Ace pilots apply to fight!

"Ace pilot, apply to fight!"

"Enemy spotted at twelve o'clock!"

"Start dropping bombs!"

Kutch's excited, high-pitched voice echoed through the Flying Squadron's channel.

Someone wanted to complain, but in the end there was silence in the channel.

There is nothing to say, everyone already knows what kind of character this comrade usually is.

The alliance's air force has just begun construction, and a total of 18 aircraft have been delivered, three in groups, into six squadrons, and it is just an aviation squadron.

Eighteen pilots, some of whom were selected from the rudimentary air force of the old Union, and the other were simply young men selected from the army.

With an anti-gravity engine and the assistance of one main and one servo skull, the difficulty of driving the Falcon is not too high. Of course, this is not high, it is not difficult to drive the plane, the take-off and landing problem is not big, it can take off and land vertically, and there is a servo skull to help, which generally can't fall.

However, it's one thing to get started and not to fall off open, but it's extremely difficult to master. Lateral and longitudinal translational capabilities, extremely high flight speeds, complex fire systems, carrying capacity of the body in high-speed flight......

It is indeed not easy to drive a wind falcon well, even with the assistance of a ruthless servo skull.

However, among the people who were trembling and with the help of the servo skull, they could barely drive the plane into the sky, and each one of them did not fly for more than twenty hours, there was such an anomaly as Kutch.

His flight time is no different from that of other people, however, everyone must admit that there is such a thing as genius in this world. Although this guy is out of tune in personality, he just flies bolder than anyone else, and all kinds of exaggerated maneuvers are at his fingertips.

At first, the instructor was still holding the instruction manual and still criticizing him, but then he forgot it - the instructor was also a rookie, and the flight time was as long as everyone else, nothing more than a hundred hours of experience in the operation of propeller aircraft when he was in the old Union Air Force. The self-proclaimed 'ace pilot' of Little Kutch did many actions, he couldn't do at all.

Then let it go, at most remind and remind, don't do any fancy work when you go out on a task, and do things honestly.

And now, this is the first mission of the Alliance Air Force since its official establishment.

Everyone was a little nervous except for Kutch.

But fortunately, the enemy that the current alliance air force will face should not need them to fly planes to engage in difficult games such as air combat and dog fights.

According to the navigation, relying on the assistance of the servo skull, they flew to the target location, launched the six heavy missiles carried on the Wind Falcon, and then came to the sky above the enemy, opened the belly of the aircraft, and dumped the bombs again, so that their mission was basically completed.

Those who are confident in themselves drive the Wind Falcon to make two more turns, hovering and licking the ground with the twin machine guns on the plane and the laser wheel guns, and directly striking at the enemy on the ground; If you don't have much confidence, if you are afraid of hitting an friendly army, if you are afraid of turning around and turning yourself unconscious, then hurry back to the ship, go back to reload your weapons and ammunition, and see if there are any further tasks for them to play.

The first to arrive at the battlefield and enter the attack distance was Kutch.

He and his flying formation, three Wind Falcons, emptied the six heavy missiles mounted in an instant.

They aimed at the enemy's biochemical and chemical artillery units.

Those monsters that seemed to be magnified countless times, raised their front bodies, and opened their huge mouths to shoot biological and chemical shells into the sky, were unprepared and hit by heavy missiles.

Obviously, these biochemical artillery units were not prepared for bombing, and although the formation was not very dense, hundreds of biochemical artillery units were basically in the same position.

Three Wind Falcons, a total of eighteen heavy missiles, destroyed a third of the biochemical artillery.

These living biochemical cannons are in a mess.

Some were still pouring fire on the Crocker Manor in the distance, as if they were cowardly, and began to squirm their massive bodies in an attempt to escape.

However, they were not able to escape.

The speed and agility of these big guys is really not complimentary.

More critically, they ran into an outrageous pilot.

Kuchi called out and asked the two wingmen in their group to drop bombs on the enemy's dense area according to the plan.

And himself, lowering the flight altitude, swooped down towards these biochemical artillerymen.

Flying from the sky over Crocker Manor to the positions of the enemy's biochemical artillery, a distance of ten kilometers, for the speed of the Wind Falcon, is a minute.

In the process, Kuch dropped all the bombs and sent a wave of bombs to the enemies below who were gathering to attack Crocker's Manor, and at the same time, he also included the bio-chemical artillery in the range of the cannon.

Of course, the range of machine guns and laser cannons is not so close, but this kid Kutch is so determined to strive for a more efficient and accurate strike effect, so that he has dropped his flight altitude to a very low level.

The blue-blue falcon he piloted began to spit out the fire of death.

Red laser cannons, along with rumbling machine guns, plowed a death mark on the ground. In a straight line of strike, three biochemical artillery pieces were blasted into rotten flesh.

The laser cannon melted away part of their massive bodies; 40mm kinetic shells smash the rest to shreds.

The other two pilots in the same flight group were speechless.

One of them asked in the channel, "Why don't you ...... Let's try it too? ”

Another refused: "I want to try you, I'm afraid that I will dive and lick the ground at such a high speed, and if I don't do it well, I will fall headlong myself." ”

"It's ...... the other, but he could only give up with regret, "let's be honest about throwing bombs." ”

The two falcons gave up playing difficult maneuvers, flew safely and securely above the enemy's heads, and dropped the loaded bombs.

And in the process, they saw with envy that Kutch came back from a circle, and another round of ground shooting reaped the results of four biochemical artillerymen.

At this point, the entire bio-chemical artillery positions were already in disarray.

However, his show time is over.

The other five formations of wind falcons have also arrived at this moment.

Thirty heavy missiles, with the assistance of servo skulls, hit the enemy's high-value targets with relative accuracy.

All the bio-chemical artillery, that's it.

Kutch pursed his lips, a little unpleasant.

Hit a fixed target on the training ground, where is it really on the battlefield and have fun throwing firepower on those human enemies?

Give him some more time and let him go around a few more times, and he is completely sure that he will be able to deal with all the remaining biochemical artillery by relying on his own Wind Falcon.

It's a pity that teammates came to steal the head.

The five new formations, fifteen falcons, began to sweep over the enemy's dense area and drop bombs.

Kutch's bombs in the engine room had been used up just now, and he could only aim the cannon at the enemy and slam the ground.

Every dive attack on the ground was accompanied by a whistling scream. Accompanied by a bloody baptism of lasers and kinetic energy shells on a straight line of hundreds of meters.

Round after round, Kutch didn't count how many rounds he fought, and in short, he didn't stop until the squadron leader called him and asked him to hurry up with the formation and leave.

On the way back, over Crocker Manor, he made a 'yes' gesture to the soldiers below - he didn't care if anyone could see it or not.

……

Jason Morgan, who was tilting his head, of course couldn't see the gesture of the pilot who impressed him, it was too far away, and he was still in the cockpit.

But that didn't prevent him from saluting him.

This is a great savior!

He had heard that the Twin Cities had an alliance air force being formed.

In previous years, he had not seen airplanes.

In his opinion, the propeller planes of the old alliance, whether it was helicopters, were ...... at best Let's make a scene.

The actual use, he didn't see.

At least, nothing special to speak of.

He thought that the air force of the new alliance would be just like that. Maybe it's a little more powerful, but how much more?

Today, however, he truly understands the power of the Air Force.

Under the Governor's rule, this kind of flying machine that has never been seen before is too fierce!

A Wind Falcon, which has the functions of a missile launch platform, a fighter, an attack aircraft, and a bomber, can do everything very well.

He counted that there were only eighteen of them this time. But their arrival dealt a devastating blow to the wave of 100,000 aberrants.

Death from the sky!

First of all, they almost completely wiped out the enemy's artillery force.

Those biological and chemical artillery, which have a range of more than ten kilometers, are the biggest source of threat to the militia group.

The small mountain artillery and mortars in the hands of the militia regiment are not only scarce in number, but also have no range, and it is very difficult to hit those biological and chemical artillery.

In the case of a small number of people, even if they barely cover the firepower, they often do not achieve much success, and they will also be attacked by the enemy.

The pressure on the biochemical artillery was too great, and to put it mildly, the militia regiment has suffered the most casualties since the beginning of the war, and it is brought about by those corrosive and large-coverage biochemical shells.

After destroying these dozens or hundreds of biochemical cannon monsters, the enemy firepower borne by Crocker Manor here can be reduced a lot at once.

Artillery is the god of war, and this is true for the advanced version of the army of aberrants.

Of course, it would be nice to just get rid of the enemy's artillery, but it might not be enough.

The sheer number of enemies left is still a formidable threat.

Then, the horizontal bombs of the eighteen Wind Falcons, although they did not have much accuracy at all, but the total of more than 2,000 bombs was enough to form a round of carpet bombardment on the battlefield in front of Crocker Manor.

More critically, the aberrant corps, apparently did not have the experience and preparation to deal with the Air Force. Stupid monsters can't even lie down when they're bombed.

Previously, the mighty enemy army, which had brought them great oppressive power, had already fallen in pieces.

Countless corpses, lying on the way to attack Crocker's Manor.

So far, Jason Morgan has been fully confident that he can hold the entire estate.

At least, it will be no problem to hold until it gets dark tomorrow and until the main forces of the coalition army arrive.

And, in the process, the Alliance Air Force can do it again, if necessary.

They ran out of ammunition, went back to reload, and could come back. This back and forth is 12,300 kilometers, and the real road is nothing more than an hour.

It's just that the loading time is more exaggerated, and the ground crew may scold the mother: Lao Tzu has loaded missiles and shells all day, and you will be fine in a few fucking minutes?

But in general, the problem is no longer too big.

……

In fact, there is no need to even stick to the thing itself.

After being manipulated by the Alliance Air Force Squadron, the aberrants themselves seemed to realize that they could not win.

The remaining aberrant monsters receded like a tide and returned to the dense forest.

And here, three people in green bachelor's uniforms are getting together.

"The alliance's air force is much stronger than imagined."

"However, if we hide in the dense forest, the power of the Alliance Air Force should be greatly reduced......"

"Yes, but that's not realistic. The president asked us to take the initiative to attack, and it will take time for the plan to start, and it will take more people. There will not be a large number of people who will voluntarily enter the dense forest. But if we have to face such air strikes all the time, we will not be able to leave the jungle and take the initiative to fight. ”

"I have reported to the president, and the society must study the air defense type and even the air force type variant as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no way to fight it."

"However, it is estimated that it will be difficult to achieve quick results. In order to avoid orbital strikes, the town of Praisers has been abandoned. The rear is looking for new hiding places, and it is also necessary to disperse research institutions to avoid being overturned. The defection of the teacher who will be the president has too much impact. ”

"So be it, you can only hibernate for the time being."

"But what will the league do? They went south with such fanfare......"

"They must have come to recover the entire Qinggu region, but the only thing they can recover is those plantations and gathering places. Eighty percent of the Qinggu region, still a primeval jungle, is our kingdom. Could it be that the army of the alliance still dares to take the initiative to enter the jungle? ”

"If only that were the case."

……

"What? Want to take the initiative to go into the jungle to fight? ”

Jason Morgan's eyes widened and he asked an incredulous question.

"Yes." Perbov said confidently: "I thought that those brainless monsters would continue to besiege Crocker Manor for a while, so that I could annihilate some of the main force before entering the jungle, but unfortunately let them escape...... But it doesn't matter, in the jungle, we can still destroy these monsters. ”

"It's not...... Why? Jason Morgan was puzzled.

(End of chapter)