Chapter 181: trap

"Olanke! There is a demon bat behind you! Get rid of it! Get rid of it!" Before Oaken was glad that he had hit the target, the shout of the wingman pilot Jack made his hair stand upright.

He didn't find the demon bat behind him, and because of his vision, he couldn't see the specific position of the demon bat behind him.

Therefore, before he could confirm whether he had shot down his target, he pulled his joystick to the left.

The p-51 Mustang fighter he was driving immediately began to turn to one side, and because of inertia, Orange felt that his body was leaning to the other side. If it wasn't for the seat belt to fix him in his position, maybe he is now leaning on the right side of the fighter cabin.

Turning in a dive is a maneuver with a lot of overload. Because the fighter's speed is getting faster and faster, the overload of this kind of action also becomes heavier and heavier.

However, it is also because the dive speed of the p-51 Mustang fighter is really too high, so when this fighter dives and suddenly turns, no enemy can catch up with it and continue firing.

"Very good! Very good! That **** demon can't catch up with you! Ready to climb! I have cut to the end of it, and I'm covering you!" Jack's encouragement made Orange feel good, and he seemed to be again I found the feeling I felt in school.

He rolled his plane two times to make sure that no enemies were chasing him before he began to climb at the fastest speed.

To be honest, the technical indicators of the p-51 Mustang fighter are already the pinnacle of piston fighters. The performance of this aircraft is very powerful, and it is not a state that animals can contend.

When he was climbing, Oaken was also observing the situation around him through the small cabin canopy.

When the altitude on the dashboard showed that he had recovered to an altitude of 7000 meters, he saw his wingman shot down the demon bat that had just chased him at an altitude of about 6000 meters.

This height is almost the limit that the demon bat can fly to. At this height, the speed of the demon bat will become very slow, and there is no way to turn flexibly.

Because of the thin air, these ancient creatures that were originally huge in size and depended on power to hunt for a living, at such a height that they hardly involve, their combat capabilities are simply zero.

They can only barely fly to an altitude of about 8,000 meters, but the Mustang fighter can easily fly at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Therefore, at an altitude of 7000 meters, the Mustang fighter can still maintain good combat performance, but the devil bat and the dragon knight are not enough.

Because someone controls and predicts his own abilities, dragon knights generally don't rise to this height and cause trouble for themselves. But demon bats will not do this. Their warlike and bloodthirsty heads are filled with the idea of ​​shredding the enemy. They will fly to the height they can fly desperately, and then become dull because of the thin air. .

"The number of them is increasing! This is an ambush!" Orange saw a dozen more demon bats rushing out of the distant clouds, so he reminded his wingman on the radio.

Jack drove his own plane and climbed to a relatively safe altitude. He also saw more and more demon bats, and exclaimed in surprise: "Hey! They set up ambushes! Obviously smarter! That's it!"

As the number of battles between the two sides gradually increased, the demons were also groping to adapt to the style of Ailan Hill's troops. Although the demons hadn't come up with any good methods to deal with Ailan Hill in a short period of time because of their own abilities, they did keep trying.

The terrible super bomb made the demon troops very jealous. Instead of concentrating their forces to launch large-scale assault operations, they began to send small forces to harass Ailan Hill's defense line.

Of course, this kind of mild harassment has also not achieved any effect. In comparison, Ailan Hill's troops are more afraid of the opponent's crowded tactics, constantly attacking their defensive positions.

As long as the opponent does not consume the ammunition of the Airanhill troops, the defense line of the Airanhill troops is stable.

"Jack! I'm above you! I'm above you! No matter how many they are, we will run out of ammunition and retreat! Anyway, they can't keep up with our speed! I started to dive and attack!" Over the radio, Orange said loudly Shouted, and then manipulated his plane to join the battle circle.

The engine roared, and Orange dived for the second time. This time, his thoughts were very clear, and he also knew clearly at which distance he should fire at the target more easily. Those trajectories that bend in the sky and have some unpredictable trajectories, he has already mastered the law.

"Tutu! Tutu!" During the dive, he shot a row of shells in advance from a long distance. These tracer bullets rushed into the bat colony, hitting a hapless person who had no time to escape.

"Pretty! Orange! I left you right! Get rid of them as much as possible!" The wingman pilot Jack said excitedly when he saw Orange's long-range shooting.

On the ground, on the line of defense stationed by Ailan Hill paratroopers, a paratrooper raised his head and looked at the distant sky, where planes were chasing and fighting with demon bats.

With the roar of the engine, soon a demon bat struggled to drag the scattered black blood droplets and fell from a height of several thousand meters.

Because of the distance, he couldn't see the details of the fallen demon bat, but he could already conclude that the fallen bat was dead.

Obviously, his guess is correct. The demon bat hit the ground from a height of several thousand meters, and immediately turned into a pile of pulpy pieces of meat. It didn't even make a roar before it broke into pieces.

The nearby devil dogs gathered and began to bite the pieces of meat on the ground. These low-level creatures without much intelligence, while eating the flesh and blood of high-level demons, were enjoying a rare happy time.

"Those demons who are not afraid of death, when will they recognize reality and know the gap between themselves and us?" Another paratrooper looked up at the sky and snorted coldly on the Boer River position that had been reinforced with sandbags.

"If they recognize the reality, then they should go back to the eye of magic and let us go home quickly." In the trench, a paratrooper who was holding a weapon and didn't want to look up at the excitement reluctantly said.

No one doesn't want their own home, their wives and naughty children, these beautiful things make every Ailan Hill soldier worry about. But when they came here and fought desperately against the devil, they knew that those distant beauty actually needed someone to guard.

In the distant sky, the two p-51 Mustang fighters that were flying together began to disperse, and then swooped down from a higher place, biting the scattered demon bats, and firing at very close distances. Shoot down the opponent.

In the face of absolute strength, any trap seems to be useless. Although there are many demon bats, they cannot organize effective attacks at all.

As the battle progressed, more and more Ailan Hill fighters came from afar. After all, they were guided by ground radar, so they could know the battlefield situation faster.

The Orange in the sky finally seized the opportunity, and was working hard to use his machine head to aim at the demon bat swaying from left to right in the distance.

No one was willing to be shot down by the enemy, so the demon bat that was being eyed by Oak was also trying his best to get rid of the entanglement of the p-51 Mustang fighter. It is a pity that it is obviously very difficult to get rid of an advanced piston fighter with good handling performance.

The feeling of flying the more powerful p-51 Mustang fighter jet in the sky made Oakland extremely happy. He loves this feeling, loves this elegant war.

"Tutu! Tutu!" After finding an angle that he thought was appropriate, Orange once again squeezed the firing trigger and let his tracer rush toward the target registered by the sight.

The locked demon bat began to turn to the left to avoid it. But the cannonball seemed to be faster, leaving two **** holes in the opponent's meat wings.

Obviously these two blood holes are not enough to make this demon bat fall, because these demon bats originally had many holes on the fleshy wing diaphragm, so the new scars only caused the opponent to scream twice and fell. It's a distance.

These terrifying-looking creatures rely on their barbaric instincts to make the most correct choice when they are very dangerous, but more often, their choices are not as fast as cannonballs.

Because of the absolute advantage in speed, after losing an opportunity to attack, Orange once again recovered his initiative.

He circled a big circle, and then seized the attacking position again, preparing to continue attacking the wounded demon bat.

The opponent swooped down and seemed to hope that Orange would give up chasing it down. It's a pity that Orange has already identified the target and has no intention of changing it.

The tracer shell pierced the sky, and the slightly curved trajectory rushed to the target not far away. Then the shells of these aerial cannons hit the body of the demon bat sturdily, leaving a row of bleeding on it. Bullet holes.

The demon bat that was hit suddenly decelerated, and Orange's plane rushed forward. However, at the moment when the two sides passed by, he still saw the hideous wound on the body of this demon bat.

Before he had time to confirm his own results, Oak subconsciously began to climb, regaining his high advantage.

But in his headset, the shout of the wingman pilot Jack still let him know that he did a good job just now: "Good job! Orange! You hit it!"——

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