Chapter 146

"Low-altitude flight and high-altitude fighter flight are completely different concepts!"

"At an altitude of 3,000 meters, a flight error exceeding 500 meters is very common."

"But if it's low-altitude flight, an error of 500 meters is almost fatal."

"So when piloting an attack helicopter for low-altitude combat, the pilot must devote their entire heart and mind to flying."

"Moreover, attack helicopters have many weapon systems; it's very difficult for one person to perform precise fire strikes while piloting!"

"That's why a second person is specifically assigned to operate the fire control system."

Having said all this in one breath,

Zhang Zhe's throat had already become dry from excitement and agitation.

Because today he had witnessed a legend!

His tone was full of awe,

"And now..."

"Do you know how incredible what Lu Shu did is?"

"He adjusted the entire attack helicopter's operating system."

"He consolidated part of the fire control system and the piloting system entirely onto the main pilot's panel!"

"Although he lost control over part of the firepower."

"But! He completed the dual-line operation of piloting and fire control all by himself!"

"It's equivalent to his brain flying at high speed on one side while conducting precise fire strikes on the other!"

"Too... too perverted!"

"In modern warfare, almost no combat pilot can do what he does!"

"I... I can't understand how he did it!"

In mid-air,

an Israeli attack helicopter hit by Lu Shu

crashed heavily to the ground,

and then turned completely into burning wreckage.

"Olaf!!!"

On the remaining attack helicopter,

the Israeli pilot let out a mournful roar,

"Damn it! Die for me!"

He turned the fuselage around,

and frantically pulled the trigger on his weapons.

Rat-tat-tat!

Boom-boom-boom!

The two attack helicopters began chasing and killing each other in the night sky,

machine guns and missiles constantly pouring down on each other,

illuminating almost half the night sky.

Inside the A-129,

Lu Shu maneuvered the helicopter to perform two more high-difficulty flips,

dodging two pursuing shells,

glanced at the alarm on the digital control panel,

and muttered expressionlessly,

"Annoying."

"Out of ammo."

The A-129 was originally stolen,

and the supplementary ammunition wasn't much either;

the last bit had just been wasted by him.

"Damn... so cool!"

On the ground,

Moldler, the commander of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group,

looked up at the brilliant scene in the sky.

Although the one piloting that A-129 was his enemy,

at this moment,

he also had to admit,

this guy,

is too strong!

Why does this guy seem to be good at land, sea, and air combat?

How did such a perverted guy emerge?

Is this that thing called the protagonist halo?

Damn it!

Why can't I be cool like him?

Envy,

Jealousy,

various emotions fermenting in Modler's heart,

making his face grow more and more hideous.

"Damn it!"

"Shoot them for me!"

"Bomb them to death!"

"Even if you can't break their defense, make some noise for me!"

Amidst his roars,

he frantically pulled the trigger on the convoy below the sand dune,

Rat-tat-tat!

Yet all the bullets,

upon impact, could only produce a clinking and clanging sound!

Boom!

Boom!

Two tanks had already opened fire,

shells exploding one after another,

though the frequency was not fast,

yet every time,

it brought great panic to the several mercenary bands besieging them.

And the heavy machine guns on those three armored vehicles,

were also continuously spitting fire snakes.

At this moment, this entire area,

was completely a small-scale war,

but even under the siege of the three mercenary bands,

the convoy's speed remained completely unaffected,

advancing at a leisurely pace.

"Hahaha! This is awesome!"

"Quick, quick! Reload, reload! Fire another shell at them!"