Dragoon fighter

"'No. 13'! Thank you!"

When answering Lin Mo's radio call, "Raccoon" sounded choked at some point, as if he was not the one who shot down his opponent, but Lin Mo.

The hand holding the cockpit was still shaking, and "Raccoon" seemed as if he had just been fished out of the water. His physical strength was greatly exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, his heart full of pride and joy.

Not only did he survive, but he also found a glimmer of hope for his country's troubled military aviation industry.

This is also inseparable from Lin Mo's contribution. If the Chinese pilot hadn't shot down the most difficult flying saucer and restrained part of "Balor"'s mind in the duel just now, I'm afraid his performance would have been poor. The "Little Cutie", which is slightly inferior to the MiG 1.44, will not escape the fate of being shot down.

"Copycat! Let's go!"

The heavily armed "Yaksha" roared, and the Airwolf rotorcraft, which still had scars on its outer armor, made an increasingly deafening roar in its hot engine state, and soared into the sky on the spacious concrete flat ground in the hangar area.

Behind it, several armed helicopters and large transport aircraft also followed, and then took off to form a huge fleet.

This is a big operation.

Such a huge team of people was mobilized collectively, which was truly an unprecedented "trash picking up" war.

The Airwolf rotorcraft is not alone. The helicopters behind it are all its comrades, and there are even several soldiers from the "Demon Hunter" team riding on one of the helicopters.

This is the only opportunity in the "Abyss Nirvana" competition to pick up technology and equipment for free without points or money. Even the damaged wreckage is still very valuable.

On the one hand, the frontline pilots are fighting fiercely, on the other hand, the rear ground team has been intensively engaged in interest negotiations.

As Lin Mo and "Yuri" and other pilots formed a combat alliance, the forces behind them also reached a cooperation agreement.

Reaching cooperation and alliance will always yield much more than going it alone. This kind of cooperation can almost hit it off in many cases, whether in the Zhengfu Army or the Japanese Army.

The organizers of "Abyss Nirvana" also do not prohibit this kind of small team cooperation in the same camp. This kind of spontaneous private alliance. On the contrary, it makes the battle more interesting and allows the organizer to earn extra money from betting fees.

Sometimes ground battles will also become the object of betting for spectators, just like the ancient Roman gladiatorial arena. Use death and blood to please the dignitaries.

Although modern society has entered a very high level of civilized development, human beings will never lack the dark side. These underground dark events often attract bloodthirsty and violent factors under the hypocritical masks of those who watch the games.

The result of such a strong alliance makes the "Demon Hunter" team's harvest almost certain.

The individual quality and strength of Chinese soldiers are among the best in the world. In particular, the combat effectiveness of the troops dispatched by the Chinese side was expressed warmly by several other ground teams and sponsors without exception, and even the temporary command of all armed personnel was handed over to "Yaksha". The combat effectiveness of the small circle alliance has skyrocketed.

When Lin Mo and the "Raccoon" fighter jets returned to the ground again, the two fighter jets participating in the same battle showed surprisingly different appearances.

The "cutie" driven by the Canadian pilot "Raccoon" has many scars on the outside and mottled paint. There are dark black holes hit by aircraft cannons, terrible lacerations and wounds, and shrapnel damage that hit the aircraft after the missile exploded. Complete damage. It was even possible to pull out one or two fragments of the missile casing from above.

It was a complete fluke that the "Raccoon" was able to shoot down the Russian pilot "Balor" driving the MiG 1.44.

If he bumped into this old-fashioned pilot in the entry-level rookie group, I'm afraid the fate of this Canadian pilot could be imagined.

But Lin Mo's X-1 forward-swept wing fighter has a sleek appearance. Even the invisible coating on the surface and the titanium wires inlaid to form the Liubo Tianhua Array were unscathed. It didn't look like he had experienced a fierce formation battle at all, but rather like he had gone out for a leisurely and ordinary flight training.

There is one air-to-air missile left in each of the left and right built-in bomb bays of the X-1. Until the end, Lin Mo still couldn't use it. Instead, the Gauss electromagnetic gun was used to its best advantage, and the effect was even better than that of short-range air-to-air missiles.

In a dogfight against stealth fighters, missiles often suffer from guidance problems and perform less than ideally. Air cannons and Gauss electromagnetic guns with simpler technology are more capable of killing targets directly, especially terminally sensitive electromagnetic artillery shells at the end of the range. Fine-tuning guidance can be performed during the process to improve the hit rate.

After Lin Mo and "Raccoon" entered the mission center together to confirm and check the points they had earned, "Yuri" and others who had been waiting in the mission hall gave them the warmest welcome.

Every battle is a farewell to life and death, and every return is a reincarnation.

"'Raccoon,' congratulations that you are still alive! You damn guy has done something so outrageous that even God doesn't want to see you."

The Swedish black pilot is often the most active one in a small team. He rushed over first and gave the "raccoon" a big bear hug, then covered his nose and avoided it, "Damn it, can't you take a shower before coming back? You're so sweaty." Smell, well, damn, I have to change clothes right away."

"Lance" was defeated on the spot.

"'Spear', you nigger can't say anything good. Thank God, I successfully killed that guy. Hoho, let's have a party tonight to celebrate."

"Raccoon" didn't care about the other party's complaints, wiped off the beads of sweat that were still emerging, and wiped it on the clothes of the black pilot "Lance" smoothly, which obviously meant that this was not the first time he had done this.

"Ah!~"

"Lance" screamed, and jumped out of the distance like a spring on his feet. He pointed at "Raccoon" and said angrily: "'Raccoon', you dirty ghost, no wonder God doesn't want you, Satan will definitely accept you." Yes, the flames of hell will burn you clean, my clean new clothes! I just bought them the day before yesterday, you have to pay me one piece."

The annoyed look on his face showed that he had been tricked again.

He took off his coat in three steps, covering his nose, "Lance" twisted his orchid fingers and picked up the coat stained with a little sweat from "Raccoon" with his fingertips, and immediately threw it away like trash. Obviously, he Never want to wear it again.

The Italian pilot "Tank" in the team frowned and slapped this living treasure away. If this guy could accumulate some moral integrity, he wouldn't be so offensive. He didn't retaliate against the "raccoon"'s sweat. It was purely "long-term". spear".

"'Lance', you really should wipe your mouth with honey, I really want to beat you up, shouldn't you thank our 'No. 13'? 'Bie Longcai' and his flying saucer let me It was so frightening to watch that if I had met that guy, I would probably be dead. Thank God, that John Bull is no match for our Chinese boy."

"Tank" really let out a long sigh of relief at the end.

"You bastard can only say it with your mouth, why don't you buy some honey for me, I want two gallons of honey, otherwise I will definitely tell your bodyguard captain that you peeked at your female mechanic Bonnie in the shower. Be careful with yourself. It's not your turn to hit me if you want. I'm willing to let the 'raccoon' punch me a few times, but I must not stain my new clothes again. This dress cost me a total of five hundred dollars. OMG I have to buy another one!"

This black pilot is really speechless and speechless. His real career should be that of a talk show host, not a fighter pilot. This skill of talking is simply invincible.

There was a second hero waiting for "Spear"'s congratulations. The black pilot immediately turned his attention to Lin Mo, opened his arms and opened his mind to the other person, and said loudly with a smile: "Thank you, 'No. 13', it was so exciting for me to watch it today. If you hadn't killed 'Bie Longcai', our baby 'Raccoon' would most likely have gone to see God."

This guy reacted like a groupie seeing a big star.

"Thank you! This is what I should do."

Lin Mo took a step back quietly. Damn it, this nigger not only has mysophobia and a fetish for clothes, he may also have a problem with his sexual orientation.

If he hadn't been one of his own, he would have kicked this guy far away.

"Lance" glanced at the reaction of the Chinese pilot in front of him with a strange expression, but instead retracted his arm in embarrassment.

He didn't dare to hug Lin Mo anymore. Everyone knew that the Chinese pilot's bodyguard leader was definitely an unreasonable barbarian. Even "Yuri"'s bodyguard captain had been severely beaten.

"Yuri", the coolie captain of the temporary team, patted Lin Mo on the shoulder and said: "Hahaha, you did a great job. You killed a very difficult guy in the Japanese army camp. Well, those in the high-level group The masters should be more grateful to you. You have solved a big problem for them, which is also a great blessing for those of us who are still climbing up in the intermediate group."

Facing an unknown life-and-death duel, these pilots used such exaggerated and passionate words and deeds to vent their emotions that were more intense than ordinary people.

This is why they can still maintain such a love for life and living despite the cruel and cold battles.

Because they are alive, they cherish the happiness of breathing every second even more.

In this formation battle, Lin Mo scored 330 points and "Raccoon" scored 140 points.

In the same battle, the score difference between the two people was nearly 100 points, but neither Lin Mo nor "Raccoon" had any objections.

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