Best recognized Kumir.

Platinum described to him that it was a man with a butcher's face, and there were not many people with such a face, and it just so happened that this man was right in front of him.

The sudden appearance of the Mustang fighter squadron disrupted the offensive rhythm of the vulture wing, 24 steel monsters with surging engines joined the battlefield, none of the vultures could stop the attack of these steel monsters, and under the merciless strafing of the machine guns, in just ten seconds of the first encounter, the Desert Kingdom camp suffered huge losses.

The 20mm steel-core machine gun rounds equipped with the Mustang fighter are generally used against large targets or ground reloading units, and its powerful firepower can shoot a human empire equipped with a heavy tower sickle worth 20,000 gold into a hornet's nest in just a few seconds, even the rhinoceros army and mammoth army known as the orc king are absolutely impossible to survive after being hit by such a shuttle.

The size and number of the twin wings are too large to be used for offense, which can indeed bring visual and psychological suppression to the opponent, but now this numerical advantage has in turn become the last straw that overwhelms the vulture wing.

Because there were so many of them, thousands of huge vultures filled the sky, and even the pilots of the Bright Field could kill them with their eyes closed.

The pilots of the Mustang Fighter showed great flying skills, always finding their way through the vulture-filled sky, and the angry vulture rider followed the fighter, only to be overshadowed by the powerful 1,200 horsepower in a short time.

Compared to the vulture riders' constant air hovering and instant turns, the faster Mustang fighters obviously can't achieve this level of agility, but they can quickly pull away at 500 km/h and then rejoin the circle from a distance with a beautiful arc maneuver, and the tactics are impeccable.

This is due to the fact that they have undergone the most rigorous flight training in the Bright Field.

A certain unscrupulous lord often came up with all kinds of tricks to train them, such as using spiritual power to outline rings of fire in the air, and these rings of fire formed a sky passage, and the difference in height and angle between each ring of fire reached an inhuman level. Without sufficient technical support and extraordinary courage, it is impossible to continuously pass through all the rings of fire, let alone reach the end.

However, after a period of training, the pass rate of the pilots of the Bright Wild actually reached 100%! This was something that an unscrupulous lord had not expected beforehand.

Among the hundreds of pilots in Guangmingye, there is a legendary figure who reached the end of the road to the ring of fire set up by Chang Hao on his first attempt. He passed through all the rings of fire with ease, as easily as eating and drinking.

This legend is none other than Best.

Best glanced at Kumill, ignoring the head of the vulture group, turning his guns and turning his guns against his soldiers, who, with the roar of guns and the whistling of steel core bullets, saw the vulture knights cut off like ears of wheat in an autumn wheat field.

Kumir was furious, he wanted to catch up with the steel monster, but the gap between the wings and the 1,200 hp engine was so great that he could sometimes only get close to the Mustang with a short acceleration downwind, but in the blink of an eye, the damn pilot could reopen the gap that had made him desperate.

The joystick flew like a butterfly in Best's hands, all kinds of micro-manipulations emerged in endlessly, the two white tracks of the Mustang fighter jet's wings were interspersed in the black feathers of the vultures in the sky, Best's car flipped 360 degrees and easily escaped from the encirclement and interception of several vulture knights in front of him, and a rotary counterattack, and pieces of vultures fell to the earth, and a black meteor shower seemed to fall in the sky.

The whistling sound of the Mustang fighter when it dives at full speed is the ultimate romance of every man, and the pilots of the Bright Wild are using these romances that belong to men to compose a death movement that makes all vulture knights terrified.

Climbing, diving, aiming, strafing, the twin Vulture Knights were quickly reduced in strength under this simple but efficient strike, and the Vulture Knights had no time to target ground targets, focusing entirely on the Mustang fighter squadron.

Silver Ash was waiting for this moment.

The snow leopard light cavalry and rangers rushed out, and quickly rescued the wounded and undead elves back to a safe place, and those who were pierced through the body by the short spear were also saved, and the rangers moved the elves back with the short spear, they did not dare to act rashly, once the short spear was pulled out casually, the wound saw the wind, and the injured person immediately had to burp.

"I've never thought the Mustang fighter swooping sound so pleasant!" Amler looked at the group of P-51s whizzing through the sky, excited like a child.

It was still raining vultures in the sky, and Silver Ash opened the way with a knife, and the vulture knights who had not yet died on the ground were all mended with a knife that was cold, and his face was expressionless, but he was extremely glad that Guangye had such strong air support.

Air supremacy is too crucial for war.

Kumir, who had been pestered several times to no avail, finally made up his mind, took out a blood-red pill from his waist bag and stuffed it into the vulture's mouth, and soon the pill took effect, and the black feathers on the vulture's body turned blood-red, and its body became bigger and bigger, and its originally clear eyes were crawling with countless bloodshots, and its sharp beak became sharper and more deformed.

Now this vulture is more of a monster than an animal.

This pill is not universally listed with the Vulture Knights, but a forbidden pill that Kumir has purchased from the black market with a lot of money in some shady way.

The origin of the Blood Burning Pill is unknown, the composition is unknown, and there is gossip that this forbidden drug with great side effects comes from the distant Demon Domain. The Blood Burning Pill will allow the user to burst out of their full life potential in a short period of time, beyond the limits of their physical fitness, and its effect sounds somewhat similar to the orc's innate skill, Berserker.

However, the Blood Burning Pill is obviously taking an extreme path, and the creatures that are squeezed of their life potential will soon die of organ depletion and life overdraft after the effects of the medicine have passed.

Almost no one would be willing to use the Blood Burning Pill, because the user would definitely die, and even the most brave and resolute desert man would fall into deep hesitation in the face of the Blood Burning Pill.

But Kumir won't, he didn't buy it for himself anyway.

After being shot down in the last night raid, he decided that it was the vulture's lack of mobility that caused him to be shot down, and he obviously didn't want to go through it a second time.

The black marketeer who sold it to Kumir did not hide it, telling him that the effect of this pill was actually to strengthen biological functions through demonization and at the cost of his life, but Kumir did not care, as long as the battle was won in the end, the so-called truth and history were not left to the victors to write?

Kumir was such an unscrupulous triumphalist.

The vulture beneath Kumir skyrocketed to the extreme, at least three or four times faster, and its wings pulled red lines in the air, similar to the path of the wings on both sides of the Mustang fighter, and Kumir was approaching Best at incredible speed!

"It's barely interesting, otherwise I'd be bored playing with a little minion who can't even see my shadow. Best chuckled, flicked the joystick, and the fuselage spun sideways and flew out of the vultures.

"The squadron leader seems to be being targeted by a vulture that glows red, do you see? The vulture looks like a monster, and it's amazingly fast!" Kumir's demonized vulture was so striking that all the pilots saw it.

"Why don't you go and help the squadron leader, that vulture looks a little weird. ”

"No, the squadron leader said he could figure it out himself. A pilot, with astonishing eyesight, saw the tactical gesture that Best was waving at them.

"Hahaha! That's right! This is our Best Squadron Leader!"

All the pilots of the Bright Wild are vision monsters, and in the absence of radio communication, they can communicate with tactical gestures alone, and they are the elite of the elite.

A P-51 Mustang fighter and the Demonized Vulture left the sky above the oasis one after the other, and the Demonized Vulture bit Best with the effect of the surge in speed.

The speed of demonizing the vulture was astonishing, because the wind was so fast that Kumir couldn't stand up just by clinging to the vulture's back, and even if he had the short spear in his hand, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream to throw it.

At relative speed, Kumir threw a short spear at a much slower speed than the Demonized Vulture's flight speed, and was swept away by the wind the moment it was thrown.

Kumir knew that the flying monster was made of steel, and that in order to do real damage, it would have to stab the weak spot with a short spear at close range. But if he wants to get close, just biting the tail of the plane is not enough for a creature, he has to go beyond it!

Kumir stabbed the vulture's back with a short spear, and the demonized vulture let out a toothy cold hiss after being stimulated, and its speed skyrocketed again, and with the blessing of the wind magic, it was really on par with the Mustang fighter in an instant!

The wings of the Mustang fighter are at the same time where fuel is stored, the weakest point. Kumir didn't understand this, but he knew that as long as it was a bird, the most vulnerable place must be the wings!

But if there are no wings, the birds that can fly again will have to fall to the ground obediently!

Kumir scrambled to his feet on the vulture's back, and his short spear stabbed into the wing.

"Ditch the drop tank. Best looked at Kumill like a monkey, flicked a button on the control panel, and suddenly the 200-pound drop fuel tank in the belly of the machine was thrown away with a thud. Without the extra weight, the speed of the Mustang increased again, and Kumir's spear, which had been aimed with great difficulty, pierced into the air.

"CAO!" Kumir was so angry that he almost suffered a cerebral congestion.

Abandoning the drop fuel tank meant that the fighter's combat time and range were drastically reduced, and instead of cat-and-mouse, Best tried several small-angle inward turns to finish off the Vulture Wing Captain with machine gun fire.

Despite his madness, Kumir did have a few brushes at navigating the vulture's flying skills, and he quickly saw the weakness of the Mustang fighter in having to go through an angled maneuver to attack.

He seized the opportunity and used the demonized vulture's mobility to hover at any time to stay close to the back of Best's ass, leaving him without a chance to find the right angle of attack, and the two were frozen in the air for a while.

Looking at the lower and lower fuel indicator, Best suddenly had a plan, he suddenly pulled the joystick towards him, and the nose of the plane was raised high, heading high in the direction of the sun.

"Want to run?" "How could Kumir be willing to let the prey that was about to fly away, and the life potential of the demonized vulture was almost squeezed to the limit, he followed closely, and he also wanted to fight quickly.

At a speed of 16 m/s, the Mustang fighter broke through one cloud after another, and the altitude was constantly increasing, 2000 meters, 3000 meters, 4000 meters, 5000 meters.

The higher the altitude, the thinner the oxygen, and at an altitude of 5,000 meters, the low oxygen levels can already make many low-altitude creatures feel a noticeable sense of suffocation, and Kumir now feels this way.

A series of negative senses such as dizziness, chest tightness, and nausea invaded him, and he endured the negative effects to chase after the Mustang fighter, and the reason why he felt that there was still hope of catching up was because he saw that the Mustang fighter's climbing speed was getting lower and lower.

As if a critical point had passed, the Mustang fighter that had been in a state of climbing suddenly turned off, the engine stopped, the propeller stood still in a clatter, and the demonized vulture under Kumir's seat also consumed all its life force at this moment, and after a hoarse wail, a plane and a bird fell from a height of 6,000 meters at the same time.

Best's fighter was stalled at an elevation angle of 90 degrees, but he had a strategic smile on his face, and he pulled the joystick to perform a difficult maneuver that only he could do among the Bright Wild pilots.

Fallen leaves flutter maneuvering.

The Mustang fighter engine stopped at an altitude of 6,000 meters, and the nose raised at 90 degrees turned over like a backward side, the action was like an elegantly falling leaf, and the Mustang fighter returned to Kumir in a diving posture to complete the reversal of the situation!

As the altitude decreases and the oxygen concentration rises, the Mustang fighter's engine inhales enough oxygen and starts again, and the sky once again reverberates with a swooping roar!

This time the beautiful offensive and defensive exchange turned into Best's backbite Kumir.

Best used his unrivaled flying skills to completely force Kumir into a corner!

Kumir was too late to hide, and the vulture, his mount, had lost its life and fell from mid-air under his relentless oppression. He is desperate, he has no way to jump from mid-air to escape like last time, this is 6000 meters in the air, jumping from here, he should jump directly into hell, right?

The Wing Captain of the Twin Vulture Wing looked back one last time, and the Mustang fighter was hidden in the harsh sunlight, his eyes tingling as he watched, then weeping, and finally despairing.

"It's over. Best pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the Mustang fighter's gun spewed deadly flames through the bodies of the wing commander and his poor mount, buried forever in the sand, along with his ambitions.