One Hundred and Eighty One Trap
"Olanke! There's a demon bat behind you! Get rid of it! Get rid of it!" Before Oranke was glad that he hit the target, the shout of the wingman pilot Jack made his hair stand on end.
He didn't find the demon bat behind him, and because of his vision, he couldn't see the specific location of the demon bat behind him.
So, before he could confirm whether he had shot down his target, he pulled his joystick to the left.
The P-51 Mustang fighter he was driving immediately began to turn to one side, and because of inertia, Oranke felt that his body was leaning to the other side. If it weren't for the seat belt holding him in place, he might be leaning on the right side of the fighter's cabin by now.
Steering in a dive is a maneuvering action with a lot of overload. Because the fighters are getting faster and faster, the overload of this action is getting heavier and heavier.
However, also because the P-51 Mustang's dive speed is so great that when the fighter dives and swerves, no enemy can catch up to it and continue to fire.
"Very good! Very good! That damn demon can't catch you! Get ready to climb! I've cut to the end of it, and I'm covering you!" Jack's encouraging voice made Oranke feel good, and he seemed to be again I got back the feeling of being in school.
He rolled his plane twice to make sure no enemy was chasing him, and then began to climb at the fastest speed.
To be honest, the technical indicators of the P-51 Mustang fighter are already the peak of the piston fighter. The performance of this aircraft is very powerful, and it is not a state that animals can compete with.
When Oranke climbed, he was also observing the situation around him through the narrow cabin canopy.
When the altitude on the dashboard showed that he had recovered to an altitude of 7,000 meters, he saw that his wingman shot down the demon bat that had just chased him at an altitude of about 6,000 meters.
This height is almost the height limit that the demon bat can fly. At this height, the speed of the demon bat will become very slow, and there is no way to flexibly turn.
Because of the thin air, these ancient creatures, which were originally huge in size and depended on their strength to hunt for a living, had zero combat capability at such a height that they hardly involved.
They can barely fly to an altitude of about 8,000 meters, but the Mustang fighter can fly easily at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Therefore, at an altitude of 7,000 meters, the Mustang fighter can still maintain good combat performance, but the demon bat and the dragon knight cannot.
Because someone manipulates them and has a pre-judgment of their own abilities, dragon knights generally don't rise to this level and cause trouble for themselves. But demon bats don't do this. Their warlike and bloodthirsty heads are filled with the idea of tearing up the enemy. They will fly desperately to the height they can fly, and then become dull because of the thin air. .
"There are more and more of them! This is an ambush!" Oranke saw more than a dozen demon bats rushing out of the clouds in the distance, so he reminded his wingman on the radio.
Jack piloted his own plane and climbed to a relatively safe altitude. He also saw more and more demon bats, and exclaimed in amazement: "Hey! They set up an ambush! Obviously smarter Ah!"
As the number of battles between the two sides gradually increased, the demons were also trying to adapt to the style of the Alan Hill troops. Although due to the constraints of their own abilities, the demons have not come up with any good ways to deal with Alan Hill in a short period of time, but they are indeed trying non-stop.
The terrifying super bomb before made the demon troops very afraid. Instead of concentrating their forces to launch a large-scale assault operation, they began to send a small force to harass the defense line of Alan Hill.
Of course, this kind of mild harassment also did not achieve any effect.
In comparison, Ailan Hill's troops are more afraid of the enemy's sea tactics, constantly attacking their own defensive positions.
As long as the opponent does not consume the ammunition of the Ailan Hill troops, then the defense line of the Ailan Hill troops stationed is stable.
"Jack! I'm on top of you! I'm on top of you! No matter how many they have, we run out of ammunition and retreat! They can't keep up with us anyway! I'm diving!" Orank shouted over the radio shouted, and then controlled his own plane to join the battle circle again.
The engine roared, and Oranke began to dive for the second time. This time, his thinking is very clear, and he clearly knows at which distance he should fire more easily to hit the target. Those erratic ballistics that are curved in the sky, he has long grasped the rules.
"Tutu! Tutu!" During the dive, he fired a row of shells in advance from a distance. The tracers burst into the bat colony, hitting a hapless one who had no time to dodge.
"Beautiful! Oranke! I'm on your side! Get rid of them as much as possible!" The wingman pilot Jack ordered excitedly when he saw Oranke's long-range shooting.
On the ground, on the defensive line where the Elan Hill paratroopers were stationed, a paratrooper looked up at the sky in the distance, where planes were chasing each other with demon bats.
With the roar of the engine, soon a demon bat struggled to drag the scattered black blood droplets and fell from a height of thousands of meters.
Because of the distance, he couldn't see the details of the fallen demon bat, but he could already conclude that the fallen bat was dead.
Obviously, his guess was right. The demon bat smashed to the ground from a height of several thousand meters, and immediately turned into a pile of pulpy minced meat. It didn't even have time to roar, and it shattered like this.
The nearby demon dogs gathered and began to tear at the minced meat on the ground. These low-level creatures with little intelligence, while eating the flesh and blood of high-level demons, enjoyed a rare happy time.
"When will those demons who are not afraid of death recognize reality and know the gap between themselves and us?" Another paratrooper looked up at the sky and snorted coldly on the Boer River position that had been reinforced with sandbags.
"If they recognize the reality, then they should go back to the Eye of Magic and let us hurry home." In the trenches, a paratrooper holding a weapon and reluctant to look up to watch the excitement reluctantly complained.
No one misses their own home, their wives and naughty children, all these beautiful things make every Alan Hill soldier care about. But when they came here and fought the devil to the death, they knew that those distant beauty actually needed someone to guard.
In the sky in the distance, the two P-51 Mustang fighter jets that were flying together began to spread apart, and then swooped down from a higher place, biting the scattered demon bats respectively, and fired at a very close distance, easily. shoot down the opponent.
In the face of absolute strength, any trap seems to be useless. Although there are a lot of demon bats, they cannot organize an effective attack at all.
As the battle progressed, more and more Alan Hill fighter jets came from a distance. After all, they had ground radar guidance and could know the battlefield situation faster.
Oranke in the sky finally seized the opportunity and is trying to use his nose to aim at the demon bat swaying in the distance.
No one was willing to be shot down by the enemy, so the demon bat that was targeted by Oranke was also trying his best to get rid of the P-51 Mustang fighter. It's a pity, obviously getting rid of an advanced piston fighter with good handling is a very difficult thing to do.
The feeling of soaring in the sky in the more powerful P-51 Mustang fighter made Oranke extremely happy. He loves the feeling, loves this elegant war.
"Tutu! Tutu!" After finding an angle he thought was suitable, Oranke pulled the trigger to fire again, and let his tracer rush towards the target on which the sight was registered.
The locked demon bat began to swerve to the left to avoid it. But the shells seemed to be faster, leaving two bloody holes in the opponent's fleshy wings.
Obviously these two blood holes were not enough for this demon bat to fall, because these demon bats originally had many holes in their fleshy wings, so the newly added scars only made the other side scream twice and fell. Just a distance.
These terrifying creatures, with their savage instincts, will make the most correct choices when they are very dangerous - but, more often, their choices are not as fast as cannonballs.
Because of the absolute advantage in speed, after losing an opportunity to attack, Oranke regained his initiative again.
He circled in a large circle, and then seized the attacking position again, preparing to continue the attack on the wounded demon bat.
The opponent swooped down and seemed to hope that Oranke would give up on chasing it. It is a pity that Oranke has already identified the target and has no intention of changing it.
The tracer bullet pierced the sky, and the slightly curved trajectory rushed to the target not far away, and then the shells of the cannons hit the body of the demon bat firmly, leaving a row of bloody bats on it. bullet holes.
The hit demon bat suddenly slowed down, and Oranke's plane rushed forward. However, in the moment when the two sides passed by, he still saw the ferocious wounds on the body of this demon bat.
Before Oranke had time to confirm his victory, he subconsciously began to climb to regain his height advantage.
But in his earphones, wingman Jack's shout still let him know he was doing well: "Good job! Oakland! You hit it!"
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