One Thousand Three Hundred and Two Little Clever Ghost

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"Lark No. 1 is calling the command center! Lark No. 1 is calling the command center! My radar has locked on to the target! Request to start the attack! Request to start the attack!" The fighter pilot wearing a light-shielding glass helmet spoke in the small and bumpy cockpit Apply Road.

His aircraft is equipped with a powerful radar system, which can easily detect targets 230 kilometers away, and open fire at a distance of 100 kilometers.

Because of the excessive speed, his plane was slightly bumping, as if he was doing a roller coaster in the clouds.

When the fighter jets have locked on the attack target, the computer has directly assigned their respective attack targets through the network. Therefore, before the fighter jets launch missiles, all targets will not be locked repeatedly, and there will be no probability of several missiles attacking one target.

With this system, the missiles carried on the aircraft can be saved more, and multiple missiles can be launched at one time to attack the target at the same time, achieving unexpected effects.

The new atmospheric fighter is more mature than the previous experimental model, and the super technology used is not so crazy. However, this kind of fighter still has a performance that is against the sky, and it is simply a veritable king of the air.

The shape of this new fighter is smoother, and the entire aircraft adopts a more streamlined design to adapt to the high-speed combat environment of the aircraft.

At the same time, this aircraft also uses a large number of newly developed alloys to reduce weight and increase strength.

In short, it is now the most powerful weapon in the hands of the Alan Hill Empire Air Force, known as the existence of the strongest fighter!

Soon, the officer in the air command and control center replied to the pilot's attack application: "The attack is permitted! The attack application has been approved!"

The pilot who received the order did not slack off for a moment, and immediately pressed the communicator and said, "Understood!"

After speaking, he opened the protective cover with his thumb, and then pressed a red button installed on his right joystick.

An air-to-air missile shaped like a long sword ignited and started the engine at its rear the moment the driver pressed the launch button.

Unlike ordinary engines, this missile has a faster speed and a more sensitive seeker.

It can lock on to any flying bird in the sky, and distinguish the special shape of the flying bird, unless it hits the target, it will never be thrown away.

The roaring sound of the engine even overwhelmed the sound of the aircraft engine. A sophisticated missile dragged a long white smoke and rushed towards the target a hundred kilometers away.

"I've fired a missile! I've fired a missile! Lark One is climbing! I've started climbing!"

"Lark II launches missiles!" After pressing the launch button on the joystick, the wingman pilot also moved his own joystick very calmly, allowing the plane to continue to climb.

At this time, other fighter jets following the two planes also started to launch missiles. After launching the missiles, all the fighter jets began to climb, ready to meet the enemies who had invaded the airspace of the Alan Hill Empire.

Since the Air Force got Vivienne phobia, they have never been satisfied with their fighter jets. It was not until the new fighter jets entered service that the senior commanders of the Air Force began to feel that the weapons in their hands were almost enough.

A hundred kilometers away, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back, his face sinking like water, was driving his spiritual energy to fly forward at the fastest speed. Behind him is the protector of the three hundred masters, whose combat power is absolutely astonishingly strong.

However, in the next second, the swordsman who charged forward could clearly feel that behind him, the long sword that was half a year old and decades old began to tremble slightly.

This was a sign of danger, indicating that the enemy was around. With such a warning reminder, he immediately slowed down his speed.

Another middle-aged monk flying behind him also slowed down,

Standing beside him: "What's the matter, Senior Brother Li?"

"There is a situation... It seems that something is coming!" The leading middle-aged swordsman immediately replied. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sharp, sword-like thing flying towards him.

"What is it that flies so fast?" Seeing that the sword-like thing flying towards them was less than ten kilometers away from them. The second swordsman in white who stopped frowned and asked.

It was too late, but soon, a missile rushed towards the leading middle-aged swordsman in front of him.

Naturally, the strong swordsman in white would not sit still. The long sword on his back was unsheathed immediately, and rushed towards the incoming missile.

"How could the weapon be so big that it could hit me?" The white-clothed swordsman just had this mocking thought in his mind, watching the missile of the Alan Hill Empire explode and disintegrate in the air.

Before the surroundings could stop, the white-clothed swordsmen who didn't know what to do with themselves could react, and some unlucky ghosts in the front row were baptized by the fragmentation warheads installed on the incoming missiles.

At a distance of more than ten meters, or only a few meters, the fragmentation warhead combined with the close-range detonation fuze is simply a perfect attack method.

Hundreds of balls were accelerated to the extreme by the explosives, sweeping everything around them like knives.

The first white-clothed swordsman who charged forward didn't even have a chance to shout, but was pierced through the stomach by the exploding steel ball.

Even more unlucky, because he was close enough, most of the steel balls flying in other directions also passed his body.

As if being chopped into pieces by countless knives, the chic white clothes became fragmented like this, and the person in the white clothes had already been dismantled into pieces by the airflow and fragments at this moment.

The other targets around were not much better either. They were hit by the locked missiles one by one, and they were in a panic one by one. Many people even gave their precious lives directly.

A young high-ranking swordsman was quick to wit, and immediately flew out of the crowd, climbing rapidly, trying to throw off those terrifying weapons that were attacking him.

Even, at the moment when he was separated from the crowd, he was very complacent and praised himself in his mind-you are really a little clever ghost...

As a result, one of the missiles, which was about to burst into the crowd and explode, pulled up rapidly at the moment of the dive, as if urging Hades to order, and exploded in front of the face of some clever ghost.