying of all is the pitch-black, wingspan-span, ghost-like streamlined shape of the entire body, capable of firing powerful rays of destruction, as well as a huge cylindrical bomb. This bomb flies very fast, is much smaller than other aircraft, and if we can't blow it up in the air, it will cause very much damage to our aircraft. When it first appeared, we only hit two of these bombs, and the durability was instantly reduced to less than half. After that, we immediately reached a silent tacit agreement that we would rather fight for a few rays of light than shoot down this dangerous creature as soon as possible.

Although each of us has grown up rapidly in this unprecedented air battle, and has become more and more adept at handling these weapons, a guy like Ding Ding Xiaoge can even shoot down an enemy plane when it flies far enough to see a small black dot the size of a fingernail - I wonder why this guy chose Warlock instead of Marksman, which is obviously more suitable for his profession - however, as the war intensified, we gradually fell into a crisis that would be difficult to turn back.

The cause of this crisis is the absence of string song Yayi.

You know, the firing position is located in the belly of the capsule, which is the position with the widest field of view of the entire aircraft except for me, which can not only provide powerful fire support to partners in all directions, but it is also equipped with weapons as powerful as me. Losing this important position meant that I had to take on a heavier support mission.

But after all, I can't fire in both directions at the same time, and when I aim at one enemy plane, other enemy planes will inevitably enter my blind spot. And when I shot down this one, it was difficult to target the other one in a short time, and at this time, a fatal loophole was created.

In addition to this, what bothers me is the way my partners cooperate with me:

"Jeff, at seven o'clock, two enemy planes, the one on the left is for me, and the one on the right is for you," the elven druid fairy shouted with her face on the ground.

"Seven o'clock? What seven o'clock? I screamed in surprise.

"Bang" we got shot.

“… Three planes came in the direction of the bell, "Fei Yin is in a hurry."

"Where's six o'clock?" I was dumbfounded.

"Just him** behind your back," Fei Yin scolded angrily.

"Bang" we were shot again.

"Behind the back, don't tell me what time it is, I don't know," I yelled.

"Hey, this is today's young people, who only know electronic watches." Nocturne in B-flat minor, shaking his head and sighing.

This one...... Can anyone tell me what a digital watch is?

……

The confusion caused by the communication method problem added us many unnecessary losses, which made it even more difficult for us in a battle that we did not have an advantage in. When the durability of our aircraft was less than one-third, many parts of the body were broken and deformed, a hole was even opened near the tail, and puffs of black smoke were still emitting outwards, a behemoth appeared in front of our eyes.........