Chapter 317: Alternating Fights

Chapter 317 - Alternating dogfights

"Crossfire, start!"

Captain Chekov shouted.

The six "Big Mouth Monsters" were divided into three double-plane formations, forming a 120-degree arc formation and rushing towards the mutant flying species.

The machine guns opened fire at the first time, and fire snakes swarmed out, forming crossfire in three directions, fiercely covering the airspace where the mutants were.

The body of the No. 211 aircraft trembled violently, and the rocket nests under the left and right wings were fully fired. The rockets that came out of the nests were like overwhelming momentum, following closely behind the dense rain of machine gun bullets.

Chekkov, who obviously felt that the fighter was a little lighter, shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, 'rookie', save some rockets."

Before he reacted, Chen Fei in the back seat had already fired all the precious rockets.

The rockets have no guidance system, and whether they can hit the target depends entirely on luck.

Of course, if the mutant flying species is hit, it will not be able to escape death. After all, at this altitude, getting hurt is equivalent to falling to death.

"It's okay, it's okay, captain, it doesn't matter if it hits!"

Don't be fooled by his quiet and harmless appearance on weekdays. Once he is in the sky, Chen Fei, the "rookie", plays wilder than anyone else.

"Ah? Are you crazy?"

Captain Chekov was shocked.

The machine gun plus the rocket formed a fatal blow. Caught off guard, the mutant flying species pseudo-flying dragon FA-143 group was almost half gone at once. At least three pseudo-flying dragons were directly hit by the lucky rockets, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere, staggering to the ground.

A straight fall from a height of 1,000 meters is unbearable even for a giant dragon, let alone these incompletely evolved copycat flying dragons.

Those hideous bone spurs actually have no benefit to flying ability. The streamlined body of the Sky Star Wyvern is the result of natural evolution over millions of years, and it has its own reason. It is not comparable to these aliens that have mutated hastily for the sake of their terrifying appearance and physical lethality.

"Nice fight, 'Peanut Butter'!"

"Captain, this is a powerful blow!"

A cheer rang out in the communication channel. The other pilots of the "Zhen Xiang" Fighting Flight Squadron did not expect that the No. 211 aircraft driven by the squadron leader would dare to make such a big move in the first wave.

Damn, Chekov Big Bear said embarrassedly: "It's, it's okay!"

"Don't be careless, those guys are starting to fight back!"

Deputy Squadron Leader "Devil Pepper" has been staring at those pseudo-flying dragons FA-143. The "Zhen Xiang" Squadron has the first hand in the sneak attack, but if it can't keep the advantage, the thin-skinned and tender "Big Mouth Monster" will also end up in a miserable defeat.

Don't think that mutants don't have the ability to fight back because they don't have firearms. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many air bases destroyed and slaughtered by crazy mutants.

"Got it!"

"Devil Pepper" Deputy Squadron Leader's new fire controller "Sour Cabbage" Templen Schneider shouted particularly loudly.

He replaced the deputy squadron leader's fire controller "Nutmeg" Salaman Francis and became the deputy squadron leader's back seat fire controller.

Mr. Salaman Francis cooperated with the new "White Angelica" Wadiye, and after a period of running-in, they successfully established a tacit understanding of the No. 216 partner.

In the corporate war, the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron lost all the members of the No. 216, and now they have replenished the manpower and fighters.

"No. 213 received, responsible for the left wing." "Vanilla" Carlos Sliva Ryan.

"No. 214 follow up on the left wing." "Tarragon" Salila.

"No. 215 received, responsible for the right wing." "Salad" Meyer von Kohler.

"No. 216 has followed the right wing." Deputy Squadron Leader Irini Lucius's old partner "Nutmeg" Salaman Francis responded loudly.

Compared with the chaotic mutant pseudo-flying dragon FA-143s, the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron's combat method seems to be well-organized.

"'Rookie', the machine guns and missiles are all yours."

In the eyes of Chekov the world is only the four mutant flying species that are getting closer and closer.

He is the squadron leader of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron, and his wingman is the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Irini Lucius. It is natural that he should take the lead and take the initiative to gnaw the hardest bones.

After the first wave of attacks, there were about nine surviving pseudo-flying dragon FA-143s. Chekov's No. 211 and Ilyini Lucius's No. 212 took half of them. The other two teams would take over the rest. Whoever eliminated the opponent first would support the others first.

"'Peanut Butter', use ramming, just ramming!"

Chen Fei stretched out his hand and pressed on the inner wall of the cockpit of the "Big Mouth Monster".

Dog system: Ding! An A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft was found, with 1979.43 kg of metal materials. Do you want to absorb it: Yes/No |?

Of course "No"!

If you click "Yes", the two will wait for free fall!

Don't worry, Xiaochu, it will fly by itself.

But for the first time, Chen Fei's sense of touch was integrated with the entire turboprop. He could even feel the whistling airflow outside the aircraft body, the blazing heat of the PT6A series engine, and the linkage between various mechanisms without the need for joysticks or controls. There is no need for a throttle valve or any button, and you can control the entire body as you wish, even making it jump in mid-air.

Aircraft can leap like a tiger, but people can't. Under such a huge overload, the internal organs will be broken.

If it had been more intense, the entire cockpit would have been filled with human remains, with broken bones and flesh squeezed out of the load-carrying suit like toothpaste.

"Crash? Are you so crazy? I don't want to die with you, so fire quickly!"

The driver and the fire controller are a natural community of destiny, and Chekhov's big bear can't do it without his companionship.

Suddenly, the aircraft body shook slightly, the wing-mounted cannon fired short, and several warheads plunged into the chest of one of the mutant flying species. It immediately felt as if it had been hit hard, and it opened its huge bat wings as if it had forgotten to flap its fan. As if, slowly falling backward.

However, in the next second, without any warning, he seemed to be resurrected on the spot with full health, and he was also given a shot of chicken blood. He flapped his wings vigorously and started flying again crazily, even rushing to the front.

Another series of fire snakes whizzed past the flank of No. 211, and the wingman No. 212 followed suit and opened fire.

The injured mutant at the front could no longer withstand the heavy damage. Even its wings were broken by cannon bullets, and its wing membranes were in tatters. It immediately fell to the ground with a wailing sound.

"Be careful, those monsters won't die that easily."

The voice of the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" rang in Chen Fei's ears.

The mutants that have evolved from savagery are often surprisingly tenacious. If you want to be safer, it is best to take another shot.

"Save ammo!"

Chen Fei was diligently calculating the ammunition reserves of Unit 211.

The rocket nest was empty, leaving only four combat bombs, a 500-pound bomb and more than 200 rounds of machine gun bullets. Sometimes the number of machine gun bullets was not always accurate.

One fighting bomb corresponds to one mutant, which is more than enough, but in actual combat, this is thinking about Taozi!

Theoretical data usually looks good, but the reality is very cruel. One out of two is a blood profit, one out of four is the norm, one out of one? Is the target a graduate of the tricycle academy (fighters also have three wheels)?

Therefore, Chen Fei had to plan carefully before secretly encouraging the big bear to have the most intimate contact with those mutants.

"Little Pepper, you are saying that the 'rookie' is being unreasonable. He insists that I have a head-on collision with those mutants. Fighters are not tanks. If we just touch them casually, wouldn't they fall apart?"

Chekhov's Big Bear complained while dodging the attacks of two mutant flying species. Unit 211 kept rolling in the sky, but maintained at an altitude of one thousand meters.

Although turboprops are very advantageous at low altitudes, it also depends on who they are competing with.

Of course it has an advantage compared to jets, but compared to mutant flying species like the False Dragon FA-143, it is impossible to take advantage.

The reason why the combat altitude is maintained at about one thousand meters is because the higher the place, the thinner the air. The lack of oxygen will limit the physical strength of these mutant creatures. Even if they have machine guns and missiles, they will not be willing to face a vigorous opponent. , maintaining small means to weaken the opponent in all aspects is the most appropriate tactic.

Unexpectedly, "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius said nonchalantly: "Then let's hit it!"

Tempone Schneider, the fire controller in the back seat, had a look of horror on his face. Vice Squadron Leader, are you finally no longer able to tolerate that big bear?

The captain of the Big Bear Squadron said aggrievedly: "You will die!"

He suddenly noticed that a thick line of smoke suddenly shot out from under the wings of Labor's fighter, and there was nothing in front of it.

"Hey, 'rookie', where are you shooting!"

Before he finished speaking, boom! ~

The missile that Chekov thought would miss hit the False Dragon FA-143 that another team was fighting, and exploded into a ball of fire.

What the hell, actually grabbing a monster... Chekov looked resentful, what a piece of shit luck.

Behind him, in the back seat of the cockpit, the light curtain in front of Chen Fei turned on his God's perspective, and he was looking down from a higher altitude at the "True Fragrance" combat squadron that was chasing and fighting with the mutants.

Not long after the close combat between the two sides began, the mutant flying species no longer had a numerical advantage.

The remaining False Dragon FA-143 had no intention of escaping, but instead launched an even more ferocious counterattack against the "True Fragrance" squadron.

"The trapped beast still fights!"

Tempone Schneider, who had just experienced a few actual battles, only had this word left in his mind.

Chekov did not forget to cheer up his comrades, which was one of his duties as a squadron leader.

"Work harder! Kill them and go back to drink early. Oh, I'll go!"

A pseudo-flying dragon FA-143 that was fighting with No. 215 and No. 216 suddenly turned and pounced on Chekov's Big Bear No. 211. The cockpit of No. 211 suddenly darkened, and its sharp claws grabbed at the No. 211 plane. Cockpit cover.

The "Devil Pepper" Elini Lucius on the wingman noticed this scene immediately.

"careful!"

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