Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

The lead fighter jet spoke into the communicator.

"Destroyer Ship No. 4, nothing found!"

The pilot on the other side shouted:

"Butcher Number Four, you go after them from behind, I'll go check the situation from the front."

Pilot number 3 immediately took control of his fighter jet and began to fly towards the ground.

That sword strike was incredibly fast.

In such thick smoke and dust, you have to get very close to see the other side.

In Yue Zhong's eyes, nothing could pose a threat to him.

So the driver wasn't worried.

Although the two were only a few dozen meters apart, this time, he could no longer be hurt.

Only when the number reaches a certain level is it possible to hit the fighter jet.

The materials used in the fighter jets are extremely sturdy, capable of withstanding even bullets.

Therefore, fighter jets are able to occupy a place in war.

Unless they have fighter jets, they don't need to worry about anything at all.

"Yes." Ye Futian nodded.

The fighter jet behind it was also gradually descending.

To prevent the Independent Legion from doing the opposite, they decided to retreat from the rear.

"Not here! There's nothing here! Where is everyone?"

The pilot of mech number 3, with his exceptional eyesight, wanted to see clearly what was happening below.

However, under their artillery fire, the scene was one of utter devastation.

There wasn't a single member of the Independent Regiment.

He was completely baffled and had no idea where the person had gone.

The fire was still burning, and thick white smoke continued to billow out.

This made it even more difficult for him to catch the other party.

Whoosh!

Just then, a strange sound suddenly came from within the mist.

Pilot number 3 instinctively turned his head and looked in that direction.

Immediately afterward, his face turned pale, and he panicked.

A huge bomb was falling right at him.

He was completely confused.

How did the enemy throw the bombs through the thick smoke, and where did they come from?

In an instant, many questions flashed through his mind.

However, his body instinctively controlled the fighter jet, causing it to dodge to the side.

But it was too late.

He had already reached a height of over two hundred meters.

The moment he saw the missile, he knew it was going to hit him.

boom!

Each missile exploded with a deafening roar the instant it struck the fighter jet.

Such overwhelming power caught the third pilot completely off guard, and he was instantly killed.

The helicopter lost control and plummeted at an extremely high speed.

A burst of flame erupted, and the sturdy fuselage was utterly unable to withstand the missile's bombardment.

No fighter jet could survive such an attack unscathed.

Even Ye Bai never appeared back then, let alone under these circumstances.

As expected, Ye Bai smashed the fighter jet down with a single punch.

They fell into the white smoke without anyone noticing.

“…One!” a voice rang out.

Ye Bai stared at the still-smoking gun barrel, his expression unchanged.

Because he knew very well that behind that giant serpent was a Star Destroyer.

However, he also knew that he had to resolve these two problems as soon as possible.

Only in this way can they have a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, with the planes in the air and the Japanese on the ground, they wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Even special forces personnel would not be able to achieve any miracles in such an environment.

However, as long as we can shoot down that fighter jet, there will still be a chance.

Ye Bai's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

His eyes were fixed on the sky, and his ears twitched, quickly catching the movement of the fighter jet.

When your vision is obstructed, using your hearing to determine the distance between yourself and the other person is also a good method.

However, if you want to see the target with your own eyes, then you have to look at the target fork.

Ye Bai's sharp, eagle-like eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

Even that cloud of white mist only had a slight impact on him; he could still see the scene in the sky through it.

Chapter 422: The terror of death. At the same time...

"Pilot No. 3, have you made any discoveries?"

Pilot No. 4 took control of the fighter jet and chased after them, but failed to catch up. He could only take out his walkie-talkie to contact the other side.

However, the reply from the other side was like a stone thrown into the ocean, receiving no response whatsoever.

There is no information about Sakura.

There was silence on the microphone.

Pilot No. 4 didn't pay much attention at first, but when he called out once and received no response, his heart sank and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Pilot number three, I'm here."

"Pilot number three, I'm here."

"Pilot number three, I'm here."

"........."

He kept shouting into the walkie-talkie, but there was no response from the other end.

This made him feel uneasy; under such circumstances, they were very likely to be killed.

Otherwise, they had always been in contact, so why would they suddenly cut off contact?

What puzzled him most was that this was a fighter jet!

The only way is to land in a fighter jet.

But no one would be foolish enough to do that.

Pilot No. 4 immediately accelerated and flew forward to see what had happened.

Moreover, it was still emitting blue smoke.

The white mist obscured the view inside.

It was very quiet here, with only the sound of engines constantly ringing out.

But the more he did this, the faster his heart beat.

It felt as if some danger was lurking beneath the earth, filling one with immense fear.

The same goes for the driver.

Whoosh!

The instant he passed through the area, a heavy artillery piece was already aimed precisely at his destination.

It slammed hard into the fighter jet.

The fighter jet jolted violently, the immense force causing him to lose control of it.

"what happened?"

Archer's Sharp Sword