"Major, good luck to you, everyone else, follow me!"
The wingman pilot "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios sniffed, gently pushed the control stick to converge with the other two "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop aircraft, forming a new three-plane formation.
During the wide turn maneuver, she fired short bursts from the autocannon, and without hesitation launched combat bombs whenever the opportunity arose, employing all her tactics to provide fire cover for Unit 211, and trying her best to attract the Metallic Dragon's attention.
For Irinei Rusios, the nickname "Little Chili" was very personal, reserved only for those who were extremely close to her. Anyone else who wasn't that close would, as a matter of course, be met with a beating—a real spicy reaction from this "Chili" from the Amazon Rainforest region!
But this time, when Big Bear called her that so recklessly, she couldn't get angry at all.
Only true warriors can face life and death so directly.
At that moment, an alert suddenly came from the Aircrew Base 911.
"This is Tower 911, unidentified aircraft spotted at bearing 360, altitude 12,000 meters, speed Mach 5, attempting to identify."
All aircraft received the message, whether or not they were turboprop aircraft from 911.
At this critical moment, with the identity of the newcomer unclear, many hearts involuntarily leapt into their throats.
"A bunch of damn flies, are you in such a hurry to seek death?"
The roar of the Metallic Dragon echoed not only in the sky but also filled the public communication channels.
"Bit, do you realize what you are doing? Surrender now."
Another unfamiliar voice appeared on the public communication channel.
"Who?"
The Metallic Dragon's figure hesitated, looking toward the North.
"Flight Identification Code DD9D-2x54-0086-8ed1-12d6, searching for identification, Sky Knight Lin Ziyong, Class A access to the data link, verifying passkey, approved!"
The stranger from afar in the supersonic aircraft announced proactively.
"The sky of this world is protected by the Lin Family!"
The next second, both the encrypted data link's public talk channel and the open communication channels erupted like a pot boiling over.
"Lin? A Lin surname? WHOOOOPS! Is that really a Sky Knight from the Lin Family?"
"Thank goodness, we're saved, we're saved!"
"Is that a Crystal Jet coming? That Dragon of Slaughter is done for!"
"We must get to know such an important figure, quick, get ready!"
"Please get me an autograph from Lin Ziyong, his title is 'Death Tracer', my son is a huge fan, this is such a coincidence."
"I want one too!"
"Same here!"
...
The data link communication channel was in chaos, even the fighter pilots who were still engaged in battle with the Metallic Dragon didn't forget to join in on the excitement.
The Lin Family?
"Rookie, launch the missiles, fire everything but don't..."
Squadron Leader Chekhov wasn't keen on dying either; he gripped the control stick tightly, holding down the trigger for the autocannon, as vivid tracer paths streaked out, enveloping the encroaching Metallic Dragon.
The cockpit buzzed incessantly, Chen Fei frantically pressed away with his BiuBiuBiu, the A-39 "Big Mouth Monster" shuddered involuntarily a few times, blissfully releasing its load before suddenly becoming utterly dull.
Emptying the ammo to lighten the load, which theoretically could indeed boost maneuverability.
"...don't launch the, wait, 'Dragon Slayer Missile'?"
Squadron Leader Chekhov noticed one faint trail amidst the many missile contrails, moving at a shocking speed, like lightning that strikes before the thunder claps. He glanced at the ammunition interface—every hardpoint was empty.
He was just about to remind the rookie not to recklessly launch the "Dragon Slayer Missile."
"Launched it! You said to fire everything!"
Chen Fei's fingers hadn't even left the control panel, his face full of innocence; programming firing sequences was pretty fun.
Squadron Leader Chekhov yelled in frustration, "Ah, you idiot, we haven't even gotten clear..."
Who would set up such a crazy firing scheme!
This "rookie" was truly a rookie!
Before he could finish, a pale blue shockwave swept past in an instant.
The "Big Mouth Monster" was still within the inescapable zone of the "Dragon Slayer Missile," now they were really in trouble!
Like a powerless boat in a raging storm, the cockpit began to shake violently, the amplitude of which far exceeded the previous one caused by the aftermath of the "Dragon Slayer Missile." The cockpit canopy visibly twisted and was instantly riddled with cracks.
The external wings disintegrated without any resistance, reduced to short stumps of wing root, the tail fin also vanished, leaving the bare fuselage looking like an airplane stick.
"Eject! Quick!~"
Chen Fei vaguely heard Squadron Leader Chekhov's hoarse shouting, instinctively reaching between his legs, and then pulled hard.
That was a close one—he almost yanked his own balls out.
There was a soft click and tremor, and in the next second, his view changed instantly, as if his soul had left his body. He was outside the "Big Mouth Monster's" cockpit in the blink of an eye, watching as the battered aircraft spun apart in mid-roll, its various pieces flying chaotically in the sky.
If it wasn't for the inbuilt armor layer in the cockpit of the turboprop aircraft and the canopy shielding him from the most violent initial shockwave, it would be him that was falling apart.
As Chen Fei frantically tried to locate the technical manual that had slipped from his hands, a shiny object came whooshing through the hot, chaotic flow, striking him squarely in the chest with the force of a thunderclap.
Damn, it seemed to be Big Bear Squadron Leader's Blue Star Er Guotou bottle!
Before he could even feel the pain, Chen Fei lost consciousness.
...
An oddly-shaped aircraft approached from the sky, its tail flashing with white light, slowing down and circling in the area where the "Dragon Slayer Missile" had just exploded.
The deep rumble of thunder that sounded like a warning only arrived after the fact.
The previously rampant Metallic Dragon had vanished without a trace, with fire and iron descending from the sky...
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