Chapter 14: Dancing with the Dragon of Slaughter (Where Are Mr. Long's Votes?)

Chapter 14 - Dancing with the Dragon of Slaughter (Where are Uncle Long’s tickets?)

After hearing the words of the wingman pilot "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius, Chen Fei almost pressed the launch button and launched the KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic smart missile that was already on standby.

"Roar!~"

The fire cloud that had not completely dissipated was suddenly torn open, and the figure of the ferocious beast appeared in everyone's sight again. The huge blade wings waved out shadows, and a huge vortex appeared behind, and was hit by six missiles. The giant metal dragon, which was so disgraced by the explosion that even the blades on its body were staggering, turned and accelerated without any warning with incredible flexibility. The blazing air waves sprayed out from between the blade wings were visible to the naked eye, just like giving dragon wings. A layer of almost transparent invisible wings is attached.

More than a dozen spikes separated from the dragon's body and faced the incoming "dragon-killing bullets".

Standing on the wind, even a pig can fly. The golden dragon is like a flying battleship, flying very fast.

There is no basis for the existence of aerodynamics and fluid mechanics in the giant metal dragon. This creature completely violates the three scientific views.

Bayonet fights at close range have always been extremely dangerous. Chekov, who was in the front seat of the 211 plane, roared with all his strength: "The distance is too close. Everyone, avoid it and welcome the impact!"

Push the throttle valve to maximum output and disengage with all your strength...

The scenery outside the cockpit suddenly changed, truly spinning, making people dizzy.

If you can't escape, then just bear it and leave your fate to God.

boom! ~

The machine body was shaking violently, and there were rumbling and muffled sounds in his ears, as well as various creaking, friction, and groaning sounds. Chen Fei had no doubt that the turboprop would fall apart at any time and disintegrate in the air at any time.

He even saw the glowing blue shock wave passing through the fuselage at lightning speed, rushing in all directions, and the "Zhenxiang" squadron's three-stage attack tactical formation was shattered in the blink of an eye.

Within the killing radius of the "dragon-killing bomb", everything will be wiped out. The destructive power is comparable to that of a nuclear strike, but there will be no sequelae such as any nuclear radiation residue, and there will be no long-term impact on the natural environment.

Chen Fei, kid, wants to vomit...

I want to go home!

"My little baby, hold on, hold on, hold on! Ahhhh!!!"

Chekov didn't notice anything, he still grabbed the joystick and kept talking to himself like a maniac, trying his best to adapt to the turbulence that enveloped the body, trying to regain his balance.

It is completely foreseeable that after such intense torment, the service life of this turboprop has been greatly reduced, and the internal structure of the aircraft body has even been damaged.

"'Peanut Butter', direction 49, altitude 4500 meters."

Fortunately, the communication equipment was not affected in any way. The two people in Unit 211 heard the furious voice of the second team, the pilot of Unit 213, Carlos "Vanilla" Sliva Lane, at the same time. He almost gasped as he said this.

"What?"

When Chen Fei raised his head, he noticed that a large shadow had quickly enveloped him.

The huge blades covered with sharp edges became tattered, but they were quickly restored at a speed visible to the naked eye. The rows of sharp blades became neat and tidy again, and the small half of the dragon's tail disappeared. It was indeed a "dragon-killing" "The smart missile known as "Smart Missile" was able to cause considerable damage to this giant dragon in one fell swoop.

The terrifying creature was casting its eyes full of murderous intent and madness into the cockpit fiercely. The murderous intent was so real that it made his heart beat involuntarily and a chill ran through his body.

The horrific scene of the propeller-driven fighter jet being torn to pieces not long ago flashed through his mind like lightning.

Dead!

"Rookie, sit tight, we're about to dive."

Chekov no longer cared about the state of the car, pushed the throttle to the maximum, pushed the joystick to the bottom, and tried his best to get rid of the attack of the golden dragon.

The output power of the PT6A series turboprop engine of No. 211 "Big Mouth Monster" reached its peak. The aircraft body continued to roll and dive, and at the same time, it released all the infrared heat interference bombs without reservation. Countless dazzling red light spots filled the sky like a goddess scattering flowers. Flying.

The big bear roared with an unexplained sound, and used all his strength to control the light turboprop attack aircraft to swim and dance on the line of life and death... and was in danger for a while.

A mature and stable engine can often deal with various unexpected situations calmly. The meaning of upgrading is actually to improve the details, rather than abandoning previous successes. It is not surprising that a successful series has been used for hundreds of years.

The roar of the turboprop engine is no less than the roar of the dragon.

The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" fully took advantage of the low-altitude maneuverability of the light turboprop attack aircraft. It used its light maneuvering posture among the mountains to avoid the angry dragon's bite, turning left, turning right, and upward. , downward, rolling, using the cover of the low-altitude terrain to avoid the deadly flying dragon spines, and the fate of being crushed to pieces is always just a hair's breadth away.

"Fox1!"

"Fox1!"

The other two teams ventured closer and launched universal programmable combat bombs to sneak attack on the gold dragon, giving Major "Peanut Butter" Chekov and rookie Chen Fei a precious opportunity to escape.

There was another indiscriminate bombing, the trajectories were intertwined, and the sky was filled with fire, as if it was about to burn.

Yes! and! egg!

How could a tough-skinned "supersonic battleship" be sunk by a mere melee bomb? At most, it would be a bit humiliated. Only the KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic smart missile, known as the "dragon-killing bomb", could really threaten this golden dragon.

Chekov's wingman pilot, the short-haired girl Irini, said anxiously: "Continue to use the 'dragon-killing bomb'!"

The "big-mouthed monster" can only carry one "dragon-killing bomb". Once it is launched, it can only play auxiliary on the side.

The golden dragon is very cunning. It has to escape the killing radius of the "dragon-killing bomb" even if it is injured. Otherwise, the previous attack can severely injure it anyway, or even kill it on the spot.

The theoretical lethality of the KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic smart missile is enough to cause fatal damage to a dragon, even a golden dragon, but this optimal effect is based on a direct hit. If you deliberately guard against it and escape in time, the effect will be greatly reduced. The farther the distance, the weaker the killing effect.

"Roar!~"

The golden dragon rushed out of the smoke and fog, roared, and swung its blade wings fiercely, and countless dragon thorns shot out.

"Be careful of dragon thorns!"

When the dragon stretched its pair of blade wings to the maximum, and the sharp blades exploded like hedgehogs, the short-haired girl Illini Lucius had a bad premonition.

Her premonition was right. In the next second, the dragon thorns carrying huge kinetic energy flew all over the sky again, covering the entire airspace where the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron was located in all directions without dead ends.

It was like a rain of dragon thorns in the sky. It was too late to get out safely, and even evasive maneuvers became a matter of luck.

"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! No. 215 is out of control, No. 215 is out of control, we have to eject!"

"Ahhhh! I'm injured!"

"'Tarragon' reports, 'Braised Juice' is injured, the thigh is pierced by the dragon thorn, unable to eject, AFT linkage ejection mode is invalid, No. 214 is out of combat!"

An A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft with a dragon thorn inserted in the cockpit flew away without hesitation, and after half a small circle, it turned to the 911 Air Force Base.

"This is 911, start preparing the magnetic capture device, and the preheating will be completed in one minute. Hold on, brother!"

Another "Big Mouth Monster" with the number "215" had three or four large holes on its fuselage, dragging increasingly thick black smoke, and fell obliquely to the ground. The cockpit cover was suddenly lifted off, and then the front and rear driver's seats were ejected, and the parachutes were opened one after another, floating in the wind.

Before the No. 215 aircraft could hit the ground heavily, it suddenly exploded in mid-air when it was still more than a hundred meters from the ground. Countless fragments with flames and black smoke spread over a large area, and failed to be captured by the magnetic capture device arranged near the main take-off and landing runway.

Fortunately, the ejection and parachute jump were timely, otherwise the aircraft would have been destroyed and the pilots would have died.

The fire control operator was stabbed in the thigh by the dragon thorn, and the pilot "Dragon Artemisia" had to leave the battle in advance. On the way to the 911 Air Force Base on the way back, the No. 214 aircraft suddenly broke into two pieces from the cockpit without any signs.

This gave the opportunity for ejection, and the two pilots took the opportunity to leave the cockpit.

The two parachutes opened one after another, but the dragon thorn was still stuck in the thigh of the fire control operator. When he was found by his partner who fell nearby, he had already lost consciousness with a pale face.

Two Z-9 armed helicopters ventured close to the combat airspace and began to pick up people (corpses).

Search and rescue are coordinated, and the work is not tiring. Pick up people alive, pick up corpses dead, and pick up broken pieces.

The magnetic catcher that was ready to assist the turboprop aircraft in its forced landing paused its preheating program. This thing was too power-consuming. The Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower that could provide power for the entire air base was still not enough to sustain this super power tiger for a long time.

"'Peanut Butter', we lost 214 and 215."

The short-haired girl looked around with her heart still beating wildly, and found that only four of the six "big-mouthed monsters" were left, circling around the center of the white-hot battle area, hesitating and not daring to gather together again.

If it happens again, her luck will probably run out.

"It doesn't matter, we still have the 'dragon-killing bomb', rookie, are you still alive?"

Chekov still had no intention of retreating, and he took the time to pay attention to the young man in the back seat.

Unexpectedly, the rookie was still awake and did not faint in a series of tactical maneuvers.

"I, I'm fine!"

Adrenaline was secreted in excess, and at this moment, even fear was forgotten. When saying this, Chen Fei didn't know that there was no trace of blood on his face, which was frighteningly white, but his upper and lower teeth were trembling violently.

This thing is really fucking awesome???

Forget it!

This baby is scared to death!!!

"Brothers, it's time to fight desperately!"

Major Chekov, the captain of the "Zhenxiang" squadron, codenamed "Peanut Butter", had a gloomy tone, no longer smiling like before, as if he had finally sobered up a little.

Being entangled by multiple fighters until now, the close-range combat bullets were eaten enough, and a large-scale dragon thorn rain just broke out. The golden dragon was inevitably seriously injured. Just looking at the newly generated blade wings, they were much smaller than before. Even if the "dragon-killing bullets" were not used, it would not take long for this crazy killing dragon to be worn out.

"???"

Σ(°△°|||)︴Chen Fei was startled.

After a while, he was shocked!

Hey, hey, hey! I'm innocent!

I'm not a combatant!

That's enough, stinky bear!

Don't you think your way of death is not special enough?

Since ancient times, funny people are lonely, and only those who commit suicide can leave their names.

"Little Pepper, cover, rookie, White Emperor Holy Sword, follow me with the sword, Ulla!~"

Ignoring Chen Fei's protest in the back seat, Chekov took a deep breath, howled, pushed the throttle, and the turboprop engine with more fuel instantly output more power. There were many scratches and pits on the surface of the fuselage. The "big mouth monster" with almost all the wounds rushed towards the golden dragon again.

Some things have to be done by someone, even if they can only be heroes for a few seconds.

If you never come back, then you never come back!

Now is the best time to take its life while it is weak. Once it is allowed to recover, it will only be more difficult to deal with. The gold dragon is notoriously petty and vengeful.

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