At this time, Jim could no longer be arrogant. He saw that his two previously arrogant comrades, Green and David, did not even have the chance to parachute and dived directly into the sea.
"Site, shit, how can they have so many missiles!" Jim cursed angrily, he controlled the plane to run towards his own direction, "This is unrealistic, this wave of missiles is obviously more advanced than the SA2 just now, faster, and flies lower, my God, Green is just like this... I'm sorry Green..." The scene of Green's plane being hit by him flashed by, and then his expression became ferocious, "I won't die, I won't die, I will go back alive..."
If Jim understood the language and culture of the Great Foodie Empire at this moment, he could definitely condense his mumbling into the following two sentences: First, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; second, I would rather die than let my friend die.
Beep beep!
(I have never seen the U2 siren sound before, so I will just randomly beep it for you to listen to.)
The U2's onboard equipment issued a warning. Jim looked down and saw another missile flying over. He showed a desperate expression and was too tired to complain about how they were so rich...
Shoot down one of my planes and launch two waves of missiles...is that necessary?
Then, Jim chose to skydive without hesitation...
boom!
The last U2 was shot down and circled into the sea.
“Wow!”
"Great, oh my god!"
"All three were shot down!"
"The last pilot parachuted out and captured him alive..."
The headquarters was in an uproar. Some people slammed the table violently, regardless of the pain in their hands; some people took off their hats and threw them at the ceiling without paying attention to military discipline; some people hugged their comrades and cried...
Old Man Yang and the other two looked at the sky outside for a long time without looking back. Their eyes were all red...
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