Alien Arms Empire.

In front of Wang Hai, on both sides of the front sight of the sight, the Dahua 1 fighter jet was shaking back and forth non-stop.

In front of him, the altimeter was spinning rapidly, and his altitude had dropped from 5000 to less than 3000.

When the opponent appeared near the front sight again, Wang Hai pressed the fire switch, waiting for the plane to return to his trajectory again.

Sure enough, after he waited patiently for a while, the enemy plane began to approach the sight of the sight rapidly again.

Wang Hai didn't hesitate, he seized this opportunity, pulled the trigger shortly, and watched the light drawn by a tracer bullet pass through the enemy plane that happened to fly back to the front sight.

The second ray of light also penetrated the wing of the Dahua fighter, leaving a hole in it.

The Dahua fighter jet that was hit trembled a few times, dragged a long black smoke and began to lower its altitude. Wang Hai controlled the plane and flew to the side of the plane. He saw the other pilot opened his cockpit hatch, then struggled to climb out of the crashing plane.

The other party stretched his body and escaped from the plane with the help of the airflow. The plane no longer had the canopy, and was still glowing with flames. The plane that was drawing thick smoke began to lose control and fell downwards even more rapidly.

Then Wang Hai saw an unfolded white parachute. The enemy pilot opened his own parachute and fell to the ground little by little with the wind.

Wang Hai controlled his fighter plane and began to climb, and he stopped looking at the enemy pilot who was shot down by him.

He could still hear the excited shouts of his wingman from his earphones. The other party had also shot down an enemy plane and was in a fierce circle with another enemy plane.

Wang Hai, who also settled his opponent, did not hesitate, and controlled his fighter to rush towards the two chasing planes in the distance.

The one behind was the enemy plane, because the wingman was calling Wang Hai non-stop on the radio channel, hoping that Wang Hai could help him get rid of the enemy behind him that was biting him tightly.

"Don't worry! I'm coming! Sway! Sway! Don't be killed by him!" Wang Hai shouted to his wingman as he accelerated.

"I'm getting rid of it! Not enough speed!" The wingman was a little nervous, but he still had the ability to answer calls, which proved that he was in good condition.

"Steady! I'm coming! Pull to Zola! I'll cut in and fire!" Wang Hai, who found a shortcut, gave orders to his wingmen.

The wingman had obviously seen Wang Hai, and immediately shouted excitedly: "I see you! I see you! Go left! Go left! I'm flying over!"

In Wang Hai's eyes, the wingman's butcher fighter was turning rapidly, rushing towards his direction.

The enemy plane was biting the wingman and was also circling to the left. The two planes were very close. It seemed that the situation of the wingman was indeed very dangerous.

"Turn! Turn!" Wang Hai pressed his wingman with his scope, and then reminded him loudly.

The opponent began to deflect to the right, and suddenly turned around, revealing the Dahua fighter jet chasing behind him.

Without hesitation, Wang Hai opened fire immediately, firing a row of ammunition head-on, which just hit the nose of the Dahua 1 fighter jet.

The opponent's engine spewed out a cloud of black smoke, and then burst into flames. Wang Hai staggered his nose, and did not see the pilot jumping out of the burning enemy plane.

After he circled around, he looked at the ground under his feet again. He saw the burning flame and the black smoke drawn by the flame.

"I didn't see the pilot parachuting! Did you see it?" Wang Hai retracted his gaze and asked his wingman pilot.

"I didn't see it, I just saw him on fire..." the pilot of the wingman replied after a few seconds of silence.

"Go back! I hope there are bombers left to fight." Wang Hai glanced at the altimeter in front of him and said to his wingman.

"Understood! I'll follow you." The wingman followed up and flew to a position behind Wang Hai's side.They had just shot down five enemy planes together, which is definitely a big victory.

"Pay attention to the fuel stock!" Wang Hai reminded again when he saw that his altitude had returned to 4000 meters.

"Half left." The wingman gave a relatively accurate value: "It should be enough!"

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On the other side, in the chaotic sky, the pilots of the Dahua bomber finally saw someone gesturing to retreat.

This was the gesture they had been waiting for for a long time, because everyone knew that it was impossible for them to break through the Tang Army's fighter jet defense line and reach the sky over the target to be bombed.

More than 20 Tang Jun's butcher fighter jets rushed into the battlefield, and their arrival became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Dahua bombers, which began to lose their fighter escorts, suffered heavy losses. Every moment, planes were shot down and crashed. The sky was full of lights drawn by tracer bullets, and there were frightening flames everywhere.

It is not uncommon to see the body of a huge bomber disintegrating in the air, and the number of machine gunners and pilots who drifted away with the collapse of the plane was so large that the survivors began to feel numb.

At the beginning, because there were too many bombers and poor communication, many pilots didn't know how much they had lost.

But as time went by, there were more and more enemy planes, but the bombers of the Dahua Empire became less and less.There were more than half before, but now there are less than one-third left.

Although there are still hundreds of bombers, the pilots and machine gunners on these bombers no longer have the belief to fight, or they no longer have the capital to fight.

On the Dahua bomber that was lucky enough not to be shot down, the machine gunner grabbed a drum from under a row of bullet holes punched out by friendly forces, and shouted to the pilot in front: "This is the last bullet!" Drum! I'm out of ammo!"

"Let you save it... save it..." the pilot cursed desperately, and steered the plane without looking back: "We are starting to return. If we are lucky, we may be able to go back!"

They had just been ordered to drop all the bombs they carried, which reduced the weight, and they were much faster than when they came.

If they follow this speed, they may really have a chance to get rid of the Tang Army fighter jets chasing them, and have a chance to fly back to Jiange.

Such an opportunity made everyone on the plane breathe a sigh of relief, after all, they didn't want to die here.

"Be careful!" While they were talking, the machine gunner saw a Tang Jun's butcher fighter rushing over. A tracer bullet hit the wing of the bomber, and the canvas skin was torn apart. The hole, the rags around the hole were shaken by the wind.

"Damn it! The support isn't broken, right? Look! Look!" The pilot who obviously felt that his plane was not easy to control yelled nervously.

The machine gunner also turned pale with fright. After all, he is a cannon fodder who doesn't even have a parachute. If the plane crashes, he is the most unlucky one...or that group of people.

So he quickly took a closer look at the punctured wing, and saw that a steel wire seemed to have been interrupted, and several supports that had lost their restraint were shaking slightly in the wind.

But the problem is not too big, at least they are not broken, and the skin on the wings is not seriously damaged.

In addition, they have lost the bombs mounted below and reduced the weight of the aircraft, so overall, there is still a lot of lift.

"A steel wire is broken! But it's not a big problem!" The machine gunner shouted loudly: "You hold the plane! Don't let us fall!"

Just kidding, he's the most nervous person right now?If you were riding a roller coaster and suddenly saw a support on the track in front of you broke, how would you feel?Or when you are waiting to fly on the jumping machine, you find that two screws have fallen from your seat. How would you feel?
Now they are in the sky at 3000 meters!This place is much more dangerous and exciting than a roller coaster or a jumping machine!

"You think I want to fall? Shut up! If you call me again, I will throw you down." The pilot was also very nervous, and his voice trembled when he shouted.

If it was possible, he didn't want to choose to hand over his life to the seemingly unsafe parachute on his back.

"Damn it, shut up!" Without hearing the answer from the machine gunner behind him, the pilot emphasized again: "I still want to go back!"

"Maybe... I can't go back." The machine gunner's voice came from behind him.The pilot was startled, then turned his head suddenly, and looked in the direction of the machine gunner's gaze, and saw 16 more Butcher fighters appearing under the clouds.

"Damn it, how many fighter jets do they have?" the pilot muttered dumbfounded.

And above their heads, Wang Hai and his wingmen, who just flew back, started a new round of dives. This time, there were no Dahua fighters to interfere with their attack.

They calmly aimed their fighter jets at the defeated Dahua bomber at their feet, and quickly closed the distance.

Then fire quickly at a reasonably assured distance, smashing his own target to pieces.The damage effect of the machine gun on the wooden fuselage is so good that it only takes a short shot to tear the huge bomber fuselage to pieces.

Accompanied by the sound of dense machine guns, one Dahua bomber after another began to fall, began to disintegrate and shatter, and began to explode and catch fire.

On the Tang army's anti-aircraft artillery position outside the southern oil field, an officer frowned and looked at the sky... He and his anti-aircraft artillery unit have been waiting here for a whole noon, and he didn't even wait for an enemy plane...