Chapter 190, Alliance Air Force, ace pilot applies for battle!
"Ace pilot, apply to fight!"
"I found the enemy at twelve o'clock!"
"Start dropping bombs!"
Cutch's excited and sharp voice kept echoing in the squadron's channel.
Someone wanted to complain, but in the end there was silence in the channel.
There is nothing to say. Everyone already knows what kind of temperament this comrade usually has.
The alliance's air force has just started construction. A total of [-] aircraft have been delivered, in groups of three, forming six squadrons.
Some of the eighteen pilots were selected from the crude air force of the old alliance, and the other part were simply young people selected from the army.
Equipped with an anti-gravity engine and with the assistance of a master and a pair of servo skulls, the difficulty of driving the Wind Falcon is not high.Of course, this low level refers to getting started. It is not difficult to drive the plane, and the take-off and landing problems are not too big. It can take off and land vertically, and with the help of the servo skull, it generally cannot fall.
However, it is one thing to get started easily and not fall off while driving, but it is extremely difficult to master it.Horizontal and vertical translation capabilities, extremely high flight speed, complex firepower system, body carrying capacity under high-speed flight...
It's really not easy to drive the Wind Falcon well, even with the help of a ruthless servo skull.
However, among the group of people who were able to barely fly the plane into the sky with the assistance of the servo skull, and the flight time of each of them did not exceed [-] hours, there was such an outlier as Corki.
His flying time is no different from other people's. However, everyone must admit that there are geniuses in this world.Although this guy has a bad personality, he is bolder than anyone else in flying, and he can do all kinds of exaggerated maneuvers at his fingertips.
At first, the instructor was still criticizing him with the instruction manual, but then forget it—the instructor is also a badass, and the flight time is as long as everyone else. It is nothing more than a hundred hours of propeller aircraft operation when he was in the old Union Air Force. experience.He couldn't do many moves made by the self-proclaimed 'Ace Pilot'.
Then let it go, and remind at most, don't do any fancy work when you are on a mission, and do things honestly.
Right now, this is the first time the Alliance Air Force has performed a mission since its official establishment.
Everyone was a little nervous except for Kutcher.
But fortunately, the enemies that the alliance air force will face at present should not need them to fly planes and engage in difficult games such as air battles and dog fights.
According to the navigation, relying on the assistance of the servo skull, fly to the target location, launch the six heavy missiles carried by the Wind Falcon, and then come to the sky above the enemy, open the belly, and pour the bombs down again. Almost done.
Those who are confident in themselves, drive the Wind Falcon for two more laps, hovering and licking the ground with the dual cannons on the plane and the laser rotary cannon, and directly attack the enemies on the ground; If you turn around and turn yourself dizzy, then hurry up and return to the voyage, go back to reload weapons and ammunition, and then see if there are further tasks that need them to perform.
Corki was the first to arrive at the battlefield and enter the attacking distance.
He and his flight formation, three Wind Falcons, instantly emptied the six heavy missiles mounted on them.
The target they aimed at was the enemy's biochemical artillery unit.
Those monsters that seemed to be magnified countless times, held up their front body, opened their huge mouths and sprayed biochemical shells into the sky, were hit by heavy missiles without any defense.
Obviously, these biochemical artillery were not prepared for bombing. Although the formation was not very dense, hundreds of biochemical artillery were basically in the same position.
Three Wind Falcons, with a total of eighteen heavy missiles, knocked out one-third of the biochemical artillery.
These living biochemical cannons are in a mess.
Some were still throwing firepower at the Crocker Manor in the distance according to the previous combat inertia, but some seemed cowardly, and began to wriggle their huge bodies, trying to escape.
However, they were unable to escape.
The speed and agility of these big guys are really not flattering.
More importantly, they ran into an outrageous pilot.
Couch let out a cry, and ordered the two wingmen in their group to drop bombs at densely populated areas of the enemy according to the plan.
As for himself, he lowered his flight altitude and swooped down to these biochemical artillery.
Flying from the sky above Crocker Manor to the position of the enemy's biochemical artillery, the distance of ten kilometers, for the speed of the wind falcon, it takes only one minute.
During this process, Couch dropped all the bombs, and sent a wave of bombs to the enemies below who were gathering to attack the Crocker Manor. At the same time, the biochemical artillery was included in the attack range of the machine gun.
Of course, the range of machine guns and laser cannons is not so close, but Couch is determined to strive for more efficient and precise strike effects, so that he has already dropped the flying height to a very low level.
The blue wind falcon he was driving began to breathe death flames.
The red laser cannon and the rumbling machine gun plowed a death scar on the ground.In a straight line of attack, three biochemical artillery were blasted into rotten meat.
Laser cannons melted away parts of their massive bodies; 40mm kinetic shells pulverized the rest.
The other two pilots in the same flight group looked at each other speechlessly.
One of them asked in the channel: "Why don't we try it too?"
Another person refused: "If you want to try it, I'm afraid that if I dive at such a high speed and lick the ground, if I don't do it well, I'll fall myself."
"Also..." The other person could only give up regretfully, "Let's just drop the bomb honestly."
The two Wind Falcons gave up on the difficult maneuvers, and flew safely and steadily at the high places above the heads of the enemy troops, and just dropped the loaded bombs.
And in the process, they used envious eyes to see Kuqi, who came back from a circle, and fired another round at the ground, reaping the results of four biochemical artillery.
So far, the entire biochemical artillery position has been in chaos.
However, his show time is over.
The other five formations of Feng Falcons have also arrived at this moment.
Thirty heavy-duty missiles hit the enemy's high-value targets relatively accurately under the assisted fire control of the servo skull.
All the biochemical artillery is finished.
Couch pursed his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.
Shooting fixed targets on the training ground, how can it be fun to actually go to the battlefield and put firepower on those human enemies?
Give him some more time and let him go around a few more times, and he is fully confident that relying on his Feng Falcon, he will be able to wipe out all the remaining biochemical artillery.
Unfortunately, teammates came to grab the head.
The five new formations, fifteen Wind Falcons, began to skim and drop bombs at the densely populated places of the enemy.
Couch's bombs in the cabin had all been used up just now, so he could only aim the cannon at the enemy in resentment and lick the ground and shoot.
Every dive attack on the ground is accompanied by howling screams.What followed was the bloody baptism of hundreds of meters in a straight line by lasers and kinetic energy shells.
Round after round, Couch didn't even count how many rounds he played. In short, he didn't stop until the squadron leader called him and asked him to follow the formation and leave.
On the return journey, when he crossed the Crocker Manor, he made a 'yeah' gesture to the soldiers below - he didn't care if they could see it or not.
...
Jason Morgan, who was looking up, of course couldn't see the gesture of the pilot who impressed him, it was too far away, and he was still in the cockpit.
But that didn't stop him from saluting it.
This is a great savior!
He has heard that there is an alliance air force in Shuangcheng.
In previous years, it was not that he had never seen a plane.
In his opinion, whether those propeller planes or helicopters of the old alliance, at best, it's just... a scene.
He didn't see the practical use.
At least, nothing special to speak of.
He thought that the air force of the new alliance was just like that.Maybe a little more powerful, but how much can it exceed?
However, today he really understood the power of the air force.
Under the rule of the governor, this kind of aircraft, which I have never seen before, is really too fierce!
A Wind Falcon has the functions of a missile launching platform, a fighter jet, an attack plane, and a bomber at the same time, and it can do all the key things very well.
He had counted, and there were only eighteen who came this time.But their arrival dealt a devastating blow to the wave of [-] aberration monsters.
Death fell from the sky!
First, they almost completely wiped out the enemy's artillery.
Those biological and chemical artillery with a range of more than ten kilometers are the biggest source of threat to the militia.
The small mountain guns and mortars in the hands of the militia are not only scarce in number, but also have a poor range. It is very difficult to hit those biochemical artillery.
In the case of a small number, even if the firepower is barely covered, the results of the battle are often not too great, and the enemy will also encounter a strong counterattack.
The biochemical artillery put too much pressure on them. To put it bluntly, the most casualties of the militia since the start of the war were caused by those highly corrosive and large-coverage biochemical artillery shells.
After destroying these dozens of hundreds of biochemical cannon monsters, the enemy's firepower that Crocker Manor was subjected to could be greatly reduced in one fell swoop.
Cannon is the god of war, and this is also true for the advanced version of the army of aberrations.
Of course, if it's just taking out the enemy artillery, that's fine, but probably not enough.
The vast numbers of enemies remaining remain a formidable threat.
Then, although the horizontal bombing of the 2000 Wind Falcons did not have much accuracy, a total of more than [-] bombs was enough to form a round of carpet bombing on the battlefield in front of the Crocker Manor.
More importantly, the Legion of the Aberrations obviously did not have the experience and preparation to deal with the Air Force.Silly monsters who can't even lie down when being bombed.
Before that, the mighty enemy army, which brought them huge oppressive force, had long been in disarray.
Countless corpses lay lying on the way to attack Crocker Manor.
So far, Jason Morgan is fully confident that he can hold the entire estate.
At least, it would be no problem to guard until it gets dark tomorrow, and until the main force of the alliance army arrives.
Moreover, in this process, if necessary, the Alliance Air Force can do it again.
They emptied their ammo, went back to reload, and could come back again.This way back and forth is 1000 two to three hundred kilometers, and the real journey is nothing more than an hour.
It's just that the loading time is exaggerated, and the ground staff may scold me: I've loaded missiles and shells all day, and you can shoot them all in a few fucking minutes?
But in general, the problem is no longer a big one.
...
In fact, there is no need to even stick to the matter itself.
After such a wave by the Alliance Air Force Squadron, the aberrations themselves seemed to realize that they could not win.
The remaining aberration monsters receded like the tide and returned to the dense forest.
And here, three people wearing green academic uniforms are getting together.
"The alliance's air force is much stronger than imagined."
"However, if we hide in the dense forest, the power of the Alliance Air Force should be greatly reduced..."
"Indeed, but that's unrealistic. The president asked us to take the initiative to attack. The start of the plan will take time and require more people. There won't be a large number of people actively entering the dense forest. But if we have to face such air strikes all the time, Then there is no way to leave the jungle to take the initiative to fight."
"I have reported to the president that the society must develop anti-aircraft or even air force mutants as soon as possible, otherwise it will be impossible to fight."
"However, it is estimated that it will be difficult to achieve results quickly. In order to avoid orbital strikes, the town of Singer has been abandoned. The rear is looking for new hiding places, and the research institutions must be dispersed to avoid being caught in a pot. The defection of the president's teacher , the impact is too great."
"That's it, we can only stay dormant for a while."
"But what will the alliance do? They are going south with such a big fanfare..."
"They must have come to recover the entire Green Valley area, but the only thing they can recover are those plantations and gathering places. 80.00% of the area in the Green Valley area is still the virgin forest, which is our kingdom. Could it be that the army of the alliance , dare to take the initiative to enter the jungle?"
"If only that were the case."
...
"What? Want to take the initiative to enter the jungle to fight?"
Jason Morgan's eyes widened and he asked an incredible question.
"Yes." Perbov said with confidence: "I thought those mindless monsters would continue to besiege Crocker Manor for a while, so that I could annihilate part of the main force before entering the jungle, but unfortunately let them run away... ...However, it doesn't matter, we can still wipe out these monsters in the jungle."
"No... why?" Jason Morgan was puzzled.
(End of this chapter)