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    ? Phoenix Mountain Military Airport, southeast of Phoenix.

    As the automatic door of the underground ejection channel inclined at 35 degrees opened amidst the still lingering emergency attack signal from the airport tower, dozens of Chakner [Pitdog] land-based fighters smashed like arrows leaving the string.  Out of the air, straight into the sky.  On the long runway of the airport, heavy long-range bombers also taxied to take off one after another, roaring into the blue sky.

    "The fighter group escort formation is complete," the lead pilot, Colonel Pan Fei, glanced at the coordination system, gave a thumbs up to the tower command room on the communication screen, switched the communication channel, and said loudly: "The rear group has arrived, follow me,  Let's meet up with the sluggish guys first."

    "Understood, sir."

    In the communication channel, the voices of the pilots came.

    Pan Fei moved the joystick, and the fighter jet roared towards the northwest. Tens of kilometers away, the fleet of planes coming from major cities east of Phoenix City had already appeared in the clouds.  Nearly 500 fighters and more than 300 bombers formed a huge cluster.  Like a flock of migrating geese.  The sky is densely packed and the sun is blocked out.

    The Chakna Land-based Air Force 101 Flying Brigade led by Pan Fei is composed of eight fighter squadrons and six long-range bomber squadrons, with a total of fifty-six fighters.  Because they are stationed in Phoenix City, which is only three to four hundred kilometers away from the front line, they are also the last brigade to take off.

    The fighter planes of the flying brigade led by him, like kites, swayed their wings in the wind, slowly rose to a height parallel to the fleet, and merged into the formation.  Pan Fei switched the communication channel, and after sending a signal to the leader of the fleet, he looked up and looked around.

    As the fighter plane flew, the clouds in the sky, like white smoke, were pulled back one by one.  The figures of fighter planes around were looming, and the huge roar could not be blocked even by the cabin cover.  The earth below was briefly seen in the gaps in the clouds, and was blocked again.  Only the dazzling sun reflected in the lake and pond still remains on the retina.

    The fleet flew to the northwest, and in the command and coordination system, the attack coordinates from the radar aircraft had already appeared.  The sound of commands and answers came one after another in the communication channel, signal lights lit up one after another, and the huge figure of the bomber was pulled upwards.  Moments later, thousands of missiles shot out from under the wings of these big birds with tail lights flashing.

    And as the alarm sounded when the radar encountered the enemy aircraft group, half of the bomber groups that had completed their missions turned to the left and half to the right, like leaves blown away by the wind, falling far behind and turning to return.

    "It's our turn, boys," came the familiar voice of Major General Li Ke, the ace pilot and commander of the fighter group, from Pan Fei's earphones, with a bit of a Kunlun star accent: "Open the formation, the first brigade is at the front  , Interspersed sequentially, don't rush too hard behind. Let us teach them a lesson. The ancestors and ancestors bless Chakna."

    "Long live Chuckna" In the communication channel, the excited voices of the pilots were like attending a party full of beautiful women.

    Hundreds of [Bulldog] fighter planes roared and flew in the sun.

    When Pan Fei put on his tactical helmet and activated the electronic fire control system of the goggles, he took one last look at the ground.  He was surprised to find that the cyan armored force that had just arrived at Leifeng Star was heading westward like a herd of beasts.

    Their formation is very wide and the speed is very fast.

    The mechs running at full speed are like high-speed cheetahs advancing side by side.  The undulating land, like a carpet of mottled colors, retreated rapidly under their feet.  The dense forests on both sides were instantly left behind by them.  Their speed is actually not much slower than fighter planes!

    But in front of them, there was already thick smoke billowing and flames soaring into the sky.  Endless explosions of light swept across the entire horizon.  On the jungle hillside, the Chakna infantry in dark green uniforms and the scarred Chakna mechas are desperately blocking the tide-like attack of the Xiyue armored forces.

    The sirens of the radar and the battle deployment instructions of the command system are constantly screaming and shining.

    The blood is burning at this moment.

    "Follow me!" Pan Fei pulled down his goggles.  With a firm push on the joystick, he led his wingman towards the overwhelming enemy aircraft.

    When the fighter plane crashed into the group of enemy planes in the sky where missiles and energy cannons criss-crossed, as if disturbing the frightened birds, he knew that the armored unit below was also roaring and crashing into the enemy amidst the dust.

    At this moment, they are fighting side by side!

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    "kill!"

    &nThis big man with a height of 1.9 meters, a weight of 200 catties, and a long face was suddenly thrown to the ground.

    When he was falling down, Malazi saw that the missile with a meandering trajectory in the air plunged into the hillside where the Suss mecha group was located. With a violent explosion, he was surprised to find that two cyan  The sound rushed up the hillside in a flash.

    Boom!  A Suss mech turned into a burning ball of fire.  Immediately afterwards, another Suss mecha lost its legs and rolled down the hillside.  Before Malazzi could blink, he saw the third and fourth Suss shattered in the explosion.  In this tragic scene, two cyan figures, like two gods of death, are waving sickles.

    The Suss mechs approached by them were fatal with one blow without exception.

    The artillery fire on the position had already stopped, and the soldiers stood in the trench, staring at the hillside in front of the position with gaping lips.  Looking at the two cyan mechs, passing through the Suss mecha at an astonishingly fast speed, watching the shells of the Suss mech chasing after their buttocks to plow the ground.  Watching them use their unimaginable movements and attacks to dismember a Sus mecha.

    That is not the movement according to the mecha control specification, nor is it the slow, rigid, and paused movement that you often see mecha fighters.

    That is a kind of dance, as smooth as water, killing people like hemp!

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