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Whew...

The radar signals, like maggots clinging to bones, kept the alarms in the U-2 cockpit constantly ringing.

Major Song's shadow grew larger and larger: Something's not right, something's not right! After flying for so long, it should have long since escaped the radar's detection range. How could those poor devils on the other side possibly have so many SAM missiles?

Feeling uneasy, he leaned out of the driver's seat, instinctively trying to check his surroundings through the window. Unfortunately, the heavy Mc2 pressure suit restricted his movements.

"Climb! Climb! As long as I fly high enough, the enemy can't touch me!"

Two small black dots suddenly appeared in the airspace below him.

"Black Cat, machine condition is good, requesting attack!"

"agree!"

"understand!"

"White Cat! Cover!"

Black Cat lifted the machine up, increased power, and fired!

The engine, made of a new alloy, unleashed tremendous power, propelling Sixth Master into the sky in an almost straight trajectory.

The terrifying G-force instantly narrowed the Black Cat's driver's vision, turning his eyes blood red. But does it matter?

At the end of the red line of sight lies my goal!

"Report! Radar shows that the enemy aircraft is...climbing..." The voice of the comrade operating the radar on the ground came through the headset again.

The black cat driver gave a disdainful smile.

Ah, climbing?

This giant flying rod can fly high and fast, but its ascent speed is a joke.

Compared to the 175 meters per second climb rate of the J-6, the U-2's 50 meters per second climb rate is nothing.

"Comrades, you've done your best! Leave the rest to me!"

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

The black cat driver was breathing heavily.

The nose of the aircraft is pointed at the giant flying rod in the sky, and the radar is activated!

Firecracker No. 2, activated!

locking!

Left outermost position, fire!

A flash of light appeared under the left wing of the plane, and Big Firecracker No. 2, emitting a faint white smoke, headed straight for the Big Flying Rod that was still climbing in the air.

That wasn't all. Using the force of the missile launch, the black cat veered slightly to the right, dodging the missile's exhaust plume.

Right outermost position, fire!

At this moment, Major Song on the U-2 was urgently contacting the base on the other side.

"SA-1 missile site! Lots of SA-1 missiles!"

"What? Don't try anything funny, kid. Those poor bastards can't afford it! Their boss said he only sold them five SA-75s..."

"Damn it, can't you hear the radar warning sound?!"

During the argument, the sound of the early warning radar suddenly became shrill.

"Beep beep beep~~~~~~~~~"

“LOCK ON”

“LOCK ON”

Huh?

Before Major Song could react further, he felt the fuselage suddenly shudder, then lighten, and various alarms blared in the cockpit. His body floated up involuntarily.

(?◇?)?

"Am I in heaven?" Major Song's head was spinning.

Then, another violent shaking occurred, accompanied by a piercing metallic groan from the machine. The restored gravity and G-force combined to forcefully pull Major Song back into his seat.

"vomit……"

The sudden change made him unable to resist bowing his head and vomiting.

As luck would have it, just as he looked down, the U-2's canopy was suddenly sliced ​​open by something, and a gust of air rushed into the cockpit, scattering Major Song's battle plan that was stuck on the dashboard.

Upon seeing that the canopy was gone, Major Song was overjoyed and pulled the ejection pin without thinking.

Thanks to the unknown thing that cut open the canopy!

Now my neck shouldn't break.

Happy!

The umbrella opened, but Major Song's crisis was far from over.

He frantically pulled at the collar of his compression suit, scooping up the vomit inside his helmet with his chin, letting the filth flow down his clothes to his chest.

The sticky sensation made him feel nauseous again, especially after the sticky stuff traveled down the bodysuit to some indescribable area.

"Ugh~~~"

Suddenly, everything went dark. Major Song's nostrils were completely submerged. *Pfft*, a bubble rose from the filth...

"Damn, we shouldn't have given them special treatment before takeoff..."

He kept scratching his chin, and after he escaped the embarrassing situation of suffocating from his own vomit, a large bulge had appeared on his stomach.

"We're saved!" Only then did he have the mind to look at the U-2 falling beside him, billowing black smoke. He was shocked by what he saw: had the Russians upgraded their SAM missiles again?

How did the fuselage get cut into pieces? That's terrifying!

Hmm? It seems the Bald Eagle instructor said to press the self-destruct button before ejection?

Looking at the already shattered machine, let's just forget about it; this is even more thorough than self-destruction.

Pshaw! Why think so much? Thinking about self-destruction? Screw it, now it's time to think about your own safety…

Yes, that's true. Whether you survive a skydive from over 2 meters really depends on luck. Besides the lack of oxygen, there's also the biting cold wind.

But, sometimes fools are lucky? The vomit, when it accumulates, actually has pretty good heat retention properties? So far, Major Song, who has been floating for a while, has not shown any signs of hypothermia.

However, Major Song immediately discovered a terrifying fact.

Where did this MiG-17 come from?!

Why is he pointing the nose of the plane at me?

"No... We are all knights of the air, we should still uphold some chivalry. Isn't it said that prisoners of war should be treated well? We are all on the same side! Fellow countrymen! Fellow countrymen!" Major Song became excited and shouted desperately, regardless of whether the other side could hear him or not, waving his hands frantically towards the J-6 fighter jet behind him.

In his excitement, the remaining, indescribable substance flowed back into his mouth...

"Help... Ugh..."

"No... vomit..."

"Ugh... Ugh..."

An unconventional perpetual motion machine achievement, accomplished!

The white cat watched the person gesturing wildly in front of it and kept pressing the buttons in its hand.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't using a cannon, but a camera gun on the front of the plane.

The results still need to be confirmed.

Especially with the parachuting enemy and the falling enemy plane behind him as the background, and the Black Cat wingman flying by as the main character, the visual effect is absolutely amazing!

In the forward command post, Black Cat's voice rang out: "Report! Enemy aircraft shot down! One enemy pilot, has ejected!"

His calm tone stood out amidst the cheers erupting from the command post.

"Use me in the first battle! Victory is assured with me! Congratulations, mission accomplished! Return airport changed, please land at *** airport!" A very reasonable arrangement. After continuous acceleration, Sixth Master's fuel tank was almost empty, making it impossible to return to the original airport.

"clear"

"Clap clap clap..."

Enthusiastic applause came from the microphone that had been set up as a "conference room," and the headquarters in Beijing was filled with laughter and joy.

"Great! Excellent! This is what they call a glimmer of hope after all the darkness! You did a great job! Very good!"

"Our soldiers were also excellent, very good! I recommend that the committee recognize the heroes of this operation!"

The bearded man, holding his pipe, spun around in place.

He patted the air force comrade on the shoulder with an excited expression.

"Cough cough cough... It was indeed quite good! However, I valued more the details of this battle. A simple exchange of blows truly opened my eyes; it was worth sneaking out of the hospital!"

A gaunt old man, with the help of his orderly, struggled to sit up from his chair: "The world is changing too fast! The rapid issuance of orders, the perfect coordination among comrades, and our new weapons are all indispensable in this battle!"

"Xiao Luo! Don't push yourself if you're not feeling well! Don't forget what someone told you: health is the foundation of everything!"

The bearded man walked briskly to the old man's side and helped him up.

"Haha, boss, you flatter me. I know my own body best. Seeing our country thriving, I can't bear to die..."

Hearing "Little Luo" say that, the bearded man patted his hand with satisfaction.

The gaunt old man lowered his head: "I don't want to die, but I have no choice. My life force is exhausted, and medicine and food can't save me."

Rather than waiting to die in a hospital bed, why not burn brighter? This interconnected combat system seems to have real potential! But wait, this kind of combat deployment... I feel like I've seen it in some record before?

The old man raised his head, and a strange light flashed again in his dry eyes.

……

At the same time, the radar vehicle, which was still speeding along, finally stopped when it heard the battle report from the command post.

The battalion commander pulled back his numb right foot, took a breath, and turned to shout at the carriage: "Comrades! We did it! We got that damn thing down!"

"Hahaha! Kid! We've done a great job! A huge job! Did you hear that? They're talking about the committee over the microphone!"

The battalion commander looked at the rear of the truck, where the soldiers were calmly untying the ropes binding them, and was somewhat puzzled.

Why aren't we cheering?

Then he patted the communications officer who was huddled on the floor of the driver's cab.

"A great achievement! The committee's commendation!"

The communications officer, trembling, reached out his right hand and pulled the wire out of his numb left hand.

"The committee, huh? It's really something else..."

His head lolled to the side, and the communications officer collapsed, unconscious. A trickle of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth…

From the back of the carriage, a series of "vomiting" sounds followed.

The battalion commander was shocked. Ignoring the cramped space at the front of the vehicle, he struggled to turn around and hug the communications officer, checking his pulse before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Looking back at the soldiers who were struggling to climb out of the carriage and were vomiting uncontrollably while clinging to the wheels, the battalion commander's eyes welled up with tears: "Waaah... Comrades, we've done a great service..."

"Waaaah, communications officer, Ding Xiaobing! You son of a bitch, don't die..."

After a long while, the soldier's eyelids twitched. He stuck out his tongue and licked the water droplet that had landed on his lips; it tasted both salty and bitter.

"Commander, loosen your grip a little, or I'll really die..."

The communications officer was lifted out of the driver's cab by the soldiers and placed under the shade of a tree. The communications officer looked at his comrades with a wry smile as he fiddled with his charred left hand.

"Battalion Commander, without my left hand, will the troops still want me?"

The battalion commander gritted his teeth, "Yes! Of course I want you! You can be my orderly! Don't forget what you're called, soldier, soldier, you'll follow me for life!"

Haha, Battalion Commander, you don't even know how to comfort people. I may be called a private, but I want to be a general!

Suddenly, a sound like a cannonball falling rang out.

Then, "Bang!"

After a loud noise, dust flew everywhere...

"Enemy attack! Take cover!"