Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 713: Section 708 - Leave a Survivor

As active military-grade combat bombs from Cangqiong Star, their range and designed hit rate were above those of civilian combat bombs. However, in within-visual-range combat, this slight difference in combat performance wasn't as significant as imagined.

Once they got a direct hit, they'd all be done for; everyone had just one shot, though perhaps the F-22 with its "Repulsion Shield" might withstand a few more hits.

"Missile, missile! Dodge quickly!"

This was Minante's first time being Chen Fei's partner, and he urgently reminded him in a fluster.

"Take a deep breath!"

Chen Fei pushed the twin sticks all the way.

"What?"

The next second, Minante saw a flash of red before his eyes, damn!

He immediately felt his whole body tighten, his vision quickly sharpening, as the red before his eyes swiftly receded.

The "Flying Dragon" aerial combat single soldier tactical armor reactivated its pressure balance automatically, stabilizing the blood flow.

If he had any sort of cerebral thrombosis or brain tumor at this moment, it was feared he'd have been instantly killed.

During the F-22 "Raptor's" roll, four fireballs were flung out, the Fire System's Second Rank Magic "Blazing Flame Bullet" temporarily serving as an infrared heat jamming flare. As it wasn't the original model of "Raptor," the infrared heat response at the vector nozzle outlet was remarkably low, almost nonexistent when blown by the high-altitude air currents.

However, the four enemy missiles were not attracted by the "Blazing Flame Bullets," stubbornly continuing their pursuit, getting closer and closer.

Minante, well-versed in "Sky Falcon" and related tactics, immediately shouted, "It's no use, 'Sky Falcon's' combat bombs are also multi-mode guided."

Nowadays, it is rare for missiles to use a single guidance mode. To more accurately track targets, they often use a combination of infrared, optical recognition, active or passive radar waves, laser, and remote control, ensuring the highest hit rate.

"Got it, keep breathing deeply, the next move is going to be intense."

As Chen Fei finished speaking, Minante went black before his eyes, damn!

The modified F-22 "Raptor" burst out in full speed toward the two "Sky Falcons," which were also performing intense evasive maneuvers.

The missiles from both sides pursued their respective targets, but the distance between the "Raptor" and the "Sky Falcons" rapidly closed.

"Can't take it anymore, too intense! Ugh!"

Had it not been for his seatbelt tightly securing him, Minante, shaking his head uncontrollably, started to feel overwhelmed.

It was almost unbelievable that a combat pilot could experience airsickness.

If he had known the "rookie" played so wildly, he would never have boarded this "Raptor" under any circumstances.

Now that he was on board, no, on the thief's plane, it was too late to back out!

The assembled combat aircraft "Sky Falcon" also had great agility, but its maneuvering posture was much more graceful and delicate, not like the "Raptor's" blatant crashing and aggressive tactics, which seemed blunt and brutish.

Who needs delicacy? Just do it!

Even though the world outside the cockpit was spinning wildly, Chen Fei, with the "Basic Optical Observer" fitted with the "Macroscopic Perspective" functionality, could see clearly the positions of the other two "Sky Falcons" and the altitude of the "Raptor" as if second nature.

The seemingly out-of-control F-22 "Raptor" fighter jet closed in directly on one of the "Sky Falcons."

The "Sky Falcon" pilot, while desperately evading missiles, inadvertently glanced aside, terrified to his core. What the hell is this tactic, coming straight at me, keep away, no!

The "Raptor" barely grazed the tip of the "Sky Falcon's" Light Wing, the wake causing the "Sky Falcon" to wobble.

With a flip of its flaps, the F-22 "Raptor" suddenly opened its airbrake. As the nose once again pointed towards the "Sky Falcon," the cannon position suddenly launched a thick object.

A 200mm caliber railgun fired a shrapnel round, each steel pellet in the shrapnel 3cm in diameter, assembled into a one-meter-long projectile that split into over a thousand steel pellets once it left the acceleration rail, immediately covering one of the "Sky Falcons" and three of the four missiles chasing it.

The pilot in the "Sky Falcon's" cockpit was instantly turned into countless pieces, and the fractured assembled combat aircraft was engulfed by the exploding missile.

Missiles didn't know how to steer clear since, constrained by costs, even the currently equipped short-range combat missiles weren't that smart.

Boom!~

The stray missile collided with the Raptor's repulsion shield field, which had lost speed due to its maneuvering stance. Chen Fei's abilities were not yet sufficient to completely dodge all missiles; he was inevitably hit by one.

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The blast wave, shrapnel, and flames surged in all directions, but failed to reach the F-22 Raptor's fuselage itself.

Minante, who had been dizzied by the continuous aggressive maneuvering, was finally shaken awake by the noise of the missile explosion. Looking around in a daze, he asked anxiously, "What happened? Did we get hit?"

"Shot down a 'Sky Falcon'!"

Chen Fei glanced briefly at the flame and debris plummeting towards the ground with the corner of his eye and did not look a second time.

If the people weren't alive, there was no point in looking.

Right, there's another one!

The pilot of another "Sky Falcon" seemed to lack flying skills, still bobbing and weaving, almost turned into a dead dog by the pursuing missile.

"Another one left? I'll take him out!~"

The previous shrapnel barrage wasn't from Minante's hand; he was now rubbing his hands together, getting ready to take down the last enemy.

"No, leave a survivor!"

Chen Fei suddenly vetoed Minante's idea.

"Huh?"

Minante completely forgot that the pitiful pilot was actually a comrade from the same camp, while the man in front was the enemy on the opposing side.

"Prepare the particle beam, aim for a one-hit, 'Adam,' take control of the Combat Bomb."

Chen Fei had the AI "Adam" remotely control the missile to drive the "Sky Falcon" into a perfect position, creating the best opportunity for Minante.

Adam: Control taken!

"Lock on!"

As soon as the Directed-Energy Fire Control System's crosshair aimed at the "Sky Falcon," forced into the firing line, Minante pressed the launch button without hesitation.

A blue-white beam shot out, instantly piercing the frantically fleeing assembled combat aircraft, even severing a Light Wing from the fuselage entirely.

As a type of directed-energy weapon, the particle beam wouldn't easily cause explosions or fires. However, it could easily penetrate objects. That single hit would not only take out assembled combat aircraft but, even armored vehicles could be penetrated from front to back, shot clean through.

With such damage, the ability to fly was almost irreversibly lost. The "Sky Falcon," now disabled, plummeted straight to the ground. Besides being severely startled by the sudden particle beam attack, the pilot above wasn't much hurt, and now had no choice but to bail and save himself.

A snow-white parachute bloomed in the sky.

Hundreds of meters away, a loud bang erupted as the released combat bomb self-destructed.

The F-22 "Raptor" continued to decelerate, its nose aimed at the parachute, descending at the same speed jointly.

The pilot beneath the parachute looked utterly desolate, clearly very aware of his impending fate.

The outcome was inevitable, and both parties fell silent.

Abruptly, the parachute fabric crashed onto tree branches; the pilot didn't land smoothly but was left hanging two meters above the ground.

Beginning from 30 meters above the ground, the F-22 "Raptor" engaged in a retrieval process, for its vast wing area couldn't possibly land in the woods intact. It might end up worse than a parachute stuck on tree branches. In the end, only a small part of the cockpit landed; the rest turned entirely into energy points, damnably taken advantage by the Dog System.

As soon as the seat belt released, leaving the cockpit behind, Minante staggered and stumbled to a nearby bush, starting to heavily water the ground.

"Ugh..."

A foul smell began to spread.

The enemy pilot hung up like a hanged ghost in the tree, motionless, mood equally foul. Was it really this asshole who knocked him down from the sky?

He really felt like dying!

"Hey, are you alright!"

Chen Fei patted his good friend's back, handing over a crushed piece of ginger; he didn't have motion sickness pills or car sickness pills, so he had to make do with something else.

"Ugh... ginger? What are you doing here?"

Smelling the sharp scent of ginger, Minante incredulously looked at Chen Fei.

Throw in some oil, salt, green onions, and wine, and they could have started cooking!

"Um... tourism!"

Chen Fei looked up at the sky, saying lightly.

He had never come here to fight in the first place.