"Who still has ammunition?"
Out of ammunition and desperate, Major Chekhov yelled on the communication channel. His MiG-28 Jet Fighter's ammunition reserve was even smaller than that of the "Big Mouth Monster." No matter how much he tried to conserve, he had still run out of the last bit of machine gun bullets.
If, if he just had one more combat bomb, Chekhov was confident he could shoot down the last opponent from the sky.
Then he could join hands with other comrades and further expand their victories.
"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios glanced at her ammunition counter and said, "I have 20 machine gun bullets left!"
Her Aircraft No. 212 was constantly entangled in a dogfight with an enemy aircraft.
Luckily, the "Big Mouth Monster" had strong endurance. Even without carrying extra fuel tanks, it could still last a long ti in the sky.
Both sides, possessing only the strength for a last strike, coincidentally chose not to fire unless a sure shot was assured, reluctant to expend their last bit of ammunition.
At this mont, true is false and false becos true.
Both friends and foes assud each other as the last strike, chasing and evading each other in the sky in a deadlock.
"I, I still have one missile, that guy is too cunning!"
Besides the squadron leader "Peanut Butter" Major Chekhov, deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios, and the indestructible rookie Chen Fei, the only remaining fourth pilot in the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron was "Miso" Yamada Yuhu, who was furiously chasing his opponent, trying to lock on and send him off with the last missile.
Who would have thought that a pilot from the "Scavenger" Squad would last till the end?
"I have got a crowbar, who wants it?"
Chen Fei looked down at the Physics Holy Sword pressed against his leg. This thing was incredibly effective.
Two enemy aircraft, one on the left and one on the right, were trailing behind him, seeking the best opportunity to attack, not daring to get too close anymore.
Chekhov Big Bear: "..."
He had long realized that this rookie was increasingly defiant, practically becoming a thorn in the side of the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron.
Suddenly, several blue streaks appeared outside the cockpit, the closest one coming less than half a ter from Chen Fei's head.
He quickly pushed the control stick, pushing the throttle all the way forward; the "Big Mouth Monster" suddenly dove into a breaking S dive, and more than ten tracer bullets almost whooshed past its tail.
As soon as the maneuver finished, the aircraft leveled out, and Chen Fei imdiately pulled back hard on the control stick, causing the "Big Mouth Monster" to pitch up sharply.
The two enemy aircraft that missed their attack quickly followed, the lead aircraft No. 211 climbed over a hundred ters, then continued with a backward sorsault, executing a flawless tumble maneuver.
Although the two enemy "Big Mouth Monsters" attempted to maintain their advantageous six o'clock firing position, Chen Fei did not play along. With a breaking S followed by a tumble, Aircraft No.
211 suddenly closed the distance, forcibly cutting into formation, swiftly approaching one of the enemy aircraft from the right side while gradually lowering its landing gear and the fuselage fiercely turning left at full speed and the landing gear on the underside of the left wing brutally crashing into the other's cockpit canopy.
The opponent was still overcoming the aftermath of a high-overload maneuver, unable to move for a mont as a shadow lood over, they could only turn their heads, watching helplessly as a huge tire approached the cockpit canopy.
It was instantly verified whether the aircraft's landing gear or the cockpit canopy was harder.
The "Big Mouth Monster" had a dry weight of 3 tons, and Chen Fei's Aircraft No. 211 at that mont, even without any ammunition load and reduced weight from the shattered cockpit canopy glass, still weighed at least 3.1 tons with the remaining fuel.
Now, all this weight was concentrated on one of the three wheels, then irresistibly slamd down on the other "Big Mouth Monster's" cockpit canopy, as if it had been cruelly run over by a tank's armor track… The entire cockpit area was instantly flattened.
The inside of the shattered glass turned a vivid red, as if sprayed with a layer of red paint.
System: Ding! Enemy pilots killed four/five (firearms not used), Energy Points 500!
"Holy shit!~"
The other "Big Mouth Monster" cockpit, both the pilot in the front and back seats witnessed this unbelievable scene, unable to suppress a soul-deep, trembling scream.
"There's one more!"
Chen Fei swung the control stick. Aircraft No. 211, unable to retract the landing gear in ti, tangled up the opponent that was too slow to escape in a barrel roll maneuver.
Cockpit against cockpit…
The enemy aircraft stared into "The Abyss," and "The Abyss" stared back at them.
Chen Fei suddenly pulled the ejection handle between his legs.
Previously, he had triggered the rear seat's ejection using the crowbar. His front seat could still eject normally.
Following the "Big Mouth Monster's" standard ejection sequence, where the rear seat ejects first, followed by the front, this rookie had leveraged this rule as a weapon to shoot down the enemy aircraft.
Who says you can't kill without a gun head, at least the ejection seat base has a micro-rocket thruster, indeed a rocket without a combat unit (warhead).
The thirty-plus ters between the two cockpits closed almost instantaneously.
Crack!~
The enemy cockpit canopy emitted a snap as a silver crowbar brutally smashed a hole, hooking onto the cross fra directly in the middle.
A face bearing a harmless smile pressed against the cockpit cover, peering inside, still strapped to the ejection seat.
This sudden scare was indeed frightening!
"Ghost!~~~~~~~~"
"God!~~~~~~~~~"
The pilot and co-pilot in the cockpit were directly scared to the point of peeing themselves, was the guy outside crazy?
Daring to play a mid-air leap?
Of course not crazy, he was still wearing a parachute!
Chen Fei reached through the hole made by the crowbar, grabbed onto the cockpit canopy's cross fra, and swung the crowbar down hard.
Indeed, there were no bullets, but there was enough strength.
With a smack, a crack about a foot square imdiately appeared on the top of the cockpit canopy's glass.
Then another hit followed.
The canopy itself had already been opened with a fist-sized hole, imdiately reducing its overall integrity. Before the fourth blow was delivered, the entire cockpit canopy finally shattered.
The crowbar was made of white steel, a high-strength steel also known as high-speed steel, making smashing glass feel like child's play.
With the windshield gone, the entire cockpit lay fully exposed before Chen Fei, utterly defenseless.
"Get down, get down!"
The frightened pilot in the front seat of the cockpit frantically pushed the stick, the aircraft executing insane maneuvers, trying to shake off the audacious intruder.
One heavy hit with the silver crowbar to his head, just one, and the "Big Mouth Monster" slowly steadied itself automatically.
If the problem couldn't be resolved, could the creator of the problem not be dealt with?
As long as there was fuel and no malfunctions, it could continue to fly "unmanned" automatically.
Turning his head, Chen Fei just happened to see the rear seat pilot stealthily reaching for the ejection handle. Their eyes t, and boom!
The Physics Holy Sword did not stop its motion, striking with a dull thud that would have cracked his skull open had it not been for the high-strength aviation helt.
System: Ding! A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft detected, tallic materials 2.1 tons, absorption: Yes/No|?
Uh!~
Of course... Yes!
The "Big Mouth Monster," stubbornly clutched by Chen Fei, began to tremble violently. The engine stopped roaring, and the body's surface was covered in cracks, rapidly shrinking and contracting.
Monts later, the entire turboprop aircraft turned into a pile of non-tallic materials, splintering in mid-air. Along with the two unconscious pilots, they were swept away by the raging wind. The seats, stripped of all tal components, naturally lacked ejection functionality. Whether the parachutes could deploy successfully was probably only known to God.
A parachute blossod slowly in mid-air, as Chen Fei hung underneath it, beginning to tally his gains.
System: Ding! Absorbed one A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft (missing non-tallic parts), composition ratio: Aluminum 72%, Titanium 9%, Iron 6%, Copper 5%, Chromium 4.5%, Magnesium 2%...
System: Ding! Energy Points 2!
Energy Points: 297/5000
System: Ding! Enemy pilots killed: six out of five (no firearms used), gain energy points 500!
Energy Points: 797/5000
Chen Fei paused, imdiately understanding what had happened.
It appeared that the two pilots were unlucky, their parachutes had failed to deploy, and they were fatally crashed.
My Skills:
Physical Evolution Database (102), categories: Cold Weapons (7), Tools (95)/managent...
Managent...
Create new category "Parts," include A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop attack aircraft, parts disassembled!
System: Allocation completed, "Parts" increased by 2,735,214 items
Chen Fei's mind suddenly filled with the image of a "Big Mouth Monster," though it was not a complete aircraft, missing many parts.
Many non-tallic parts were not absorbed and thus were excluded by the system, which resulted in many gaps, otherwise, the number would have been even higher.
Even so, every detail was crystal clear, as if it were real.
He imdiately began cross-referencing with the technical manual, and sure enough, no tal part was missing.
"Reorganize!"
With millions of parts, just searching would be a challenge, but luckily he was familiar with several thick technical manuals. Chen Fei promptly reorganized so parts according to modular assemblies, combining many parts together and naming them uniformly, exactly like the classifications in the manual.
As a result, the number of parts items imdiately decreased significantly, and each item also had added remarks.
Physical Evolution Database (102), categories: Cold Weapons (7), Tools (95), Parts (339)/managent...
This ant that if the "Big Mouth Monster" ever missed a part, Chen Fei could conjure it up out of thin air to fill in temporarily.
If one were to expand their thinking a bit, Emmm... Wouldn't the original Chekhov Big Bear's factory-issue AK have a solution now?
Chen Fei's mood imdiately improved.
"'Genuine Fragrance' Squadron, return to base, man-portable air defense missiles are ready!"
The voice of the female executive manager suddenly sounded on the communication channel.
In the midst of an unprecedentedly large free-for-all, Aircrew Base 911 still couldn't escape unscathed. Ground-based radar suffered strikes and could no longer enhance the combat capabilities of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron.
At the sa ti, the dense formation of air defense firepower systems and missiles were all destroyed. Even two spare "Big Mouth Monsters" acting temporarily as mobile air defense missile launchers were successively blown up. Luckily, the chanics operating within the cockpits escaped quickly, or they would have also faced a calamity.
After so preparations, the female executive manager Hanna Gagel organized a team of veterans, shouldering man-portable air defense missiles, temporarily setting up a ground trap for the few remaining fighters of the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron.
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