This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that the Alliance players were preparing for battle, the Third Aviation Group of the Southern Army was also preparing for all battles.

A group of "Dagger" fighter jets formed an attack formation in the air and pounced on the incoming aircraft with murderous intent, just like a pack of wolves hunting sheep.

The Wilantes obviously didn't pay much attention to these Bornean fighter jets.

Even if the cost of training a propeller aircraft pilot is not as exorbitant as that of a jet aircraft, it still takes at least five or six months to train.

䀴This is still the most basic.

If you want to ensure sufficient combat effectiveness, you must go through at least 10 months of training and ensure at least 400 hours of flight time.

With the combat talents of the Weirant people, the training efficiency is about 1.5 to 2 times that of ordinary people. However, it will take three months at the fastest to form effective combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, the Borneo Kingdom, which evolved from the Heavenly King's Army, was not even established for that long!

Even if they could purchase some civilized equipment from the Alliance, they wouldn't be able to find a few decent pilots at all.

That's exactly what happened.

Without any hesitation, this "dagger" increased its speed to the maximum and rushed towards the group of medals flying in the sky, for fear of being overtaken by airships in the distance or air defense units on the ground. achievement!

"go to hell!!"

Letting out a roar of cathartic courage, Milton, who was eyeing the nearest enemy plane, pulled the trigger without hesitation. The two 10mm cannons under the seat sprayed thick and long tongues of flame.

“Bang bang bang—!”

The deafening roar shook the cabin with a crisp sound, and the thick and long rain of bullets was like a spear thrust out of his hand!

This will be a battle without any suspense!

It can't even be called a battle. It was a completely one-sided massacre!

After all, the guy rushing towards him at the moment was probably only halfway through the training session, and he couldn't even find the weapon's safety anywhere. He was probably yelling with his teammates about why he couldn't fire.

Although it's a bit exaggerated, the meaning is pretty much the same.

Milton's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile.

He seemed to have seen the burning fireball falling to the ground, and out of the corner of his eye he had even begun to look for the next target favored by the God of Death.

But at this moment, a scene that stunned him happened.

I saw that the plane that was supposed to be torn into pieces suddenly turned sideways.

Seeing that the long string of tracers was about to tear it into pieces, it turned sideways like a dexterous bird, riding on the rapid airflow and using the lateral thrust generated by the air resistance to complete a large wheelbase. Rolling like a roller, it easily passed the shuttle cannon, and rushed over without losing speed.

The flowing movements were like the flipping sword in the hand of a fencing champion.

The murderous intention hidden within has quietly revealed its edge.

Milton's eyes were so wide open that he wanted to stare like ping pong balls, and cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

This guy is definitely no rookie!

No--

It should be said that there is no way that guy is a pilot from Borneo!

Those skillful flying skills and easy on-the-spot reactions cannot be developed in exercises.

Only by experiencing the edge of death countless times and breaking away from the chains of death countless times can it be possible to hone the skills that are enough to play with death at the mercy of applause.

That guy is definitely an ace!

He's in trouble!

"Damn it!"

Cursing secretly, Milton stepped on the rudder with his right foot, pulled up the control, and tried to reposition the sight on the flight path of the plane to make up for it.

However, the other party did not give him this opportunity.

At the same time as it completed the roller maneuver, the W-2 that was behind the attack coolly launched a short and deadly cannon.

The 20mm armor-piercing incendiary bomb outlined an arc of death in the air, like a diagonal slash from top to bottom, blocking the direction of Milton's car.

The outcome has been decided.

"It's over——"

There was no chance to dodge. Milton could only watch the fleeting shooting window in despair, and then inevitably collided with the fatal cannon.

"Boom——!"

A cloud of hot smoke burst out from the explosion, and a "dagger" with a broken wing quickly spun and fell to the ground.

"Get the first kill... it's a good journey."

Looking at the fallen enemy plane, Feng Qing casually said goodbye, then skillfully took out the marker pen inserted into his trouser leg, and wrote the first stroke of the word "正" on the side of the cabin.

Well played.

But it's still a bit too tender.

That guy was probably in a hurry to get the first kill, and he fired from such a long distance. She didn't even need to activate her agility talent, and just used a simple roller maneuver to dodge.

The guy's next moves are also very easy to judge, and he will definitely find a way to make amends after a failed attack.

Just take advantage of the moment when the two cannons bite towards you, and use the cannons to block the trajectory of the enemy plane in advance.

Due to the enemy's underestimation, she has a large shooting window.

At the same time, ghostly voices came from the communication channel.

"Oh oh oh! Well done Feng Qing!"

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay..."

Feng Qing smiled shyly, replied humbly, and then skillfully locked onto the next target.

Since the establishment of the Goblin Corps, she has been flying airplanes. Not to mention that the flight time has exceeded a thousand hours, and the time she has to wait for resurrection is more than that.

Countless death experiences have already made her proficient in flying skills.

It is no exaggeration to say that the plane she is flying is like a part of her body, and she can even feel the airflow blowing on the flaps.

At this moment, an angry voice came from the communication channel.

"Gan! You stole my first kill!"

Guigui: "Hahaha! Leader, you have to work hard, don't let the newcomers catch up one day."

WC really has mosquitoes: "Haha! It must be impossible."

Newcomer No. 1: "Hey, can't we ask the group leader to come and compete?"

WC is really a mosquito: "Compared with a hammer! You have touched the plane more times than I have dropped it! Do your job well, don't just think about the heads, throw the bomb accurately for me and then talk nonsense!"

Newcomer No. 1: "Gan! You are discriminating against newcomers! I will go to the forum to hang you up!"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "% # ￥ @!"

Newcomer No. 2: "Ouch! Long live the management!"

Newcomer No. 3: "Oh my god!!! Isn't this more exciting than War Thunder!?"

Guigui: "Well, have there been more people? It feels like the newcomers are getting more and more outrageous..."

As he could imagine the expression on his friend's forehead, Feng Qing didn't know what to say, so he could only smile.

"Ahaha... But I feel like the group leader quite likes them."

The first fireball burst out in the dark cloud-covered sky.

A parachute floated out from the burning cabin and fell to the ground with the pride of the Third Air Force of the Southern Army.

Looking at their comrades who were shot down in the first contact, all the Wilant pilots were dumbfounded.

No one thought that the first damage in this battle would actually occur on their side.

What they didn't expect was that the opponent's attack speed was so clean and decisive.

"...He's a pilot from the Alliance." The captain of the aviation team's face darkened, with a fierce light burning in his shrunken pupils.

No matter how slow he was, he could still react.

The people sitting on these planes flying the Borneo flag in front of me are not survivors of Borneo Province at all!

He is from the Alliance!

The boiling flame was like a slap in the face, severely slapping every pilot of the Third Air Force in the face.

However, they are a race born for fighting.

They were not afraid of the sudden casualties. Instead, they were aroused to fight in the cockpit, and they completely put away their arrogance and underestimation of the enemy.

Everyone in the Southern Army had been prepared for the Alliance's participation in the war, so they were not surprised.

At most, they did not expect that the other party would react so quickly. They took serious action from the beginning and sent their own planes and pilots up.

But that’s fine too.

Instead of always being on guard against enemies hiding in the dark, it’s better to have a good fight!

"...If you want to die, I will make it happen!!"

The captain of the aviation team roared angrily, and aimed at the nearest W-2 aircraft with his flame-spitting cannon.

The distance between one man and another disappeared in an instant, and the two sides soon fell into a hand-to-hand fight.

The roar of machine guns filled the entire battlefield, and the tracers flying all over the sky stretched in the air.

The burning trajectory is like a lance in the hands of a cavalryman, and the low dark clouds come and go.

Planes kept falling from the sky.

Among them are the "Dagger" belonging to the Legion and the "Mosquito" belonging to the Alliance.

The combat effectiveness of these Wilante pilots is not weak, and they are even much stronger than those of the Falcon Kingdom's servant pilots.

The same goes for their aircraft, which are completely different from the "export products" used by the Falcon Kingdom Air Force that have been improved to simplify the production process!

Even though they are also propelled by propellers, there is still a huge difference between the two. Both maneuverability and speed are completely different.

After shooting down four planes in a row, Feng Qing gradually felt a little tired.

Her left wing was moderately damaged, the leading edge flap seemed to be broken, and there was not much ammunition left...and these were not the most deadly.

The most deadly thing is that the airship that turned around and returned to defense was getting closer and closer, and the ground anti-aircraft firepower also completed its firepower preparations.

The enemy aircraft group is moving to the north in an orderly manner.

If they catch up, they will enter the airship's firepower network in five minutes at most. And if they don't stick to it, they will soon be bitten by ground anti-aircraft fire.

Looking at the several bullet holes that penetrated the cabin, Feng Qing took a deep breath, prepared to restart, and shouted towards the communication channel.

"...Captain! This distance is almost enough, let's start the second phase of the battle!"

Apparently, Brother Mosquito feels the same way.

After a brief rustle of electricity, the sound of a decision soon came from the communication channel.

"Every unit, listen up! This operation has entered the second phase! Remember your target! Before it crashes, be sure to use up the last round of ammunition for me!"

"See you on the forum!"

"Ouch!"

Having said that, Brother Mosquito yelled first, then lowered his body, raised the nose of the plane, and pounced towards the train station diagonally below.

That impassioned roar ignited the blood in the hearts of all the players. Feng Qing felt the blood in her veins burning, and Wen Jing also started shouting.

The remaining sixty or so W-2 aircraft suddenly dispersed into a cloud of smoke that filled the sky. They turned around and fell to the ground, causing those "daggers" who fought with them and moved the battlefield to the north to become the "daggers". I was caught off guard for a while.

The captain of the Third Air Force was startled, remembering the headquarters' order, and shouted angrily at the communication channel.

"Stop them!"

There was no need for his life at all. After those well-trained Velante pilots noticed the intentions of these alliance pilots, they immediately ended the game of chasing each other and turned around to catch up.

But it's too late!

Those planes that ignored the crash on the ground seemed to have no intention of pulling themselves up again. They swooped down and turned on the buzzer, then pushed the switch all the way.

"Ugh——!"

The sharp howl of the thorns echoed through the air, just like the god of death blowing his horn.

They each found their own target, and then emptied the remaining dozens of rounds of ammunition from the cannon.

Fire rained down from the sky, and the Weillant soldiers guarding the train station were all frightened, and they all looked for bunkers to hide.

The loaders were the same. When they heard the harsh sound, they dropped their things and ran away outside the train station regardless of the situation.

One of the planes crashed into a warehouse, and soon the warehouse exploded. Dazzling flames burst out from the roof, and the explosions crackled like firecrackers.

These aircraft are all based on solid hydrogen fuel cells. When the safety measures are removed, this thing itself is a bomb, and the energy density is so high that it explodes on first touch.

And this soaring flame is just the beginning!

In addition to those W-2 attack aircraft with cannons pouring down, there are also some aircraft with 100 kilograms of aerial bombs hung on their bellies!

The metallic hydrogen is much more powerful than pure solid hydrogen, not to mention that it is also mixed with some other formulas to increase the power.

And these planes piloted by the "goblin newcomers" have specific goals, flying towards the locomotives parked in the train station.

There are also those railways leading to the northern region and bridges across rivers!

It is unrealistic to stop the torrent of steel from the north.

However, they can use the method of attacking logistics to delay the attack of the legion's 170,000th team and gain more preparation time for the Yue tribe resistance forces in the north.

A plane carrying an aerial bomb crashed straight into a train full of cargo. The bomb's safety was released just before the crash, and it crashed into the train along with the bomb.

The pilot of the Velante who was chasing it was completely stunned. Seeing the flames coming towards his face, he could only grit his teeth and pull up the nose of the plane.

These guys are crazy!

The one after another explosions lasted for a full minute, and each explosion made the surrounding Welant soldiers couldn't help but feel their hearts bleed.

Sixty planes burned themselves like smoke, causing huge damage to Xifan Port and its surrounding traffic arteries and strategic facilities. The "daggers" chasing them could only watch helplessly. , there is absolutely no way.

"Mom!!"

Looking at the sea of ​​flames at the train station, the captain of the Third Air Force angrily beat his thigh, but he didn't expect that the wound on his arm that had just been bandaged burst. He grimaced in pain.

The first aircraft cannon penetrated his cockpit. Although it didn't hit anyone else, the fragments grazed his arm and almost cut his artery.

Although he was holding back a ball of anger in his heart, he had no choice but to be angry at the moment. He could only ask the airport control tower for instructions, and then followed the other members of the aviation team to give the order to return.

At the same time, the four "Saber" jet fighters that came from Yongye Port also flew into the air. They cruised around in the air but failed to find the enemy planes, so they had no choice but to return.

These aircraft have high requirements on the airport and ground handling environment. There is not even an airport here that can land them and provide maintenance services.

Seeing the light spots disappearing on the radar screen at a speed visible to the naked eye, General Gulion's expression was gloomy, just like the sky covered with dark clouds.

Even without asking his own subordinates, he could guess how much damage this air raid caused.

The adjutant standing next to him swallowed and said in a difficult tone.

"It was actually a suicide attack...are these blue gophers crazy?!"

For a group of unrelated survivors, they actually risked their own lives!

He couldn't understand what those guys were thinking.

Don’t they have their own family? !

General Gulion, who looked ugly, did not make as much fuss as his adjutant, but just stared at the map with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"The former staff speculated that the alliance probably has some kind of technology that can remotely operate human cloning... Now it seems that the staff's judgment is probably correct."

This was the speculation made by the legion's staff during the previous siege of the Torch Church.

According to feedback from frontline soldiers, they found that although Alliance soldiers suffered continuous injuries, the number of elite troops never decreased.

There is only one explanation.

That is, some of the alliance's soldiers were injured - especially the elite troops. The dead ones were actually clones or something similar to them.

Although it sounds weird, this seems to be the most reliable explanation.

And this can also explain why the Alliance's shelter residents rarely appear outside the communication range, and the Alliance always spares no effort to sell their cables.

From this he can make preliminary inferences.

That is, those clones operated by the residents of the shelter can only move within a communication radius.

As for those places outside the communication radius, they can only take risks and go there in person. If they die, they will really die.

For example, the four blue gophers who visited Saifan Harbor before.

Hearing General Gulion's words, the adjutant standing next to him was stunned for a moment and said with a hesitant expression on his face.

"But...if that's the case, why didn't our signal jamming bombs work?"

He always felt that the technology of "remotely controllable human cloning" sounded too bizarre. Even "the residents of the Alliance's shelter are actually androids" were more reliable than this speculation.

General Gulion shook his head, still firmly believing in his conjecture.

"Electromagnetic waves are not the only signal transmission medium. Have you forgotten those mutant slime molds? We still haven't fully understood what that psychic signal is."

I heard that it happened a long time ago. The People's Alliance discovered some planetary consciousness on the planet Gaia, and got inspiration from it to develop a technology called "Psychic Interference Device".

This thing can drive away lower-minded creatures and communicate with higher-minded creatures. It was once considered by the academic community at that time to be the best communication medium for communicating with extraterrestrial civilizations.

After all, language communication is too inefficient, does not take long to decipher, and may cause misunderstandings.

And whether one will be led by the mind interference signal can also be used as a touchstone to measure whether the other party's mind is worthy of communication, and what kind of communication strategy should be used.

However, even though "psychic interference technology" was developed during the People's Alliance era, even after entering the Wasteland Era, no one can really figure out what the so-called psychic signal is.

The same is obviously true for the Alliance, which does not prevent those who have mastered this technology from using it.

Looking at the adjutant and other officers who were completely stunned, Gulion said firmly.

"... No matter what medium they use to operate the clones, the signal always needs to be transmitted to the front line through cables or signal towers, and these facilities are traceable!"

As he spoke, he looked at an officer standing in front of the command table and gave the order.

"... The difference in appearance between us Velantes and the locals is too great to facilitate activities behind enemy lines. I need you to train a special force composed of Borneo people to penetrate into the rear of our enemies and specifically target our enemies' communications. Raid on the facility!"

The officer stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"yes!"

After looking at the map spread out on the command table again, a stern smile gradually appeared on General Gulyon's lips.

He admitted that the airstrike caught him off guard and that the alliance's response was beyond his expectations.

However, if these guys thought that they could defeat their entire plan with this clumsy method, they would be too naive.

This war has just begun.

Since the alliance's air force has entered the war in advance, the equipment specially prepared for the alliance can also be deployed in advance.

Although the expensive missiles cannot be used to deal with the indigenous people, it is still worth it for the alliance.

No matter how cheap those clones are, the aircraft equipped with plasma engines and fusion reactors are not cheap, and it is worth replacing them with any number of missiles.

In addition to aircraft, there are also those ships.

Putting away his suspicion of underestimating the enemy, Gulion stared intently at the sea area in the southwest corner of the map.

No surprise.

The South China Sea Alliance fleet should have arrived...