Chapter 127 Killing without Firearms

Chapter 127 - Killing without Firearms

In the endless decisive battle, both the enemy and ourselves are red-blooded.

Everyone has only one life, and casualties of the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron at the 911 Air Service Base are inevitable.

Even if Chen Fei, a metal-based superpower who has become thick-skinned and can ignore all kinds of light weapons, will still be killed if he is hit by a larger number of missiles, if he wants to save trouble, he will burst into the soul with a cloud blast. If you are not shocked to death, you will be suffocated to death.

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There was a crackling sound, and strong wind suddenly poured into the cockpit.

The one-piece bulletproof glass of the cockpit cover that was riddled with bullet holes finally shattered into pieces, turning No. 211 into a full-fledged open-top fighter jet.

The scarred aircraft No. 211 was still in a tenacious high-intensity maneuvering state under the control of Chen Fei. Four "Big Mouth Monster" turboprops were chasing after him, but his "Big Mouth Monster" had already ejected. Run out of food.

There are a total of seven hardpoints on the central axis of the fuselage and under the left and right wings, which can only carry seven combat bombs. If it can shoot down two enemy planes, it is enough to have fun. After launching, it is normal for it to miss.

If you want every missile to be able to kill an enemy plane, then how stupid is the enemy pilot to be willing to let you press against his butt and shoot a missile from behind?

The total number of rounds of the wing-mounted 12.7 mm caliber machine gun of the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft is 500 rounds, which are evenly distributed to the left and right wings. The actual number of firings must be doubled.

A short point is that ten rounds of bullets are fired. If you hold the trigger, they will be gone in a few seconds.

The era of dog fighting is long gone. Only private military contractors are still playing this kind of low-level low-level game without technical content. In the sovereignty-level air force combat sequence, air superiority fighters have become vassals of early warning aircraft, and various tactics He broke through the defenses, threw missiles and bombs and then ran away, becoming a little brother who ran around in front of and back.

Although modern fighter jets still retain the machine guns and cannons from the dogfighting era, the actual significance is no longer in the killing effect, but more in the warning function. To be precise, it is specifically used to bully the common people.

That blind civilian aircraft deviated from the route and flew into a place it shouldn't have flown. It ignored the radio calls and the fire control radar did not respond (they had no warning system at all).

what to do?

Easy to handle!

Several rounds of tracer bullets were fired from behind, and they swished into the pilot's field of vision. They were both eye-catching and intimidating, and the immediate effect was to scare the shit out of them.

At this moment, both the enemy and ourselves are thinking out of their minds.

The pilots who still persisted in the sky had to pick up the dog fighting skills of the old timers again.

Not only was Chen Fei running out of ammunition, but the four enemy planes chasing him were also running out of ammunition.

Otherwise, the four "Big Mouth Monsters" fired machine guns indiscriminately, suppressing the evasive space of the No. 211 machine in front with barrages, and then launched missiles immediately after.

The magic horse dances with the missile, waiting to be blown up.

Chen Fei did not give the enemy behind this opportunity to pursue him. He kept swinging the joystick, keeping the "Big Mouth Monster" in a snake-like maneuvering posture that flickered left and right.

There were many tactical maneuvers. Deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius had not had time to teach him, but he took action without a teacher in the fierce air battle. On the other hand, he also benefited from the power of the "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop. The quality is reliable, the performance is excellent, and it can withstand all kinds of trial and error. If it were anyone else, I am afraid that I would have fainted, or vomited, or even been injured.

After all, the ultimate overload G value that a fighter jet, even a turboprop, can withstand is much higher than the human body made of flesh and blood.

Often there is nothing wrong with the fighter jet, but the person can no longer bear it.

Even because the tactical maneuver was not standard, the whole person was locked in the seat and could not move. It was difficult to even move a finger, and he was waiting helplessly to be shot down.

For Chen Fei, a real rookie, these important flying experiences... well, it seems that they don't exist at all. He can fly however he wants (suicide), and he can do whatever he wants (freedom to commit suicide).

Gently shaking the wings, he flexibly avoided the predicted trajectory of the rear wing-mounted machine gun bullets. A group of tracer bullets whizzed past without any risk, hitting nothing, and the lethality was naturally zero.

"System, tool - crowbar!"

System: Ding! The cold weapon "crowbar" evolves in 0/5 seconds!

Calculating the distance in his mind, Chen Fei took off his seat belt, gently pulled the throttle push rod back, stood up from the seat, turned around, hugged the backrest with one hand, stretched out his foot to hook the joystick, and stretched out the other hand. Several actions are completed in one go.

Unit 211 immediately slowed down and began to raise its nose.

At the end of five seconds, the white steel crowbar was generated simultaneously, hooked on the ejection ring on the back seat, and with a strong force, bang! ~

The back seat ejected instantly.

The static stability design of "Big Mouth Monster" immediately came into play. After shaking violently for a few times, it regained stability and automatically leveled.

The ejected rear seat flew more than thirty meters away, and an umbrella flower bloomed in the wind.

One of the four "Big Mouth Monsters" chasing behind him couldn't dodge and crashed into it.

The result of hitting the parachute is not much better than a bird strike. The nylon cloth pieces shredded by the blades are flying all over the sky, and the parachute ropes are tightly entangled with the fuselage. This is not the worst. There is an aviation seat hanging under the parachute. Driven by the huge impact force, one of the wings on one side was smashed open, and the aerodynamic shape was instantly destroyed. The damaged parts quickly expanded to an irreversible degree like a chain reaction.

The airflow that originally supported the fuselage to fly freely in the sky immediately became a deadly killer, and the entire plane fell to the ground in rapid fragmentation.

Until it hit the ground heavily and exploded into a huge fireball, no pilot was seen ejected.

Maybe he was dizzy, or he was pressed tightly on the seat and couldn't move, so he didn't have time to pull the ejection ring between his thighs.

System: Ding! Kill 2/5 enemy pilots (firearms cannot be used), and get +500 energy points!

The tactical imagination that was open to the brain at the moment was amazing.

Chen Fei was just a blind cat that had a chance to catch a dead mouse, but he didn't expect to really hit it.

He had just tied himself back to the seat, and before he had time to be happy for long, the warning sound of the incoming missile sounded again.

The other three "big mouth monsters" resolutely fired the only three remaining combat missiles at him.

Three thick blue lines locked Chen Fei's No. 211 aircraft tightly, swaying, and continuing to sway.

He didn't practice much flying skills, but he had gained a lot of experience in evading missiles. He calmly performed a barrel roll again and plunged to the ground at the same time.

The numbers on the altimeter began to plummet.

4500 meters!

3200 meters!

1300 meters!

800 meters!

300 meters!

200 meters!

180 meters!

Pull the joystick to the bottom and push the throttle to the bottom.

The PT6A series turboprop engine is fully overloaded, even if it shortens its life.

"Get up!"

The powerful overload force pressed hard on Chen Fei, his eyes went dark and his eyes swelled, but he didn't care.

120 meters! ~

The 211 aircraft raised its nose with difficulty, and the three combat missiles falling from the sky were getting closer and closer, and the distance between the two sides was even less than 200 meters.

For the speed of the missile, it was almost instantaneous.

80 meters!

Chen Fei and his car were still getting closer and closer to the ground, but the speed was much slower.

50 meters!

The 211 aircraft finally leveled off, but the body was still sinking.

If it weren't for the seat belt, Chen Fei would have been thrown out of the cabin. Now without the cockpit cover, it was obviously easier.

30 meters!

The "big mouth monster" that made a terrible roar trembled violently and stopped descending, and the speed of level flight was getting faster and faster.

After three missiles almost brushed past the aircraft, they suddenly exploded without warning. The spreading shock wave had not had time to approach the No. 211 aircraft, and the turboprop aircraft had already successfully escaped from the effective killing radius while shaking. The four flying shrapnel only left some symbolic impact marks on the surface of the aircraft.

Most of the explosive power of the combat bombs was futilely poured on the ground, leaving a large area of ​​radial scorch marks.

System: Ding! Dance with missiles for a total of 60 seconds/60 seconds, with graceful posture, and get +200 energy points!

Energy points: 295/5000

There are still 500 energy points waiting to be harvested. Chen Fei shook his dizzy head and pulled the joystick to let the No. 211 aircraft rush into the sky again.

So far, there are less than 10 fighters left in the sky from both sides of the enemy.

Everyone seemed to have turned into a fighting machine, abandoning all emotions and fighting to the last moment.

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No more after 12 o'clock. Wait until tomorrow. Work hard!