"Ding ding ding..."
The bullets hit the B17's fuselage, and Anderson tried his best to maneuver the plane to avoid it, but it was difficult for the bulky B17 to make much movement.
"Thump thump thump thump thump thump...!"
"Go to hell, yellow-skinned monkey!"
Cooper pulled the trigger, and a twin-linked cannon on the top output firepower like crazy, breaking the fighter that was too close into two pieces.
"Oooh!"
"Good job Cooper!"
His teammates cheered for him, but Cooper couldn't laugh because there were four Falcon fighter jets circling around his mother.
They had been fighting in the air for seven or eight minutes. In addition to the one Cooper had just hit, another Falcon was also killed by the machine gun on the tail.
However, their price was also quite heavy. The B17 fuselage was already full of bullet holes, the machine gun position at the tail of the aircraft was smashed, and the two people inside were torn to pieces by bullets on the spot.
One of the engines on the left was destroyed, the propeller could no longer move, and thick black smoke was still coming out.
Fortunately, the skin of the Flying Fortress is thick enough, so it can continue to fly even after being seriously injured. Moreover, the Japanese Hayabusa is inherently insufficient in firepower, with only two machine guns on each aircraft.
Compared with other mainstream fighter jets of this era, the Falcon's weapons are really shoddy.
"Bullets! Bullets! Get me a box quickly!" The twin turrets under the belly of the machine have already fired 300 rounds of ammunition, and the machine gunner's feet are piled with yellow bullet casings.
"Here!" The companion in the cabin hurriedly brought over a magazine box.
The two people in the turret quickly took over and reloaded the ammunition, but the deputy accidentally slipped on the shell casing on the ground, and the ammunition chain box in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
"Damn it! Tom, stand up!" the machine gunner shouted anxiously.
At this moment...a Falcon pulled up from below was aimed at the machine gun turret, and a long stream of bullets came flying in.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
"Puff! Puff! Puff..." The machine gunner and deputy were instantly penetrated by bullets. Blood and internal organ fragments were sprayed everywhere, and the turret was a mess.
This horrific scene was really daunting, but the companion who handed the bullets jumped into the turret without hesitation. He ignored the disgusting remains of the corpse and hurriedly picked up the bullet box and loaded it on the machine gun, while shouting urgently road:
"Tom and Lane are dead, please come help!"
The strong smell of blood made people sick, but he did not dare to stop what he was doing, because if they did not resist, what was waiting for them would be torn to pieces by these Falcon fighters.
Seeing that after fighting for so long, they could not shoot down the opponent, but two aircraft were killed. The remaining four Falcon fighters changed their tactics.
They rely on their flexible mobility to fight with them, just like hyenas on the grassland. They bite you from time to time and drain your blood little by little.
"Whoosh...ding-ding-ding-ding!"
"ah!!"
A string of fire snakes hit the cab, killing the co-pilot on the spot. The powerful kinetic energy of the bullet broke off Anderson's left arm, and blood spurted out like a fountain!
"ah……"
The B17 suddenly lost control and fell diagonally downwards. The pain made Anderson scream in agony. The windshield in front was also smashed, and strong winds poured in.
The tilted fuselage caused chaos in the cabin, mechanical parts flying everywhere, and several machine gunners were hit like bowling balls with bruises and bruises.
Cooper, who was in the top turret, realized that something was wrong with the cab. He tried his best to stabilize his body and exited the turret, holding on to the bulkhead and crawling toward the cab with difficulty.
"E on! You damn old guy, get up!"
Anderson endured the severe pain and pulled up the control stick with one hand, tightly controlling the falling aircraft. Fortunately, the remaining three engines could continue to work, and the B17's fuselage gradually stabilized, but the pursuing Japanese fighter jets pounced on them again.
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On the other side, Wesker and Kevin were also in big trouble, with three Falcons biting behind them and firing continuously.
The two Weskers worked together to shoot down one of the enemy planes, and at the same time relied on their excellent driving skills to avoid bullets left and right. However, the four Falcons were too close together, and in terms of maneuverability, the P40 fighter was far less agile than the lightweight Falcon. , unable to get rid of them for a while.
"Kevin! Clouds, to the clouds!" Wesker shouted to Kevin through the radio. He must find a way to deal with it immediately, otherwise it will be a matter of time before they are shot down.
"receive!"
Kevin understood immediately, pushed the lever all the way, and controlled the plane to make a roll maneuver to the right, flying towards the thick clouds below.
Not far away, Wesker also headed in that direction, followed closely by two unknown enemy planes, launching several dense clusters of fire snakes from time to time.
Just when Wesker was about to fly above the clouds, Kevin suddenly emerged from his 12 o'clock direction, and the Falcon behind him was also exposed to his gun.
"Thump thump thump thump thump thump...!"
Wesker opened fire without hesitation. The P40E fighter he was flying had two 12.7-caliber machine guns and four Browning machine guns under the wings. The sudden firepower instantly blew up the Falcon in the air.
"Boooooooooooo...boom!"
"Bang bang bang bang...!"
Kevin, who was flying towards him, also pointed his gun behind Wesker. As the two planes passed each other, they poured firepower on the enemy plane behind the other side, and the Japanese were also firing at the two of them at this moment!
"Yamiro!"
Because the distance between the five aircraft was too close, there was no way to avoid the lasing bullets under hedging.
One of the Falcons following Wesker was hit, and the bullets shattered the entire cockpit. The little devil inside was no longer human, but the out-of-control Falcon continued to fly straight towards Fang.
Kevin's wing was also smashed, and he was unable to effectively evade the fighter plane when it was damaged.
"Shit!" Kevin yelled in horror. The enemy plane kept dilating in his pupils, and it was too late to parachute.
"boom!"
A blazing fire broke out in the sky, and Kevin's plane collided hard with the Falcon!
Wesker quickly pulled the plane up and punched the cockpit glass: "No! Kevin!"
Looking at the two free-falling plane wreckage below, Wesker felt extremely sad, helplessly watching his comrades fall, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Regardless of being too sad, he hurriedly adjusted his course and headed towards high altitude, because the last surviving Falcon was still behind him.
"damn it!"
Wesker's wing tail was hit by a bullet, and the plane dragged a long line of black smoke across the sky. It was obvious that there was something wrong with the plane's steering system.
Since you can't hide, let's face it head-on. Those East Asian dwarves will pay the price for Kevin's death!
The wing was damaged, so he could only try to maneuver the plane through a huge turning radius, increase the power and speed towards the Falcon.
Are you going to have a final duel? Seeing the smoking P40 actually rushing towards him, the Japanese pilot sneered and pushed the control stick to climb upward at an extremely fast speed. Unless a miracle happened, the opponent would only die in this state!
The two fighter planes flew towards each other up and down. With full throttle, Wesker was full of anger and determination to die, and he was bound to drag the Falcon to hell together!
