Chapter 100

The American MiG-28 jet fighter was actually a joke that turned out to be real; the original manufacturer, Mikoyan, had probably turned over in their graves multiple times.

The same factory also produced the American J-8. To make money, the American Federation's aviation weapon manufacturers had no shame.

Protests were useless; the patents had long expired, and anyone could use them freely, and even if they sued, they wouldn't win.

These counterfeit high-quality imitations were mainly purchased by powerful private military contractors. Whether they were original or not didn't matter; what mattered was that they could fly, fight, and were reliable, high-quality, and affordable.

Even the real McCoy from the military museum might not stand a chance against these imitations.

However, sovereign nations looked down on these big toys. Their national treasures could only be crystal energy jet fighters.

If it weren't for the difficulty in training qualified air knights, any sovereign power would want all crystal energy jet fighters and air knights, with multiple air knight regiments, ready to dominate the skies.

Ahem!

The population base is there; take a look at yourself. A full-strength air knight regiment?

You're dreaming! You're dreaming!

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The 911 Air勤 Base suddenly connected to the "True Fragrance" Squadron's communication channel, indicating that the ground communication system and land-based radar system had finally been repaired and were beginning to function normally. This was good news.

"Eight MiG-28s? They're trying to take our lives!"

The fire control officer "Nutmeg" Saraman Francis, sitting in the rear seat of No. 212, angrily shouted.

Even when the "True Fragrance" Squadron's six "Big Mouth" turboprops and one MiG jet fought against the enemy's eighteen "Big Mouth" turboprops, he hadn't lost his composure like this.

Fighting the same type of turboprop and fighting a jet were two entirely different things.

Moreover, the "Big Mouth" turboprops that took off from the 909 Air勤 Base were mainly for bombing and carried few air-to-air weapons, which is why they were caught and thoroughly beaten by the "True Fragrance" Squadron, which was fully equipped with air superiority ammunition.

"True... shameless!"

The pilot of No. 216, "Scallion Oil" Babaro Da Xiong, couldn't help but curse. He was usually a quiet pilot, but now even he was pushed to the limit. If they had any skills, they should use turboprops to fight one-on-one, not jets!

With no numerical or performance advantage, the upcoming battle was going to be tough. Even if they traded one for one, the result would still be a loss.

"This is corporate warfare; they won't show mercy. If you want to survive, you have to win!"

The voice of the female executive manager, Hana Gager, joined in. She noticed the pilots' emotional changes, their shock and anger, and their shaken confidence.

But in the business of military contractors, there were no innocents.

The Tianqi Defense Group wasn't a charity run by kind-hearted people. They had also initiated corporate wars, ruthlessly and mercilessly destroying their opponents, causing countless casualties and driving them to collapse.

The losers in corporate wars often had only one outcome: bankruptcy.

Under a collapsed nest, there are no intact eggs. The casualties on the losing side would receive only insurance money, not a single cent of war compensation, let alone their monthly salary and bonuses, and they would lose their lives.

Very few lucky ones could rise again after a defeat, and they could be counted on one hand.

"Hana Manager is right. We can't run; we can only fight!"

The deputy squadron leader, the short-haired girl "Devil Pepper" Ilyne Roush, involuntarily gripped the control stick. Even if they wanted to run, there was nowhere to go at this critical moment. All they could do was fight.

Moreover, if the "True Fragrance" Squadron ran, what about the people at the 911 Air勤 Base?

Running on foot wouldn't get them far.

The Meiman Brothers Union, which dared to launch repeated attacks, wouldn't show mercy. They would do everything to eliminate the Tianqi Defense Group's forces to prevent a resurgence, and they would stop at nothing to kill everyone.

"I can lure away two MiGs; the rest is up to you."

The squadron leader, Chekov's voice, came over the communication channel. Taking on two at once was a matter of risking his life.

Even if he wanted to lure away more, the enemy wouldn't agree.

Eight jets, minus two, left six. One-on-one, the "True Fragrance" Squadron's "Big Mouths" still had a chance.

"The low-altitude maneuverability of the MiGs is worse than the 'Big Mouths.' We can lure them to low altitudes. The terrain around the base is complex, and we can use it to our advantage. The faster they fly, the faster they die."

"We need to divide the tasks: some to distract, some to be decoys, and some to ambush, creating local advantages, many against few."

The "True Fragrance" Squadron, now united in thought, began to brainstorm ways to face the inevitable eight MiG jets.

The discussion in the communication channel made Chen Fei's head spin. He finally found a chance to weakly ask, "What about the other 'Big Mouths'?"

"Leave them alone. They're already retreating. You just need to hold on for 20 more minutes, and the base's air defense missiles will be ready to launch."

The female executive manager, Hana Gager, gave the "True Fragrance" Squadron a rare piece of good news.

No matter how fast the MiG-28s flew, once locked onto by air defense missiles, they had no chance of escape.

Eight MiG jets, though many, were far fewer than the air defense missiles stored at the 911 Air勤 Base.

As long as they could defeat the incoming jets, the escaped stragglers would no longer pose a threat.

"Peanut Butter, you take two jets. Vanilla (No. 213), you distract, preferably two jets. Tarragon (No. 214), you also distract at least one jet. Rookie, you be the decoy. I and Scallion Oil (No. 216) will cover you. If we can take out at least two jets from the start, we'll be in a good position."

Gathering everyone's opinions, the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Ilyne Roush immediately formulated a combat division plan.

"Me? I be the decoy?"

Chen Fei was immediately panicked. At least two MiG-28s chasing him alone.

Even if he were invulnerable, could he survive in this situation?

"I don't want to, but there's no choice. It's like the horse racing strategy; you're the weakest, the best fit for the decoy. If I could, I'd take the risk myself."

"Devil Pepper" Ilyne Roush was also helpless. She knew the risks of being a decoy, almost a death sentence.

But the "True Fragrance" Squadron was at a disadvantage. To ensure as many as possible survived, someone had to make a sacrifice.

Chen Fei said with a mournful face, "But, but in the past month, I've already died at least eight times!"

Eight times was just a rough estimate, not necessarily accurate.

In fact, he couldn't count how many times he had died; he was almost numb.

The female executive manager: "..."

Chekov the bear: "..."

"Devil Pepper" Ilyne Roush: "..."

The other pilots: "..."

Now everyone was numb. You must be really tough to survive so many times.

A word popped into everyone's mind: Immortal.

Who else but Chen Fei could be the decoy?

It was tailor-made for him, perfect!

"Cough! Xiao Chen, I can apply for a 500,000 star yuan special bonus for you."

Hana Gager immediately hit Chen Fei's sweet spot.

Just add money, approved!

"Let's do it!"

Chen Fei immediately rubbed his hands together, ready to be a decoy. If he died, so be it; if he survived, it would be a long life.

"Devil Pepper" Ilyne Roush had prepared a lot of arguments to convince Chen Fei, but now they were all useless.

(￣ω￣*)

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Optical Observer Basic Module Level 1, upgrade!

System: Ding! Choose one of "Low-Light Imaging," "Infrared Thermal Imaging," or "Full-Spectrum Imaging."

Chen Fei hesitated for a moment and then chose "Low-Light Imaging" without hesitation.

In the dark, low-light imaging was clearly the most suitable.

-100 energy points!

Energy points: 11/5000

Chen Fei, the spendthrift, spent all 300 energy points he had just received, without a moment's hesitation.

Optical Observer Basic Module Level 2 (Level 3 requires 100 energy points)

The world immediately brightened. Looking outside the cockpit, the night sky was almost as bright as daylight.

He stretched his waist, feeling quite capable.

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