Upon hearing the words of wingman pilot "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios, Chen Fei almost pressed theunch button to send off the ready-tounch KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic smart missile.


    "Roar!~"


    The fire cloud, not yet fully dissipated, was abruptly torn apart, and the ferocious beast reappeared in everyone''s view. With huge de wings casting out waves of phantoms and a massive vortex forming behind it, the Metallic Dragon, covered in dust and with its de thorns askew from six missile sts, turned and elerated unexpectedly and agilely.


    The intense gas jetting out between the de wings was visible to the naked eye, like an invisible, nearly transparent wing added to the dragon''s wings.


    More than ten spikes detached from the dragon''s body, heading towards the iing "Dragon yer Missile."


    Standing in the wind, even pigs could fly, let alone the Metallic Dragon, which was like a flying battleship, and a fast one at that.


    On the Metallic Dragon, there was no trace of aerodynamics or fluid dynamics, making this creature a tant defiance of scientific principles.


    Close-quarters bay fighting was always extremely dangerous, Major Chekhov in the front seat of Aircraft 211 roared with all his might, "Too close, everyone evade, brace for impact!"


    Throttle pushed to maximum output, all-out disengagement...


    The view outside the cockpit suddenly changed, a true whirlwind that dizzied the senses.


    If evasion was not an option, then they would have to brace for impact and leave their fates to God.


    Boom!~


    The aircraft trembled violently, with rumbling sounds echoing in his ears, apanied by various squeaking and groaning noises. Chen Fei did not doubt that this turboprop aircraft could disintegrate in midair the very next second.


    He even saw a blue shockwave sweeping over the fusge at lightning speed, scattering the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron''s three-formation tactics in the blink of an eye.


    Within the killing radius of the "Dragon yer Missile," everything vanished into ash, its destructive powerparable to a nuclear strike, yet it left no nuclear radiation residue or long-term environmental impact.


    Chen Fei, the kid, felt like vomiting...


    I want to go home!


    "My baby, steady, hold steady, hold steady! Ahhhhh!!!"


    Major Chekhov, however, was oblivious, gripping the control stick and muttering nonstop like a madman, struggling to adapt to the turbulence enveloping the aircraft and trying to regain bnce.


    It was foreseeable that after such severe turbulence, the lifespan of this turboprop aircraft was significantly reduced, even sustaining internal structural damage.


    "''Peanut Butter,'' bearing 49, altitude 4500 meters."


    Fortunately, themunication equipment was unaffected, and the voice of "Fragrant Orchid" Carlos Silva Lane, the pilot of the lead aircraft in the second squadron, Aircraft 213, urgently echoed in the ears of the two persons inside Aircraft 211; he was almost gasping as he spoke these words.


    "What?"


    Chen Fei looked up, only then noticing that, unbeknownst to him, a vast shadow had rapidly enveloped them.


    The sharp giant de wings were tattered, but visible to the naked eye, they swiftly regenerated. Rows of sharp des neatly realigned themselves while part of the dragon''s tail vanished into thin air. It was indeed a testament to the "Dragon yer Missile," capable of inflicting severe damage on the giant dragon so suddenly.


    The terrifying creature fixed its murderous and crazed gaze fiercely on the cockpit, its killing intent tangible, causing his heart involuntarily to skip and chilling him to the bone.


    Images of a turbopropbat ne being ripped to shreds shed through his mind like lightning.


    Doomed!


    "Rookie, brace yourself—we''re diving."


    Chekhov, no longer concerned about the condition of his aircraft, pushed the throttle to the max and mmed the joystick all the way, doing his best to dodge the Metallic Dragon''s strike.


    The PT6A engine of "Big Mouth Monster" number 211 achieved peak output, the aircraft spiraled and dove continuously while releasing all its infrared heat re jamming missiles without reservation, filling the sky with countless dazzling red dots like celestial maidens scattering flowers.


    Big Bear roared incoherently as he pulled every trick out of the bag to maneuver the light turboprop attack aircraft, dancing on the line between life and death...a series of narrow escapes ensued.


    A mature and stable engine can often gracefully handle all sorts of emergencies. The significance of iterations is in refining details, not discarding past sesses—an enduring series isn''t surprising even if itsts for centuries.


    The roar of the turboprop engine was in no way inferior to the dragon''s furious bellow.


    The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" fully utilized its low-altitude maneuverability advantages as a light turboprop attack aircraft, eluding the enraged and desperate lunges of the evil dragon by nimbly maneuvering left, right, up, down, and rolling—using the cover of close-to-ground terrain to narrowly avoid deadly de Thorns and a fate of utter destruction, again and again.


    "Fox1!"


    "Fox1!"


    The two other squadrons daringly moved closer tounch generic programmable closebat missiles attacking the Metallic Dragon, buying Major Chekhov and rookie Chen Fei precious time to escape.


    Then followed a barrage of bombing, crisscrossing trajectories with the sky aze as if about to ignite.


    But! No! Use!


    The thick-skinned "Supersonic Battleship" was hardly vulnerable to merebat bombs; at most, they''d get a bit dirty. Only the so-called "Dragon yer Missile," the KDK-1 aspirated high supersonic smart missile, truly threatened the Metallic Dragon.


    Major Chekhov''s wingman pilot, the short-haired Iline, anxiously said, "Keep using the ''Dragon yer Missile''!"


    "Big Mouth Monster" could only carry one "Dragon yer Missile." Onceunched, it could only provide support.


    The Metallic Dragon was cunning enough to flee the lethal radius of the "Dragon yer Missile" despite its injuries, otherwise, no matter what, thatst hit could have severely damaged it, or even killed it outright.


    The theoretical lethal power of the KDK-1 aspirated high supersonic smart missile was sufficient to deal fatal injuries to any giant dragon, even a Metallic Dragon, but this optimal effect was contingent on a direct hit. If the target was aware and escaped in time, the effectiveness would be greatly reduced, the greater the distance, the weaker the lethal effect.


    "Roar!~"


    The Metallic Dragon burst out of the smoky haze, roared loudly, and furiously swiped its de wings,unching a barrage of de Thorns.


    "Watch out for Dragon Spikes!"


    When the Giant Dragon stretched its de Wings to the maximum, making them burst out like a hedgehog''s spikes, Irinei Rusios had a bad feeling.


    Her premonition was right. The next second, Dragon Spikes with immense kic energy flew chaotically across the sky, covering the entire airspace where the Genuine Fragrance Combat Flight Squadron was located, with absolutely no dead angles.


    The sky looked like it was raining Dragon Spikes, and it was already toote to escape safely. Even attempting evasive maneuvers was just a matter of luck.


    "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday! Aircraft 215 out of control, Aircraft 215 out of control, we''re ejecting!"


    "Ahhhh! I''m injured!"


    "''Dragon Artemisia'' reporting, ''Braised Sauce'' is injured, thigh prated by a Dragon Spike, unable to eject, AFT linked ejection mode failed, Aircraft 214 withdrawing frombat!"


    An A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop attack aircraft, with a Dragon Spike stuck in its cockpit, decisively streaked toward the distant horizon, made a half-circle, and then turned towards Aircrew Base 911.


    "This is 911, start preparing the Maic Catcher, it will be preheated in one minute, hang in there, brother!"


    Another aircraft, numbered "215," with severalrge holes in its body and trailing increasingly thick ck smoke, tilted towards the ground, its cockpit cover suddenly flew off, and the front and rear pilot seats were ejected, opening their parachutes as they drifted in the wind.


    Aircraft 215 exploded mid-air before it could crash to the ground, just over a hundred meters above the surface. Numerous pieces, mes, and smoke spread across a wide area, missing the Maic Catchers positioned near the main runway.


    Thankfully, the timely ejection of parachutes averted a fatal crash.


    The fire control operator was pierced in the thigh by a Dragon Spike. The pilot "Dragon Artemisia" had no choice but to withdraw frombat early, and as Aircraft 214 approached Aircrew Base 911 on its return journey, the ne unexpectedly snapped in half right at the cockpit.


    That incident actually provided an opportunity for ejection, allowing both pilots to exit the cockpit.


    The parachutes of both opened one after the other, but the fire control operator still had the Dragon Spike embedded in his thigh. By the time he was found by a nearby colleague, his face was already deadly pale and he had lost consciousness.


    Two Z-9 armed helicopters ventured close to thebat airspace to begin the retrieval (and scavenging) operation.


    Rescue pairings make the job less tiring—alive you pick people up, dead you collect bodies, shattered remains are still collected.


    The Maic Catcher prepared to assist the turboprop in emergencynding had its pre-heating halted. The device really consumed too much electricity, and even the Target Low Temperature Nuclear Fusion Energy Tower, which could power the entire Aircrew Base, was not enough to sustain this power-hungry tiger for long.


    "''Peanut Butter,'' we''ve lost 214 and 215."


    "Devil Pepper," still with her heart pounding, nced around and noticed out of six "Big Mouth Monsters," only four remained, circling the fiercely intensebat zone hesitantly, not daring to close in again.


    If it happened again, she feared her luck might run out.


    "No worries, we still have Dragon yer Missiles. Rookie, are you still alive?"


    Major Chekhov showed no sign of backing down; he even took a moment to check on the young man in the back seat.


    Surprisingly, the rookie was still conscious and hadn''t fainted during the continuous tactical maneuvers.


    "I, I''m okay!"


    Adrenaline pumping, he had even forgotten to be scared. When he said this, Chen Fei didn''t know his face was devoid of all color, frighteningly pale, his upper and lower teeth chattering intensely.


    Is this thing really freaking awesome???


    Give me a break!


    You scared me to death!!!


    "Brothers, it''s time to go all out!"


    "Genuine Fragrance" squadron leader, flying call-sign "Peanut Butter," Major Chekhov''s tone became serious, no longer carefree as before, as if he had sobered up somewhat.


    After being entangled by multiple fighter jets up till now, having had its fill of Close Combat Missiles and just having experienced a massive burst of Dragon Spike rain, the Metallic Giant Dragon was inevitably severely drained. One could see its reformed de Wings were considerably smaller than before.


    Even without using the Dragon yer Missiles, it wouldn''t be long before they could grind down this mad Dragon of ughter the hard way.


    ???


    Σ(°△°|||)︴Chen Fei was taken aback.


    Suddenly, shock!


    Hey, hey, hey! I''m innocent!


    I''m notbat personnel!


    Enough already, you stinking Big Bear!


    Do you fancy dying in some unique way?


    Throughout history, only fools live in loneliness, only those who court death leave their names behind.


    "Little Chili, cover us. Rookie, Emperor''s Holy Sword, follow me with the sword chariot, Ura!~"


    Ignoring the protests from Chen Fei in the back seat, Major Chekhov took a deep breath, howled loudly, pushed the throttle lever, and with more fuel fed to the turboprop engine, it instantly generated greater power. With many new scratches and dents on its body, the nearly wrecked "Big Mouth Monster" charged again toward the ferocious Metallic Giant Dragon.


    Some tasks must be done by someone, even if it means being a hero for just a few seconds.


    If it''s a one-way journey, so be it!


    Now, while it''s weakened, was the best time to take its life. If they let it recover, it would only be more difficult to handle, as Metallic Dragons are notoriously petty and vindictive.


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