Abyss Train

Chapter 775 Mission ⑥: Who can’t turn?

Foreword:

attack! attack! attack!

— Erwin Rommel

"The psychic probe has found the target, and the onboard radar is giving me a signal - it's there."

Robert Downing Jr. said this and typed out a series of short phrases with the flight crew.

"BBHT → Bandit (hostile aircraft/ghost unit) → Break (sudden turn) → Hostile (enemy aircraft identification) → Tally (visual identification)"

At an altitude of 2 meters in the unknown airspace, multiple targets appeared in the onboard radar of Yinglong A. They were much larger than birds and were the elite troops stationed at the Maling Pass. These flying soldiers were all blood-endowed monsters, blessed with wings by the elixir.

The violent storm soaked the feathers of these biological weapons. They flew slowly and low, circling over the battlefield at a speed of 220 kilometers per hour - occasionally, when they could sense fire on the ground with the naked eye, an elite soldier would swoop down and launch an attack.

The moment the radar signal of the enemy flying object was identified, all the pilots of the Yinglong attack formation, their HMD hoods naturally marked the target serial number, relative speed and altitude coordinates, and naturally completed the allocation of the strike mission.

The Axe Mountains span more than 17 kilometers and seem to be vast and rich in resources, but with the support of the USS Fuxi aircraft carrier, the strike range of the JF- Xiaolong fighter is sufficient to cover the entire area.

The Yinglong formation spread out like a flower, like hunters with bayonets drawn, and began to seek advantages in height and speed - there was no entanglement link in aerial hunting, so this was not a battle of equal strength.

Compared with modern fighter planes, the flying ability of the blood-giving monster is as pathetic and ridiculous as humans using their legs to compete with cars.

Pulling up to an altitude of 800 meters and then diving towards the target from the sky, in Tang Ning's eyes, the relative speed of the prey seemed to be "still" - the fire control unit began to work, and the first thing to be unloaded was the Thunderbolt missile, followed by the roar of the machine gun.

Almost at the same time, the six JF-17 fighter jets each found their target. They were like dump trucks, and at the messy and noisy intersection, they each found the person who was destined to be sent to another world.

Missiles burst into fireballs in the air. There was almost no suspense as all twelve air-to-air attacks hit the target. The PL-15E, which was traveling at over four times the speed of sound, caught up with these large BOW biological weapons in just one second after ignition - the machine guns could only be regarded as celebratory fireworks, used to restrict the flight paths of these flesh and blood monsters.

Blood-red rain began to fall from the sky, and it fell lower and landed on the head of a monster that was fleeing in panic and flying low to save its life.

This blood-giving monster flapped its wings like a roc, and its golden feathers revealed an aristocratic temperament. It was also a powerful and influential descendant of a famous immortal cultivation family in Maling Township. But at this moment, it fled in panic, avoiding the thick tree trunks again and again, and hiding from the dragon's roar above its head.

When it heard the sound of a motorcycle engine coming from the woods, it immediately flew away, just wanting to find a way to survive in this hell on earth - it was scared to death, these "outside demons" were too scary and too powerful.

As the canyon checkpoint became farther and farther away, the ridge of Axe Mountain seemed to be right in front of us. It climbed a little higher, and rose up with the warm wind from the hills. Just as it was about to break out of the pass and gain freedom, it saw a huge shadow rushing towards it from the side of the cliff.

"Want to escape?!" Brother Jun hugged the golden eagle griffin's neck, held the big yellow chicken and flew over the dense forest. He stepped on the deserter's head with his sharp claws and blinded its eyes on the spot.

The Peng bird monster lost its eyesight, crashed into a tree and fell over. It was about to fall to the ground and be smashed into pieces, but it flapped its wings a few times to steady its body, climbed to a height of about 150 meters, and flew away in panic in another direction.

Oscar tightened the reins, and the griffin under his crotch raised its head and followed, scratching the huge trees with its claws and toes to gain leverage, flapping its wings and leaping into the air, relentlessly pursuing the defeated general - the moment they jumped out of the woods, a JF-17 fighter jet happened to fly over Jun Ge's head.

Steel and flesh were speeding in the same airspace, and while maintaining a high speed, Robert saw the friend-or-foe identification mark on Oscar's big wolf armor. The fighter plane playfully used the track lights to "double flash", signaling oncoming vehicles to speed up, and then gave up the prey - also to avoid accidental injuries.

Robert: "Yo! Air Troopers!"

Switching to the Fuxiqiao Building channel, Jun Ge's voice appeared in the aviation group: "Leave it to me!"

The Xiaolong suddenly accelerated and flew higher.

The Griffin Knight followed the terrain of the field and gradually caught up with the roc prey.

——He pulled out an LG-5 sniper grenade launcher from his carrying gear. This was the “light weapon” of the Blue Gold Wolf. Jun Ge maintained his aiming posture and drew his bow and shot the arrow in one go.

"Boom!——"

The body of the Peng bird fell on the main path in the field near the mountain wall, and turned into a bloody piece of meat, which kept rolling and broke into ten thousand pieces.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on! Hold on! Mom!" Oscar screamed in shock. The big yellow chicken was almost out of control - its feathers were wet and heavy, no better than these blood-feeding monsters!

It sprinted towards the main road at the slope at a speed of almost 180 kilometers per hour. The moment its claws touched the ground, it lost its balance and slid on the rocks, trying its best to maintain its balance.

Sparks were flying from the scratches of the sharp claws, and Oscar felt that he would be thrown out at any moment. This stupid bird's saddle could not save his life at all!

They first smashed the wooden fence of the sentry tower and rushed about 300 meters to the living area of ​​the garrison militia. Speeding motorcycles jumped up from the high ground on both sides of the valley entrance.

——These knights flew over Oscar’s head, still wondering why the air cavalry came to this place.

An explosion had just occurred in the machine gun tower of the bunker located in the middle of the cliff. The Big Frog combat platform driven by the 9527th Unit happened to fall from the top of the cliff more than 50 meters high all the way to the center of the explosion, and trampled to death two blood-feeding monsters on the spot. These were the two generals of Hill No. 13, who were killed by the combined efforts of blasting tubes and materialism.

The big frog raised its arm slightly, and its other hand was still beating the giant offspring on the Giant Tree Canyon platform. The seventh brother sitting in the cockpit saw it clearly, but failed to completely block Oscar's flight path.

She exclaimed, "Ouch, that was almost it!"

From behind came the roar of the 88 cannon and the radiating blood spurting out of the giant's offspring's brain.

  The golden eagle griffin slid all the way to the deeper part with its master, and was caught by the iron fist of the big frog. It wanted to fly again, but it flapped its wings in panic, but it kept losing balance and couldn't get any lift. Although its speed was slowing down, it was still not as fast as the car. The claws of this stupid bird had been worn flat!

Arriving at a deep, cold valley, close to an area about 120 meters below the ground, both sides of the canyon road were covered with ice spikes. The Half-Wolf Special Operations Team on sleds were keeping the same speed as Oscar.

"Hey! Fellow countryman!" Oscar shouted hoarsely, "Give me a hand! Help me!"

Brother Liu Zhicheng, the commander of the Canglang Regiment, was sweating profusely as he watched the out-of-control cavalry following him, seemingly gaining speed instead of slowing down. The six blue-gold wolves pulling the cart also had to distract themselves as they had to face the next machine gun sentry post. He couldn't spare a hand, and the accompanying soldiers were concentrating on lifting heavy shields, fearing any accidents might occur during the assault.

  Suddenly, a ball of broken bird meat flew out from the rock platform on the shoulder of the road and from the stronghold building. The White God Sword swung by General Crying flashed and killed the vicious beast completely. The turbulent flow of spiritual energy gave Oscar a little more strength, and he was farther away from the special operations team's sled. It seemed that his hope of survival was even slimmer!

Meteor: "What the hell just went over there?"

At the highest point of the canyon, the M270 had completed the launch procedure and flew over two clustered anti-tank submachine gun rockets.

——The two Grim Reapers dragged their flame tails and followed the special operations team's portable beacon all the way forward, rushing into the intricate checkpoint roads and flying to the second sentry rock wall.

The earth-shaking series of explosions stirred up thousands of layers of smoke and dust, and a huge wave like a sandstorm covered them. In the gray-yellow mud mist, a long wolf howl suddenly sounded.

Oscar has completely given up -

——This stupid bird just couldn't stop. After reaching the ice, where would this fatal slide take him? He didn't care at all. He just hoped that after his wife remarried, the children would still remember him as their old father. The machine gun fort fired dense fire, and the trajectory followed the fast-sliding griffin knight, but it was difficult to hit the target that swayed left and right like a snake.

Liu Zhicheng shouted: "This is an opportunity!"

A huge shadow emerged from the thick fog, and along with the rocket came the wolf mother who jumped down from the top of the mountain at the mouth of the valley. Ms. Van Cleef tapped lightly between the cliffs, and when she landed on the ice, she jumped forward with the sled team. She grabbed the griffin's neck, then bounced back and forth, and jumped back onto the cliff before hitting the sentry fortress.

Jun Ge felt the heat coming at him, shivering. He took a closer look and saw the infantry fighting vehicle and the wolf mother running on the top of the mountain, passing through highland outposts, smashing haystacks and trampling on military flags. [Materialism·Chadian Sahelanthropus] Just after the delivery, the mecha unit slid down from the top of the valley.

"Hey! You really called my mom over!"

The big yellow chicken kicked up its four legs, its head held in the wolf mother's mouth, unable to see anything. It panicked and began to peck at the wolf mother's tongue. Its body suddenly became lighter and it fell back to the ground - when its claws touched the rock, it immediately started to run wildly.

In the chaotic storm, Oscar took back control of the reins, and a blood-soaked knight rushed out from the flat forest on one side.

The man was wearing a butterfly coat and got a horse from somewhere. He jumped over the bushes and started to walk around the mountainside. Behind him were fifteen or sixteen burly howler monkey monsters - all of them were blood-donating units.

Oscar was wondering who this guy was.

When he got closer, he saw the V-shaped helmet in the blood and realized that this man was the gunsmith!

  As for why he had to get so close? Because the gunsmith was coming for him! He was accompanied by 15 or 16 elite soldiers!

"Fly, fly, fly! Fly, fly! Take off!"

There was panic in the big yellow chicken's eyes. It flapped its wings so hard that it lost its rhythm. It rushed down the slope for about 200 meters but was unable to fly. It saw that the group of burly and fast-moving monkey monsters behind it were about to catch up!

"Brother Jun! Help me lead them away!" the gunsmith shouted.

Jun Ge: "How can I have such ability?"

Gunsmith: "I'm out of ammo!"

Jun Ge: "Can you say something nice?!"

Gunsmith: "Find a way to get the weapon to me!"

Jun Ge: "Run slower!"

Gunsmith: “This is already the slowest!”

The field company's pathfinder vehicle watched from the edge of the woodland, watching the birds and horses cross the rift in the mountain stream and gallop down the mountain with more than a dozen strong monsters behind them.

"Combat Situation Center, the gunsmith is in trouble."

The horse felt better after stepping onto the muddy mountain road. It regained its usual running rhythm. It gasped and began to cry. It was on the verge of dying from exhaustion.

——The gunsmith had no pity for this temporarily borrowed "comrade-in-arms". The monsters chasing him relentlessly were all very strong. The arm span of these howler monkeys was more than 230 centimeters, and they could crawl and run at a speed of more than 60 kilometers per hour using their hands and feet.

They attach great importance to their tribe and are very vengeful - the gunsmith killed more than 20 monkeys, and the monkey king led the elite young men of the tribe to chase him out, and did not care about the monkey tree outpost at the Maling Checkpoint at all. It should be a monster raised by Judas to guard the door.

"You're too fast! I can't keep up with you!" Oscar shouted.

Gunsmith: "Go to the direction of the battle center!"

The moment they returned to the wilderness, the golden eagle griffin caught up with the gunsmith's horse.

Oscar finally recovered from his near-death state. He felt a little proud as he watched the gunsmith fall behind little by little.

"Running on mountain roads? What's the point of going fast on the curves! Going fast on a straight line is the real fast. Who doesn't know how to go on a curve? Don't you agree?"

The gunsmith's mount was already at the end of its strength and could not run at all - he did not reply, but took off his helmet and looked in the direction of the battle center. A familiar roar came from the mountains and forests.

Pull the reins to change direction and run about 170 meters towards the staggered terraces. It's at this bend!

He grabbed the saddle of the yellow chicken and pulled Jun Ge with brute force, and fell into the mud puddle and into the soft rice field.

They rolled out five or six meters and were cushioned by the mud. The horse finally died, having rolled into the terraced field and broken its spine, and lay dead in the mud.

A dozen huge shadows jumped over my head - these howler monkeys were unable to stop, and when they saw the pit coming, they tried to go to the woods on the mountain road below the terraced fields, hung on to the tree trunks, and spun around before falling to the ground at a rapid speed.

At this moment, the gunsmith pulled out the grenade sniper gun from Jun Ge's carrying gear and fired only one shot -

——A large truck rushed out of the forest, breaking the tree trunks with amazing potential energy.

Its headlights suddenly lit up, like a rapidly running electric saw, shoveling away the mud and clearing the bushes along the way. The front shovel was like the steel teeth of a vicious beast, knocking out pieces of red Morpho butterflies.

The Monkey King had barely had time to get down to the ground before he slid halfway down the tree trunk and was rolled into the tire of a dump truck, turning into a pool of meat paste.

The monkeys were driven to the other side of the woods by the truck. The moment they escaped from the woods, the gunfire from the JF-17 fighter jets happened to come together with the wind and rain, creating a red glow and warm mist.

The gunsmith threw away his helmet, took off his butterfly clothes, slid along the terrace to the side of the truck, took the gun handed to him by the driver's seat, and fired bullets at the broken limbs and arms on the ground to prevent resurrection.

He took off his armor, opened the truck bed, and said to his partner in the driver's seat:

"——You arrived just in time."

Thumb Brother took off his driver's hat and replied with a smile: "Of course! Leader!"

After restocking his guns and putting on a new set of armor, Death took a breath and prepared to return to the battlefield.

Oscar stared at the divine suit and asked resentfully, "Where's mine? Where's mine?"

The gunsmith pointed to the truck bed—

"——You can withdraw now, Brother Wolf."