Chapter 0753: Fight to the death, who is harder than who?
There are forty Storm fighters, each one is a pure lump of iron!
They do not have any air-to-air missiles, nor any long-range means to contain Nighthawks in the air.
It only has a speed that is ten percent higher than that of Nighthawk, and maybe a little bit stronger black metal.
Zhang Guanglie's eyes were calm, and his whole body was filled with an unprecedented power.
This mysterious power comes from the purple genetic modification potion given to him by No. 3.
He is not stupid. Zhang Guanglie, who has been following Liu Shiba's team for so long, has never eaten pork, but he can understand how pigs walk. He vaguely understands one thing:
"These people are gold-digger tomb robbers. They have the ability to travel through some kind of time passage..."
This purple genetic agent, which can change a person's basic physique, comes from the nutrition cabin on the Storm Battleship, where the No. 3 body was once discovered!
Zhang Guanglie's body not only contains surging power, but the twisted blood vessels under his skin are also filled with endless pain...
Everything has two opposite points...
Ants are divided into male and female, and Tai Chi is divided into black and white...
There is no such thing as a free lunch. Zhang Guanglie gained strength far beyond that of ordinary soldiers, but he had to endure tremendous pain far beyond what humans can bear.
The time is too short, the time to bear the pain is completed the moment the Storm fighter flies into the sky, and reaches Gaochao instantly...
Zhang Guanglie held in his throat the scream that could only come from the endless pain in his body for thirty seconds...
Five hundred meters...
Four hundred meters...
The distance between Nighthawk and Storm is shortening in microseconds...
The American Nighthawk fighter jets and the Chinese Storm fighter jets, both sides have no intention of giving way...
When they meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. Both sides are proud soldiers. Whoever makes evasive moves first will be cowarded...
Blue flames spurted out from under the Nighthawk's wings, and each fighter plane launched two air-to-air supersonic missiles first...
Nighthawk still doesn't know that the forty black storms on the opposite side are completely unarmed!
Zhang Guanglie stood in front of him, holding back a miserable howl for thirty seconds, from his violently heaving chest, from his angry throat...
Suddenly spewed out:
"It spirals and rolls forward, killing the dog!"
"boom!!"
"boom!!!"
"…………"
Dozens of brilliant flames burst out in mid-air, followed by a huge explosion...
All Chinese side and ground commanders heard Zhang Guanglie’s crazy and ferocious laughter:
"One bump is enough to earn money, two bumps will earn you one, three bumps will make you a hero, if you don't hit four, you won't die..."
The first gorgeous collision between 320 American Nighthawk fighter jets and 40 Chinese Storm fighter jets was nothing fancy...
Every burst of flame is a real impact!
The supersonic missiles launched by Nighthawk are a joke in the face of a storm, and they are lucky if they don't hit one of their own.
In the horrified eyes of the Nighthawk fighter pilots, these forty lunatics, without any unnecessary evasive movements, are looking for you to hit you!
The moment the plane hit the wrong plane, most American pilots habitually made small evasive maneuvers to stay as far away from the vital points of the fuselage as possible!
But those lunatics don't give you a chance. They chase after you and use a little more speed to crash you...
In the first round of air combat, one Chinese Storm fighter was not damaged, while forty American Nighthawks crashed.
This scene stopped the remaining 280 fighter jets that were passing by!
Stella, who was flying the same Nighthawk fighter plane, saw the flames and explosions bursting out in the sky, and couldn't help but said in surprise:
"As expected, he is a butcher. I am very curious, how did they find this treasure like you? Where did they find it?"
Stella, with a smile on her face, calmly ordered:
"Encircle and destroy forty Chinese fighter jets. Its name is Storm, the first-generation Storm fighter jet on Earth! If you can't hit it, just ram it..."
The two hundred and eighty Nighthawks heard Stella's order, even though they were filled with endless fear in their hearts, the military's binding force still made them resolutely obey the military order.
That's right! If you can't win, just go for it...
With an eight-to-one numerical difference, your Storm is indeed strong, but what about the level of the driver?
In the eyes of experienced veteran pilots, none of the Chinese pilots who looked twisted and twisted while flying forty Storm fighter jets was qualified...
However, these people dare to risk their lives with you...
The mid-air collision between the two fighter planes caused many pilots to spit out blood in some cabins of the Storm fighter piloted by Zhang Guanglie.
The two sides combined their forces and collided head-on in the air at a speed exceeding Mach 18. The inertial impact force generated was more than a thousand average?
The completely successful enhancement rate of genetic medicine is not 100%. It has an 80% success or failure rate, but the success rate is only 20%!
The physical fitness of soldiers who have not been fully strengthened is only one-third higher than before.
This one-third is not enough to bear the power of a thousand people!
Only ten of the forty Storm fighters successfully completed the complete enhancement of the first-level genetic medicine, and their physical strength was abruptly doubled.
Among these ten people were Zhang Guanglie, brothers Li Dabao and Li Erbao, and five other Chinese soldiers.
Among them, there are only two American carrier-based aircraft pilots who surrendered and were captured and brainwashed by Gu insects, and miraculously became first-level genetic warriors.
The brutal air battle was carried out completely with a reckless behavior!
Unsurprisingly, the second collision still ended with China Storm winning.
But this time, the Nighthawks only lost less than twenty.
Among the forty Storm fighters that turned around and returned, only ten were more stable, while the thirty behind them were already a little shaky...
Looking at the dozens of swaying Storm fighter jets at the end of the Storm fighter formation, a cold and cruel smile appeared on Pluto Stella's face:
"Go on! They like to bump into each other so much, we must meet their requirements..."
Zhang Guanglie was furious, staring with blood-red eyes, turned to look at the thirty crumbling fighter planes, and roared on the radio in a hoarse voice:
"Thirty of you Storms...return! Compare the rest with me to see whether the Chinese have stronger bones or the Americans..."
He knew that if there was another violent impact, at least half of the thirty Storms would crash...
Every loyal pilot lost is a huge wealth for Sulan in the future, not to mention the Storm fighter plane that crashed into the sea, every piece of metal on it is worth a fortune!
The Nighthawk on the opposite side did not give these weak Storm fighters a chance to return. Once again, under the command of Pluto Stella, they swarmed forward tenaciously...
Don’t you like to bump into each other?
Let's keep bumping!
"Boom boom!"
"Boom boom boom!"
"…………boom!"
This time the impact was particularly violent!
Not only did the Nighthawk crash into the sea, there were also more than a dozen Storm fighter jets.
The pilots of more than a dozen Storm fighter jets don’t know whether they will survive, because the Storm fighter jets have no parachutes or ejection systems, only diving systems...
Chen Haowen, who was watching the battle on the shore, quickly organized hundreds of soldiers, paddled kayaks, and rowed hard toward the place where the storm fell in the sea...
I can save every one, not only the storm, but also the pilot of the Nighthawk. I can't let him go even if I hug the grass and hunt rabbits...
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