Dragoon fighter

"Uh!~"

Russell slowly opened his heavy eyelids and let out a groan. His breathing suddenly became heavier, and along with a few coughs, his consciousness began to clear up.

"Hey! Someone is awake, it's the pilot."

"Quick, give him some water!"

A soft tube was inserted shallowly into his mouth, and a cool liquid with a hint of sweetness gurgled out, causing Russell to involuntarily lick the tube and suck greedily.

These liquids are like magic water full of magical vitality. The burning thirst that occupied the mouth is gradually suppressed, and strength is once again generated from the inside of the body bit by bit.

The world in front of him quickly became clear. Not far away, he saw rows of fixed seats pressed under broken cement blocks. It was a very common auditorium design. He seemed to be lying in a theater.

The theater seemed to have been opened by something. More than half of the tall dome collapsed. Even though the light was dim, one could still see the nightmare-like swirling black clouds outside the dome with the skylight open.

Some memories came to mind.

The fighter jet was hit and the cockpit was surrounded by flames. It seemed that he successfully ejected in time.

It was quite dangerous to land in a city with complex environment at night, but I managed to survive.

My 911 brigade, Russell's heart suddenly tightened as he thought about this.

In his last memory before ejection, he only knew that there were only two wingmen left beside his car, one on the left and one on the right. He didn't know if they had waited for the 912 and 913 groups, maybe...

"Uncle, are you feeling better?"

A sweet child's voice interrupted Russell's chaotic thoughts. Only then did he notice that a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old was sitting on her knees next to him, holding a bag of glucose injection night in her hand. The other end of the connected infusion tube was inserted into his mouth.

It was she who brought her the cool and life-saving water of life.

The little red plaid suit he wore was dirty, torn, and dusty. Although there was a bit of fatigue on his face, he still had a pair of big eyes open. In Russell's eyes, he was still as cute as a little angel.

"Uh, okay, that's better. Give me the stuff so I can sit up."

It turned out to be a child taking care of him. As a soldier, Russell blushed and struggled to sit up.

The theater seemed to have become a refuge. There were many civilians sitting or lying on the stage, including men and women, old and young. They should be people who had not had time to evacuate the city and people who had been rescued from the city that had turned into a battlefield. Russell was just one of the many wounded. one of the.

Some armed soldiers were guarding the entrance and exit of the theater. They should be a small force that had successfully entered the city and were protecting the civilians staying here to avoid the war. They didn't know what the fighting was like outside.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the military has not yet recaptured the city.

Many people still have a look of fear and uneasiness on their faces. Like a frightened rabbit, he would be startled by the gunshots and explosions coming from outside at any time and almost jump up.

More people looked numb and confused. In less than 24 hours, they experienced life and death many times.

Before then, I'm afraid. No one had ever thought that war would be so close to their peaceful and stable life, suddenly breaking out without warning.

On a stage that was once full of dreams and art, only a group of girls wearing the same red plaid suits were still busy.

Although they don't have to do anything at all. But these children are still working hard to provide their own strength and make people who are experiencing disasters feel a touch of human warmth.

Gunshots and explosions were heard from time to time outside. and the terrible roar of wild beasts.

This bustling big city seems to have completely fallen.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Mom. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A sobbing and crying voice suddenly sounded among the civilians on the stage, but it was like a small hammer, hitting the fragile hearts of many people.

It was like a handful of salt was suddenly sprinkled on the torn wound. A small stone fell into the pond, and soon a second cry and a third cry sounded...

The mournful voice quickly spread, and more and more civilians shed tears involuntarily and joined the crying ranks.

"The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the victory songs are so loud; singing our dear motherland, we will become prosperous and strong from now on..."

A pure child's voice with a hint of hoarseness suddenly rang out amid the cries. It was slow and exciting, and the song full of positive meaning penetrated everyone's ears softly but extremely firmly.

Russell couldn't help but widen his eyes and saw that the girl wearing a red plaid suit next to him had stood in front of the stage at some point, facing the collapsed and dilapidated auditorium, standing upright as if he was He was performing on stage in a packed theater.

There are no lights, no accompaniment, and no audience. On this dusty stage, the children's voices singing a cappella gradually overwhelm the cries as if they have magic power. More and more civilians are watching with wide eyes like the pilot Russell. The girl who seemed to be singing without emotion.

"...the vast and beautiful land is our dear hometown..."

Another girl in a red plaid suit joined the singing, and then more girls joined in. They were originally a group, and they seemed to have forgotten everything at this moment, making up for the sacred performance that should have been on this stage last night. Choral performance.

"The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the victory songs are so loud; singing our dear motherland, we will become prosperous and strong from now on..."

Unaware that he was like everyone else, Russell involuntarily joined in the singing.

There is no crying, no sadness, no fear, piety and selflessness, only hope for a better future.

At this moment, almost nothing in the world can defeat them.

"...We are hardworking, we are brave, independence and freedom are our ideals; we have overcome so many hardships to achieve today's liberation! We love peace, we love our hometown. Anyone who dares to invade us will be killed!" ....."

Soldiers, civilians. Old people, young people, men, and women, as long as they can make a sound, the songs praising the strength and prosperity of the motherland will last forever in this dilapidated theater...

Earth coordinates: 12°30′36″ north latitude, 53°55′12″ east longitude.

Socotra Island.

Helena, the advance captain of the Third Era, suddenly stopped laughing hysterically. The release of her long-suppressed emotions slowed her reaction by half a beat, and then she became aware of the abnormalities of the war tribesmen and intelligent robots around her.

Quiet. It's a bit too quiet. Others are not admiring her laughing wildly alone, but...

Like facing a formidable enemy!

That's right!

Although there are no expressions on the rigid iron faces of those intelligent robots, it can be seen from the extra cautious and cautious movements and demeanor of the War clan people that they seem to be on guard against some kind of terrifying existence.

What was it that was so terrible that they reacted like this?

Following the gazes of the robots and warriors from the War clan, Helena saw that they were staring at the still-burning wreckage of the fighter jet. There was a large circle around the crash point, and no intelligent robot or warrior from the clan was approaching.

What happened to this world?

She suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Is a dead person really so terrible?

Could there be ghosts coming out of the burned remains to cause trouble?

The Zhan tribesmen who are fearless seem to have a false reputation.

Click! ~Squeaky…

A series of harsh noises came from the wreckage of the fighter jet wrapped in flames, which made the beautiful blonde captain of the Third Age civilization shrink slightly.

This guy is really going to cause trouble even if he is dead!

No. wrong!

Helena, who regained her rationality and calmness, noticed something unusual.

There was a loud noise, and a strange figure suddenly appeared in the blazing flames.

No struggling, no screaming, ignoring the thousands of degrees of heat. It exudes a frightening aura and stands tall.

As if a bloodthirsty Shura came from hell, he emerged from the fire unhurriedly.

The whole body was covered in dark armor from head to toe. It fits perfectly, and is also very consistent with violent aesthetics and ergonomic design. It is unassuming but contains terrible aggression.

This is not the common anti-overload clothing for sky knights at all, but a heavy armor that is truly suitable for fighting on the battlefield.

The thick black armor on the opponent's body and the way he appeared gave the Third Era advance team and the war clan soldiers a great visual shock.

This guy is not dead? !

Helena shuddered. Keep an eye on that guy.

The hands of the surrounding Zhan clan members holding their weapons involuntarily tightened a little. The experience accumulated from years of martial arts training and life-and-death fights gave them an inexplicable feeling of being targeted by a terrifying beast.

This is a wonderful premonition of crisis that only warriors who have experienced walking on the edge of life and death many times can have.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Helena suddenly broke the extremely oppressive silence and laughed loudly again.

But after laughing for a few times, she stared fiercely at the warrior who walked out of the flames again, and said word by word: "So what if you can survive? This is my territory. Without fighter jets, how can you still survive?" Can it change the world?"

"Yeah?"

Lin Mo tilted his head and looked at this madman-like woman. His voice was automatically amplified by the "Dragon General" tactical helmet and could still be heard clearly even from dozens of meters away.

"You are only one person, but I have a large number of people here. What can you do to me without fighter jets? There are so many fighters here, even if they pile up, they can kill you. I suggest you surrender. "

Helena raised her chin proudly, with no trace of fear in her body.

She has investigated the death of the advance team member Balulaka and the martial arts elder Orik. Maybe one or two masters of the war clan cannot kill him, but what will happen if ten, twenty, thirty or even more are killed? Sample?

On this island, there are at least four hundred Zhan clan members at her disposal, and there are twenty top Zhan clan masters who have reached the elder level of inherited martial arts. It is almost impossible to imagine how powerful this force is.

A Sky Knight without a fighter jet is like a Sky Knight with his limbs cut off. Isn’t he just at the mercy of others? !

At least in Helena's eyes, there was no difference between the other party and a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Haha, who told you that without the fighter jets, I would be the only one left?"

Lin Mo looked at this stupid woman with a sneer.

"Then you can conjure up another fighter jet for me."

Helena had a look of ridicule on her face. The other party's pretense of calmness was just to cover up her own weakness. It would be better to simply admit defeat and surrender on the spot, so that she could think more highly of the other party.

"You forgot what my flight code is!"

Lin Mo knew that his flight code name could never be concealed from the other party. Whether it was through "Adam" or other means, the Third Age civilization could easily obtain some of his information.

"Do you really think that by taking the code name of a dragon knight, you really think that you are a real dragon knight? Haha, then, the respected dragon knight, call your dragon!"

Helena felt that she thought too highly of this mysterious guy, who actually used this method to stay alive and delay time to wait for reinforcements.

There is a saying in the world: If you don’t seek death, you won’t die!

"So......"

The dragon knight's tone was also full of sarcasm.

.(To be continued...)