Chapter 14

Hearing the words of his wingman, "Devil Pepper" Ilyana Ruxius, Chen Fei almost pressed the launch button to fire the KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic intelligent missile that was already on standby.

"Roar!~"

The fire clouds, which had not yet completely dissipated, were suddenly torn apart, and the monstrous beast's figure reappeared in everyone's line of sight. Its massive blade-like wings slashed through the air, creating a series of shadows, and a huge vortex appeared behind it. Despite being battered and bruised by six missiles, even with its blade-like spines askew, the golden dragon turned and accelerated with incredible agility, the fierce gas jets from its wings visible to the naked eye, as if giving the dragon wings an almost transparent, invisible layer.

More than a dozen spines detached from the dragon's body, heading towards the incoming "Dragon Killer Missiles."

Standing in the wind, even a pig could fly. It seemed the golden dragon was a flying battleship, and it flew incredibly fast.

There was no basis for aerodynamics or fluid mechanics in the golden dragon's body; this creature was a complete violation of scientific principles.

Close-range combat was always extremely dangerous. In the front seat of aircraft 211, Chikov strained to shout, "We're too close, everyone, evade, prepare for impact!"

The throttle was pushed to maximum output, and they tried their best to disengage...

The scenery outside the cockpit suddenly changed, the world spinning, making one dizzy and disoriented.

If they couldn't evade, they would have to endure, leaving their fate to heaven.

Boom!~

The aircraft shook violently, the rumbling in his ears, the creaking and groaning of the fuselage. Chen Fei had no doubt that the turboprop aircraft would disintegrate at any moment.

He even saw a blue shockwave flash past the aircraft, rushing in all directions, and the "True Fragrance" squadron's formation was instantly scattered.

Within the "Dragon Killer Missiles' kill radius, everything turned to ashes, the destructive power comparable to a nuclear strike, but without any radioactive residue or long-term environmental impact.

Chen Fei felt like he was going to vomit...

I want to go home!

"My little treasure, hold on, hold on, hold on! Ahhhh!!!"

Chikov, oblivious to the danger, continued to grip the control stick, muttering to himself like a madman, trying his best to adapt to the turbulence enveloping the aircraft and regain balance.

It was clear that after such a violent ordeal, the lifespan of the turboprop aircraft would be significantly reduced, and there might even be internal structural damage.

"‘Peanut Butter,’ direction 49, altitude 4500 meters."

Fortunately, the communication equipment was unaffected, and the two people in aircraft 211 heard the frantic voice of the pilot of the lead aircraft 213, "Vanilla" Carlos Silva Lane, almost gasping for air as he said this.

"What?"

Chen Fei looked up and noticed a large shadow rapidly descending.

The golden dragon's massive, blade-like wings, though tattered, were visibly regenerating, the rows of blades becoming neatly aligned again. Part of its tail had vanished, a testament to the "Dragon Killer Missiles' effectiveness in dealing significant damage.

The terrifying creature glared at the cockpit with a look of murderous intent and madness, making Chen Fei's heart skip a beat and his body shiver with cold.

The image of the propeller fighter being torn apart flashed through his mind.

We're dead!

"Rookie, hold on, we're going to dive."

Chikov, no longer concerned about the condition of the aircraft, pushed the throttle to maximum, fully deflected the control stick, and tried his best to escape the golden dragon's attack.

The PT6A turboprop engine of the 211 "Big Mouth" reached its peak output, the aircraft rolling and diving, while releasing all the infrared flares without reservation, the sky filled with dazzling red dots like a shower of flowers.

The bear-like Chikov roared incomprehensibly, using all his skills to maneuver the light turboprop attack aircraft on the brink of life and death, dancing through the air, the situation perilous.

A mature and stable engine can handle various emergencies with ease. The significance of upgrades lies in refining details, not abandoning past successes. It's not uncommon for a successful series to last for a century.

The roar of the turboprop engine was no less fierce than the dragon's roar.

The A-39B "Big Mouth" fully utilized the low-altitude maneuverability of a light turboprop attack aircraft, dodging the dragon's furious attacks with agile maneuvers, turning left, right, up, down, rolling, using the terrain to narrowly avoid the lethal dragon spines, always just a hair's breadth away from destruction.

"Fox1!"

"Fox1!"

The other two squadrons risked a close approach to launch general-purpose programmable air-to-air missiles to ambush the golden dragon, giving "Peanut Butter" Major Chikov and the rookie Chen Fei a precious chance to disengage.

Another round of intense bombardment, the sky filled with crisscrossing missile trails, as if it were about to catch fire.

But! It! Didn't! Matter!

The thick-skinned "supersonic battleship" wouldn't be sunk by mere air-to-air missiles. At most, it would be battered and bruised. Only the "Dragon Killer Missiles" posed a real threat to the golden dragon.

Chikov's wingman, the short-haired Ilyana, urged, "Keep using the 'Dragon Killer Missiles!'"

The "Big Mouth" could only carry one "Dragon Killer Missile," and once launched, it could only provide support.

The golden dragon was cunning, willing to take injuries to escape the "Dragon Killer Missiles' kill radius. Otherwise, the previous strike would have severely wounded or even killed it.

The theoretical destructive power of the KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic intelligent missile was enough to fatally wound a dragon, even a golden one, but this optimal effect was based on a direct hit. If it was defended against and escaped in time, the effect would be greatly reduced, and the farther away, the weaker the damage.

"Roar!~"

The golden dragon emerged from the smoke, roared, and swung its blade-like wings, launching countless dragon spines.

"Watch out for the dragon spines!"

When the dragon extended its wings to their maximum, the spines erupted like a porcupine, and Ilyana had a bad feeling.

Her premonition was right. In the next second, the dragon spines rained down, covering the entire airspace where the "True Fragrance" squadron was.

The sky was like a dragon spine storm, and it was too late to safely disengage, even evasive maneuvers were a matter of luck.

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

"Aaaaah! I'm injured!"

"‘Tarragon’ reports, ‘Gravy’ is injured, his thigh pierced by a dragon spine, unable to eject, AFT联动 eject mode failed, 214 is disengaging!"

An A-39B "Big Mouth" with a dragon spine in its cockpit flew away without hesitation, making a half-circle before heading towards the 911 airbase.

"This is 911, preparing the magnetic capture device, preheating will be complete in one minute, hold on, brother!"

Another "Big Mouth" with the number "215" had several large holes, trailing thick black smoke, and was falling diagonally towards the ground. The cockpit canopy suddenly flew off, and the front and rear seats were ejected, opening parachutes and drifting in the wind.

215 had not yet hit the ground when it exploded in mid-air, scattering debris, flames, and smoke over a large area, failing to be captured by the magnetic capture device near the main runway.

Fortunately, the timely ejection saved them from a catastrophic crash.

The fire control officer was pierced in the thigh by a dragon spine, and the pilot "Tarragon" had to disengage early. On the way back to the 911 airbase, 214 suddenly broke in two at the cockpit.

This gave the pilots a chance to eject.

Two parachutes opened in succession, but the fire control officer still had the dragon spine in his thigh. When his partner found him, he was already unconscious and pale.

Two Z-9 armed helicopters risked a close approach to the combat airspace to rescue the survivors.

Rescue operations are easier with a team, alive or dead, they pick them up, even in pieces.

The magnetic capture device, which was preparing to assist the turboprop aircraft in a forced landing, paused its preheating process. This device was extremely power-hungry, and even the Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower, which could power the entire airbase, was insufficient to maintain it for long.

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

"Devil Pepper," the short-haired girl, still with a racing heart, looked around and saw that out of the six "Big Mouths," only four remained, circling the intense battle area, hesitant to regroup.

If this happened again, her luck might run out.

"No problem, we still have the 'Dragon Killer Missiles.' Rookie, are you still alive?"

Chikov had no intention of retreating and even checked on the young man in the rear seat.

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

"I, I'm fine!"

Adrenaline was surging, and he had forgotten to be afraid. When he said this, Chen Fei didn't realize his face was pale and his teeth were chattering.

This is really exciting, right???

No way!

I'm scared to death!!!

"Brothers, it's time to fight!"

The squadron leader of the "True Fragrance" squadron, with the call sign "Peanut Butter," Major Chikov, his tone serious, no longer joking, as if he had sobered up a bit.

After being engaged by multiple fighters and taking a barrage of short-range missiles, plus the recent dragon spine storm, the golden dragon was inevitably weakened. Even without the "Dragon Killer Missiles," it would be worn down in time.

"???"

Σ(°△°|||)︴Chen Fei was stunned.

A moment later, he was shocked.

Hey, I'm innocent!

I'm not a combatant!

You've had enough, you bear!

Do you want a unique way to die?

Since ancient times, clowns have been lonely, and only those who seek death leave a name.

"Little Pepper, cover, Rookie, White Emperor Holy Sword, follow me, Ura!~"

Ignoring Chen Fei's protests in the rear seat, Chikov took a deep breath, shouted, and pushed the throttle. The turboprop engine, fueled with more fuel, instantly increased its power, and the "Big Mouth," almost completely damaged, charged towards the golden dragon once again.

Some things have to be done, even if it's just for a few seconds of heroism.

If I don't return, then I won't return!

Now is the best time to take advantage of its weakness and end its life. Once it recovers, it will be even harder to deal with, and the golden dragon is known for its vindictiveness.

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