Chapter 1885

What can a heavy fighter without weapons, ground guidance and satellite positioning do?

Even the pilot of plane two didn't know it, but he obeyed his last command and turned off all the groaning Banshee's detectors above the water level.

However, the huge shadows on the ground still made the pilot of the No.2 aircraft unable to restrain the cold war. He began to think that it was the shadow left by the clouds in the sky. However, it was obvious that the clouds did not have a huge mouth, a retractable mouthpiece and a swaying tail bus.

He couldn't tell which shadow was cast by a shield class frigate from such a shadow. Even if he was very lucky to distinguish the shadow of a frigate from the shadow, the pilot of plane 2 did not know how to shoot down the other side.

Now, even if he wants to adjust the course, he can't do it directly from the jet port into the other side's power cabin.

The pilot of No.2 aircraft is so interested in cruising speed inspection in his airspace. He feels like a diver who has encountered a group of whales in the deep sea. There are huge things in the dark, and only the splashing waves can threaten his life.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his own death was worthless. The Marines took more than 300 lives to send them to heaven. Now that No. 1 has been sacrificed, he can't think of those people dying in vain, but his reason tells him that he has no ability to change anything.

In just a few seconds, the pilot of plane 2 seemed to have spent a lifetime, and his previous ambition was slowly extinguished in despair.

Suddenly, he found a silver flame on the ground in the distance. The flame penetrated through the thick blood fog on the ground and ignited half of the world's highest peaks. The flame gave the driver a warm feeling from the bottom of his heart and dispelled the cold shadow cast on his head.

The pilot of No.2 plane knows where he has seen the flame of this color. The purification bullets they distributed before will burn such a flame when they hit the chaotic evil spirits. Many soldiers will leave a bullet like that for themselves to hang around their necks as amulets. The pilot of plane 2 is no exception.

He pulled the bullet from his neck, held it in his hand and muttered to himself, "whoever you are, thank you for the weapons you have given us to do harm to these monsters."

With regard to Xu Yichen's blood, although the Academy of Sciences has not disclosed the existence of Xu Yichen, many soldiers have seen the original plasma barrels transported from the Academy of Sciences. The logistics department will regularly soak the bullets with runes in the plasma.

Many soldiers privately believe that there is an individual who can be completely immune to chaos pollution. The blood is extracted from his body. The Academy of Sciences has used some means to produce such blood on a large scale.

The pilot of plane 2 never wanted to think about how much trouble the blood provider had suffered in the Academy of Sciences. Now he saw the flames in the Himalayas, and a strong impulse suddenly appeared in his mind.

He may not be able to save the earth or change the world, but at least, before the world is completely destroyed, he has a chance to free the great man from his pain.

"Sorry, we didn't win with your blood in the end. We failed you." The pilot of plane two kisses the bullet: "I salute you on behalf of human civilization, and now I come to rescue you."

The pilot of the second plane manipulated his own wailing banshee, and suddenly began to dive towards the place where the fire was most vigorous.

He has to rely on his own nuclear engine to paralyze the entire base, in the same way, to let himself and his imagination, tied to the operating table of the magic blood supplier together.

At this time, no one can give new orders to change his course.

With the fall of the science museum itself, the command network, which was previously integrated by the Academy of Sciences, has collapsed again. This time, there is no new observation point to gather information from the old science museum.

It was as if the entire academy of Sciences had been removed from the ranks of human civilization at that moment, and there was only a radio silence of Sasha on each channel.

Further north, the situation in the Maoist Federation is just as bad.

Vladimir should have died in the defense of the tower. He swore to Xu Yichen that unless the enemy would step on his corpse, nothing could cross the line of his hand, and he did.

Fifty thousand demonized Maoists died in their own defense lines, and 90 percent of the deaths were reported to players in the real world, but Vladimir survived.

When he was kicked out of the game and woke up from his own large life support cabin, several chaotic cubs were feasting in the cabin next door to him. Vladimir knew that he knew the body in the cabin. They were comrades in arms for many years, but now there are less than half of each other.

Vladimir used his fist to solve the chaotic cubs who couldn't get on the stage. Then he killed several bloodletting men who wanted to sneak on him in the blood fog, and climbed out of the underground base with several surviving comrades.

Their initial plan was to find a tower to see if they could break through the blockade of blood fog and contact other bases.They lost most of their men on the way, and eventually Vladimir and another powerful demonized hairpin climbed up a signal tower that had been used to communicate with distant ships.

They climbed to the top of the tower hundreds of meters high, and got out of the blood fog area as they wanted, and finally saw the huge chaotic creatures all over the sky.

Vladimir's comrade in arms swore loudly into the sky, then stabbed his big caliber pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger, so fast that Vladimir didn't even have a chance to stop him.

The headless body fell back and disappeared in the blood mist below, leaving Vladimir alone on the tower.

At that moment, Vladimir even thought that he was the only one in the world who was still fighting, but he thought about Xu Yichen.

"I don't know where you are or what you're doing, but I know you're not dead." Vladimir sat down on the steel beam, pulled out a blood soaked cigar, rubbed a flame on his fingertips with the devil's trick, and began to light the cigar.

But the flame, which was actually shaped by the psychic powers, slowly extinguished in front of Vladimir, and then, as he rubbed his fingers hard, it did not ignite again.

Vladimir began to curse in a rage. What could be worse for a hairy man than to experience all this today? If so, it must have started with an empty broken vodka bottle from his arms.

A few seconds later, however, Vladimir was stunned. Then he began to rub his fingers violently to release all his psionic spells, but all failed.

Vladimir's face was filled with incredible ecstasy, and he called out to the south, "is that you? Xu Yichen! Did you do it? Davarich, ula

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