This Game Is Too Realistic

Night sky.

The flames of the machine guns continued to roar.

Although more than half of the casualties have been lost and the battle on the ground has ended, the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Flying Squadron has no intention of retreating.

Gritting his teeth and staring at the only five "Mosquitoes" left, Arcant's eyes flashed with flames of hatred, and he roared when he pressed the cannon.

"go to hell!!"

The task is no longer important.

There is only one thing he wants to do at this moment, and that is to send the pilot on the opposite side to hell!

He wants to avenge his dead comrades!

The plane he was locked on was doing a rolling maneuver in the air, and the orange tracer almost brushed against the cabin cover.

Looking at the enemy plane that was pulling up and turning, Arcant let out a tsk sound, raised the control column with force, pulled up the nose of the plane, and chased after him.

This cunning mosquito!

His index finger pressed on the intercom on his shoulder, and Akante shouted in a deep voice.

"Leave that shark-headed plane to me, and you can take care of the rest!"

Communication came in frequently.

"receive!"

Coincidentally, the guy he bit was actually called a mosquito.

The mosquito sitting in the cabin cursed, and quickly glanced at the "Eagle" that was chasing after him. He suddenly turned the left rudder while pulling up, and turned eighty degrees on the Z axis. Roll.

The huge gravity and speed tore at every cell in his body, making the originally dark night sky even more black.

But this moment was only a short moment.

He successfully completed an almost eighty-degree turn in the air and passed the plane chasing him diagonally from behind!

And there is no disintegration!

"...Damn it, give me a chance!"

Looking at the silhouettes passing quickly outside the cabin, the relieved mosquitoes kept their hearts beating wildly, seizing this hard-won opportunity and preparing to bite back.

This guy has two brushes!

But——

He's not just messing around either.

"There are 36 rounds left in the reserve...this is your chance!"

After a quick glance at the updated tasks on the VM screen, Mosquito stretched out his index finger to close the window, then turned on the onboard radio to shout.

"Attention all teammates! Our mission has been completed! The headquarters asked us to choose an opportunity to return based on the situation, but these annoying mosquitoes - bah, these flies obviously don't intend to let us leave!"

He grinned and grasped the joystick with both hands.

"What a coincidence, I happen to be not the kind of coward who runs away with his tail between his legs!"

"Follow me—"

"Destroy them!"

There was a mess of responses coming from the communication channel.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Come on!"

"Fight them!!!"

The tactical strategy changed from delaying time to "one for one", and the offensive of the alliance's aircraft suddenly became aggressive.

Akante felt a little bit troubled, but he was also a little lucky in his heart.

His fuel tank was running low, and he had less than fifty bullets left... This cat-and-mouse game was finally coming to an end.

However, at this moment, the voice of the ground command headquarters suddenly came over the communication frequency.

"...The Heart of Steel is moving due north. Your mission is over. Return to the frontline airport immediately before entering the range of the Heart of Steel!"

Heart of Steel? !

Akante was shocked.

Having participated in the Battle of the City of Plenty, he knew that guy's anti-air capabilities better than anyone else. The firepower net produced by a salvo could even form an airtight curtain wall in the air.

Looking at the small plane dodging in front of him, he gritted his teeth, replied "Roger," and then switched to the team channel.

"...Attention all units, the Heart of Steel is being transferred and deployed. We have the last five minutes and will return immediately in five minutes!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the clouds in the distance.

A three-engine transport plane suddenly broke into the battlefield.

At first Arcante thought he was mistaken.

After all, when fighter jets are fighting, how dare transport planes come up to join in the fun?

But he soon realized that he was right.

The plane that arrived was the Alliance's H-1 "Dragonfly", and like other Alliance aircraft, it had some gaudy and strange graphics printed on its fuselage.

Seeing that the plane was not carrying weapons, the Akante soldiers were not in a hurry to shoot it down. They just glanced at the airborne radar screen and then switched on the communication frequency.

"...Gelada-1, Gelada-2, you guys go and see what's going on with that plane."

Since it is a non-combatant force.

Maybe he can be captured.

With Arcant's "㵔" sound, the two "Eagles" immediately left the battlefield and moved towards the weird transport plane.

When he saw the plane, a look of surprise appeared on Mosquito's face.

What's going on?

The transport formation has already returned, why is it here again?

It would have been fine if the one that came was a gunship, but what happened was that it was a conventional model without weapons.

Mosquito subconsciously glanced at the VM tied to his legs. There was no mission for you, and there was no information about this aircraft.

Because of this transport plane that suddenly broke into the battlefield, both sides of the firefight were involuntarily hesitant.

Akante waited for his teammate's answer.

At this time, the voice of "Manticore-1" came from the communication frequency.

"...Captain, that plane is a little weird."

Akante was stunned for a moment, then asked Yu immediately.

"What did you see?"

After a brief pause, a reply from his teammates came over the communication frequency.

"There seems to be no one in the cockpit."

"No one?!" Arcant was stunned.

Could it be a drone? !

The alliance does have drones, but this is the first time he has seen this model.

The pilot continued to report.

"Yes...the main and co-pilot seats are empty. There seems to be something growing on the rudder. I can't see clearly from here. I need to get closer."

Akante is alert.

"be careful."

"receive!"

Two "Eagle"s flew on the left and right sides of the "Dragonfly" transport aircraft.

One of the Eagle fighter jets, codenamed "Manticore-1", approached the nose of the "Dragonfly", and its wingtips even almost touched the cockpit.

Changing the airborne radio station to a similar band, the pilot shouted to the "Dragonfly".

"This is the First Flight Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom. You have been hijacked by us. Please follow our guidance."

"If you refuse, you will be shot down."

There was a buzzing sound in the communication channel, but there was no response.

The pilot frowned.

The pitch-black cabin cover always made him feel a little uneasy.

Just when he was about to get closer, a ray of soft moonlight happened to pass through the clouds and shine on the dark hatch cover.

When he saw the situation inside, he was stunned.

Traces of scarlet filled the entire cab.

Not just the rudder——

The entire console was filled with an unknown block.

"Damn..." He couldn't help but curse.

What is this? !

Growing up in Oasis No. 2, he had never seen mutant slime mold, and only felt a hint of organic instinctive fear from the ferocious scarlet color.

He subconsciously tilted the rudder to the left, trying to stay away from this disgusting guy, but at this moment, a change suddenly occurred.

The cabin glass exploded into countless pieces in an instant, and two whip-like tentacles shot out like cannonballs, slamming towards the cockpit of him and another teammate.

"ah--!"

The severe pain made him cry out in pain.

He looked at the scarlet tentacles that penetrated his chest in horror, and at the countless tiny lines that drilled into his wounds and blood vessels like countless earthworms...

The body has lost control.

An electric numbness gripped every cell in his body.

At this moment, a long murmur like a siren came from the communication frequency, filling his ears and soaking into his soul.

"Uh-huh——"

The tentacles connecting the cabins were cut off by the roaring airflow.

The "Eagle" attached next to the "Dragonfly" deflected the fuselage, like a baby that had its umbilical cord cut and separated from its mother's body.

The whispering in the communication frequency still continues, like the whisper of a devil.

Amid those murmurs, the pilot, who was sitting blankly in the driver's seat, gradually lost his vitality, his head drooped, and he was completely unconscious no matter how much the captain shouted.

"...Zizzi..."

"...Manticore-1, what's going on over there! I saw a hole in your hatch! Report your situation immediately!"

"...Zizzi..."

The anomaly lasted for nearly half a minute.

The messy sounds continued to fill my ears.

The drooping head suddenly lifted up, and the pupils that had lost their vitality were now covered with bloodshot eyes and turned into a scarlet red.

He looked straight at the night sky due north.

The whispers in his ears gradually became clearer.

'Go and help him——'

'That's your father. ’

Father?

'Yes, he is in danger. ’

danger……

The scarlet pupils were stained with bloodthirsty, and the dry lips opened and closed, responding to the murmurings concisely and concisely.

"yes……"

The sudden change stunned everyone.

Whether it's the Alliance, or the pilots of the Falcon.

Staring at the two Eagles that suddenly took control in the distance, Arcante shouted loudly at the radio.

"Manticore - 1! Manticore - 2! If you hear me, please answer! If you are still alive, if you hear me, please answer - God! Damn it!"

He hung up the communication harshly, the anger burning in his eyes became even more intense.

Two more——

He didn't know what despicable means the Yu Alliance had used, but he only saw something that seemed to hit the two planes.

Maybe the driver pulled out an automatic rifle or something.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore.

That guy refused their well-meaning persuasion to surrender!

There is only one thing Arcante wants to do at this moment, and that is revenge!

"Shoot it down! Shoot that transport plane down for me!"

An angry reply came from the communication frequency.

"yes!"

An "Eagle" fighter jet gave up the "Mosquito" that was already smoking black smoke, and rushed straight towards the transport plane.

"Go to hell!"

The pilot in the cockpit angrily pressed the fire button, and the cannon at the front of the fuselage immediately sprayed out raging tongues of flame.

The tracer hit the left wing of the transport plane, black smoke emitted from the engine on the wing, and the plane began to slow down and slide downward.

The "Eagle" slowed down, preparing to give the engine next to it a shot.

But at this moment, another change occurred.

The previously controlled "Manticore-2" suddenly pulled up its nose, made an incredible 80-degree roll in the air, and pointed its nose at the stunned teammates.

It’s too late to hurry up——

A moment of hesitation prevented him from pressing the fire button.

However, his "teammates" didn't hesitate at all.

Almost at the moment when the noses of the planes met, thick and long tongues of flame spurted out from the front of the propeller.

"Porphyrin-!"

Amidst the roar of the cannon, the "Eagle" chasing the "Dragonfly" was instantly blown away with its propeller, cockpit and fuel tank, and in a moment it turned into a burning fireball in the air.

Not even a chance to skydive...

Arcant stared at the flames in stunned silence, and then at the "Manticore-2" that suddenly opened fire on friendly forces.

He couldn't understand.

What happened?

The mosquito bitten by him was also shocked, and stared dumbfounded at the "little fly" that suddenly turned its gun and hit the friendly troops.

What surprised him wasn't the guy's sudden rebellion.

But the 180-degree sharp turn just now——

"Holy shit! Immelman's maneuver?!"

The two "Eagles" parted ways, one galloping towards the north, and the other heading straight towards the chaotic battlefield.

Just when Mosquito was stunned, the shouts of his teammates came over the communication frequency.

Guigui: "Boss, do you want to shoot it down?"

Mosquitoes scurry.

"Don't mess with him yet! The enemy of our enemy is our friend!"

Guigui: "But he is firing at me!!!"

Mosquito was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to realize something. He had an idea and called out to you.

"You sacrifice yourself and rush into the enemy fleet!"

Guigui: "???"

Although he was surprised that the commander of the regiment was not a good person, the little player named Guigui subconsciously turned the rudder, and while doing roller maneuvers to avoid the incoming cannons, he rushed into the hinterland of the enemy aircraft group, and was close to the clouds. He got into it instantly.

The "Eagle" that attacked without distinguishing between friend and foe brought great trouble to the Falcon Kingdom's flight formation.

Since the sky was pitch dark, the serial number could not be seen clearly. This aircraft, which had almost the same shape and paint as theirs, was difficult to identify at all.

Especially when more than three "Eagle"s bite each other, it is impossible to tell which one is the traitor.

Unless we distance ourselves and regroup...

Arcant's palms were sweating, and his eyes were darting around nervously, scanning the surrounding planes that were jumping up and down and firing.

Everyone looks like a kid to him now.

Thinking of the Heart of Steel that was advancing north, Arcante gritted his teeth and took one last look at the mosquito that had slipped away from his cannon.

"Consider you lucky..."

Squeezing out these words through his teeth, he reached out and pressed the intercom hanging on his shoulder.

"retreat!"

After dropping two smoking planes again, the Falcon Kingdom's flight formation began to return towards the frontline airport. As for the "㳒-controlled" Eagle, it did not choose to pursue it, but headed towards the transport aircraft that was sliding to the ground. I chased him.

Mosquito counted the planes on the opposite side and found that there were about fourteen planes left in sight, while only the last two were left on his side.

This battle-loss ratio is so touching.

Panting heavily, Guigui asked Yu over the communication channel.

"Boss...do you want to chase me?"

Mosquito pulled the trigger on the joystick, but there was no movement at all except the clicking friction. The only bullets left in the magazine had been empty in the previous dog fight.

The outcome can only be left to next time.

"You are lucky..."

Even if he puts a pistol in the cockpit, these guys won't be able to escape.

After spitting in the direction of the enemy plane's retreat, Mosquito raised his arm and wiped his mouth, shouting in the communication frequency.

"Attention all units! The enemy plane fled with its tail between its legs! Victory is ours!"

"The Yi family!"

The muzzle velocity of this machine gun still suffers a bit.

Wait for it to change.

"Ouch!!" Afraid of embarrassment to the corps leader, Guigui, who was slumped in his seat, unbuttoned his pilot's hat and weakly cooperated.

No way.

Everyone died.

They were the only ones left in the entire team. If she didn't speak, no one would speak...

…

The winner on the ground and in the sky has been decided, but the battle between "Ling Yun" and "Saber" is not over yet.

The engine's tail flames flickered in the air, like meteors twining in parallel, and each flicker of the flames produced a deadly trail of light.

The two jets competed for the fleeting shooting window, fighting at the very beginning with a relative displacement of nearly two kilometers per second.

"Damn...the dog plot is targeting me again!"

Looking at the "flame" that was chasing after him, Luo Yu gritted his teeth and glanced at the fuel level indicator, which had almost fallen below the warning line.

They fought all the way from the northern part of Oasis No. 3 to the Golden Lizard Kingdom, the southernmost part of Oasis No. 8. This location was not only beyond the communication range, but even beyond his combat radius.

However, the issue he was considering at this moment was no longer whether he could return home smoothly.

As long as the only "Sabre" deployed in the Luoxia Province can be eliminated, the alliance will hope to completely win the air rights of the Luoxia Province!

Although the chances are slim, it is not impossible for you to win.

Cutting to the rear hemisphere of the enemy aircraft, Luo Yu calmly pressed the fire button as he watched the enemy aircraft quickly approach the sight mark.

The cannon spit out tongues of fire.

Along with a slight tremor, a string of flashing tracers rushed towards the "Saber".

He was about to turn the plane into a piece of scrap metal, but he missed it just a little bit and was dodged sideways.

"Blank!"

Cursing in a low voice, Luo Yu's brows twitched fiercely, and he turned the rudder and turned the nose of the aircraft, looking for the next shooting window.

However, the "Saber" seemed to have a premonition of what he was going to do, and with its high maneuverability, it flexibly cut into his rear hemisphere, and fired a series of cannon fire in response to the round of strafing just now.

He almost instinctively made an evasive maneuver. Looking at the tracers passing by him, Luo Yu felt a cold sweat on his back.

As the opponent gradually adapted to his tactics, he finally began to feel a little bit of difficulty.

To be honest, he was never very good at dog fighting at extreme distances.

In reality, the air forces of various countries have already evolved to the stage of "beyond visual range combat" in the confrontation between spears and shields, and it is "almost impossible" to engage in dogfights at supersonic speeds. After all, the speed of machine guns is generally too low. Just Mach 2.8~5. If you move farther away, the bullet might not be as fast as the plane.

Unless it's the most extreme case.

For example, the scale of the war has expanded to a global scale, and the industrial chains of various countries have been severely affected by bombings, mobilizations, etc., and the supply of high-precision weapons cannot be stable, and it is better to use large quantities and manage enough...

At that point, let alone a supersonic fighter, the infantry might even have to fight with bayonets.

Therefore, machine gun shooting at air targets only accounts for a small part of all training subjects, and is only designed to deal with the most extreme situations.

If it weren't for "Wasteland Online", he wouldn't really be able to practice this thing particularly well.

Luo Yu could clearly feel that the opponent's tactical experience and flying skills were not very outstanding, but he was extremely proficient in the operation of the cannon.

not only that.

That person is probably awakened like me, and the direction of strengthening is probably the reflex nerves and optic nerves, and the "level" is probably not lower than myself!

To win this battle, he must use every bullet and even every liter of fuel carefully...

With the restless blood in his veins, Luo Yu re-conceived his battle ideas in his mind.

The scissor maneuver has been learned by the opponent.

There is a trick that this grandson probably hasn’t seen yet...

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the Saber clenched on the left rear and placed his hand on the throttle.

Just when he was about to take a surprise, a black dot suddenly appeared in the airspace directly in front of him.

Falcon?

Luo Yu's face changed slightly.

Although a propeller plane is as slow as a turtle in front of a jet, the cannon hanging behind the propeller is not a decoration.

Even if you can't hit him, you can still sweep the shuttle to block his movement and interfere with his flight path. In this evenly matched duel, any mistake would be fatal to him.

Now his mobility is at a disadvantage...

At the same time, he also caught a glimpse of the little fly, and a surprised smile instantly appeared on Yukar's tense face.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Even if these bastards still have some sense, Zhiyuan would send a plane over to help him. Although it was a bit redundant for him, he was still quite satisfied with this filial piety.

"Give him a shot! Hit the wing! Now!"

He seemed to see the goddess of victory waving to him.

However--

Something unexpected happened to both of them.

I saw that the "Eagle" did not aim its nose at the "Ling Yun", but at the "Saber" that was biting the rear hemisphere of the "Ling Yun"!

"Porphyrin-!"

Thick tongues of flame sprayed out, and the twin 20mm cannons weaved a large net in the air with tracers, hitting the Saber head-on.

Everything happened in one moment.

It's so fast that it catches people off guard.

"Fuck! Do you have eyes?!"

Shocked and angry in his heart, Yukar cursed angrily, barely dodging the incoming bullets and completely losing the shooting window that everyone had already obtained.

Relative speed of nearly Mach 7.

Being hit by that shuttle was enough to send him away!

Until now, he was still imagining that the Falcon might have misjudged the target after dark, and when the airport arrived, he would have to give this thing without eyes two big ears.

Unfortunately, the falcon didn't pick the wrong target. It flew all the way just to send him away.

The shuttle didn't even notice and bit his butt.

"Damn it! Cease fire! I'm an ally!"

Jukar roared on the airborne radio, trying to wake up the other side.

However, what he didn't know was that the Falcon's cockpit was covered with slime mold, and the pilot fixed to the seat had turned into a puppet at his mercy.

Not far away, the avant-garde jet aircraft had completed a 180-degree roll during its vertical climb.

Yukar's pupils suddenly shrank.

The moment his eyes met the cockpit, his heart seemed to stop beating.

"……Grass."

Almost as soon as the words came to his mouth, hot metal shrapnel opened his cockpit.

Looking at the scrapped garbage in the sight, Luo Yu removed his index finger from the front trigger and slowly emptied the air held in his chest.

He took off the respirator hanging from his mouth and hung his whole body on the seat behind him.

A well-matched confrontation cannot tolerate even one mistake.

Let alone twice.

Falling from the sky with black smoke, the "Saber" burst into brilliant flames in the night sky behind him like a lighter.

"Immelman Maneuver... I will only teach it once, I hope you can see it clearly."

But even if you see it clearly, you probably won't have the chance to learn it in this life.

After "single-brushing" such an awesome BOSS, Luo Yu's lips unconsciously turned up into a smile. Although I don’t know why the Falcon helped me, if I win, I win.

It doesn't matter even if the Falcon accidentally repairs himself, he can even generously give this "credit" to the unknown friend.

The legion has only one saber.

Ling Yun from the League of Legends will be able to get another one next month.

The flames spewed out from the engine were shaking, and the plane began to glide forward without power.

Luo Yu glanced at the fuel tank indicator.

The pointer stuck firmly below the 0 mark on the dial. The final sharp turn consumed the remaining fuel, and not a drop of the fuel tank was left.

Now he thought that he might as well land with the plane and die early.

Thinking of the bug that stuck the resurrection CD last time, he shuddered subconsciously, but still reached for the pull ring next to the seat.

There was a bang, and the steel bars on both sides of the seat exploded, and the gunpowder propelled it out of the open hatch.

Last time Mosquito swore to him that he had installed an ejection seat for Ling Ye, he thought he was joking.

I didn't expect it to actually come out...

At the same time, the Falcon not far away also ran out of fuel, slowly lost power, and the propeller began to rotate in the opposite direction.

The almost rotten pilot sat with his head hanging down in the middle of the cockpit covered with slime mold, and his hands were stuck to the control stick by the mold.

His decay seemed to increase.

The weak breath of life is like a candle swaying in the wind.

However, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction from the depths of his spirit - as if his soul had been sublimated.

This short time was not wasted.

He successfully completed his mother's mission.

The last murmur of "eh" came from the earphones tilted around his neck. It was a whisper that only he could understand.

'You did very well. ’

‘Go to sleep. ’

'my child. ’