Chapter 181
My Empire Chapter 181
2020-11-03
Chapter 181 181 Trap"Olank! There's a demon bat behind you! Get rid of it! Get rid of it!" Rank was glad that he hit the target, and the shout of the wingman pilot Jack made him hair stands on end.
He didn't find the demon bat behind him, and because of his vision, he couldn't see the specific location of the demon bat behind him.
So, before he could confirm whether he had shot down his target, he pulled his joystick to the left.
The P-51 Mustang fighter he was driving immediately began to turn to one side, and because of inertia, Oranke felt that his body was leaning to the other side. If it weren't for the seat belt holding him in place, he might be leaning on the right side of the fighter's cabin by now.
Steering in a dive is a maneuvering maneuver with a lot of overload. Because the fighters are getting faster and faster, the overload of this action is getting heavier and heavier.
However, also because the dive speed of the P-51 Mustang is so great that when the fighter dives and swerves, no enemy can catch up to it and continue to fire.
"Very good! Very good! That damn demon can't catch up to you! Get ready to climb! I've cut to its tail section, and I'm covering you!" Jack's encouragement made Austrian Rank felt fine, and he seemed to be getting back to the way he felt at school.
He let his plane roll twice to make sure no enemy was chasing him, and then he started to climb at the fastest speed.
speak frankly, the technical index of the P-51 Mustang fighter is already the pinnacle of the piston fighter.
Olanke was also looking through the narrow cabin canopy as he climbed to observe the situation around him.
When the altitude on the dashboard showed that he had recovered to an altitude of 7,000 meters, he saw that his wingman shot down the demon bat that had just chased him at an altitude of about 6,000 meters.
This height is almost the height limit that the demon bat can fly to. At this height, the speed of the demon bat will become very slow, and there is no way to flexibly turn.
Because of the thin air, these ancient creatures, which were originally huge in size, rely on their strength to hunt for a living, at such a height that they hardly involve, their combat capability is simply zero.
They can barely fly to an altitude of about 8,000 meters, but the Mustang fighter can fly easily at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Therefore, at an altitude of 7000 meters, the Mustang fighter can still maintain good combat performance, but the Demon Bat and Dragon Knight cannot.
Because some people are controlling and predicting their own abilities, Dragon Knight generally won't rise to this level to make trouble for himself. But demon bats don't do this. Their warlike and bloodthirsty heads are filled with the idea of tearing up the enemy. They will fly desperately to the height they can fly, and then become dull because of the thin air. .
"Their numbers are increasing! This is an ambush!" Oranke saw a dozen more demon bats rushing out of the clouds in the distance, so he reminded himself in Wireless Electronics. Wingman Road.
Jack piloted his own plane and climbed to a relatively safe altitude. He also saw more and more demon bats, and exclaimed in amazement: "Hey! Set up an ambush! Clearly wiser!"
As the number of battles between the two sides increased, the demons were also trying to get used to the way Alanhill's troops played. Although the demons haven't come up with any good way to deal with Alanhill in a short period of time due to their own abilities, they are indeed trying constantly.
The previous terrifying super bomb made the demons very afraid. Instead of concentrating their forces to launch large-scale assault operations, they began to send small forces to harass Alanhill's defenses.
Of course, this kind of mild harassment also did not achieve any effect. In comparison, what Alanhill's troops are more afraid of is the enemy's crowd tactics, constantly attacking their Defensive Array.
As long as the opponents do not use their troops to consume Alanhill's ammunition, the Alanhill's line of defense is solid.
"Jack! I'm on top of you! I'm on top of you! No matter how many they have, we run out of ammo and retreat! They can't keep up with us anyway! I'm diving!" via Wireless Electronics, Oranke shouted loudly, and then steered his plane into the fray again.
The engine roared, and Oranke took a second dive. At this time, his thinking is very clear, and he clearly knows at which distance he should fire more easily to hit the target. Those erratic ballistics that are curved in the sky, he has already mastered the rules.
"tú tú! tú tú!" During the dive, he fired a row of shells in advance from a distance. The tracers burst into the bat colony, hitting a hapless one who had no time to dodge.
"Beautiful! Oranke! I'm on your side! Get rid of them as much as possible!" The wingman pilot Jack ordered excitedly when he saw Oranke's long-range shooting.
On the ground, on the defensive line of Alanhill paratroopers, a paratrooper lifts the head and looks into the sky in the distance, where planes and demon bats are chasing each other.
With the rumbling sound of the engine, soon a demon bat struggled to drag the scattered black blood droplets and fell from a height of several kilometers.
Because of the distance, he couldn't see the details of the fallen demon bat, but he could already conclude that the fallen bat was dead.
Clearly, his guess was right. The demon bat smashed to the ground from a height of several thousand meters, and immediately turned into a pile of pulpy minced meat. It didn't even have time to roar, and it shattered like this.
The nearby demon dogs gathered and began to bite the minced meat on the ground. These low-level creatures with little intelligence, while eating the flesh and blood of high-level demons, enjoyed a rare happy time .
"When will those demons who are not afraid of death recognize reality and know the gap between themselves and us?" On the position of the Boer River, which had been reinforced with sandbags, another paratrooper looked up at the sky and said coldly snorted and said.
"If they recognize the reality, then they should go back to the eye of magic and let's go home quickly." Inside the trench, a paratrooper holding a weapon and reluctant to look up to watch the lively, a little uncomfortable. Willingly rant.
No one misses their own home, their wives and naughty children. These beautiful things make every Alanhill soldier care about. But when they came here and fought the devil to the death, they knew that those distant beauty actually needed someone to guard.
In the sky in the distance, the two P-51 Mustang fighter jets that had been flying together began to spread apart, and then swooped down from a higher place, biting the scattered demon bats. Fire at close range and easily knock down the opponent.
In the face of absolute strength, any trap seems to be useless. Although there are a lot of demon bats, they cannot organize an effective attack at all.
As the battle progressed, more and more Alanhill fighters came from afar. After all, they had ground radar guidance and could know the battlefield situation faster.
Olanke in the sky finally seized the opportunity, and is working hard to use his nose to aim at the demon bat swaying in the distance.
No one was willing to be shot down by the enemy, so the demon bat that was targeted by Oranke was also trying his best to get rid of the P-51 Mustang fighter. It's a pity, obviously getting rid of an advanced piston fighter with good handling is a very difficult thing to do.
The feeling of flying the more powerful P-51 Mustang fighter in the sky made Oranke extremely happy. He loves the feeling, loves this elegant war.
"tú tú ! tú tú !" After finding an angle he thought was suitable, Oranke pulled the trigger to fire again, and let his tracer rush towards the target registered by the sight. .
The locked demon bat began to swerve to the left to avoid it. But the shells seemed to be faster, leaving two bloody holes in the opponent's fleshy wings.
Obviously these two blood holes are not enough for this demon bat to fall, because these demon bats also have many holes on their fleshy wings, so the newly added scars are just to make the other side miserable. After calling twice, he fell for a while.
These terrifying creatures, with their savage instincts, will make the most correct choices when they are very dangerous - but, more often, their choices do not have the speed of artillery shells. Almost there.
Because of the absolute advantage in speed, after losing an opportunity to attack, Oranke once again regained his initiative.
He made a big circle, and then once again seized the attacking position, ready to continue the attack on the wounded demon bat.
The opponent swooped down and seemed to hope that Oranke would give up chasing it. It is a pity that Oranke has already identified the target and has no intention of changing it.
The tracer bullets pierced the sky, and the slightly curved ballistics rushed to the target not far away, and then the shells of these aerial cannons hit the body of the demon bat firmly, on top of it. Leaving a row of bloody bullet holes.
The hit demon bat suddenly slowed down, and Oranke's plane rushed forward. However, in the moment when the two sides passed by, he still saw the ferocious wounds on the body of this demon bat.
Olanke didn't have time to confirm his victory, so he started to climb subconsciously and regain his height advantage.
However, in his earphones, the voice of the wingman pilot Jack still let him know that you did good just now: "Good job! Oakland! You hit it!"""
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