Chapter 14: Section 14 - Dancing with the Dragon of Slaughter (Where is Dragon Grandpa's ticket?)

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Upon hearing the words of wingman pilot "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios, Chen Fei almost pressed the launch button to send off the ready-to-launch KDK-1 air-breathing hypersonic smart missile. "Roar!~" The fire cloud, not yet fully dissipated, was abruptly torn apart, and the ferocious beast reappeared in everyone's view. With huge blade wings casting out waves of phantoms and a massive vortex forming behind it, the Metallic Dragon, covered in dust and with its blade thorns askew from six missile blasts, turned and accelerated unexpectedly and agilely. The intense gas jetting out between the blade wings was visible to the naked eye, like an invisible, nearly transparent wing added to the dragon's wings. More than ten spikes detached from the dragon's body, heading towards the incoming "Dragon Slayer Missile." Standing in the wind, even pigs could fly, let alone the Metallic Dragon, which was like a flying battleship, and a fast one at that. On the Metallic Dragon, there was no trace of aerodynamics or fluid dynamics, making this creature a blatant defiance of scientific principles. Close-quarters bayonet fighting was always extremely dangerous, Major Chekhov in the front seat of Aircraft 211 roared with all his might, "Too close, everyone evade, brace for impact!" Throttle pushed to maximum output, all-out disengagement... The view outside the cockpit suddenly changed, a true whirlwind that dizzied the senses. If evasion was not an option, then they would have to brace for impact and leave their fates to God. Boom!~ The aircraft trembled violently, with rumbling sounds echoing in his ears, accompanied by various squeaking and groaning noises. Chen Fei did not doubt that this turboprop aircraft could disintegrate in midair the very next second. He even saw a blue shockwave sweeping over the fuselage at lightning speed, scattering the "Genuine Fragrance" Squadron's three-formation tactics in the blink of an eye. Within the killing radius of the "Dragon Slayer Missile," everything vanished into ash, its destructive power comparable to a nuclear strike, yet it left no nuclear radiation residue or long-term environmental impact. Chen Fei, the kid, felt like vomiting... I want to go home! "My baby, steady, hold steady, hold steady! Ahhhhh!!!" Major Chekhov, however, was oblivious, gripping the control stick and muttering nonstop like a madman, struggling to adapt to the turbulence enveloping the aircraft and trying to regain balance. It was foreseeable that after such severe turbulence, the lifespan of this turboprop aircraft was significantly reduced, even sustaining internal structural damage. "'Peanut Butter,' bearing 49, altitude 4500 meters." Fortunately, the communication equipment was unaffected, and the voice of "Fragrant Orchid" Carlos Silva Lane, the pilot of the lead aircraft in the second squadron, Aircraft 213, urgently echoed in the ears of the two persons inside Aircraft 211; he was almost gasping as he spoke these words. "What?" Chen Fei looked up, only then noticing that, unbeknownst to him, a vast shadow had rapidly enveloped them. The sharp giant blade wings were tattered, but visible to the naked eye, they swiftly regenerated. Rows of sharp blades neatly realigned themselves while part of the dragon's tail vanished into thin air. It was indeed a testament to the "Dragon Slayer Missile," capable of inflicting severe damage on the giant dragon so suddenly. The terrifying creature fixed its murderous and crazed gaze fiercely on the cockpit, its killing intent tangible, causing his heart involuntarily to skip and chilling him to the bone. Images of a turboprop combat plane being ripped to shreds flashed through his mind like lightning. Doomed! "Rookie, brace yourself—we're diving." Chekhov, no longer concerned about the condition of his aircraft, pushed the throttle to the max and slammed the joystick all the way, doing his best to dodge the Metallic Dragon's strike. The PT6A engine of "Big Mouth Monster" number 211 achieved peak output, the aircraft spiraled and dove continuously while releasing all its infrared heat flare jamming missiles without reservation, filling the sky with countless dazzling red dots like celestial maidens scattering flowers. Rescue pairings make the job less tiring—alive you pick people up, dead you collect bodies, shattered remains are still collected. The Magnetic Catcher prepared to assist the turboprop in emergency landing had its pre-heating halted. The device really consumed too much electricity, and even the Target Low Temperature Nuclear Fusion Energy Tower, which could power the entire Aircrew Base, was not enough to sustain this power-hungry tiger for long. "'Peanut Butter,' we've lost 214 and 215." "Devil Pepper," still with her heart pounding, glanced around and noticed out of six "Big Mouth Monsters," only four remained, circling the fiercely intense combat zone hesitantly, not daring to close in again. If it happened again, she feared her luck might run out. "No worries, we still have Dragon Slayer Missiles. Rookie, are you still alive?" Major Chekhov showed no sign of backing down; he even took a moment to check on the young man in the back seat. Surprisingly, the rookie was still conscious and hadn't fainted during the continuous tactical maneuvers. "I, I'm okay!" Adrenaline pumping, he had even forgotten to be scared. When he said this, Chen Fei didn't know his face was devoid of all color, frighteningly pale, his upper and lower teeth chattering intensely. Is this thing really freaking awesome??? Give me a break! You scared me to death!!! "Brothers, it's time to go all out!" "Genuine Fragrance" squadron leader, flying call-sign "Peanut Butter," Major Chekhov's tone became serious, no longer carefree as before, as if he had sobered up somewhat. After being entangled by multiple fighter jets up till now, having had its fill of Close Combat Missiles and just having experienced a massive burst of Dragon Spike rain, the Metallic Giant Dragon was inevitably severely drained. One could see its reformed Blade Wings were considerably smaller than before. Even without using the Dragon Slayer Missiles, it wouldn't be long before they could grind down this mad Dragon of Slaughter the hard way. ??? Σ(°△°|||)_Chen Fei was taken aback. Suddenly, shock! Hey, hey, hey! I'm innocent! I'm not combat personnel! Enough already, you stinking Big Bear! Do you fancy dying in some unique way? Throughout history, only fools live in loneliness, only those who court death leave their names behind. "Little Chili, cover us. Rookie, Emperor's Holy Sword, follow me with the sword chariot, Ura!~" Ignoring the protests from Chen Fei in the back seat, Major Chekhov took a deep breath, howled loudly, pushed the throttle lever, and with more fuel fed to the turboprop engine, it instantly generated greater power. With many new scratches and dents on its body, the nearly wrecked "Big Mouth Monster" charged again toward the ferocious Metallic Giant Dragon. Some tasks must be done by someone, even if it means being a hero for just a few seconds. If it's a one-way journey, so be it! Now, while it's weakened, was the best time to take its life. If they let it recover, it would only become more difficult to handle, as Metallic Dragons are notoriously petty and vindictive. -

Chapter 14: Section 14 - Dancing with the Dragon of Slaughter (Where is Dragon Grandpa's ticket?)

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