Sky-cracking Rider

"'Lion,' behind you!"

The pilots from Aircrew Base 631 suddenly heard the alarm of being locked on by the fire-control radar again.

He glanced at the radar screen, only to find a light spot approaching from behind at an unusual speed, slower than a missile, yet faster than a turboprop aircraft.

"A missile? Got it, keep up with me!"

The lead pilot "Lion" was busy releasing jamming bullets, trying to shake off the missile that was getting closer with his wingman.

For turboprop aircraft, evading missiles was indeed a bit more strenuous than for jet planes.

Although the friend and foe were operating separately, the flight pair pursued by Chen Fei only had three combat bombs left, while on the other side, seven combat bombs were doggedly chasing two enemy aircraft. It seemed like it might end badly for them, so he first tossed the easier target to his temporary comrades from Aircrew Base 633.

One against two, quite easy.

From the sky above, it looked like Chen Fei's "Big Mouth Monster" was driving three missiles chasing two enemy "Big Mouth Monsters."

"It's not a missile!"

The wingman pilot strained to look back, but saw nothing.

The enemy was right at their six o'clock position, a blind spot for vision.

In this range, they could not receive support from the base's ground-based radar.

"Not a missile? What is it?"

Before the lead pilot "Lion" could finish his sentence, a burst of flames exploded violently from the right rear, obliterating his wingman into pieces on the spot.

He didn't get an answer.

At such a critical moment, being distracted meant being blown to pieces in mid-air—don't forget about the frighteningly fast missile still on their tail.

"Ahhhh... F*K!"

"Lion" roared in desperation, trying every trick in the book to dodge the two missiles behind him.

Boom!~
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A fireball exploded dangerously close, and the violent shockwave caused the whole "Big Mouth Monster" to shake violently for a moment, but the lethal missile had been reduced to one.

Suppressing the dizziness, "Lion" put all his effort into the evasive maneuvers.

The last missile flew just shy of the critical proximity-fuze boundary, narrowly missing his "Big Mouth Monster."

Only after noticing the missile smoke trail not too far away did "Lion," who had just lost his wingman, breathe out a long sigh of relief. However, at that moment, a dark shadow flashed over the cockpit, and another "Big Mouth Monster" was right above him, the two fighter planes maintaining synchronous attitudes.

"What, what?"

"Lion" looked up and suddenly noticed the other "Big Mouth Monster" with red lights glowing on its left and right wings, forming strange patterns.

While he was still wondering what on earth that was, two bright fireballs shot out from the center of the pattern ablaze with red light.

His mouth opened involuntarily in shock, that was...

"Lion" jerked in realization, trying to push the control stick to dodge, but it was already too late.

The distance between them was not even thirty to forty meters, and with the fireballs' speed, the impact was almost instantaneous, hitting the tail and left wing squarely.

The fireballs weren't very powerful, comparable to hand grenades, but for the fragile aircraft structure, they were undoubtedly fatal.

Losing its aerodynamic shape, the plane triggered a series of irreversible severe consequences. The "Big Mouth Monster" tumbled towards the ground, a parachute ejected from the cockpit, opening mid-air, floating down slowly.

Chen Fei did not concern himself with the ejected enemy pilot and steered his turboprop aircraft to pursue another enemy flight pair.

Boom!~

Kilometers away, the combat bombs without targets chose to self-destruct, exploding into a fireball.

The rules of the sky in Jianghu stipulate that even if blinded by bloodlust, pilots will not attack the opposing side's ejected aviators.

Everyone has to eject at some point. Leave a line for others, and you will meet again someday. Nearly all pilots maintain this final moral principle spontaneously.

Both the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron from Aircrew Base 911 and the pilots from Meman Brothers United Defense Consortium had not taken that fatal step, and it was only natural for Chen Fei to follow this unwritten rule.

Of course, it was another matter entirely on the ground; Chen Fei had not hesitated to deal lethal blows there.

The pilots from Aircrew Base 633 did not disappoint Chen Fei, almost simultaneously ending the battle.

Seven missiles harrying two turboprop aircraft--even four against two stood little chance; it looked like Aircrew Base 633 was done for.

Tired, just finish it off quickly!

Chen Fei had no interest in propping up a failing cause.

Let whoever wants to take care of it do so; he didn't want to waste such effort.

The last glimmer of the sun just happened to fall below the horizon, with the enemy aircraft debris and explosion clouds drifting with the wind.

Not seeing any parachutes, such is the destiny of a combat pilot—no one to blame.

Chen Fei still spoke in his calm voice, "One enemy ejected, combat mission over!"

Just four "Big Mouth Monsters"—how easy were they?

The titanium-based magic arrays carved on the body's surface all disappeared as if they had never been there.

All five "Big Mouth Monsters," without loss, returned to Aircrew Base 633. A helicopter brushed past them on its way to "pick up" prisoners.

After all, just leaving them in the wild wilderness wasn't right.

The roar of the turboprop planes on the tarmac gradually subsided, and the ground personnel waiting for the fleet's return buzzed with excitement.

Having won a battle at last, they could finally boast and breathe easy. Remaining calm was simply out of the question.

"Wow, well done!"

Masuya, an A-grade wind-type ability user who had been strolling around the Aircrew Base, waved at Chen Fei, who was climbing out of the cockpit.

Andrew nodded at Chen Fei as well.

"Did you guys find anything?"

As he spoke, Chen Fei tugged at his collar to let the little guy out.

The Little Bird, having felt stifled, flew around above his head, clearly joyful.

"Nothing at all!"

Masuya shook her red hair and shrugged her shoulders.

It seemed that Aircrew Base 631 didn't think much of the combat-inept yet addictively enthusiastic Aircrew Base 633, so they hadn't bothered sending anyone to keep an eye on them.

"'Rookie', come to the tower!"

The communication link with the turboprop aircraft was still open, and Miyoshi Monk's voice came through the aviation helmet, probably wanting to understand the details of the battle and see if there was any hope left for Aircrew Base 633.

"Received, I'll be over in a moment."

Chen Fei responded, and with that, the communication finally ended.

Just as he was about to head to the tower, he heard a chorus of voices behind him.

"Predecessor 'Rookie'!"

The nine pilots of Aircrew Base 633, for some reason, had lined up in a row, faces filled with excitement.

Predecessor?

Chen Fei turned around puzzled; these older brothers and sisters were older and had joined the industry before him, how could he qualify as their predecessor?

"Is there something you need?"

He sized up the pilots, who now seemed genuinely respectful and convinced.

"I, I..."

The girl, who Chen Fei had smacked back and forth with solid palm strikes, stumbled over her words, hesitant to continue, then finally bowed deeply.

"Thank you!"

???

Chen Fei was completely baffled; just a second before, he'd been their predecessor, and the next second they were bowing deeply - what was that all about?

The other pilots looked at each other, unsure of what to say, but they also bowed in unison, saying, "Thank you!"

Compared to the first time they had greeted each other, all of them looked more spirited than before, no longer the image of feeble remnants of defeated soldiers.

Apparently, the battle had reignited some confidence and spirit in them.

"You're welcome!"

After all, there's no harm in being over-polite, Chen Fei's lips twitched into a semi-smile, finally showing some goodwill.

The moment he reached the tower, Miyoshi Xuesen was waiting specifically for Chen Fei.

"Are those pilots obedient?"

If Chen Fei alone could deal with Aircrew Base 631, he wouldn't have needed to involve Aircrew Base 633.

Facing just one aircrew base, let alone a single person, even a full-fledged Huntsman Squad might not have it easy.

"If a beating doesn't make them obedient, then they get another one."

Chen Fei rubbed his wrists; he had indeed mingled with the pilots of Aircrew Base 633 through demonstration.

This is not just boasting; it's an old tradition handed down from 911. Just ask Big Bear; whether Big Brother Xiao's maintenance team didn't get along with the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron, whether deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" and Big Bear's relationship of fighting being close, and cursing being caring, with true feelings shared through kicks.

If Big Bear dared to utter a half-hearted "no," Chef Abel's Big Bear Stew would come in handy.

Miyoshi Xuesen didn't understand the internal affairs of the aircrew bases, but still, he was taken aback when he heard this.

Are all these military contractors' employees this wild now?

"Well! Taming those pilots is a good thing, too!"

This was also why Miyoshi Monk had called Chen Xiao'er over, worried that despite his youth and lack of experience, he wouldn't be able to handle those old foxes and that he could provide some guidance.

However, it seemed that the concern was unfounded.

Getting the pilots of Aircrew Base 633 to obediently listen aligned well with Miyoshi Xuesen's upcoming tactical planning.

Chen Fei noticed Miyoshi Monk's thoughtful look and took the initiative to ask, "Should we counterattack next?"

Up until now, whatever the other side said, he did.

But in the aircrew base, this was Chen Fei's area of expertise... Emmm, spit - his actual field of expertise; he's a legitimate graduate in economics.

"Correct..."

Miyoshi Xuesen suddenly caught Chen Fei's gaze, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly and he was struck with an idea.

"Tonight!"

Chen Fei's expression also became nuanced, suggesting a mutual understanding between the two heroes.

Chekhov was particularly adept at this sort of underhanded task, prone to leading the innocent astray.

The calculative Miyoshi Xuesen naturally knew the advantage of catching the enemy off-guard.

At a time when everyone would think there would be a temporary pause for reorganization, the sudden counterattack from Aircrew Base 633 would surely give Aircrew Base 631 a big surprise.

"Then you'll run the operation, and the timing is?"

Since both had come to the same conclusion, Miyoshi Xuesen simply began planning ahead of time.

After all, apart from Chen Fei, he couldn't find anyone else to execute this combat plan.