Chapter 108: Section 108 - Take Ruthless Measures

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Beep!~ Beep beep beep!~ Beep!~ Beep beep!~ "...Can't drink anymore! Can't drink anymore!... Good booze, this is good stuff... mua!" Chen Fei felt like he was lying in a cradle, swaying comfortably, drooling and talking in his sleep. "Rookie! Wake up!~~KUMAAA!" The sudden bear-like roar kicked young Chen Fei out of his dreamland. "Huh? What's going on? Is it time to go to work? I haven't even started my horse stance!" Chen Fei reflexively jerked up, only to be yanked back by the seatbelt strapped across him. Looking around, he was shocked to find himself inside a cockpit, and on the rear seat of a "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop aircraft at that. He looked down and saw a big bag of plastic bags in his arms, wafting out the aroma of food. What's going on here? It must be a dream? Yes, definitely a dream!! So, nothing to worry about, nothing at all! Chen Fei sat back comfortably, closed his eyes, and prepared to drift back into his slumber. "Hey, Rookie, how long you gonna sleep for? Wake up, there's a war to fight!" The roaring voice of Chekhov Big Bear reached Chen Fei's ears once more. "Stewed bear, deep-fried bear, steamed bear, spicy stir-fried bear, candied bear, hot and spicy bear, plain boiled bear..." Chen Fei kept his eyes tightly shut, muttering nonstop. He was practically saying "If I close my eyes, it's night." Clang! An Erguotou liquor bottle flew from the front seat and hit his helmet, jolting his head to the side. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. Damn... this is no dream. He was really in the cockpit. "Awake now? Get ready for combat, we're almost there!" No doubt, that was Chekhov Big Bear in the front seat. But, how did he end up here? Experience more content on мѵʟ With a forehead full of question marks, Chen Fei tentatively asked, "Um, squadron leader, where are we, and what are we doing?" The swaying scenery outside the cockpit was dim, with the occasional high-speed backward movement of mountain ridges and rocks. It seemed the "Big Mouth Monster" was flying low. The incessant beeping in his ears was clearly the flight altitude alarm. "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron's boss, Comrade Chekhov, boldly proclaimed, "It's a dark and windy night, perfect for a stealth mission, right? You agreed to sneak with me for a quick hit-and-run, to show those traitors at 909 what they're up against." Chen Fei: "..." Wait! Not me, don't pin this on me! I didn't say that! Basic Optical Observer Level 2, activate! All of a sudden, his vision became as clear as daylight, but, uh! No wingmen, no allies! Within a twenty-mile radius, there was only their "Big Mouth Monster," barreling towards enemy camp at break-neck speed. The first wave of EMPs was an old but very effective tactic. Like children playing house, they started with a slap in the face upon meeting. In the eyes of the Sovereign Level players, military contractors throwing EMPs at each other was conducive to increasing GDP, so it was a good thing, openly supplying without any embarrassment. Weapons like EMPs pose no threat to the real National Treasure Artifacts, such as the Crystal Jet. - Aircraft 211 followed closely behind the EMP missiles and began to climb at full speed, breaking away from the ultra-low altitude surprise attack mode. The moment the missiles appeared, a piercing alarm sounded immediately within the 909 Aircrew Base, four kilometers away. The personnel still at rest were shocked awake by the sudden alarm; before they could react, two streaks of blue light flashed across the sky above the base, and the alarm stopped abruptly. Not just the alarm, but all the lights went out as well. From launch to the burst of a strong electromagnetic pulse, it took only a few seconds, leaving no time for defense. The portable early warning radar inside began to belch blue smoke, and a large number of electronic circuits were burned out. "Two kilometers! Hahaha, Uncle Chekhov is here!" The radar at the 909 Aircrew Base was completely ruined, and the automatic air defense system was knocked out. The opponent was like a defenseless big soft girl, and Chekhov erupted with unrestrained laughter. "Aim at the apron!" Chen Fei saw the turboprop and jet aircraft on the ground; they were all that escaped the net. "Shooting planes with a machine gun? I like it!" Chekhov was about to pull the trigger on the wing-mounted machine gun when he heard Chen Fei say, "Use the rockets, empty them all, lock onto the tower and radar separately, and then take a turn around the barracks area." Chen's hands were quick; he went at it hammer and tongs with fierce operations. "Emmm... this could work!" Chekhov quickly grasped the youngster's intent: one sweep to carry away everything, with no looking back, which was exactly to his liking. Lines of Fire Serpents screeched out, the 57mm aviation rockets swarming towards the apron near the landing runway of the 909 Aircrew Base, all 40 rockets creating an inferno. Once air superiority is gained, even a single fighter jet can unleash terrifying destructive power. One after another, the Big Mouth Monsters were directly hit and blown to smithereens or caught in the collateral explosion, torn apart by sympathetic detonations of ammunition, and the closely packed MiG-28 fighter jets were not spared either. Explosions erupted one after another on the apron, turning it into a fiery hell. The successful 211 did not stop; the two Combat Bombs under its wings separated one after another, trailing long plumes of smoke as they pounced on the tower and radar, resulting in two more earth-shattering explosions. Zeroed in on Air-to-Ground mode, the programmable Combat Bombs hit their targets directly. "Drop the bomb!" Aircraft 211 suddenly felt lighter as it sharply raised its nose and broke away at full speed. The "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop didn't just drop the 500-kilogram bomb hanging from the central axis; it also dropped two emptied Rocket Nests, which tumbled down and effortlessly smashed through two barracks buildings. Boom!~ The violent impact wave instantly swept across the entire barracks area. The modular barracks, just like those at 911 Aircrew Base, were as fragile as paper mache, shattering the buildings and the people inside. Before this, the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron from 911 Aircrew Base had raided 897 Aircrew Base without deliberately targeting personnel. Even though most areas of the base were reduced to scorched earth, the barracks area was still intact, and there were not many casualties. At this moment, deep in the night, most people were resting in the barracks area. But Chekhov and Chen Fei chose to strike hard; that one high-explosive aerial bomb dropped would result in casualties in the double digits at least, and surpassing a hundred was also a possibility. This is corporate warfare; there's no justice, no right or wrong, only life, or death! . -

Chapter 108: Section 108 - Take Ruthless Measures

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