Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 1872 1873 Sky Warrior

The once busy runway at Dorne Capital Airport is now a mess. The huge craters left by the two bombs were still emitting black smoke, and the black marks spread like hideous wounds on the runway. The indicator lights on the edge of the runway were also twisted, and some were even blown to pieces and scattered on the ground. Tang Jun's planes bombed the place, leaving a devastated scene. The once smooth concrete pavement is now covered with cracks and shrapnel, as if silently telling the cruelty of war.

Two brand-new commercial jet airliners parked alone at the end of the runway. They were supposed to soar in the sky and carry passengers to various parts of the world, but now they can only park there quietly, becoming silent witnesses of the war. The take-off site has been blown up, and they have lost the freedom to fly. They can only wait helplessly for the end of this war and look forward to the arrival of peace.

In the military area next to the airport, in the command tower, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing. A young pilot, with eyes full of anger and unwillingness, was arguing fiercely with his colleagues.

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

"Are you crazy?" His wingman pilot, a brother who lived and died with him, anxiously persuaded: "Do you know how high the Tang Empire's planes can fly? Do you know how fast they can fly? Their The performance of fighter planes is far superior to ours. If you take off now, it is like hitting an egg with a stone, and 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 take off and never come back, how many pilots become fireworks blooming in the sky without even a chance to parachute?

"Yeah! There's no point in going to die." Other pilots also tried to persuade them. They didn't want to see their companions die in vain. They understand how insignificant personal courage is in the face of a powerful enemy. Death will not change the outcome of the war, but will only increase casualties.

"No need to persuade me," the young pilot shook his head firmly, his eyes flashing with determination, "I want them to know that Dorne still has warriors who dare to fight!" The blood in his heart was boiling, and he Eager to prove the courage of the Dornish people with his actions, even if it costs his life.

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

"Those are not important! Merits, life and death, future, these are not important now! I am going to fight, I am going to fly my fighter plane into the sky to fight! From the moment I put on this flight suit and this helmet Come on, this is the meaning of my existence, this is the meaning of my becoming a Dorn fighter pilot!" The young pilot's tone was decisive and unquestionable. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

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

"Sir! I'm begging you! Please approve my takeoff application! Forget it if those people on the ground who are afraid of life and death surrender. They have given up resistance, lost their dignity, and betrayed the country! But our Air Force cannot surrender too! We cannot surrender 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, and his eyes were full of expectation and pleading.

"The leading troops 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, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor's order to surrender, instead of dying in vain. We just need to wait here Just stay here and wait for the next instructions from your superiors." The commander tried to persuade the young pilot with reason 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 want to fight! For this country, for the pride of our air force, and for the glory of Dorne, I want to fight! I Let the whole world see that even in such a desperate situation, Dorne's air force was still fighting until the last moment!" The young pilot's voice became louder and more excited, and his chest heaved violently. , as if the blood in his heart was about to spurt out.

"Child, no one will see this meaningless sacrifice. No one will know your bravery. Your sacrifice will only become a cold number and a name that no one knows." The commander's tone was full of emotion. Helpless and regretful, 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, and a charge destined to fail.

"Even if no one will see it, even if no one knows my name, I will go! Even if it is just to let our opponents know that we still have the spirit of resistance and the unyielding will, I will go! I am determined to I won’t surrender! I will fight to the end!” The young pilot’s eyes were full of determination, and he had made his 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 exhaustion and helplessness in his tone, "If you insist on going, then go ahead."

He paused and his tone became serious: "But, you must understand that our airport no longer has high-grade aviation fuel reserves."

It was Ou who said this, with his brows furrowed and a hint of pain in his eyes, "The oil supply was cut off a few days ago."

The young pilot was stunned. He seemed not to have expected such a situation. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

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

"Yes." The commander nodded heavily: "The two best modified Saber fighters we have need high-grade aviation fuel to operate normally, and now we..."

He spread his hands helplessly, "There is nothing left."

"What about...the 262 fighter jet?" The young pilot's voice became smaller and smaller, and his last hope was gradually shattered.

"The 262 fighter jets can't take off anymore." The ground crew commander stood nearby. He took over, his tone full of helplessness and apology: "The parts have been used up a long time ago."

He spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face, "You know, it's not that our ground crew is 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 fighter jets have always been famous for their high failure rate. In the absence of parts, it was almost impossible to let them take off for combat. It's a fantasy.

"The war has hollowed out this country," the ground commander's tone became low, with a hint of sadness: "Nowadays, many factories have no way to continue production. Those aircraft with extremely high failure rates have no parts supply. It has long been paralyzed in the bunker and has become a veritable 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, and his eyes were full of pain and helplessness, but he still did not give up.

"Even if I am flying a propeller fighter, I will take off and fight!" His tone was firm and decisive. He knew that 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 is only a glimmer of hope, he will never give up! The commander looked at the young pilot's firm eyes and felt mixed emotions in his heart. He knew that this war had wiped out 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 was squeezed out from the bottom of his heart: "Look for it, if you can..."

He paused and seemed to be organizing his words: "If you can, gather the fuel for a takeoff..."

After the commander finished speaking, he glanced at everyone present with a hint of helplessness: "Maybe... maybe we can let him 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 excitedly saluted a military salute and said loudly: "Thank you! Sir!"

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

The young pilot's tone was firm and decisive: "I will prove that Dorne's air force is a brave and fearless warrior!"

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

He paused, took a deep breath, and said: "It's useless anyway, put our new weapons on him!"

Dorn has been trying to imitate the "secret weapon" of the Tang Empire, and their Shenguang missile is actually a bold attempt. From the remains of the Tang Army's unexploded air-to-air missiles, they discovered the secret of the combat missile. After such a long period of imitation, they finally produced a few samples before the country was destroyed.

Two infrared seeker combat bombs... This is the secret weapon obtained by the Dorne Capital Airport Air Force. They originally wanted to surprise the Tang Air Force when it arrived.

No one expected that Dorne's resistance would completely collapse before they used these two air-to-air missiles.

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 have a taste of missiles!"

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

The ground crew became busy. They dispersed to every corner of the base, carefully searching for any possible remaining aviation fuel. Some people climbed on the top of the tanker to check whether there was any residual oil at the bottom of the tank; some got into the abandoned aircraft wreckage to look for remaining fuel in the oil lines; others ran to the warehouse and rummaged for any oil drums that might have been left behind.

Time passed by, and the ground crew returned to the tarmac one after another with the found fuel. The amount of fuel was not large, some even only a few liters, but they collected them carefully and poured them into a clean container.

After several hours of hard work, they finally scraped together enough fuel for one takeoff. The fuel represents the hard work of ground crews and support for young pilots.

Ground crews carefully injected the fuel into the fuel tanks of the F-86 Saber fighter jets to ensure that every drop of fuel could be utilized by the aircraft. After refueling, they carefully inspected the aircraft to ensure that all systems of the aircraft were in optimal condition.

As the last drop of fuel was poured into the tank, the F-86 Saber fighter finally came back to life. It was parked quietly 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 leaden gray clouds hung low, making people breathless. The piercing air defense siren sounded again over the Dornish capital. This time, only this lonely airport responded to this final warning.

On the tarmac, the F-86 Saber fighter jet was like a dormant beast, its engine roaring deafeningly and spitting out scorching tail flames.

It slid forward slowly, gradually increasing speed. At the end of the runway, the fuselage shook violently, and then rushed into the hazy sky like an arrow from a string.

The fighter plane drew a beautiful arc in the air and continued to climb, trying to fly to the height of the Tang Army's fighter plane.

The F-86 Saber fighter was like a struggling eagle, climbing upwards with all its strength, its engines roaring, but it could never reach the cruising altitude of the Tang Army bombers. The young pilot in the cockpit gritted his teeth. Even though he could clearly feel that the response of his aircraft was no longer so sensitive at the current altitude, he still refused to give up and tried to break through the height limit again and again.

However, the reality is cruel. After all, this old fighter jet cannot get close to the white swan soaring in the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

"We can only help you get here...the radar...is interfered with and you can't see anything...the news about the invasion of enemy planes is...the ground observation station called...the news. I wish you...well..." In the earphones, the ground guide to At the end, because of the distance, only the noise of electromagnetic interference is left.