() "Mikel, help me activate the vertical ejector."

I shouted, jumped back into the car at the first moment, opened the covering cloth, jumped into the cockpit, and started the mecha. At this time, the call of [Deshka 2], who was acting as cover, was heard outside.

With the sound of cannon fire, I just asked the last lucky person to delay for some time.

"But the air-to-air missiles that arrived have been completely destroyed, and the aircraft only has thermal knives and armored machine guns to use. It's too risky!"

Mikel's loud voice blasted through the roof armor plate in the carriage.

What is this idiot doing on the roof of the car?

"You have to do it, otherwise you think we can escape from the two aviation mechas," I gritted my teeth and turned the key, lighting up the eeodas, "Quickly go!"

Probably thinking that what I said made sense, Mikel's voice quickly disappeared. After a moment, I felt myself, or rather the body of the mecha, being pushed up, and my field of vision was gradually divided by the boundary between light and dark. Waiting for the whole

When the blind spot in the field of vision was completely cleared, the entire aircraft body was already vertically erected like a missile under the support of the missile track.

Suddenly, I saw a flash of light on the horizon, which was particularly dazzling on the photodetector, but it was not a natural beam of light, but the refraction of sunlight hitting a large piece of metal.

Enemy attack!

Soon, countless medium-caliber machine-gun shells spurted in like locusts, exploding one after another around [Garand], with flames everywhere, and the dust raised by the explosions was overwhelming.

I gritted my teeth and watched all this.

Damn it, Mikel, if you move slower, you can eat him!

"Long"

The next moment, a blunt and powerful syllable suddenly erupted from [Garland]'s feet, like an eighteen-pound hammer hitting a wooden stake. My whole body was thrown out with this muffled sound, she

Angle 90 degrees, vertically upward.

The design idea of ​​the "Frank" vertical missile system can be regarded as a mixture of tactical ballistic missiles and ship-based missiles. With two large steam bomb devices, it can send heavy mechas to 600 meters in one go.

The above height reduces the huge fuel consumption of vertical takeoff and landing, but the only trouble is that the g-force endured by the mecha soldiers in the cockpit is very large, even strong enough to knock people unconscious, so there is no one in non-emergency situations.

I'd love to use this thing.

I immediately felt this extremely uncomfortable feeling.

The whole body seemed to be pinched by a big invisible hand, like a squeezed mineral water bottle. The blood rushed downwards, and all the air in the lungs was consumed. My stomach was churning but I couldn't vomit even if I wanted to, so I could only die.

The ground is hard to carry.

Only then did I remember that I was not wearing anti-German clothing. Just because of this mistake, if I could go back alive, I would have to give myself a severe blow.

Suddenly, [Garand] jumped suddenly, and I realized that the energy of the projectile had been exhausted. I gave myself two slaps to control the body to stabilize on its own power, and began to search for the target.

Although the airborne radar of the "Garand" was somewhat outdated at the time, its detection range and recognition accuracy were higher than those of the "Yak" and even compared with the latest "Il" model.

So I immediately searched for the target at nine o'clock.

The two planes did not detect me. They just searched desperately at low altitude and hit ground targets from time to time.

If there are medium-range air-to-air missiles, I can attack them.

Unfortunately, unfortunately, I only have an armored machine gun and a thermal knife.

"Stay there and don't move."

I muttered nonsense, pulled up the joystick to drive the aircraft to take off to an altitude of 5,000 meters, and flew over the heads of the two aircraft. Then I adjusted my steps and the output direction of the nozzles on my back, and adjusted my attitude to cut into the two [Jacques] at a sharp angle.

posterior hemisphere.

If there are short-range air-to-air missiles, I can attack them.

Unfortunately, unfortunately, I only have an armored machine gun and a thermal knife.

"Click"

I set up the armored machine gun and locked onto [Jacques]'s big head. In order not to disturb the target, I simply gave up the laser rangefinder and directly used the optical sight to lock on.

Aiming took less than three seconds.

"Da da da"

I pressed the firing button and fired a long and narrow line of fire. After a slight correction, I fired a second line.

A "Yak" was unprepared and ate up more than a dozen 30mm armor-piercing bullets. The entire upper body was covered with flames. I gave up testing the attack effect and immediately lowered the nose of the aircraft and dived downwards, simply throwing away the other fighter.

A "Yangshu" air-to-air missile launched by Taiwan [Yak].

I'm getting excited because I've been able to play smoothly so far, and I even think I can win two machines.

But that day was definitely not my lucky day.

"Whoosh"

“Tuk tuk tuk”

A large number of cannon shells and missiles suddenly flew from the front, quickly filling the firepower hole of the [Yak], forcing me to pull the joystick to roll to the other side of the track, and then another roll + linear acceleration,

Get rid of the pursuit of missiles.

This set of maneuvers almost made me vomit blood.

But something's not quite right!

The photodetector immediately sent up the latest captured image, and I was shocked to see [Jacques] with a large piece of his head and shoulder armor smashed into pieces, carrying a thermal knife and hitting him like an enraged bull.

You're not going to die even if you're like this!

It was the first time that my training performance showed such an effect. I gritted my teeth with hatred and wished I could punch this crippled thing back in the way.

[Garand] ignited all the main nozzles and flew away, and [Jacques] slashed into the air with one strike. The enemy mecha soldiers immediately changed their weapons to armored machine guns and prepared to fire. I pressed the joystick violently and stepped on the pedal as hard as I could.

, the driving body rushed like a cannonball in front of [Jacques], who had only half pulled out the armored mecha.

[Jacques] panicked and used the nozzle to retreat, while firing his armored machine gun to defend himself.

And I was so angry that I didn't even want to draw my weapon.

"Boom!"

[Garand] swung a huge steel fist, and hit [Jacques] on the big face with its weight and powerful impact. There was only a loud sound of the metal structure exploding, and countless small parts and circuit board fragments fell from it.

The wound on his head collapsed like a goddess scattering flowers.

It felt so good.

[Jacques] adjusted this posture chaotically in the air, but without the assistance of the balancing device, the result became more and more unbalanced, and he started dancing funny.

When I commanded the machine to draw out the compound slashing sword and prepared to give it a fatal blow, covering artillery fire suddenly came from beside me. It turned out that another [Yak] had also caught up to support it.

"You are so annoying!"

I fiercely pulled the aircraft to face the enemy, and set up the armored machine gun again to fire. [Jacques] followed suit and set up the gun.

I had no ammunition, and [Jacques] was afraid of inadvertently injuring his wingman, so the two mechas attacked each other and launched the most primitive visual range air battle.

Circling, biting the tail.

I first locked onto the [Jacques] which was still trying to maneuver. A row of shells shot past, but they all missed the head of the aircraft and flew over.

I gritted my teeth and turned the joystick pulley. [Garand] unfolded his left mechanical arm and pulled out a new 30-round spare magazine from the external socket of the backpack, ejected the empty magazine, and reloaded, but it took only five seconds.

By the time, [Jacques] had maneuvered outside my realm.

"Calm down, damn, calm down, labor and management have been trained!"

Roll, slow down.

[Jacques] instead bit my back and fired the gun crazily. Stray bullets passed over the images on both sides of me like hailstones, hitting the ground and exploding in a series of fireballs.

I know that [Garand]'s armor has not been repaired from the damage it suffered in the last battle, and its bullet resistance has dropped significantly. If it withstands one or two more hits, the entire bullet-resistant structure is in danger of collapse.

So I immediately chose maneuver.

Tilt left to spray, tilt right to spray.

The machine body was like a monkey on a tree, nimbly avoiding [Jacques]'s attacks in a small space. At the same time, I pulled the armored mecha behind the machine body and aimed with the rear view image. The Treaty Army used an old-fashioned TV camera.

The machine does not have complete market conditions, so there is no such teaching in the textbook. I just accidentally discovered it yesterday, so I just tried it.

"Da da da, da da da"

The two lines of fire passed by [Jacques]'s head one after another, wiping off a little of the steel skin. The enemy mecha soldiers were obviously blinded by this move, and their pursuit speed immediately slowed down.

Pull up vertically, flip upside down.

My field of vision flipped over, and all my blood was thrown aside, and [Jacques]'s entire back was seductively exposed in front of me, which made me feel a little hard.

"You go down the hell."

I roared and pressed the firing button, and most of the shells in the magazine turned into rolling fire snakes and wrapped around the upper body of [Jacques], exploding continuously, knocking out the rubber sandwich of the body, and eating several nozzles on the back.

After the bullet, the entire armor cover was completely torn, dragging the incomplete nozzle and falling to the side.

But the attack wasn't enough.

I reset the compound sword to the primary position in the fire control menu and drove the machine body to kill it at full speed.

However, the opponent's pilot was obviously not a rookie. Under such tragic trauma, he still calmly stabilized the nearly out-of-control machine, and also drew out his thermal knife and kicked the air to fly up to meet the attack.
To be continued...