At the same time that the Alliance players were preparing for battle, the Third Air 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 undergo 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 5 to 2 times that of ordinary people. However, it will take at least three months 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 at all.
That's why.
It would be bad to live like that. "It's over-"
The captain of the Eighth Air Force was shocked. He remembered the command from the headquarters and shouted angrily at the communication channel.
Looking back at the map spread out under the command table, a warm smile gradually appeared on General Milton's lips.
As he could imagine the expression on his bad friend's forehead, Feng Qing knew what to say and could only smile.
"Haha, it's okay, it's okay..." Those guys are all lunatics! They're from the Alliance!
Eighty planes burned themselves up like fireworks, causing huge damage to Xifan Port and its surrounding traffic arteries and strategic facilities. The "Daggers" chasing us could only watch helplessly. Here, there is absolutely no way.
There was absolutely no need for my orders. Before these ill-trained pilots of the Wilantes noticed the intentions of those alliance pilots, they immediately started their game of chasing you and changed their direction and pursued them.
This deafening roar shook the cabin with a crisp sound, and the thick and long rain of bullets was like a spear thrust out of my hand!
The officer stood at attention and gave a military salute.
We at least expected that the other party would respond so quickly, and we took action right from the moment it was over, sending down our own plane and its pilot.
However, we cannot use the method of attacking the front line to delay the retreat of the legion's 170,000th team and buy less preparation time for the Yue Clan resistance army in the north.
These skillful flying skills and flawless on-the-spot reactions were developed through practice.
A plane carrying an aerial bomb rushed straight towards a train full of cargo. It was not until the moment after the crash that the bomb's safety was released, and it crashed with the bomb.
"See you at the forum!"
I always feel that the technology of "remotely controllable clones" sounds too bizarre, and even "the Alliance's shelter residents are actually bionic people" is more reliable than that speculation.
The combat effectiveness of those Wilant pilots is not strong, and is even much weaker than the servant pilots of the Falcon Kingdom.
It can even be called a battle, but a completely one-sided massacre!
Looking at the fallen enemy plane, Feng Qing casually said goodbye, then took out as many pieces as he could and inserted them under his trouser legs.
With a marker, he wrote the first stroke of the character "" on the side of the cabin.
Only by experiencing the edge of death several times and breaking away from the chains of death several times can it be impossible to hone the skills that are enough to play with death at the mercy of applause.
There are no railways to the north and bridges across rivers!
Guion's eyes were straight, and his two eyeballs were so angry that they were like ping-pong balls, and hot sweat soaked my back in an instant.
We each found our own targets and cleared the first few dozen rounds of ammunition remaining in the cannon.
Even though they both use propellers, there is still a huge difference between the two. Both maneuverability and speed are completely on the same level.
And the flames soaring into the sky are just the end!
Those aircraft use fuel cells based on solid hydrogen. The thing used to eliminate the danger is not a bomb itself, and its energy density is so much lower than the actual lighters that explode on first touch.
As for the planes piloted by the "goblin newcomers", seven of them also had clear goals and headed straight for the locomotives parked outside the train station.
Instead of always being on guard against enemies hiding in the dark, it’s better to fight slowly and painfully!
After all, language communication is too efficient, but it takes a long time to decipher, and misunderstandings may occur.
WC really has no mosquitoes: “%#￥＠!”
Although I was holding back a ball of anger in my heart, I had no choice but to be angry. I could only ask the airport control tower for instructions, and then gave the order to return to the other members of the aviation team.
"go to hell!!"
That will be a battle without any suspense!
Then an aircraft cannon penetrated my cockpit. Although it hit me, the flying fragments grazed the underside of my arm and almost cut my artery.
We were not frightened by the sudden casualties. Instead, we who were sitting outside the cockpit were aroused to fight, and we completely put away our arrogance and the enemy.
It should be said that this guy is definitely a pilot from Borneo!
"But...if that's definitely the case, why didn't your signal jamming bomb work?"
Apparently, Brother Mosquito feels the same way.
This impassioned roar ignited the cold blood in the hearts of all the players. Feng Qing could only feel the blood in his veins burning, and you, who had always been quiet, also started shouting.
"...The difference in appearance between your Velantes and the locals is too small, which makes it convenient for you to move in front of the enemy. You need him to train an ordinary force composed of Borneo people to penetrate into the front of your enemy, specifically to
Launch a raid on your enemy’s communication facilities!”
"...Captain! The distance is too big to be too small. Let's end the seventh phase of the operation!"
Having said that, Brother Mosquito yelled first, then pressed on the nose of the plane that pointed downwards, and pounced towards the train station diagonally above.
And this guy's next move was also very poorly judged. He would definitely find a way to make amends before the attack was successful.
After all, the guy who was charging towards me at the moment was only halfway through the training session. He even found the safety of the weapon, and 40% was yelling with his teammates next to him about how to fire the gun.
The distance of one kilometer passed in an instant, and the two sides soon fell into a hand-to-hand fight.
At that moment, a voice of exasperation came from the communication channel.
The South China Sea Alliance fleet should have arrived...
And the murderous intention hidden within it has not yet revealed its edge quietly.
"...If you want me to die, I'll make it happen!!" At the same time, Gui Gui's voice came from the communication channel.
"... No matter what medium we use to operate the clones, the signal always needs to be transmitted to the backline through cables or signal towers, and those facilities are traceable!"
Before the brief rustle of electricity, a decisive voice came slowly from the communication channel.
"...He's a pilot from the Alliance." The aviation captain's face brightened, and his narrowed pupils burned with a fierce light.
I saw that the plane that was supposed to be torn into pieces suddenly turned sideways.
These were planes that desperately dived to the ground, seemingly with no intention of pulling themselves up again. As we dived, we turned on the buzzer and pushed the switch all the way.
It is no exaggeration to say that the aircraft you are flying is like a part of your body, and you can even feel the airflow blowing under the flaps.
No matter how much it happens, I can still react.
And whether the person will be led by the mind interference signal, good or bad, cannot 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 retreat from the communication.
This guy is definitely ace!
The people sitting under the planes flying the Borneo flag behind me were survivors of the Borneo province!
However, the other party did not give me that chance.
The same goes for our aircraft, which are exactly the same as the "marketable products" used by the Falcon Kingdom Air Force that have been improved to simplify the production process!
"Ouch!"
Feng Qing smiled shyly, replied humbly, and then locked onto the last target unfamiliarly.
A parachute floated out from the burning cabin and fell to the ground with the pride of the Eighth Air Force of the Southern Army.
The captain of the aviation team roared angrily, and with his flame-spewing cannon, he bit into the nearest W-2 aircraft.
Although it is expensive to use missiles against the natives, it is still worthwhile to use them against the Alliance.
"Gan! You stole my first kill!"
Apart from airplanes, there are no such ships.
The adjutant standing next to me swallowed and said in a difficult tone.
This guy was probably taking his time to get the first kill, firing from such a long distance, and you even used various talents to dodge him with various roller maneuvers.
The most deadly thing is that before the airship turns around and returns to defense, it has not gotten closer and closer, and the ground anti-aircraft firepower has gradually completed its firepower preparations.
Although it is a bit exaggerated, the difference in meaning is small. There is no "Dagger" belonging to the Legion, and there is no "Mosquito" belonging to the Alliance.
If we follow closely, we will retreat into the airship's fire net in at least 5 minutes. But if we stick close to it, we will be bitten by the ground's anti-aircraft fire very slowly.
And that would also explain why the Alliance's shelter dwellers often appear in places within communication range, and the Alliance always spares no effort to sell our cables.
However, at that moment, a scene that stunned me happened.
The ugly-faced General Milton was not as fussy as his adjutant, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the map.
No matter how cheap these clones are, planes equipped with plasma engines and fusion reactors are so cheap that it is worth replacing them with fewer missiles.
"It was actually a suicide attack...are those blue gophers crazy?!"
I heard that this happened a long, long time ago. The People's Federation discovered some kind of planetary consciousness under the planet Gaia, and got inspiration from it to develop a technology called "Psychic Interference Device".
Due to the heavy enemy force, there is a large shooting window left for you.
Don’t we have our own family?!
The loaders were the same. When they heard the harsh sound, they threw away their things and ran away towards the inside of the train station at all costs.
"Stop us!"
The enemy aircraft group is moving northward in an orderly manner.
"Oh shit!"
"yes!"
"Get the first kill...and go bad all the way."
I didn't seem to have seen this burning fireball falling to the ground. In the corner of my eye, I even started looking for the last target favored by the God of Death.
WC really doesn’t have mosquitoes: “Haha! It must be possible.”
A cloud of scalding smoke burst out from the flames of the explosion, and a "Dagger" with a broken wing quickly spun and fell to the ground.
I cannot make preliminary inferences from this.
WC really has no mosquitoes: "Compared with a hammer! The number of times he touches the plane is less than the number of times I fall! Do your job well, don't just think about the heads, I will throw the bomb to you accurately and then you are fooling!"
That was the speculation made by the legion's staff when they were encircling and suppressing the Torch Church.
But it’s not too late!
"Oh oh oh! Well done Feng Qing!"
Newcomer No. 7: “Ouch! Long live the manager!
It was an accident. There is only one explanation.
This burning ballistic trajectory is like a lance in the hands of a cavalryman, coming and going under the high and low dark clouds.
Looking at the light spots disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the radar screen, General Milton's face was as bright as the dark clouds in the sky.
That is, these clones operated by the residents of the shelter can only move within the communication radius.
"Ahaha... But you feel like the leader really hates us."
It is too realistic to stop the torrent of steel rushing back to the north.
The 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb outlined an arc of death in the air, like a diagonal slash from bottom to top, sealing the retreat of Gulion's car.
The roar of machine guns filled the entire battlefield, and the tracers flying all over the sky stretched out in the sky.
Your right wing is moderately damaged, the trailing edge flap seems to be broken, and you still have a lot of ammunition left...and those are still the most deadly.
Although it doesn't sound unbelievable, it seems to be the most reliable explanation.
Those aircraft have very low requirements for the airport and ground handling environment, and there are even airports that cannot allow us to land and provide maintenance services.
Having experienced death several times has already made you proficient in flying skills.
General Milton shook his head, still convinced of his conjecture.
You have been flying airplanes since the establishment of the Goblin Corps. Not to mention that the flight time has exceeded a thousand hours, and the time you have to wait for resurrection is only that amount of time.
That guy is definitely a rookie!
Looking at their comrades who were shot down in the first contact, all the Wilant pilots were dumbfounded.
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.
!
Based on feedback from soldiers on the rear lines, we found that although Alliance soldiers suffered continuous casualties, the number of elite troops has never been greater.
Seeing that this long string of tracers was about to tear it apart, it was like a nimble bird, riding on the slow airflow and turning sideways, using the lateral thrust generated by air resistance to complete a small wheelbase
Rolling like a roller, it simply passed the shuttle cannon and rushed towards it at a reduced speed.
"Woo-!" Is it too much? It's still a bit too young.
"Electromagnetic waves are not the only signal transmission medium. Has he forgotten these mutant slime molds? Are you still not completely confused about what this psychic signal is?"
For the Alliance to join the war, everyone in the Southern Army was unprepared, and they were actually surprised and their jaws dropped.
Newcomer No. 1: "Gan! Dogs and mosquitoes are discriminating against newcomers! You go to the forum and hang him up!"
Except for these W-2 attack planes that are pouring out cannons, there are still some aircraft with 100 kilograms of aerial bombs hanging under the belly!
I can't understand what these guys are thinking.
Looking at the train station in flames, the captain of the Eighth Air Force angrily beat his calf. However, he thought of the newly bandaged wound under his arm bursting, and grimaced in pain.
As I said that, I looked at an officer standing behind the command table and gave the order.
The one after another explosions lasted for a full seven minutes, and each explosion caused the Wealand soldiers hiding around to hold back their hearts bleeding.
The shot was wrong.
Newcomer No. 1: "Hey, this is bad, the leader wants to compare?
Just take advantage of the moment when the two cannons bite towards you, and use as many cannons to block the trajectory of the enemy plane.
The sharp howl of the thorns echoed in the air, like the trumpet blown by the god of death.
I deny that the air raid caught me off guard, and the alliance's reaction speed was beyond my expectation. This metallic hydrogen is far less powerful than pure solid hydrogen, not to mention that there are still more people outside.
Mixed with some other formulas to increase the power.
The victory has been decided.
The remaining eighty or so W-2 planes suddenly dispersed into fireworks all over the sky. They turned around and pounced on the ground. The "daggers" who were fighting with them while moving the battlefield to the north were caught off guard.
.
That war had just ended.
For example, these seven blue gophers came to Sails Harbor later.
No one expected that the first damage in that battle would actually occur on their side.
The first fireball bloomed in the sky covered with white clouds. It was -
What we didn't expect even more was that the opponent's attack speed was so clean and decisive.
The same is obviously true for the Alliance, but that doesn't prevent those who have mastered that technology from using it.
Looking at the completely stunned adjutant and other officers, Tan Pengchun said hesitantly.
Guigui: "Hahaha! Leader, you have to work hard, don't let the newcomers overtake you one day."
At the same time, seven aircraft coming from the direction of Yongye Port
The "Saber" jet fighter also flew into the air. After cruising in the air but unable to find the enemy aircraft, it had no choice but to return home.
At the same time as it completed the roller maneuver, the preemptive W-2 fired a series of short and deadly cannons.
The corner of Tan Pengchun's mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile. "Damn it!!"
However, it would be too naive for those guys to think that they could defeat my entire plan with such clumsy means.
Fire rain rained down from the sky, and the Wilant soldiers guarding the far side of the train station were frightened, and they all looked for bunkers to hide.
Looking at the several bullet holes that penetrated the cabin, Feng Qing took a deep breath, prepared to restart, and shouted into the communication channel.
"boom-!"
Putting away the serious enemy in his heart, Milton stared at the sea area in the southwest corner of the map.
Just by asking my own subordinates, I can guess that the damage caused by that air raid was not small.
And in these places within the communication radius, we can only take risks and use our bodies to go back. If we die, we will really die.
"Later, the staff speculated that the Alliance probably possesses some kind of technology related to remote-operated human cloning...
···Now it seems that the staff’s judgment is probably correct.”
Yes, even though "psychic interference technology" is a technology that was developed in the era of the People's Federation, even before retreating to the Wasteland Era, there were still people who could really figure out what this so-called psychic signal was.
This flowing movement is like the flipping sword in the hand of a fencing champion.
Cursing secretly, Gulyon slowly stepped on the rudder with his left foot, pulled down the control, and tried to bring the sight back under the plane's flight path to make up for it.
Yes, we are a race born for fighting.
Hearing General Milton's words, the adjutant standing next to him was stunned for a moment and said with a hesitant expression on his face.
This boiling flame was like a slap in the face, hitting every pilot of the Eighth Air Force hard in the face.
Newcomer No. 8: "Oh my god! Isn't that less exciting than War Thunder!?"
"All units listen to orders! This operation has entered the seventh phase! Remember their goals! After the crash, be sure to use up the last round of ammunition for me!"
Since the alliance's air force has delayed its participation in the war, the equipment specially prepared for the alliance cannot be delayed in its deployment.
"Bang bang bang-!"
I'm out of trouble!
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 were not casualties of some Alliance soldiers - especially casualties of elite troops. The dead were actually clones or something similar.
Guigui: "Well, is it because there are fewer people? It feels like the newcomers are getting more and more outrageous..."
Before shooting down seven planes in a row, Feng Qing gradually felt a little tired.
That thing can't drive away creatures with higher minds and communicate with creatures with lower minds. It was once considered by the academic circles at that time to be the best communication medium to communicate with status civilizations.
The pilot of the Velante who was chasing 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.
Letting out a roar of cathartic courage, Milton, eyeing the nearest enemy plane, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the two 10mm cannons on the seat sprayed thick and long tongues of flame.
There was no chance to dodge. Gulion could only watch the fleeting shooting window go away in despair, and then inevitably knocked down this shuttle's deadly cannon.
He actually risked his life for a group of unrelated survivors!