Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 190

190. Chapter 190, Alliance Air Force, ace pilot applies to go into battle!

“Ace pilot, apply for battle!”

“Enemy spotted at 12 o’clock!”

“Start dropping bombs!”

Kuchi’s excited and sharp voice echoed in the squadron’s channel. Some

people wanted to complain, but in the end, there was silence in the channel.

There is nothing much to say. Everyone already knows what kind of personality this comrade usually has.

The Alliance Air Force has just started to build, and a total of 18 aircraft have been delivered, three in a group, forming six squadrons, at most an aviation squadron.

Some of the 18 pilots were selected from the old Alliance’s crude air force, and the other part was simply young people selected from the military.

With an anti-gravity engine and the assistance of two servo skulls, the difficulty of flying the Wind Falcon is not high. Of course, this not high refers to getting started. It is not difficult to fly the plane, and the take-off and landing are not a big problem. It can take off and land vertically, and there are servo skulls to help, so it usually won’t fall off.

However, it is one thing to be easy to get started and not fall off while flying, but it is extremely difficult to master it. The ability to translate horizontally and vertically, the extremely high flight speed, the complex firepower system, the body’s carrying capacity at high speed…

It is indeed not easy to fly the Wind Falcon well, even with the help of the ruthless servo skull.

However, among the people who can barely fly the plane into the sky with the help of the servo skull, and whose flight time does not exceed 20 hours, there is an outlier like Kuchi.

His flight time is no different from that of others, but everyone must admit that there are geniuses in this world. Although this guy has an unreliable personality, he is bolder than anyone else when flying, and he can do all kinds of exaggerated maneuvers at will.

At first, the instructor was still criticizing him with the manual, but later he let it go – the instructor was also a rookie, with the same flying time as everyone else, and it was nothing more than a hundred hours of experience in operating propeller planes when he was in the old Union Air Force. He simply couldn’t do the many actions that the self-proclaimed “ace pilot” Kuchi did.

So let it go, at most remind him not to do anything fancy when on a mission, and do his job honestly.

At the moment, this is the first mission since the official establishment of the Alliance Air Force.

Except Kuchi, everyone is a little nervous.

But fortunately, the enemies that the Alliance Air Force will face at present should not require them to fly planes to engage in high-difficulty games such as air combat and dogfighting.

According to the navigation, relying on the assistance of the servo skull, fly to the target location, launch the six heavy missiles carried by the Wind Falcon, and then come over the enemy, open the belly of the aircraft, and pour the bombs down again. At this point, their mission is basically completed.

Those who are confident in themselves can fly the Wind Falcon for two more circles, hovering and using the twin machine guns and laser revolver guns on the plane to lick the ground, and directly attack the ground enemies; those who are not confident, afraid of hitting friendly forces, afraid of turning around and getting dizzy, then hurry back to the base, go back to reload weapons and ammunition, and see if there are further tasks that require them to perform.

The first to arrive at the battlefield and enter the attack range was Kuchi.

He and his flight formation, three Feng Falcons, instantly emptied the six heavy missiles mounted.

The target they aimed at was the enemy’s biochemical artillery unit.

Those monsters that seemed to be magnified countless times, raised their front half, opened their huge mouths and sprayed biochemical shells into the sky, were hit by heavy missiles without any defense. Obviously

, these biochemical artillery units were not prepared to defend against bombing. Although the formation was not very dense, hundreds of biochemical artillery units were basically in the same position.

Three Feng Falcons, with a total of 18 heavy missiles, blew up

one-third of the biochemical artillery units. These living biochemical artillery units were in a mess.

Some were still firing at the distant Crocker Manor according to the previous battle inertia, but some seemed to be cowardly and began to wriggle their huge bodies and tried to escape.

However, they were unable to escape.

The speed and agility of these big guys were really not commendable.

More importantly, they encountered an outrageous pilot.

Kuchi called out and asked the two wingmen in their group to drop bombs on the enemy’s densely packed area according to the plan.

He himself lowered the flight altitude and dived towards the biochemical artillery.

The distance of ten kilometers from the sky above Crocker Manor to the enemy’s biochemical artillery position was only one minute for the speed of the Wind Falcon.

In the process, Kuchi dropped all his bombs, and at the same time, he sent a wave of bombs to the enemies below who were gathering to attack Crocker Manor to wash their faces, and also included the biochemical artillery in the attack range of the machine gun.

The range of machine guns and laser cannons is certainly not so short, but Kuchi is determined to strive for a more efficient and accurate strike effect, so he has already dropped the flight altitude to a very low level.

The blue-green Wind Falcon he was driving began to spit out the fire of death.

The red laser cannon and the rumbling machine gun plowed a trail of death on the ground. In a straight line of attack, three biochemical artillery soldiers were bombed into rotten meat.

The laser cannon melted part of their huge bodies; the 40mm kinetic shells smashed the rest into pieces.

The other two pilots in the same flight group looked at each other in silence.

One of them asked in the channel: “How about… we try it too?”

The other refused: “You try it, I’m afraid of diving at such a high speed, if one doesn’t do it well, I will fall down myself.”

“That’s right…” The other person could only give up with regret, “Let’s just drop the bombs honestly.”

The two Feng Falcons gave up trying to perform difficult actions, and flew steadily above the heads of the enemy troops, dropping the loaded bombs.

In the process, they looked at Kuchi with envy, who had returned from a circle, and fired another round of ground fire, reaping the results of four biochemical artillery.

At this point, the entire biochemical artillery position was in chaos.

However, his performance time was over.

The Feng Falcons of the other five formations also arrived at this moment.

Thirty heavy missiles, with the assistance of the servo skull, hit the enemy’s high-value targets relatively accurately.

All the biochemical artillery was finished.

Kuchi pursed his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Hitting fixed targets on the training ground was not as satisfying as actually being on the battlefield and unleashing fire on those human enemies.

If he had been given some more time and made a few more laps, he would have been fully confident that he could rely on his own Falcon to eliminate all the remaining biochemical artillery.

Unfortunately, his teammates came to grab the kill.

The five new formations, fifteen Falcons, began to fly over the dense enemy areas and drop bombs.

The bombs in Kuchi’s cabin had just been used up, so he could only aim his machine gun at the enemy and fire at the ground.

Every dive attack on the ground was accompanied by a whistling scream. What followed was the bloody baptism of lasers and kinetic shells on a straight line of hundreds of meters.

Round after round, Kuchi did not count how many rounds he had fired. In short, he did not stop until the squadron leader called him and asked him to catch up with the formation and leave.

On the way back, he flew over Crocker Manor and made a “yeah” gesture to the soldiers below – he didn’t care whether they could see it or not.

…

Jason Morgan, who looked up, of course couldn’t see the gesture of the pilot who impressed him. He was too far away and he was still in the cockpit.

But that didn’t stop him from saluting him.

This is a great savior!

He had heard that the Alliance Air Force was being formed in the Twin Cities.

He had seen airplanes in previous years.

In his opinion, the propeller planes and helicopters of the old alliance were at best… just for show.

He didn’t see any actual use.

At least, there was no special record to speak of.

He thought the new alliance’s air force was just like that. Maybe it was more powerful, but how much more?

However, today he truly understood the power of the air force.

Under the governor’s rule, this kind of aircraft that had never been seen before was really too powerful!

A Feng Falcon has the functions of a missile launch platform, a fighter, an attack aircraft, and a bomber, and it can do everything very well.

He counted that there were only eighteen of them coming this time. But their arrival caused a devastating blow to the 100,000 distorted monsters.

Death from the sky!

First of all, they almost completely wiped out the enemy’s artillery force.

Those biochemical artillery with a range of more than ten kilometers are the biggest source of threat to the militia.

The small mountain artillery and mortars in the hands of the militia are not only scarce in number, but also

have a poor range. It is difficult to hit those biochemical artillery. In the case of a small number, even if the firepower is barely covered, it often cannot achieve much results, and will also be counterattacked by the enemy.

The biochemical artillery put too much pressure on them. To be frank, the militia has suffered the most casualties since the start of the war, which are caused by those highly corrosive and large-coverage biochemical shells.

After destroying these dozens or hundreds of biochemical cannon monsters, the enemy firepower that Crocker Manor has to bear can be greatly reduced.

Artillery is the god of war, and this is also true for the advanced version of the distorted monster army.

Of course, if it is just to get rid of the enemy’s artillery, that’s good, but it may not be enough.

The huge number of enemies left is still a terrible threat.

Then, although the horizontal bombing of the eighteen wind falcons is not very accurate, the total of more than two thousand bombs is enough to form a round of carpet bombing on the battlefield in front of Crocker Manor.

More importantly, the distorted monster army obviously has no experience and preparation to deal with the air force. The stupid monsters don’t even lie down when they are bombed.

Before that, the mighty enemy army that brought them great pressure had already been scattered.

Countless corpses lay on the road to attack Crocker Manor.

So far, Jason Morgan has been fully confident that he can defend the entire manor.

At least, there will be no problem holding out until tomorrow night, until the main force of the Alliance Army arrives.

Moreover, during this process, if necessary, the Alliance Air Force can come again.

They can go back to reload after using up their ammunition and come again. The round trip of one thousand two hundred to three hundred kilometers is only an hour or so.

It’s just that the time for reloading is a bit exaggerated. The ground crew may curse: I loaded missiles and shells for a whole day, and you used them all up in just a few minutes?

But in general, the problem is not big.

…

In fact, there is no need to even hold on.

After being beaten by the Alliance Air Force Squadron, the deformed monsters themselves seemed to realize that they could not win.

The remaining deformed monsters retreated like a tide and returned to the dense forest.

And here, three people in green bachelor’s suits were huddled together.

“The Alliance’s air force is much stronger than we imagined.”

“However, if we hide in the jungle, the power of the Alliance’s air force will be greatly reduced…”

“Indeed, but that’s not realistic. The president asked us to take the initiative to attack. The launch of the plan takes time and requires more people. There won’t be a large number of people who will take the initiative to enter the jungle. But if we have to face such air strikes all the time, we won’t be able to leave the jungle and take the initiative to fight.”

“I have reported to the president that the society must develop air defense and even air force variants as soon as possible, otherwise we won’t be able to fight back.”

“However, it is estimated that it will be difficult to get results quickly. In order to avoid orbital strikes, the town of the Songsters has been abandoned. The rear is looking for a new hiding place, and the research institutions must be dispersed to avoid being wiped out. The defection of the president’s teacher has had too much impact.” “

So be it, we can only lie dormant for the time being.”

“But what will the Alliance do? They are heading south with such fanfare…”

“They must be here to retake the entire Qinggu area, but they can only retake those plantations and gathering places. Eighty percent of the Qinggu area is still the original jungle, which is our kingdom. Do the alliance’s army dare to take the initiative to enter the jungle?”

“It would be great if that were the case.”

…

“What? Take the initiative to enter the jungle to fight?”

Jason Morgan widened his eyes and asked incredulously.

“Yes.” Perbov said confidently: “I thought those brainless monsters would continue to besiege Crocker Manor for a while, so that I could annihilate a part of the main force before entering the jungle, but unfortunately they ran away… But it doesn’t matter, we can still wipe out these monsters in the jungle.”

“No… Why?” Jason Morgan was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)