Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1872 1873 Air Warriors
The once busy runway at the Dorne Capital Airport is now in ruins. The huge craters left by the two bombs are still emitting black smoke, and the charred marks are like hideous wounds, spreading across the runway. The indicator lights on the edge of the runway are also twisted and crooked, and some are even blown to pieces and scattered all over the ground. The Tang army's planes bombed this place, leaving behind a devastated scene. The once smooth concrete road surface is now covered with cracks and shrapnel, as if silently telling the cruelty of war.

Two brand new jet airliners were parked alone at the end of the runway. They were supposed to fly in the blue sky, carrying passengers to all parts of the world, but now they could only sit there quietly, becoming silent witnesses of the war. The take-off site had been bombed, and they had lost their freedom to fly. They could only helplessly wait for the end of the war and the arrival of peace.

In the military area beside the airport, in the control tower, the atmosphere was heavy and depressing. A young pilot, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes, was arguing fiercely with his comrades.

"No matter what! I want to prove that we Dornes are not all cowards!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, with a determination to face death.

"Are you crazy?" His wingman, a brother who had been through life and death with him, anxiously advised: "Do you know how high the Tang Empire's planes can fly? Do you know how fast they can fly? The performance of their fighter planes is far superior to ours. If you take off now, it will be like hitting a rock with an egg. You are going to die!"

He tried hard to persuade his lead pilot to give up this terrible idea, because he knew that this was a battle with no chance of winning. How many planes never came back after taking off, and how many pilots became fireworks in the sky without even the chance to parachute?
"Yes! There is no point in going to die." Other pilots also spoke up to persuade him. They did not want to see their companions die in vain. They understood how insignificant a person's courage was in front of a powerful enemy. Going to die would not change the outcome of the war, but would only increase casualties.

"Don't try to persuade me," the young pilot shook his head firmly, his eyes flashing with determination, "I want to let them know that there are still warriors in Dorne who dare to fight!" The blood in his heart was boiling, and he was eager to prove the courage of the Dornish people with his actions, even at the cost of his life.

"I graduated from the Tang Empire Flying School. Believe me, brother..." a pilot who had studied abroad in the Western Continent advised earnestly.

"None of that matters! Merit, life and death, future, none of that matters now! I'm going to fight, I'm going to fly my fighter plane into the air and fight! From the moment I put on this flight suit and this helmet, this is the meaning of my existence, this is the meaning of my becoming a Dorne fighter pilot!" The young pilot's tone was firm and unquestionable. He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"What if I don't approve your takeoff application?" The commander's voice was low and majestic, with a hint of helplessness and admonition. He knew the determination of the young pilot, but also understood the cruel reality of this battle.

"Sir! I beg you! Please approve my take-off application! It would be fine if those cowardly guys on the ground surrendered. They gave up resistance, lost their dignity, and betrayed their country! But our Air Force cannot surrender too! We cannot give in to the invaders! We still have the will to fight, and we still have the determination to defend our country!" The young pilot's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were full of expectation and pleading.

"The vanguard of the Tang army will arrive here soon and they will control the entire airport. What we need to do now is to wait here honestly and wait for His Majesty the Emperor to announce the order of surrender, rather than die in vain. We just need to wait here and wait for the next instructions from our superiors." The commander tried to use reason to convince the young pilot to give up this dangerous idea.

"No! I can't wait! I can't watch the enemy occupy our land and trample on our dignity! I will fight! For this country, for the pride of our Air Force, for the glory of Dorne, I will fight! I want the whole world to see that even in such a desperate situation, Dorne's Air Force is still fighting, fighting until the last moment!" The young pilot's voice became louder and louder, and he became more and more excited. His chest heaved violently, as if he was about to gush out a cavity full of blood.

"Son, no one will see this meaningless sacrifice, no one will know your bravery, and your contribution will only become a cold number, a name that no one knows." The commander's tone was full of helplessness and regret. He understood the young pilot's patriotic enthusiasm, but he also understood the cruel reality of this battle. This was a battle with no chance of winning, a charge that was doomed to fail.

"Even if no one will see, even if no one knows my name, I will go! Even if it's just to let our opponents know that we still have the spirit of resistance and the unyielding will, I will go! I will never surrender! I will never give up! I will fight to the end!" The young pilot's eyes were full of firmness and determination. He had made his own choice, a choice without regrets, a heroic choice.

"That's enough!" The commander waved his hand suddenly, interrupting the young pilot's impassioned speech, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his tone, "If you insist on going, then go ahead."

He paused, his tone becoming serious: “But you have to understand that we no longer have any premium aviation fuel reserves at the airport.”

It was Ou who said this, his brows knitted, a trace of pain in his eyes, "The fuel supply was cut off a few days ago."

The young pilot was stunned. He didn't seem to expect this to happen. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

"That is to say..." The young pilot's voice trembled. He looked at the commander in disbelief, hoping to get a negative answer: "The Sabre fighter has no way to take off?"

"Yes." The commander nodded heavily. "Our two best modified Sabre fighters need high-grade aviation fuel to operate properly, and now we are..."

He spread his hands helplessly, "There's nothing left."

"Then...what about the 262 fighter?" The young pilot's voice became smaller and smaller, and his last hope gradually faded.

"The 262 fighter planes can't take off either." The ground crew commander was standing nearby. He took over the conversation, his tone full of helplessness and apology: "The spare parts have been used up a long time ago."

He spread his hands, looking helpless. "You know, it's not us ground staff who are making things difficult for you. The failure rate of that thing has always been very high, and now it's even more..."

"Alas..." The young pilot sighed deeply. He knew that the ground commander was telling the truth. The 262 fighters have always been famous for their high failure rate. In the absence of spare parts, it is simply a fantasy to want them to take off and fight.

"The war has hollowed out this country," the ground crew commander's tone became low and sad. "Now many factories can no longer continue production. Those planes with extremely high failure rates have long been paralyzed in bunkers because of the lack of spare parts. They have become a pile of scrap metal."

He shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness.

"I know, I know..." The young pilot's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes were full of pain and helplessness, but he still did not give up.

"Even if I have to fly a propeller fighter, I will take off and fight!" His tone was firm and resolute. He knew he had to fight. For the country, for the people, and for the glory of Dorne, he had to fight to the end! Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would never give up! The commander looked at the determined eyes of the young pilot, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He knew that this war had cost too many young lives, and the young man in front of him was about to embark on this dangerous road. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Let's think of a way..."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the bottom of his heart: "Look for it, if possible..."

He paused, as if trying to organize his words: "If possible, gather enough fuel for one takeoff..."

After the commander finished speaking, he glanced at everyone present, with a hint of helplessness: "Maybe... maybe he can be allowed to die... or in other words, complete his last flight..."

When the young pilot heard the commander's words, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He saluted excitedly and said loudly: "Thank you! Sir!"

The commander smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Don't thank me, this is your own choice."

The young pilot's tone was firm and resolute: "I will prove that Dorne's air force is made up of brave and fearless warriors!"

"You don't have to prove anything." The commander was silent for a moment, then turned to the ground crew commander and said, "Since he has made his choice, then..."

He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "It's useless anyway, just hang our new weapon on him!"

Dorne had been trying to imitate the "secret weapon" of the Tang Empire, and their Shenguang missile was actually a bold attempt. From the wreckage of the Tang army's air-to-air missile that did not explode, they discovered the secret of the combat missile. After such a long period of imitation, they finally rubbed out a few samples before the fall of the country.

Two infrared-seeking melee missiles... This is the secret weapon obtained by the Air Force of Dorne Capital Airport. They originally wanted to give the other side a surprise when the Tang Air Force arrived.

No one expected that... before they used these two air-to-air missiles, Dorn's resistance completely collapsed.

The ground crew commander was stunned for a moment, then reacted and saluted quickly, "Okay!"

A cold light flashed in the commander's eyes: "Give the Tang people a surprise... Let them also taste the missiles!"

"Yes! Sir! Thank you." The ground crew commander saluted again and turned around to make arrangements.

The ground crew began to get busy, and they scattered to every corner of the base, carefully searching for any possible remaining aviation fuel. Some climbed onto the top of the tanker to check if there was any residual oil at the bottom of the tank; some crawled into the wreckage of the abandoned aircraft to look for remaining fuel in the oil line; and some ran to the warehouse to look for oil drums that might have been missed.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the ground crew returned to the apron with the fuel they found. The amount of fuel was not much, some of which was only a few liters, but they carefully collected it and poured it into a clean container.

After several hours of hard work, they finally collected enough fuel for one takeoff. The fuel represented the hard work of the ground crew and their support for the young pilots.

The ground crew carefully poured the fuel into the F-86 Sabre fighter's fuel tank to ensure that every drop of fuel could be used by the aircraft. After refueling, they carefully checked the aircraft to ensure that all the aircraft systems were in the best condition.

As the last drop of fuel was injected into the tank, the F-86 Sabre fighter finally regained its vitality. It was quietly parked on the tarmac, waiting for the arrival of the young pilot, ready to fly to the battlefield with him to complete the final mission.

A few hours later, the lead-gray clouds hung low, making it suffocating. The shrill air defense sirens sounded again over the capital of Dorne. This time, only the lonely airport responded to this final warning.

On the tarmac, the F-86 Sabre fighter jet was like a dormant beast, its engine emitting a deafening roar and spewing out a scorching tail flame.

It glided forward slowly, gradually increasing in speed. At the end of the runway, the fuselage shook violently, and then rushed into the gloomy sky like an arrow.

The fighter plane drew a graceful arc in the air and continued to climb, trying to fly to the altitude where the Tang army fighter planes were.

The F-86 Sabre fighter was like an eagle trying to climb, trying its best to climb upwards, the engine roaring, but it could never reach the cruising altitude of the Tang Army bomber. The young pilot in the cockpit gritted his teeth, even though he could clearly feel that his aircraft was not so sensitive at the current altitude, he still refused to give up, trying again and again to break through the altitude limit.

However, the reality is cruel. This old fighter plane could not get close to the white swan soaring ten thousand meters in the sky.

"We can only help you up to this point... The radar... is interfered with... and we can't see anything. The news of the enemy aircraft invasion... came from... the ground observation station. I wish you... all the best..." In the headset, the ground guidance ended here. Due to the distance, only the noise of electromagnetic interference remained.