Two Hundred and Sixty-One Blood Sky

In the cockpit of the MiG-21, the pilots of the Hunter Force wore heavy new helmets and looked at the radar screen on the instrument panel, the light spots that were dancing wildly.

"Prepare to launch a missile! Lock on the target! Open the insurance!" In the two fighter jets, the pilots programmatically confirmed a series of passwords, and then opened the transparent flip on the joystick.

They pressed their fingers on the launch button and pointed their nose at the raging dragon ahead: "Aim for the easiest targets to hit! Kill the dragon first!"

Radar-guided sparrow missiles are indeed the most suitable choice for dealing with huge dragons that are not fast flying. It is also very easy to find those dragons with huge reflective masks on the radar screen.

"Target locked! Launch the missile! Keep the radar illuminated! Keep the radar illuminated!" After pressing the launch button, the two MiG fighter jets swept across the theater in tandem, and the two Sparrow missiles were also guided by the radar. Extremely fast speed to the target.

The giant dragon also found these little sparrows that were rushing towards it to trouble it. It suddenly changed its flight direction in the sky, trying to avoid these missiles that were heading straight for it. As a result, it sadly found that these missiles adjusted their flight paths according to its flight direction.

In a tiny arc in the sky, two missiles slammed into the dragon's magic barrier one after the other, and the huge explosion pierced through these magic barriers, leaving an unhealable patch on the dragon's body. Wound.

Blood scattered into the sky along with these wounds, and the dragon screamed and dropped its height. The two MiG-21 fighter jets turned around again to kill, and locked the injured dragon again.

For a fighter pilot, it is better to cut off one of his fingers than to injure his ten fingers, and it is a basic fighting principle to take advantage of his illness to kill him. Shooting down such a huge fire dragon is a great honor for everyone, and it can also quickly relieve the pressure on the front line.

The two fighter jets rushed towards the target one after the other, and as a result, a huge fireball flew from the side of a MiG-21 fighter jet.

Discovering the dangerous wingman, the pilot immediately drove the MiG-21 to roll and change the line. The fireball technique rubbed the wing of the MiG fighter and flew over. A high-level magician of the puppet empire rushed from a distance and seemed to want to Protect the wounded dragon.

The MiG-21 with the missile mounted did not give up the opportunity to chase down the dragon. The lead pilot ignored the attacked wingman and fired a Sparrow missile again.

The missile still accurately hit the poor dragon that had already fallen.

"Captain Captain! There's a magician behind you! He's trying to attack you! He's trying to attack you!" The wingman's prompt sound came, and the pilot of the lead plane also felt the threat behind him, and immediately began to accelerate and climb.

The magician who followed him was chasing after him, and his speed was also increasing little by little. However, the distance between the two sides opened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even if the MiG-21 fighter did not use afterburner, it would be much faster than the magician's flight speed.

"How can these damn mortals fly so fast?" The magician who tightly bit the MiG-21 fighter jet complained through gritted teeth while watching the enemy plane he was chasing fly farther and farther.

He waved and used a fireball technique, but he found that the speed of the fireball technique was really too slow for the fighter - the opponent calmly avoided his attack and pulled the distance to the point where he couldn't launch an attack. .

Flying purely in the sky, he is already the fastest among many magicians, but when faced with the flying machines developed by these mortals, he still found himself powerless.

Not only when he was chasing Ailan Hill's fighter jets, but even when he was chasing after the shock-electric fighter jets made by the puppet empire, he also felt powerless. Simply relying on his own body, he still has no way to compete with these machines.

In another space,

The two arriving MiG-21 fighter jets also fired air-to-air missiles, but their luck was not so good.

The hit rate of the sparrow missiles is actually not very high. The two missiles did not hit the dragon due to a malfunction. The two missiles launched for the second time flew towards the dragon, but they were sent to Zai Yuan by the dragon's breath. destroyed at a distance.

Some dragons avoid the incoming air-to-air missiles by feeling, and some dragons are more irritable. They will breathe flames at the missiles that attack themselves. At this time, the shortcomings of air-to-air missiles are exposed.

Air-to-air missiles are slower and easier to destroy than anti-aircraft artillery shells. The advantages are not without, in comparison, the missile hit rate is still very high, and the damage ability is also quite strong.

You come and go on the battlefield in the air, and the battlefield on the ground is equally fierce. Just when the soldiers of the puppet empire thought they were about to penetrate the opponent's defense line, the reserves of the 1st Armored Division stepped forward.

Dozens of tanks braved all kinds of magic and artillery fire, lined up behind the position of Alan Hill.

The magic defense barrier has been lit up in front of these M4 tanks, and the slender barrels point majestically at the phalanx formed by the soldiers of the advancing puppet empire.

A tank gun spewed white smoke, and the shells directly penetrated the magic defense barrier of the puppet empire and hit the soldiers wearing heavy armor. With just one salvo, the puppet empire's phalanx of soldiers was slightly messed up.

Then, the tanks rolled their tracks and began to move forward little by little. Behind these tanks, countless Alan Hill soldiers carried bayonets and shouted slogans as they walked towards their enemy step by step.

Among the crowds in the mountains and plains, the ZSU-25-4 anti-aircraft vehicle raised its gun barrel and poured ammunition at the high-level magician of the puppet empire who kept dodging in the sky. There are more ZSU-57-2 artillery, also strafing desperately.

Accompanied by the charge of the infantry, there are dozens of armored vehicles, and above the heads of countless soldiers, a carpet bombing formation composed of B-17 bombers swept the battlefield densely. The 20mm caliber guns they are equipped with are strafing all visible targets, and the places on the ground where they pass by the presence of the enemy immediately become a mess.

One by one bombs were dropped on the positions of the magic soldiers of the puppet empire. In the huge explosion, those once thick magic defense barriers were shaking, trembling, and collapsing.

Amid the thick smoke and explosions, countless soldiers of the Magic Empire fell in a pool of blood, and countless puppet soldiers turned into broken parts. A huge aerial bomb exploded in the crowd, and the black smoke that was set off enveloped the entire battlefield.

The fireball thrown by the magician in the air hit a B-17 bomber. The magical defense barrier on the plane was instantly penetrated, and the entire plane immediately burned into a ball of fire.

The gigantic, four-engine bomber crashed from the sky and crashed into the crowd of puppet soldiers, smashing a clearing through a puppet phalanx like a lawnmower.

Then, at the end of this clearing, the B-17 bomber exploded, blasting all the surrounding puppets into the sky.

A magician of the puppet empire interspersed among the swarms of B-17 bombers, dodging many tracer bullets fired at him, waved and threw two huge stones, directly smashing the two B-17 bombers.

He descended like a god, and then drew out a huge magic circle, spewing countless fireballs, and shot down several B-17 bombers by himself. However, among nearly a hundred bombers, his efforts still seemed too small.

More B-17 bombers appeared in the sky, and these strategic bombers opened their bomb bays one after another and threw the aerial bombs mounted in them on the head of the follow-up troops of the puppet empire.

The sorcerers flying on the front lines had to raise their heads and look up at the heights that they couldn't even fly. Although they can attack the B-17 bomber group passing by at a low altitude, there is really no way to take the enemy at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The puppet magician clenched his fists, stared at the swarms of bombers, and ordered loudly: "Let the shock fighter units take off to fight! Where are they? Why haven't they come yet?"

Far away from him, a magician heard his cry, flew over quickly, hovered beside him and said, "Our airport was destroyed by them! Their bombers are very powerful, and the escorting fighter jets are better than Our planes are strong, so most of the airports on the front line were bombed!"

"It's been a few days, haven't it been repaired?" Worried that his troops were being consumed like this, the magician asked.

"Part of it has been repaired, and there are not many planes that can take off... Just wait, maybe our plane will appear soon."

"Okay!" The puppet empire magician, who knew that it was useless to be anxious, snorted coldly and gave an order: "Don't care about those bombers! Concentrate your strength and tear apart the opponent's ground defense!"

As far as he could see, another magician was hit by an anti-aircraft missile and fell from the sky with a magical defense barrier. Farther away, a giant dragon struggled and fell under the fire, hitting the ground directly, and it seemed that it was impossible to live again.

The magician standing beside him responded: "We are working hard...but the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery is too fierce, more accurate than ours...It should be radar technology that we have heard of but haven't stolen! Damn these How can the mortals come up with so many strange and strange things?"

With a wave of his hand, he blocked a row of tracer bullets with the magical defense barrier, and the magician in the lead who had just given the order snarled: "If you want to talk about me, if you try to lose 100 high-level magicians, you should also kill that damn Emperor Alan Hill. Kill first!"