()The air raid started in the early morning of April 11, 084 in the Gregorian calendar.

It was also the first air battle since the formation of the later-famous "Vyborg Gunners".

At that time, I was killing a [Jacques], and I was trying to gather my energy to stab the last one that was still struggling. Just as I was chasing after it, the screen was suddenly cut back to the real image. I

Just when I was about to curse, I suddenly noticed that the correspondent's profile picture popped up on the screen. This guy's mouth was trembling when he spoke. I don't know if he was nervous or scared.

"Everyone, there are currently four aviation mechas approaching this area. They will arrive in about...about six minutes. Please prepare for battle quickly."

Damn, you didn’t notify me until we were so close, you’re eating shit!

I yelled and activated the machine, and suddenly another person's dialogue avatar popped up on the screen. I remember seeing this guy yesterday. He seemed to be a mecha soldier from the southern part of the alliance, but I couldn't remember his name.

"Hey, Captain, please give me some guidance on how to fight the next battle. We rookies are very scared."

The guy had no respect and joked glibly.

I cursed in my mind, Damn it, it’s not like I want to be a bullshit captain. I like having a smiley face on the mecha, so why are they all coming at me?

"Let's talk about it in the hangar, let's go out first and talk about it later."

"Understood, everyone, listen, the captain asked me to go out and hunt birds first."

The guy started teasing on the radio with a strange smile, and the communication channel was also full of nonsensical laughter. I was so angry that I wanted to draw my gun and kill them all first.

The oil in all the aircraft bodies has been filled. After a quick check of the equipment, I used the loudspeaker to signal the mechanics to attack. The aircraft body slowly stood up under the action of the support lever, and the emergency exit on the top of the hangar was also opened.

Because it is not a regular hangar, the temporarily dug exit is full of pits and can barely accommodate one aircraft. It is frightening to see, but there is no other way. People are already seated in the aircraft and can only rush out.

As I stepped on the pedal, I carefully pulled the joystick to correct the attitude, while driving the machine body upward. After scraping down numerous corners and corners, I finally made it out without any danger.

I had been using [Jacques] in the military academy, and suddenly switched back to the highly automated [Garand]. It was a little difficult to adapt, but I still used it and quickly used the photoelectric detector to capture the group of mechas that were attacking at high speed - a total of

Four "Tupolev" attack mechas loaded with bombs.

This bulky aircraft carrying the barrel of a huge howitzer and with a take-off weight of over 50 tons is positioned similar to attack aircraft or fighter-bombers of the old century. In terms of armor protection, it is even slightly better than the [Yak], but it is maneuverable.

The Xing and speed are obviously insufficient, and the load of the aircraft in this mount mode is very high, and the maneuverability is greatly reduced. More importantly, there is no interceptor-type mecha escort!

They are simply a bunch of fat sheep!

Because the opponent was most likely equipped with a radar warning system, I did not turn on the radar and prepared to climb to the rear hemisphere of the fleet to catch them off guard, but before that I suddenly remembered something.

Oh, by the way, where are those guys?

It took me a lot of effort to find these guys far away from the hangar. I felt that there were obviously a few mechas missing, and the rest were in a weird formation: at first glance, they looked round.

Yes, but if you look closely, there are several "tentacles" extending out from this circle, which looks very strange.

What is this, a new method of warfare from the Allies?

Out of curiosity, I activated my camera gun and secretly took pictures, preparing to keep them as top secrets.

"Damn, what are you doing?"

Suddenly there was a burst of yelling and swearing from the wireless circuit, which scared me so much that I thought I had been discovered.

"Quickly look for the enemy plane, turn around and make trouble!"

"Oh, that one... I've found it, I've found it."

Feeling guilty as a thief, I didn't have time to think about what was wrong with this sentence, so I quickly sent the azimuth coordinates I just detected to all the mecha soldiers using a standard data link.

"Haha, I saw it, the big fat guy is here, brothers, hurry up!"

I just heard the screams of an escaped prisoner blasting through the radio. Before I could react, the radio was filled with cries of ghosts and howls. All the mechas rushed to turn on their afterburners in panic, swooping down like locusts in a wheat field.

Go up.

"Wait a minute, don't we form a formation?"

I was dumbfounded by this messy way of playing.

"Knitting, ah, we're entering the process, fire!"

"Damn, the distance is still too far, don't turn on the radar randomly!"

While I was cursing, each Garand fired more than a dozen air-to-air missiles alternately. At this time, the distance was 43 kilometers, which was close to the limit range of the "Sparrow" missile.

Even the clumsiness of [Tupolev] reacted immediately. The four aircrafts removed all the cluster bomb racks in one go, activated afterburners and made a sharp turn at a large angle, deviating from the original direction at a huge angle that was unimaginable for a fighter plane.

route, and at this time the missile group had only flown less than two-thirds of the distance. As a result, they lost their targets one after another and exploded over the city. The only result was to blow up the already dilapidated city even more.

Sensing the presence of other aviation mechas in the airspace, [Tupolev] was quite surprised and turned sharply again in an attempt to escape from the sky above the city. Seeing that something was not going well, the foreign aid mecha soldiers burned out their engines and risked their lives

Turning on the afterburner, biting [Tupolev]'s ass and going crazy, suddenly the whole airspace was filled with artillery shells and missiles flying randomly.

"Dry!"

I cursed loudly, drove the machine body to cut diagonally into the path of the westernmost [Tupolev], and launched an interception stance.

[Tupolev]'s maximum design speed is only Mach 0.8, and it is no match for [Garand], so the opponent's mecha soldiers chose to fight it at the same time.

"Click"

[Tupolev] raised his arm, which was thicker than an elephant's leg, and took out two four-barreled Gatling machine guns protected by armor boxes and fired continuously.

I drove the body to make a semi-roll to evade, and at the same time turned on the "preheating" switch of the "Sparrow R" air-to-air missile, and pressed the firing button the moment the body's attitude was stable. After two months of training at the military academy,

My original weakest missile shooting project has been greatly improved. Although I can't move at high speed like Captain Korninov for sniping, I still have no problem with this kind of slow shooting.

But after waiting for two seconds, the missile in the backpack did not respond at all, and the icons on the fire control menu also dimmed.

Damn it, it turned out to be a dud!

Cursing secretly in my heart that this piece of crap produced twenty years ago was really unreliable, I immediately adjusted the second "Sparrow R" and aimed it at [Tupolev's] big ass that kept swinging back and forth and fired again.

But still no response...

Go ahead, you are too bad as a person today!

When I was angrily adjusting the third missile, a terrifying "crack" sound suddenly came from the pickup, which scared me. When I looked up, I found that the two stuck "Sparrows" were actually shot together.

Fired!

The two missiles trailed long slender trails and pinched [Tupolev] like a pair of large iron pincers. [Tupolev] climbed up to avoid one, but the second one bit it tightly.

Although [Tupolev] immediately made an evasive action, the proximity fuse detonated directly in front of [Tupolev]. The sharp steel piece nailed [Tupolev] on the head, and a bullet popped out from the breach.

Pile of power lines with jumping electric fire.

pretty!

I was tired of seeing the disgusting liquid splashed everywhere by dye bombs, and the horrific sight of metal splashing made my listless nerves suddenly excited. I felt like I was almost falling in love with the cruelty and ferocity of this moment of destruction.

Armed with the armored machine gun, I took a deep breath and drove the machine body along the "S"-shaped trajectory taught in the textbook toward [Tupolev] who was in visual darkness. The prey was obviously unwilling to surrender. The twin heavy machine guns

It was lifted up again, and it spread bullet rain across the sixty-degree fan at a terrifying speed of seven thousand rounds per minute. The dense fire net seemed impossible for even an insect to pass through.

However, 12.7mm machine gun ammunition is very insufficient against the relatively thinly protected land combat mechas. It is even more helpless to use the heavy armor of [Garand]. In fact, this thing was originally used as a ground attack equipment. Not only is it lacking in air combat

Powerful, but also lacks accuracy due to sight issues.

With the help of the smart nozzle, I rolled neatly to the side of the [Tupolev]. When the aircraft was still struggling to turn around like a wild boar in the mud, I had already completed the aiming process and smashed its body with one stroke.

The powerful penetrating power of the twin heavy machine guns chewed up the entire arm armor.

But it only broke the shell and composite armor, but did not damage the arm function.

"Hard enough!"

I muttered something, set up the machine gun and fired mercilessly, hitting [Tupolev]'s chest so that metal shavings flew everywhere. At the same time, another missile was fired, hitting the cockpit directly and exploding.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The high-explosive warhead blasted the armor plate to pieces on the fuselage, almost completely destroying the entire composite armor layer, but it still did not effectively destroy the fuselage. This protective capability is comparable to that of a main battle tank!

[Tupolev] In the confusion, he even leveled the 107mm howitzer on his shoulder and fired wildly at me. Although this heavy aircraft gun modified from an old field gun has a fire rate of no more than five rounds per minute, and with the

Cannonballs with a speed of no more than 700 meters per hour are simply nonsense for use in air combat, but the weight of cannonballs exceeding 20 kilograms is a threat that no mecha soldier can ignore.

Slowing down and turning around, I easily dodged the incoming shells, causing them to explode on the ground. However, [Tupolev] had already taken the opportunity to move to a higher altitude, apparently trying to use the clouds to escape.

Lose.

I didn't want my record to just fly away, so I immediately accelerated my climb to catch up.

It was not difficult to catch up with a heavy attack mecha with the acceleration of the interceptor mecha, so I quickly bit the [Tupolev]'s butt and aimed at it.

Suddenly, countless tongues of fire flew from a distance. Although they didn't hit me, they shocked me so much that I immediately gave up the target and made an emergency evasion.

But wait, what I just saw was indeed four [Tupolev], yes, but why are there at least five or six machines chasing me now?

Immediately adjust the photoelectric detector, and what suddenly appears on the screen is... [Garand].

"Damn it, you are all blind! Why are you beating me so randomly?"

I yelled at the radio, but was quickly greeted by messages such as "Kill, don't let this guy escape this time!", "The three thousand yuan bonus is just ahead!", "Nainai, you ran away very fast just now.

I finally caught you!" 213 and other shouts were drowned out.

I had no choice but to drive the mecha to make an emergency retreat, cursing and avoiding the crazy beatings of these madmen. However, I didn't expect that these guys chased me more and more vigorously and refused to let go.

Seeing that the line of fire was getting closer and closer, I had to take action: I fired two short shots in a row, destroying the right arms of two [Garands], forcing them to withdraw from the battle, but I didn't expect that the second-guessing behind was shocked.

He actually fired... missiles!
Chapter completed!