Chapter 852 Fireworks Blooming on the Ground (1/2)

At the same time that the Alliance players were preparing for battle, the Third Aviation Group of the Southern Army was also preparing for all battles.

One hundred "Dagger" fighter jets formed an attack formation in the air and pounced on the incoming aircraft with murderous intent, like a pack of wolves hunting sheep.

The Wilantes obviously did not pay attention to these Bornean fighter jets.

Even if the cost of training a propeller aircraft pilot is not as exorbitant as that of a jet aircraft, it still takes at least five or six months to train.

And this is still the most basic.

If you want to ensure sufficient combat effectiveness, you must go through at least 10 months of training and ensure at least 400 hours of flight time.

With the fighting talent of the Weirant people, the training efficiency is about 1.5 to 2 times that of ordinary people. However, it will take three months at the fastest to form effective combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, the Borneo Kingdom, which evolved from the Heavenly King's Army, was not even established for that long!

Even if they could purchase some civilized equipment from the Alliance, they wouldn't be able to find a few decent pilots.

That's why.

Without any hesitation, these hundred "daggers" increased their speed to the maximum and rushed towards the group of medals flying in the sky, fearing that they would be overtaken by airships in the distance or air defense units on the ground. !

"go to hell!!"

Letting out a roar of cathartic courage, Milton, who was eyeing the nearest enemy plane, pulled the trigger without hesitation. The two 10mm cannons under the seat sprayed thick and long tongues of flame.

“Bang bang bang—!”

The deafening roar shook the cabin with a crisp sound, and the thick and long rain of bullets was like a spear thrust out of his hand!

This will be a battle without any suspense!

It can't even be called a battle but a completely one-sided massacre!

After all, the guy rushing towards him at the moment was probably only halfway through the training session, and he couldn't even find the safety of the weapon. He was probably yelling at his teammates about why he couldn't fire.

Although it's a bit exaggerated, the meaning is pretty much the same.

Milton's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile.

He seemed to have seen the burning fireball falling to the ground, and out of the corner of his eye he had even begun to look for the next target favored by the God of Death.

However, at this moment, a scene that stunned him happened.

I saw that the plane that was supposed to be torn into pieces suddenly turned sideways.

Seeing that the long string of tracers was about to tear it apart, it was like a nimble bird, riding the rapid airflow and turning sideways, using the lateral thrust generated by the air resistance to complete a large wheelbase. Rolling like a roller, it easily passed the shuttle cannon, and rushed straight over without slowing down.

The flowing movements were like the flipping sword in the hand of a fencing champion.

And the murderous intention hidden within it has quietly revealed its edge.

Milton's eyes were straight, and his eyes were like ping-pong balls, and cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

This guy is definitely no rookie!

No--

It should be said that there is no way that guy is a pilot from Borneo!

Those skillful flying skills and on-the-spot reactions cannot be practiced in exercises.

Only by experiencing the edge of death countless times and breaking away from the chains of death countless times can it be possible to hone the skills that are enough to play with death at the mercy of applause.

That guy is definitely an ace!

He's in trouble!

"Oh shit!"

Cursing secretly, Milton stepped on the rudder with his right foot, pulled up the control, and tried to reposition the sight on the flight path of the aircraft to make up for it.

However, the other party did not give him this opportunity.

At the same time as it completed the roller maneuver, the W-2 launched a series of short and deadly cannons in a preemptive manner.

The 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb outlined an arc of death in the air, like a top-down slash, blocking the direction of Milton's car.

The outcome has been decided.

"It's over——"

With no chance to dodge, Milton could only watch in despair as the fleeting shooting window went away, and then he inevitably collided with the fatal cannons.

"boom--!"

A cloud of hot smoke burst out from the explosion of fire, and a "dagger" with a broken wing quickly spun and fell to the ground.

"Get the first kill...have a good journey."

Looking at the fallen enemy plane, Feng Qing casually said goodbye, then skillfully took out the marker inserted in his trouser leg and wrote the first stroke of the word "正" on the side of the cabin.

Well played.

But it's still a bit too tender.

The guy was probably in a hurry to get the first kill, and he fired from such a long distance. She didn't even need to activate her agility talent, and just used a simple roller maneuver to dodge him.

And the guy's next moves are also easy to judge, and he will definitely find a way to make up for it after a failed hit.

Just take advantage of the moment when the two cannons bite towards you, and use the cannons to block the trajectory of the enemy plane in advance.

Due to the enemy's underestimation, she has a large shooting window.

At the same time, ghostly voices came from the communication channel.

"Oh oh oh! Well done Feng Qing!"

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay..."

Feng Qing smiled shyly, replied humbly, and then skillfully locked onto the next target.

She has been flying airplanes since the establishment of the Goblin Corps. Not to mention that the flight time has exceeded thousands of hours, and the time she has to wait for resurrection is more than that.

Countless death experiences have already made her proficient in flying skills.

It is no exaggeration to say that the aircraft she is flying is like a part of her body. She can even feel the air blowing on the flaps.

At this moment, an angry voice came from the communication channel.

"Gan! You stole my first kill!"

Guigui: "Hahaha! Leader, you have to work hard, don't let the newcomers catch up one day."

WC really has mosquitoes: "Haha! It must be impossible."

Newcomer No. 1: "Hey, can't we ask the group leader to come and compete?"

WC is really a mosquito: "Compared with a hammer! You have touched the plane more times than I have dropped it! Do your job well, don't just think about the heads, throw the bombs for me accurately and then don't be ridiculous!"

Newcomer No. 1: "Gan! You are discriminating against newcomers! I will go to the forum to hang you up!"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "% # ￥ x-on:!"

Newcomer No. 2: "Ouch! Long live the manager!"

Newcomer No. 3: "Oh my god!!! Isn't this more exciting than War Thunder!?"

Guigui: "Well, is it because there are more people? It feels like the newcomers are getting more and more outrageous..."

As he could imagine the expression on his friend's forehead, Feng Qing didn't know what to say, so he could only smile.

"Ahaha... But I feel like the group leader quite likes them."

The first fireball burst out in the dark cloud-covered sky.

A parachute floated out from the burning cabin and fell to the ground with the pride of the Third Air Force of the Southern Army.

Looking at their comrades who were shot down in the first contact, all the Wilant pilots were dumbfounded.

No one expected that the first damage in this battle would actually occur on their side.

What they didn't expect was that the opponent's attack speed was so clean and decisive.

"...He's a pilot from the Alliance." The captain of the aviation team's face darkened, with a fierce light burning in his shrunken pupils.

No matter how slow he was, he could still react.

The people sitting on these planes flying the Borneo flag are not survivors of Borneo Province at all!

But people from the alliance!

The boiling flame was like a slap in the face, hitting every pilot of the Third Air Force hard in the face.

However, they are a race born for fighting.

They were not frightened by the sudden casualties. Instead, they were aroused to fight in the cockpit and completely put away their arrogance and underestimation of the enemy.

Everyone in the Southern Army had been prepared for the Alliance's participation in the war, so they were not surprised.

At most, they did not expect that the other party would react so quickly. They took serious action from the beginning and sent their own planes and pilots up.

But that’s fine too.

Instead of always being on guard against enemies hiding in the dark, it’s better to have a good fight!

"...If you want to die, I will make it happen!!"

The captain of the aviation team roared angrily, and aimed at the nearest W-2 aircraft with his flame-spitting cannon.

The distance of one kilometer passed in an instant, and the two sides soon fell into a hand-to-hand fight.

The roar of machine guns filled the entire battlefield, and the tracers flying all over the sky stretched out in the sky.

The burning trajectory is like a lance in the hands of a cavalryman, moving up and down the low dark clouds.

Planes kept falling from the sky.

Among them are the "Dagger" belonging to the Legion and the "Mosquito" belonging to the Alliance.

The combat effectiveness of these Wilant pilots is not weak, and is even much stronger than the servant pilots of the Falcon Kingdom.

The same goes for their aircraft, which are completely different from the "export products" used by the Falcon Kingdom Air Force that have been improved to simplify the production process!

Even though they also use propellers, there is still a huge difference between the two. Both maneuverability and speed are not on the same level at all.

After shooting down four planes in a row, Feng Qing gradually felt a little tired.

Her left wing was moderately damaged, the leading edge flap seemed to be broken, and there were not many remaining ammunition...and these were not the most deadly.

The most deadly thing is that the airship that turned around and returned to defense was getting closer and closer, and the ground anti-aircraft firepower also completed its firepower preparations.

The enemy aircraft group is moving north in an orderly manner.

If they follow, they will enter the airship's fire net in up to 5 minutes. And if they don't stick to it, they will soon be bitten by the anti-aircraft firepower on the ground.

Looking at the several bullet holes that penetrated the cabin, Feng Qing took a deep breath, prepared to restart, and shouted towards the communication channel.

"...Captain! This distance is almost enough, let's start the second phase of the battle!"

Apparently, Brother Mosquito feels the same way.

After a brief rustle of electricity, a decisive voice soon came from the communication channel.

"All units listen to orders! This operation has entered the second phase! Remember your goal! Before crashing, be sure to use up the last round of ammunition for me!"

“See you on the forum!”

"Ouch!"

Having said that, Brother Mosquito yelled first, then pressed down the upward thrust of the plane's nose and pounced towards the train station diagonally below.

That impassioned roar ignited the blood in the hearts of all the players. Feng Qing felt the blood in her veins burning, and she, who had always been quiet, also started shouting.

The remaining sixty or so W-2 aircraft suddenly dispersed into fireworks all over the sky, turned around and pounced on the ground, catching the "Daggers" who were fighting with them and moving the battlefield to the north by surprise.

The captain of the Third Air Force was startled, remembering the command from the headquarters, and shouted angrily at the communication channel.

"Stop them!"

There was no need for his orders at all. After realizing the intentions of these alliance pilots, the well-trained Vaillant pilots immediately ended the game of chasing each other, turned around and chased after them.

But it's too late!

Those planes that desperately pounced on the ground seemed to have no intention of pulling themselves up again. They turned on the buzzer as they dived, and then pushed the switch all the way.

"Ugh——!"

The sharp howl of the thorn echoed through the air, just like the trumpet blown by the god of death.

They each found their target, and then emptied the last dozens of rounds of ammunition remaining in the cannon.

Fire rained down from the sky, and the Wilant soldiers guarding near the train station were frightened, and they all looked for bunkers to hide.

The loaders were the same. When they heard the harsh sound, they dropped what they were carrying and ran away desperately towards the outside of the train station.

One of the planes crashed straight into a warehouse, and soon the warehouse exploded. Dazzling flames burst out from the roof, and the crackling explosions were like firecrackers.

These aircraft use fuel cells based on solid hydrogen. The thing that removes the safety measures is itself a bomb, and its energy density is so high that it is unknown how much higher it is than those lighters that explode as soon as they are touched in reality.

And this soaring flame is just the beginning!

In addition to the W-2 attack aircraft that poured out cannons, there were also some aircraft with 100 kilograms of aerial bombs hung on their bellies!

The metallic hydrogen is much more powerful than pure solid hydrogen, not to mention that it is also mixed with some other formulas to increase its power.

And these planes piloted by the "goblin newcomers" also had clear goals, heading straight for the locomotives parked in the train station.

And those railroads to the north, and the bridges across the rivers!

It is not practical to stop the torrent of steel rushing north.

However, they can use the method of attacking logistics to delay the attack of the legion's 170,000th team and buy more preparation time for the Yue Clan resistance army in the north.

A plane carrying an aerial bomb rushed straight towards a train filled with cargo. It was not until the moment before the crash that the bomb's safety was released, and it crashed into the train with the bomb.

The Wilante pilot chasing after it was completely stunned. Seeing the flames coming towards his face, he could only grit his teeth and pull up the nose of the plane.

These guys are crazy!

The one after another explosions lasted for five minutes, and each explosion made the Willant soldiers hiding around couldn't help but feel their hearts bleed.

Sixty planes burned themselves up like fireworks, causing huge damage to Xifan Port and its surrounding traffic arteries and strategic facilities. The "Daggers" chasing behind them could only watch helplessly. There is absolutely no way.

"Oh shit!!"

Looking at the train station in flames, the captain of the Third Air Force angrily beat his thigh, but unexpectedly the newly bandaged wound on his arm burst open, and he grimaced in pain.

An aircraft cannon had penetrated his cockpit before. Although it did not hit anyone else, the flying fragments grazed his arm and almost cut his artery.

Although he was holding back a ball of anger in his heart, he had no choice but to be angry at the moment. He could only ask the control tower of the airport for instructions, and then issued an order to return to the other members of the aviation team.

At the same time, the four "Saber" jet fighters coming from the direction of Yongye Port also flew into the air. They cruised in the air but failed to find the enemy planes, so they had no choice but to return.

These aircraft have very high requirements on the airport and ground handling environment. There is not even an airport where they can land and provide maintenance services.

Looking at the light spots disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye on the radar screen, General Gulion's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds in the sky.

He could guess how much damage the air raid caused without asking his subordinates.

The adjutant standing next to him swallowed and said in a difficult tone.

"It was actually a suicide attack...are these blue gophers crazy?!"

He risked his own life for a group of unrelated survivors!

He couldn't understand what those guys were thinking.

Don’t they have a family of their own? !

General Gulion, who had an ugly face, did not make as much fuss as his adjutant, but narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at the map.

"Previously, the staff speculated that the alliance probably possesses some kind of technology related to human cloning that can be operated remotely... Now it seems that the staff's judgment is probably correct."

This was a speculation made by the legion's staff during the previous siege of the Torch Church.

According to feedback from frontline soldiers, they found that although Alliance soldiers suffered continuous casualties, the number of elite troops never decreased.

There is only one explanation.

That is the casualties of some of the Alliance's soldiers - especially the casualties of the elite troops. Those who died were actually clones or similar things.

Although it sounds weird, it seems to be the most reliable explanation.

And this can also explain why the Alliance's shelter residents rarely appear outside the communication range, and the Alliance always spares no effort to promote their cables.

From this he can make preliminary inferences.

That is, those clones operated by the residents of the shelter can only move within the communication radius.

And in places outside the communication radius, they can only risk going with their real bodies, and if they die, they will really die.

For example, the four blue gophers who came to Sails Harbor before.

Hearing General Gulion's words, the adjutant standing nearby was stunned for a moment and said with a hesitant expression on his face.

"But...if that's the case, why didn't our signal jamming bomb work?"

He always felt that the technology of "remotely controllable clones" sounded too bizarre, and even "the Alliance's shelter residents are actually bionic people" was more reliable than this speculation.

General Gulion shook his head, still firmly believing in his conjecture.

"Electromagnetic waves are not the only signal transmission medium. Have you forgotten those mutant slime molds? We still haven't fully figured out what that psychic signal is."

I heard that it happened a long time ago. The People's Federation discovered some kind of planetary consciousness on the planet Gaia, and got inspiration from it to develop a technology called "Psychic Interference Device".

This thing can drive away creatures with lower minds and communicate with creatures with higher minds. It was once considered by the academic circles at the time to be the best communication medium for communicating with extraterrestrial civilizations.

After all, language communication is too inefficient. Not only does it take a long time to decipher, but it may also cause misunderstandings.

And whether one will be led by the mind interference signal can also be used as a touchstone to measure whether the other party's mind is worthy of communication, and what kind of strategy should be used to communicate.

However, even though "psychic interference technology" is a technology that was developed in the era of the United Nations, no one can really figure out what the so-called psychic signal is even after entering the Wasteland Era.

The same is obviously true for the Alliance, but that doesn't stop those who have mastered the technology from using it.

Looking at the completely stunned adjutant and other officers, Guion said firmly.

"...No matter what medium they use to operate the clones, the signal always needs to be transmitted to the front line through cables or signal towers, and these facilities are traceable!"

As he spoke, he looked at an officer standing in front of the command table and gave the order.

"...The difference in appearance between us Velantes and the locals is too great to allow us to move behind enemy lines. I need you to train a special force composed of Borneo people to penetrate into the rear of our enemies and specifically target our enemy's communications. Raid on the facility!"

The officer stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

Looking back at the map spread out on the command table, a cold smile gradually appeared on General Gulion's lips.

He admitted that the airstrike caught him off guard and that the alliance's response was beyond his expectations.

However, if these guys thought that they could defeat his entire plan with such clumsy means, they would be too naive.

This war has just begun.

Since the alliance's air force has entered the war in advance, the equipment specially prepared for the alliance can also be deployed in advance.

Although expensive missiles are not needed to deal with the indigenous people, it is still worthwhile to use them on the alliance.

No matter how cheap those clones are, aircraft equipped with plasma engines and fusion reactors are not cheap, and it is worth replacing them with many missiles.

In addition to aircraft, there are also those ships.

Putting away his suspicion of underestimating the enemy, Gulion stared intently at the sea area in the southwest corner of the map.

If nothing unexpected happens.

The South China Sea Alliance fleet should have arrived...