Mission: Who Couldn't Take a Turn?

Mission ⑥ · Who Couldn't Take a Turn?

Preface:

Attack! Attack! Attack!

—Erwin Rommel

"The psychic probe detected the target, and the airborne radar's giving me a signal—it's right there."

Little Robert Tang Ning said this as he tapped out a string of coded phrases to the flight formation.

"BBHT → Bandit (hostile aircraft/ghost unit) → Break (sharp turn) → Hostile (enemy aircraft confirmed) → Tally (visual confirmation)"

At an altitude of 566 meters in unknown airspace, several targets appeared on the Yinglong 2A's airborne radar. They were much larger than birds—the elite troops stationed at Maling Pass. Every one of these flying soldiers was a Blood-giving Monster, with wings bestowed upon them and elixir protection.

The torrential rain soaked the feathers of these biological weapons. They flew slowly and low, circling the battlefield at 220 kilometers per hour. Every so often, one of the elite soldiers would spot a fire on the ground with the naked eye, then dive down to attack.

The moment the enemy aircraft's radar signal was identified, the HMD visors of every pilot in the Yinglong attack formation automatically marked the target numbers, relative speeds, and altitude coordinates, and assigned each pilot a target.

The Ax Peak Mountains stretched more than 470 kilometers from end to end. The territory looked vast and rich, but with support from the Foch aircraft carrier, the JF-17 Thunder fighter jets had more than enough range to cover the entire region.

The Yinglong formation spread out like a flower. Like hunters drawing their knives, they began seeking advantages in altitude and speed. There was no dogfight to speak of in an aerial hunt. This wasn't some evenly matched battle.

Compared to modern fighter jets, the flying ability of the Blood-giving Monsters was as pitiful and ridiculous as a human trying