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"Press this... Right! Down! There’s a rope below, you need to grab it!" In a room in Chang’an, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was nervously staring at the flickering screen, giving instructions to his friend who was operating the character.
Behind him, another boy was equally nervous, staring unblinkingly at the ga character climbing over obstacles, seemingly completely imrsed in the ga. Because he was overly focused, he even forgot to put the grapes he was holding into his mouth.
"Be careful! You died here last ti!" Another child had his hands tightly clenched into fists, as if he himself was controlling the character.
"Don’t talk..." The boy controlling the character with the mouse and keyboard to dodge monster attacks had failed here several tis before. This ti, he was very focused, and even his reprimand contained an absent-minded tone.
His body unconsciously tilted with the in-ga character’s movents, muttering strategy tips from a book: "To the left... Jump three tis... It’s lunging... Dodge... Big jump!"
Finally, his character jumped onto the rope, evading the monster chasing behind, and the room was instantly filled with excited cheers from several boys.
"Damn! Made it! Made it! Aweso!" The child who hadn’t eaten the grapes raised his hands high, as if he himself had completed the ga.
"That’s so cool! I knew you could do it! Wang Lei, you’re amazing!" The other friends who were just tense joined in the excited shouts.
"Piece of cake!" Wang Lei, who was very nervous just a mont ago, sat in front of the computer, wiping the sweat from his forehead while bragging about his skills.
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The Tang Army pilot, whose entire face was covered by an oxygen mask communicator and sun shielding lenses, spotted the Dorne fighter jet approaching their Early Warning Aircraft, and apparently, the opponent also saw them, beginning to ascend after realizing their altitude advantage.
The opponent clearly did not have very good maneuverability, so raising altitude to 8000 ters wasn’t particularly easy, and thus the Tang Army pilot decided to wait for the other side.
"Howler God 07! Howler God 07! Please pause electromagnetic suppression on the opponent’s communication channel..." During the wait, Cleaner 1’s leader pilot contacted their Electronic Warfare Aircraft.
Upon receiving feedback, he adjusted his communication equipnt and tuned into the opponent’s communication channel, cautiously probing, "We are Great Tang Empire Air Force! We are Great Tang Empire Air Force! Dorne pilot, your actions are very dangerous! Dorne pilot! Your actions are very dangerous! State your intentions! State your intentions!"
"Dorne pilot! Dorne pilot! You are negotiating with us! For... Damn, what’s that thing?" Inside another Yinglong fighter jet cockpit, the wingman pilot noticed his infrared warning device seed to react to sothing.
"Their aircraft seems to have infrared equipnt!" Cleaner 1 also noticed that his plane’s infrared warning system reacted, frowning at the accelerating Peidao coming towards them.
Almost instinctively, his thumb flipped open the safety on his control stick, his other hand placed on the engine thrust lever: "Hostile approach! Prepare to fire!"
"Cleaner 2 understands!" The wingman pilot behind him also beca furious; if they truly wanted to act, they would’ve fired Missiles from 100 kiloters away, not waited until now! The opponent was being disrespectful, practically challenging their dignity!
"Warning! You are locked-on! Warning! You are locked-on!" As expected, the infrared warning system issued an alert, a warning sound unfamiliar to Tang Army pilots.
They had never heard such sounds on the actual battlefield, if not during Air Force troops exercises and training, they would not even know how to handle this sound.
However, as they often got taken out in competitions and exercises like this, muscle mory instinctively led them to reach for the decoy flare switch.
"Scatter! Scatter! Evasion formation! Maintain mobility! Lock him!" Clearly, the leader’s voice had changed, he only sounds this tense when rehearsing with allied forces.
The sudden increase in g-forces made them uncomfortable, but they completed their technical maneuvers vigilantly. Inside the bumpy cockpit, the two pilots executed large-angle maneuvers while glaring at the distant enemy aircraft through the canopy.
Two Yinglong jets swiftly diverged almost in the next second, like flowers blooming in the sky, veering left and right to avoid the Peidao’s flight path.
Imdiately afterwards, the tail of both planes started ejecting flare after flare, bursting with fiery light, covering the aircraft’s trajectory from left to right.
Two incoming white smoke trails clumsily turned in the sky; they were combat Missiles launched by the Peidao fighter jet. Compared to the nimble Yinglong fighter jets, these missile trajectories resembled aged individuals with stiff, graceless moves.
After all, this thing was a crude imitation, its processing precision was at that level, the guidance head was terribly rough beyond words.
Two seconds later, a Dorne imitation infrared combat Missile chased after the flares ejected by Yinglong fighter jet, its guidance head lacked any anti-jamming functionality, easily deceived.
The other missile was particularly laughable, as it chased Yinglong fighter lifting its head, it locked onto a much larger heat source—the sun. In the astonished gaze of Tang Army pilots, it shot heavenward, mimicking Kua Fu’s chase.
With the alert lifted, utilizing unparalleled mobility in the sky, Cleaner 1’s pilot furious pointed his plane’s nose at the Peidao fighter jet that audaciously initiated the attack.
Without any hesitation, the mont he had lock-on, he imdiately pulled the trigger—no, he did not fire combat Missiles, but used side-mounted cannons to directly target the opponent. As the nose pointed at the target, crossing the opponent’s trajectory, the ballistic computer-equipped sights locked onto the target.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!" Responding to his call, the extrely fast machine cannon instantly spewed dozens of cannon shells. These tracer bullets swung into a beautiful arc in the sky due to the maneuver, covering the Peidao fighter jet’s path.
As if intentionally crashing into the airborne shells, the Peidao fighter jet was instantaneously riddled by the cannon fire. Also executing large-angle overloaded maneuvers, airflow tore through its compromised structure instantaneously, ripping open its already damaged skin...
In roughly a second, the Peidao broke apart in the sky, quickly exploding into a burning fla.
"That bastard..." Watching the ever-descending flas towards the ground, Cleaner 1 fighter jet pilot cursed after adjusting his flight posture with lingering fears.
"For god’s sake... What kind of lunatic did we run into!" The wingman pilot also encountered for the first ti a situation where enemy missiles were genuinely fired at him, similarly panting and complaining: "They actually have combat Missiles! Damn!"
"Spark Point 2! Spark Point 2! Calling Spark Point 2! We encountered so issues here." Leader Cleaner 1 pilot pressed the communicator, realizing halfway he still used the enemy communication channel: "Damn it! What the hell!"
He frantically changed channels, then reported the circumstances he experienced to his superiors.
At this ti, many people on the ground in Dorne heard the conversation about their plane being shot down on the barely restored communication channel.
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Health improving, resuming updates.
Also recomnding a new book "I Imprint Ghost Seal to Suppress Hundred Ghosts" for friends...
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