Chapter 190, Alliance Air Force, ace pilot applies to go into battle!
"Ace pilot, apply for combat!"
"Enemy spotted at twelve o'clock!"
"Start dropping bombs!"
Kuchi's excited and sharp voice continued to echo in the squadron's channel.
Some people wanted to complain, but in the end there was silence in the channel.
There is not much to say. Everyone already knows what kind of personality this comrade has.
The Alliance's Air Force had just begun construction, and a total of eighteen aircraft had been delivered, three in a group, forming six squadrons, which was at most an aviation squadron.
Among the eighteen pilots, some were picked from the crude air force of the old alliance, and the others were simply young people selected from the military.
With an anti-gravity engine and the assistance of two servo skulls, the difficulty of flying the Wind Falcon is not high. Of course, this is not high for beginners. It is not difficult to fly the plane, and the take-off and landing are not a big problem. It can take off and land vertically, and with the help of the servo skull, it usually won't fall off.
However, it is one thing to be able to get started and not fall off while flying, but it is extremely difficult to master it. The ability to move horizontally and vertically, the extremely high flight speed, the complex firepower system, the body's carrying capacity at high speed...
It is indeed not easy to drive the Wind Falcon well, even with the help of the ruthless servo skull.
However, among the group of people who could only barely fly the plane into the sky with the help of the servo skull and whose flight time did not exceed twenty hours, there was an outlier like Kuchi.
His flying time was not much different from that of others, but everyone had to admit that there were geniuses in this world. Although this guy had an eccentric personality, he was bolder than anyone else when flying, and could perform all kinds of exaggerated maneuvers with ease.
At first, the instructor criticized him with the manual, but then he let it go. The instructor was also a rookie, with the same flying time as everyone else, except for a hundred hours of experience in propeller planes when he was in the old Union Air Force. He couldn't do many of the moves that the self-proclaimed "ace pilot" Kuchi could do.
Just let it go. At most, you can remind them not to do any fancy tricks when on a mission and to do their job honestly.
And now, this is the first mission since the formal establishment of the Alliance Air Force.
Everyone was a little nervous except Kuchi.
But fortunately, the enemies that the Alliance Air Force will currently face should not require them to fly planes to engage in high-difficulty combat, dogfights, etc.
Following the navigation and relying on the assistance of the servo skull, they flew to the target location, launched the six heavy missiles carried by the Wind Falcon, then arrived over the enemy, opened the belly of the aircraft, and poured the bombs down. At this point, their mission was basically completed.
Those who are confident in themselves can fly the Fengxuan for two more circles, hovering and using the twin machine guns and laser revolver cannon on the plane to directly attack the enemies on the ground; those who are not confident and are afraid of hitting friendly forces or getting dizzy from flying around can return home as soon as possible, reload their weapons and ammunition, and see if there are any further tasks that require them to perform.
The first one to arrive at the battlefield and get within attack range was Kuchi.
He and his flight formation, three Wind Falcons, instantly destroyed the six heavy missiles they were carrying.
Their target was the enemy's biological and chemical artillery unit.
Those monsters, which seemed to be magnified countless times, with their front halves raised and their huge mouths opened to spray biological and chemical shells into the sky, were hit by heavy missiles without any preparation.
Obviously, these biological and chemical artillery troops were not prepared to defend against bombing. Although the formation was not very dense, hundreds of biological and chemical artillery troops were basically in the same position.
Three Wind Falcons, with a total of eighteen heavy missiles, destroyed one-third of the biological and chemical artillery.
These living biochemical cannons were in chaos.
Some of them were still following their previous battle habits and delivering fire to the distant Crocker Manor, but some seemed to have become cowardly and began to move their huge bodies in an attempt to escape.
However, they were unable to escape.
The movement speed and agility of these big guys are really not commendable.
More importantly, they encountered an outrageous pilot.
Kuchi called out and ordered the two wingmen in their group to drop bombs on the enemy's densely populated area according to the plan.
He himself lowered his flying altitude and dived towards these biological artillerymen.
Flying from the sky above Crocker Manor to the enemy's biological and chemical artillery position, a distance of ten kilometers, only takes one minute for Feng Falcon to reach the destination at its speed.
During this process, Kuchi dropped all his bombs, firing a wave of bombs at the enemies who were gathering to attack Crocker Manor, while also bringing the biochemical artillery into the attack range of the machine guns.
The range of machine guns and laser cannons is certainly not that short, but Kuchi is so determined to achieve a more efficient and accurate strike effect that he has lowered his flight altitude to a very low level.
The blue-green Wind Falcon he was piloting began to spew the fire of death.
The red laser cannon and the rumbling machine gun plowed a trail of death on the ground. In a straight line of attack, three biochemical artillery soldiers were blasted into pieces.
Laser cannons melted away parts of their massive bodies; 40mm kinetic shells smashed the rest to pieces.
The other two pilots in the flight team looked at each other in silence.
One of them asked in the channel: "How about... we try it too?"
Another person refused: "You can try it if you want. I'm afraid of diving at such a high speed and licking the ground. If I don't do it well, I will fall headfirst."
"That's right..." The other person could only give up with regret, "Just drop the bomb honestly."
The two Wind Falcons gave up on performing any difficult maneuvers and just flew steadily high above the enemy's heads, dropping the bombs they were loaded with.
During this process, they looked with envy at Kuchi, who had come back after a circle, and launched another round of ground shooting, reaping the results of four biochemical artillery units.
At this point, the entire biochemical artillery position was in chaos.
However, his time to perform is over.
The other five formations of Wind Falcons also arrived at this moment.
Thirty heavy missiles, with the assistance of the servo skull's fire control, hit the enemy's high-value targets relatively accurately.
All the biological artillery was destroyed.
Kuchi pursed his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.
How could shooting at fixed targets on a training ground be as satisfying as actually being on a battlefield and directing firepower at human enemies?
If he is given some more time and allowed to fly a few more rounds, he is fully confident that he can rely on his Wind Falcon to eliminate all the remaining biochemical artillery.
Unfortunately, teammates came and grabbed the kill.
The five newly arrived formations, fifteen Wind Falcons, began to fly over the enemy's densely packed areas and drop bombs.
All the bombs in Kuchi's cabin had been used up just now, so he could only aim his machine gun at the enemy and fire at the ground.
Every dive attack on the ground was accompanied by whistling screams, and was followed by a bloody baptism of lasers and kinetic shells in a straight line of hundreds of meters.
Round after round, Kuchi didn't even count how many rounds he had fired. In short, he stopped only when the squadron leader called him and asked him to catch up with the formation and leave. Then he stopped with a feeling of unsatisfied feeling.
On the return trip, as he flew over Crocker Manor, he made a "yeah" gesture to the soldiers below - he didn't care whether they could see it or not.
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Jason Morgan, with his head raised, of course could not see the gesture of the pilot who impressed him so much, because he was too far away and the pilot was still in the cockpit.
But that didn't stop him from saluting.
This is a lifesaver!
He had heard that an alliance air force was being formed in the Twin Cities.
It's not like he had never seen an airplane in previous years.
In his opinion, the propeller planes and helicopters of the old alliance were at best just for show.
He didn't see its practical use.
At least, there is nothing special to speak of.
He thought that the New Alliance's air force was just that good. Maybe a little more powerful, but by how much?
However, today he truly realized the power of the Air Force.
Under the Governor's rule, this kind of aircraft, which had never been seen before, was so powerful!
A Feng Falcon has the functions of a missile launch platform, fighter, attack aircraft and bomber, and it can do everything very well.
He counted and found that there were only eighteen of them. But their arrival had a devastating impact on the 100,000 distorted monsters.
Death falls from the sky!
First, they almost completely destroyed the enemy's artillery force.
Those biological and chemical artillery with a range of more than ten kilometers are the biggest source of threat to the militia.
The small mountain cannons and mortars in the hands of the militia are not only scarce in number but also have a short range, making it very difficult to hit those biological and chemical artillery.
When their numbers are small, even if they manage to cover the enemy with firepower, they often cannot achieve much results and may even encounter a strong counterattack from the enemy.
The biological and chemical artillery put too much pressure on them. To be frank, the militia has suffered the most casualties since the war began until now, caused by those highly corrosive and large-coverage biological and chemical shells.
After eliminating these dozens or hundreds of biochemical cannon monsters, the enemy firepower that Crocker Manor has to endure will be greatly reduced.
Artillery is the god of war, and the same is true for the advanced version of the army of deformed monsters.
Of course, if it is just to eliminate the enemy's artillery, that is good, but it may not be enough.
The huge numbers of remaining enemies still pose a formidable threat.
Then, although the horizontal bombing of the eighteen Wind Falcons did not have much accuracy, the total of more than 2,000 bombs was enough to form a carpet bombing on the battlefield in front of Crocker Manor.
More importantly, the corps of aberrations clearly had no experience or preparation in dealing with air forces. The stupid monsters couldn't even lie down when being bombed.
Before this, the mighty enemy army that had brought them tremendous pressure had already been scattered.
Countless corpses lay on the road to attack Crocker Manor.
By now, Jason Morgan is fully confident that he can defend the entire manor.
At least, there will be no problem holding out until tomorrow night and until the main force of the alliance army arrives.
Moreover, during this process, the Allied Air Force can come again if necessary.
When they ran out of ammunition, they could go back to reload and come back again. The round trip of 1,200 to 3,000 kilometers only took an hour or so.
The only thing is that the time it takes to load ammunition is quite exaggerated. The ground crew might curse: I spent a whole day loading missiles and artillery shells, and you destroyed them all in just a few minutes?
But overall, the problem is no longer serious.
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In fact, there is no need to even stick to this thing itself.
After being attacked by the Alliance Air Force Squadron, the deformed monsters themselves seemed to realize that they could not win.
The remaining deformed monsters retreated like the tide and returned to the dense forest.
And here, three people in green bachelor's gowns are gathered together.
"The Alliance's air force is much stronger than expected."
"However, if we hide in the dense forest, the power of the Alliance Air Force will be greatly reduced..."
"Indeed, but that's unrealistic. The president asked us to take the initiative to attack. The launch of the plan takes time and requires more people. There won't be a large number of people who will take the initiative to enter the jungle. But if we have to face such air strikes all the time, we won't be able to leave the jungle and take the initiative to fight."
"I have reported to the president that the society must research anti-aircraft and even air force variants as soon as possible, otherwise we will not be able to fight back."
"However, it is estimated that it will be difficult to achieve results quickly. In order to avoid orbital strikes, the town of the Songster has been abandoned. The rear is looking for a new hiding place, and the research institutes must be dispersed to avoid being wiped out in one fell swoop. The defection of the president's teacher has had too much impact."
"That's it, we can only lie dormant for the time being."
"But what will the Alliance do? They are heading south with such fanfare..."
"They are definitely coming to retake the entire Qinggu region, but they can only retake those plantations and settlements. Eighty percent of the Qinggu region is still the original jungle, which is our kingdom. Do the alliance's troops dare to take the initiative to enter the jungle?"
"It would be nice if that were the case."
…
"What? We're going to take the initiative to fight in the jungle?"
Jason Morgan widened his eyes and asked incredulously.
"Yes." Perbov said confidently, "I thought those brainless monsters would continue to besiege Crocker Manor for a while, so I could annihilate a part of their main force before entering the jungle. Unfortunately, they escaped... But it doesn't matter. Once we get to the jungle, we can still wipe out these monsters."
"No...why?" Jason Morgan was puzzled.
(End of this chapter)
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