Dragoon fighter

The C-135 reconnaissance plane immediately lost its balance in the cabin, and the unfixed bits and pieces fell to the ground, and screams filled the entire cabin.

The crew members were all technicians who had never experienced actual combat. Under such high-intensity maneuvers, they screamed in fright, thinking that the plane would crash.

The captain, Major Mierry Beale, had a livid face, biting his mouth to resist the overload, and said nothing.

"Young man, play with me!" Lin Mo, who was driving the P-51 "Mustang", pulled the joystick sharply, raised his head and quickly climbed more than ten meters, narrowly avoiding the RC-135's wing scraping from under his belly.

Gu Gu Gu Gu...

Two tongues of flame woven from meter-caliber bullets shot out and passed almost five meters in front of the nose of the RC-135 reconnaissance aircraft. The pilot was so frightened that his hands shook, and the fuselage immediately shook violently. The crew members Their panicked screams became more and more harsh.

Replacing the Browning machine guns on the original wings, Lin Mo's P-51 "Mustang" is equipped with 8-meter anti-aircraft machine guns on both sides of the wings, with a range of 1,500 meters and a box-type ammunition supply.

A bullet hitting a person can directly cut the person in two. If it hits the reconnaissance plane, it will definitely punch a big hole. If it hits the vital part of the aircraft, the entire crew will basically be dead at this altitude.

"Quick, quick, lower the altitude, he is forcing us to lower the altitude!"

Major Mieri Beale was as frightened as the crew members. They were not combatants. When they encountered a guy who rushed up to fight without saying a word, it was like a scholar meeting a soldier. There was no reason to explain.

Several technicians in the cabin were so frightened that they almost cried. They had never seen such an arrogant aircraft. They were simply unreasonable.

"I'm lowering the altitude, I'm lowering! Oh my God! He opened fire, sir, did you see it? He's going to kill us!" Pilot Carl was trembling all over, desperately adjusting the attitude of the aircraft and obeying Mierry Bill. The major's order gradually lowered the altitude.

Witnessing the ballistic trajectory passing very close to the outside of the cockpit, Karl, the pilot of the rc-135 reconnaissance aircraft, had no doubt that if he still went his own way, the next round of barrages would directly penetrate the cockpit and explode him into pieces. A ball of meat.

"What does he want to do?"

It's hard to imagine a four-engine jet plane being crushed by a propeller plane and losing altitude.

Who let the hegemony come out of the barrel of a gun these days? No matter how old the model is, as long as he has a gun, he is the boss.

A meter-caliber anti-aircraft machine gun is not a vegetarian.

Lin Mo had no intention of shooting the opponent down, nor did he intend to hijack the big guy back. This meant trouble, a lot of trouble.

I was just passing by so my superiors must have monitored the plane. Without giving me an order, I actually had no authority to do anything to this old American plane.

Even if he wants to do something to this reconnaissance plane, it is not his turn. No one can expect a piston fighter to bully a jet.

But Lin Mo didn't want to just let go of this big guy who dared to harass him, so he planned to teach the other party an impressive lesson.

"Gold coins, can you help me?"

Lin Mo snapped his fingers in the cockpit.

"Pay wages!"

After I was done with it, this giant dragon also started talking about the commodity economy. He actually knew that he had to ask for salary. It seemed that he was not an unscrupulous boss.

"No problem. When I get to the place, I will let you down and give you a week's vacation. There are many manganese nodules and sunken ships on the seabed. You can eat as much as you want."

Lin Mo could only raise his hands and surrender. This guy had no loyalty to him at all, nor any friendship at all. There was only an exchange of bare interests, otherwise he would not be able to command this guy.

"I don't care where you go for one week, you have to come back to me after one week, otherwise..., you know!"

"Got it, mother-in-law's guy!"

"Okay, then listen up, it's very simple, just like this...that's it..."

The P-51 "Mustang" climbed high again, pulled into a big loop, and began to dive towards the American rc-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft that had been lowered to an altitude of 2,000 meters. The machine guns on both sides of the wings suddenly opened fire. The rain of bullets penetrated the wing of the rc-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft in an instant.

"We're shot, we're shot!"

The cabin of the rc-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft was full of cries, and the shock of being shot could be clearly felt. Many finger-like holes burst out in the wings outside the cabin in an instant.

The pilot desperately controlled the aircraft body to perform an S-shaped maneuver, and fled desperately. The left, right, right, and up and down overload forces in the cabin made the crew members feel like they were riding a crazy roller coaster. They were extremely sad, and most of them were already in despair. Closed his eyes.

"Control the plane, control the plane! Get ready to parachute!"

Major Mieri Bill can still remember his responsibilities at this time, which is already rare.

"We're going to fall, oh my God, we're going to see God."

"God! Save us!"

"Mom, I will never see you again."

"Asshole, I'm still a virgin..."

"Shut up, if you're a virgin, then I'm still xxx! Shit!"

There was hysterical chaos in the cabin, and some people even unbuckled their seat belts regardless, and were hit with blood on their faces.

"Don't make a noise, don't make a noise, I can still control it! The plane didn't crash! Be quiet, I want to be quiet! You idiots."

Pilot Carl, who was the first to come to his senses, was furious at his colleagues who were making harsh howls in the cabin through the microphone. He was surprised to find that the wing was only hit by a bullet, but fortunately, the engine was not damaged and the plane could still survive. control.

"Shut up, everyone!" Major Mieri Bill yelled.

Karl's voice fell into his ears, and he seemed to hear the sound of nature. Being able to control the plane meant that there was still hope. As long as the emergency landing could be successful, there would be a glimmer of hope, even if it was only a glimmer.

The cabin immediately fell silent, and there was still a male technician who was still in a state of collapse, but was knocked unconscious by a direct punch from his colleague.

"Where's that plane? Where is it! It's not following!"

"The target distance is 5,000 meters and the altitude is 3,000 meters. The distance is increasing. Long live, it has given up on us!"

"Thank God! We are rescued."

Good news came one after another, and the cabin felt like it was hell one second and heaven the next, and the desperate howls were replaced by cheers.

"Check the damage!"

There was no need for the captain to issue orders, and the crew members immediately took action to check the status of the aircraft with the highest efficiency.

"The wing was shot, causing penetrating damage. The structure was not damaged. The fuel tank was only slightly damaged and has been automatically sealed by the gel layer!"

"Great, the devil is getting farther and farther away from us, the distance is 9700 meters!"

"Let's get out of here, Carl, and go back to base. I don't want to be here for a second."

"Gentlemen, we can only fly to the Philippines. If there is not enough fuel to return, we will return directly to the Okinawa base."

"Okay, call the tanker, we need fuel. Damn it, it would be great if the base in the Philippines could be reactivated. I really don't understand why the superiors would abandon it!"

"I don't know. This is a matter from above and has nothing to do with us."

"Hurry up and get in touch, my hands are still shaking, hell, I thought I was really going to see God this time."

"Me too, my whole body is shaking, and my heartbeat has dropped even now."

"Call 'Kadena'! Call 'Kadena'! I am rr-884, I am rr-884. We don't have enough fuel to return. We need a 'nanny'. Okay, okay, the rendezvous coordinate is east longitude. xx, North Latitude xx, how far can we hold on? It's best to get some F-22s. We need escort. Damn it, it scares us to death. Can you hurry up, or I will report it to Congress to complain against you, right away."

Seeing the crew members moving hurriedly, the captain, Major Mierry Bill, took off his hat and put it in his hand. The sweat on his face dripped down his cheeks, past his chin and fell on his chest, just like that. After a while, his whole body seemed to be fished out of water.

If one survives, there will be future fortunes.

"This is just a warning, damn, I won't come here again next time."

Seeing the devilish "Mustang" in the cabin getting further and further away, Major Mierry Bill seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the seat, gasping for air.

"fk-you", these two words must be really transparent.

Lin Mo thought evilly and whistled. This was not his masterpiece. He was not that good at it. It was all the fault of the giant dragon.

One person and one dragon were completely unaware of the fact that after the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft landed, the letters that appeared on the wings after being punched through would frighten a group of people to the point of paralysis.

What kind of shooting ability is this? Is it luck or intentional? Anyway, this file was sealed immediately, and no one dared to expose it again, otherwise it would be enough to have a fatal blow to morale -

"Bridge! Bridge! I am the boss of the deck team. When will the new instructor arrive? The wind has reached level 5 now, and the weather conditions are getting worse and worse."

"Deck team, we have just discovered the signal of the carrier-based aircraft instructor's aircraft 'Mustang'. It flashed and disappeared. Let me confirm again. Yes, the satellite connection is normal. It should be here soon. It may be due to the flight altitude and the surface of the earth. Because the phased array radar cannot see it, I asked the No. 2 training team in the air to scan it."

"Okay, we are going to put away the training aircraft. The wind and waves are relatively strong outside."

The No. 83 aircraft carrier training ship that has been cruising in the **** room is recovering carrier-based aircraft during training, and three carrier-based aircraft groups are cruising in the air.

"Cat Claw 3, this is the bridge, please call back if you hear me."

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