The pilot controls the mecha so that it does not kneel down. The engine inlet is reversed. The reverse flame flow is like a cocoon, wrapping the mecha and burning it without distinguishing between friend and foe. "Shanwenjia" uses neuron empathy to operate the mecha. Everything that happens will be fed back to the pilot himself, which means that the pilot endures pain that is impossible for ordinary people to endure.
The huge mecha stood with its sword propped up, leaning over to bear the severe blows from the dragon evil. Every time the tail hammer hit its back, the mecha's flames increased in color. The color of the flames, which was the same as the tail flames of the fighter jets, weakened into golden oranges. The color rose to pure white, then cyan blue.
The high temperature released by the body prevents the blizzard in this area. At this moment, it seems like there are no clouds in the sky!
Above the sky, the wings of the aircraft cracked the navy blue curtain, and the sky-blue flames dragged through the frost clouds, leaving a pale white trail. In the daytime, the purple stars of the Renaissance Army shone brightly, and the airflow separated from the surface of the fighter plane. Out, the smooth aerodynamic shape ensures the fighter's effective wind resistance, and the nose of the aircraft is like a raptor with its eyes lowered. If the J-75 "Golden Dragon" fighter-bomber does not come out, it will defeat the enemy!
"Enter the combat area and request fire."
Three J-75s flew past Qinhu in a standard arrow-shaped formation, and then changed to a low-altitude cruising attitude. The leader's radar detected an extremely clear infrared mark, which was the infrared signal encoded by the heat-dissipating armor plates when the mecha was opening and closing, guiding the air attack.
"allow."
"Hole two, hole three, disperse, execute!" the lead aircraft issued the order, immediately pulled out and leveled, and completed a 180-degree turn with a beautiful rolling movement. If it is a free air combat, with only one strong maneuver, the lead aircraft can intercept the enemy head-on. Fang fighter!
The pilot ejected the launch safety, opened the bomb bay, launched three ground-attack missiles, ignited, aimed, and went supersonic!
Fighters and missiles produced sonic booms one after another, and the sound of thunder spread across thousands of empty mountains. The short-range missiles came at Mach 8 speed, and the damage range seemed to cover the entire Qinhu!
All the ground infantry had withdrawn into the pre-set air defense bunkers. Except for the troops and tanks that stood at the plasma cannon position, there was no one alive standing on the bank of Qin Lake.
"Warning, core damage warning!" The mecha began to run in the opposite direction before the missiles hit, and it moved several thousand meters away. After the mecha rolled into the ridgeline, twelve ground-attack missiles exploded!
The explosion blast knocked Shen Rusong off his feet. He couldn't remember how many times he fell and got up. He could still see the silhouette lights of the transport plane flickering in the distance, like fireflies holding fire, flying into the doomed dark night sky.
Shen Rusong held himself up and panted violently. He looked into Yang Qi's eyes, which looked up and rolled up, and gradually lost his vitality. He didn't know what happened to him, but the large pools of blood stung Shen Rusong's eyes.
There is more than one life on his shoulders.
Under the sudden blue sky, the rhythm of "Mountain Wenjia" bathed in fire erupted with a halo. The fighter planes stayed in the air, and the clusters of rockets they projected exploded densely, brilliantly, illuminating the surface of the earth.
"Let's go, let's go..." Yang Qi said in a low voice. He couldn't use any strength in his lower body. He couldn't use any strength at all.
Shen Rusong summoned up all his strength, grabbed Yang Qi's belt, picked up his left leg and put it on his shoulder.
Yang Qi let out a pitiful cry, because what Shen Rusong touched was not flesh at all, but bones. At first glance, his entire calf was cut off.
"Go, go! Monitor! Go!"
"I'll take you away!"
In the cold gray fog and hot air, Shen Rusong still carried Yang Qi on his back, and his heartbeat became increasingly clear. Because he was facing the radiation directly, his nosebleeds poured out, and his skin began to burn.
His eyes were unwavering.
The mountains are majestic, and the engine force field restraint device of the "Shanwen Armor" breaks away, and the alloy armor pieces that are burnt to the point of losing color fall piece by piece. The pilot is removing the redundant mechanism. Soon, the Tianhai soldier removes the armor that can save the enemy. His armor, which had been destroyed forever, transformed into a civilian swordsman holding a sword. He was tall and thin, standing erect in front of the roaring dragon with fluttering wings.
combustion! Become a firefly and burn!
The cyan flame attaches to the chain sword. This flame of more than 5000 degrees Celsius turns the chain sword into a real dragon-slaying weapon!
hack!
The gray snow explodes!
cut!
The owl dragon's head, cut off the dragon's feet!
People gazed at the god-like mecha, and in their minds only gods, Buddhas and immortals could describe the great "Shanwenjia". Everyone forgot that gods, Buddhas and immortals were criticized, but at this moment, how much people hoped that this aircraft The Great Weapon is indeed a god.
Shen Rusong had no concept of gods, Buddhas, or gods at this time. He was gradually losing consciousness. Gray mist replaced the evaporated air. The mecha was majestic. The perpetual motion engine sucked away all the airflow around Shen Rusong. The mist poured in, almost trapping him in a vacuum.
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and the cavalry rode on the bloody field. The gray mane of the horse was flying, and the four hooves trampled the blood pool. The cavalry stopped next to Shen Rusong.
"Don't die! Shen Rusong! I won't let you die!" A vague voice came, ringing in Shen Rusong's ears.
His consciousness was gradually dissipating. Shen Rusong felt that the world was turned upside down and then surging. His eyes were filled with blood and black. He heard the sound of gold and iron ringing very close to his ears, and the sound of someone shouting. On the side of his eyelids, Hanging down, I was thinking, could it be that the mecha is coming?
The roar of the rotor covered up the rest of the sounds. From the hard bump, Shen Rusong felt himself moving to a slightly softer place. His body lightened up, and he felt as if he had died. Now his soul was wandering, flying towards heaven.
But? Obviously there is no such thing. How can a person have a soul after death? Maybe this is good, at least you can tell your father face to face that your son is a glorious soldier of the Renaissance Army. One night, he will walk into the dreamland of his mother and sister, comfort them and say: You are glorious martyrs, I admire you. First, look at the sun and the moon. Where the sun shines, that is where my bones are buried.
Feeling warm all over, Shen Rusong opened his eyes slightly, and great warmth enveloped him. In a daze, he vaguely saw Mai Qiu's face. Ah, it was her. She was standing at the Wangkui base station. She took out a bag of dried plums from the pocket of her tan military coat and waved to him with a smile.
"Shen Rusong..."
"Shen Rusong..."
The next moment, her face disappeared, and instead it was the mecha's horizontal diamond-shaped eyes facing Shen Rusong, flowing with purple and bright yellow warm colors. He saw the pilot wrapped in a cocoon inside, and then, the mecha It rose suddenly, and the blue flames scattered like meteors, lighting up the darkest night sky before dawn, and the sound and shouts shook the sky and the earth.
Shen Rusong closed his eyes, and the deep darkness quickly swallowed him. In his last consciousness, there was a trace of happiness. It didn't take long. On the way to heaven or hell, there were many comrades walking together. They believed that they were doing well and were always willing to go together.
The blue flames fell on Shen Rusong bit by bit, blended into his eyes, and gradually turned white. The towering sacred Dragon Mountain was vividly visible. No matter how far away it was, Shen Rusong turned around, with the gun behind his shoulder, and raised his head gently, looking See that great mountain. At the foot of the mountain is your hometown, relatives and friends, and your motherland.
The sound of the fluttering wings of the bird gradually faded away, and it flew away with the fire in its mouth. The last scene that appeared in Shen Rusong's mind was that when he was walking in the upward tunnel and serving on the surface, countless soot fell into the ground, burned into sparks, and fell on them. In front of you, behind you.
Yes, Mom, I will become a firefly.
