Beep!~ Beep beep beep!~ Beep!~ Beep beep!~
"...Can't drink anymore! Can't drink anymore!... Good booze, this is good stuff... mua!"
Chen Fei felt like he was lying in a cradle, swaying comfortably, drooling and talking in his sleep.
"Rookie! Wake up!~~KUMAAA!"
The sudden bear-like roar kicked young Chen Fei out of his dreamland.
"Huh? What's going on? Is it time to go to work? I haven't even started my horse stance!"
Chen Fei reflexively jerked up, only to be yanked back by the seatbelt strapped across him.
Looking around, he was shocked to find himself inside a cockpit, and on the rear seat of a "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop aircraft at that.
He looked down and saw a big bag of plastic bags in his arms, wafting out the aroma of food.
What's going on here?
It must be a dream? Yes, definitely a dream!!
So, nothing to worry about, nothing at all!
Chen Fei sat back comfortably, closed his eyes, and prepared to drift back into his slumber.
"Hey, Rookie, how long you gonna sleep for? Wake up, there's a war to fight!"
The roaring voice of Chekhov Big Bear reached Chen Fei's ears once more.
"Stewed bear, deep-fried bear, steamed bear, spicy stir-fried bear, candied bear, hot and spicy bear, plain boiled bear..."
Chen Fei kept his eyes tightly shut, muttering nonstop.
He was practically saying "If I close my eyes, it's night."
Clang! An Erguotou liquor bottle flew from the front seat and hit his helmet, jolting his head to the side.
Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.
Damn... this is no dream.
He was really in the cockpit.
"Awake now? Get ready for combat, we're almost there!"
No doubt, that was Chekhov Big Bear in the front seat.
But, how did he end up here?
With a forehead full of question marks, Chen Fei tentatively asked, "Um, squadron leader, where are we, and what are we doing?"
The swaying scenery outside the cockpit was dim, with the occasional high-speed backward movement of mountain ridges and rocks. It seemed the "Big Mouth Monster" was flying low.
The incessant beeping in his ears was clearly the flight altitude alarm.
"Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron's boss, Comrade Chekhov, boldly proclaimed, "It's a dark and windy night, perfect for a stealth mission, right? You agreed to sneak with me for a quick hit-and-run, to show those traitors at 909 what they're up against."
Wait! Not me, don't pin this on me! I didn't say that!
Basic Optical Observer Level 2, activate!
All of a sudden, his vision became as clear as daylight, but, uh! No wingmen, no allies!
Within a twenty-mile radius, there was only their "Big Mouth Monster," barreling towards enemy camp at break-neck speed.
"Um, can the plane stop for a bit? I need to pee?"
Chen Fei didn't want to go mad with this Big Bear, but rather head back to base for a good sleep and wake up refreshed and vigorous.
Chekhov Big Bear spoke ruthlessly, "Heh, you think you can just leave my plane? If you gotta go, just wet your pants. If you dare eject, I'll shoot you down myself," he said, an unmistakable note of ruthlessness in his voice.
Chen Fei was so enraged he wanted to curse out loud.
But even if he could tear this stinking bear to pieces right now, it wouldn't help the situation.
Looking at the electronic map, he saw they weren't too far from the 909 Aircrew Base.
Chekhov really had some nerve. The battle had just ended; both sides were exhausted, and there he was, intent on storming the enemy base solo.
If you want to infiltrate, do it, but why drag me along?
Chen Fei started to remember some details.
That's right, he was tidying up in his shed in Barut when the drunken female executive manager barged in with two bottles of good liquor, and then... nothing unspeakable happened, as drunken lust wasn't a factor, contrary to what novels and TV shows make up.
He, too, got drunk and went to get some food to soak up the alcohol—it's uncomfortable to drink on an empty stomach.
He sneaked into the canteen alone, where Chef Singh was on duty and gave him a bunch of hot, vacuum-packed braised dishes for free, not charging a single Star Yuan, all complimentary—quite the treat.
On his way back to the shed, he unexpectedly ran into a group of guys drinking late-night booze, and Chekhov Big Bear was one of them, bragging away. Chen Fei, being drunk and defiant, expressed his disbelief, and somehow, Chekhov got egged on by a bunch of boozy buffoons, who dragged him onto the fully prepped No.
211 "Big Mouth Monster." The drunken crew clumsily assisted in swapping the ammo without any combat orders or flight missions, and just like that, they recklessly took off, intending to raid 909 Aircrew Base under the cover of night to prove they weren't just boasting.
As memories trickled back, Chen Fei broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he had narrowly escaped death at Ghost Gate Pass once more.
Truly terrifying, those drunkards didn't blow up while changing ammo; he was truly grateful.
If it weren't for the recent ground assault and back-to-back fierce aerial combats that left the base full of wounded, understaffed, and poorly managed, how could these guys have managed to exploit such a lapse?
It was too late for No. 211 "Big Mouth Monster" to turn back now, with only five kilometers left to the 909 Aircrew Base.
Chen Fei quickly checked the ammunition he was carrying and hurried to program it.
After all, presetting the combat scheme for the weapons was a matter of life and death; there really was no time to squabble with Chekhov.
"Last minute, countdown! Rookie, don't drop the ball! Hahaha! Emperor's Holy Sword, follow me with your chariot, hurray!~"
The smug Big Bear laughed loudly and wildly.
Inside the 911 Aircrew Base, apart from a bunch of drunkards, not many knew that a Big Mouth Monster full of ammunition had taken off without permission and left the Aircrew Base.
The security team actually had people still manning their posts, but they didn't have the authority to inquire into the affairs of the flight squadrons and assumed it was another new mission.
However, the personnel on duty at the ground-based radar detected something unusual and urgently called aircraft 211, only to be considered a nuisance by the overly excited Big Bear, who simply shut off the communication channel.
Sitting in the back seat of the cockpit, Chen Fei was deep asleep, snoring loudly. It was only when he was getting close to the 909 Aircrew Base that he sobered up a bit, and then Chekhov Big Bear thoroughly woke him up.
The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft has seven hardpoints, with a maximum payload of two tons.
This time it was carrying two sets of Rocket Nests, two EMPs, two Combat Bombs, and one 500-kilogram high-explosive aerial bomb, which was hanging on the central axis of the machine's belly.
Each of the two Rocket Nests was loaded with 20 57mm caliber rockets, and in combination with other weapons, they nearly consumed eighty percent of the maximum payload capacity.
Only Major Chekhov, commander of the Genuine Fragrance Combat Flight Squadron, was talented and brave enough to play such a risky game; anyone else flying with a heavy load at such low altitude would be waiting to crash into a mountain!
Since he already made it here, why leave without even saying hello?
He chose two EMP missiles, with a flick of his hand, off they went!
The two missiles, dragging tails of fire, screamed out without any hesitation; the first thing to do was to blind the enemy's electronic equipment.
The first wave of EMPs was an old but very effective tactic.
Like children playing house, they started with a slap in the face upon meeting.
In the eyes of the Sovereign Level players, military contractors throwing EMPs at each other was conducive to increasing GDP, so it was a good thing, openly supplying without any embarrassment.
Weapons like EMPs pose no threat to the real National Treasure Artifacts, such as the Crystal Jet.
Aircraft 211 followed closely behind the EMP missiles and began to climb at full speed, breaking away from the ultra-low altitude surprise attack mode.
The moment the missiles appeared, a piercing alarm sounded immediately within the 909 Aircrew Base, four kilometers away.
The personnel still at rest were shocked awake by the sudden alarm; before they could react, two streaks of blue light flashed across the sky above the base, and the alarm stopped abruptly.
Not just the alarm, but all the lights went out as well.
From launch to the burst of a strong electromagnetic pulse, it took only a few seconds, leaving no time for defense.
The portable early warning radar inside began to belch blue smoke, and a large number of electronic circuits were burned out.
"Two kilometers! Hahaha, Uncle Chekhov is here!"
The radar at the 909 Aircrew Base was completely ruined, and the automatic air defense system was knocked out. The opponent was like a defenseless big soft girl, and Chekhov erupted with unrestrained laughter.
Chen Fei saw the turboprop and jet aircraft on the ground; they were all that escaped the net.
"Shooting planes with a machine gun? I like it!"
Chekhov was about to pull the trigger on the wing-mounted machine gun when he heard Chen Fei say, "Use the rockets, empty them all, lock onto the tower and radar separately, and then take a turn around the barracks area."
Chen's hands were quick; he went at it hammer and tongs with fierce operations.
"Emmm... this could work!"
Chekhov quickly grasped the youngster's intent: one sweep to carry away everything, with no looking back, which was exactly to his liking.
Lines of Fire Serpents screeched out, the 57mm aviation rockets swarming towards the apron near the landing runway of the 909 Aircrew Base, all 40 rockets creating an inferno.
Once air superiority is gained, even a single fighter jet can unleash terrifying destructive power.
One after another, the Big Mouth Monsters were directly hit and blown to smithereens or caught in the collateral explosion, torn apart by sympathetic detonations of ammunition, and the closely packed MiG-28 fighter jets were not spared either.
Explosions erupted one after another on the apron, turning it into a fiery hell.
The successful 211 did not stop; the two Combat Bombs under its wings separated one after another, trailing long plumes of smoke as they pounced on the tower and radar, resulting in two more earth-shattering explosions. Zeroed in on Air-to-Ground mode, the programmable Combat Bombs hit their targets directly.
Aircraft 211 suddenly felt lighter as it sharply raised its nose and broke away at full speed.
The "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop didn't just drop the 500-kilogram bomb hanging from the central axis; it also dropped two emptied Rocket Nests, which tumbled down and effortlessly smashed through two barracks buildings.
The violent impact wave instantly swept across the entire barracks area. The modular barracks, just like those at 911 Aircrew Base, were as fragile as paper mache, shattering the buildings and the people inside.
Before this, the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron from 911 Aircrew Base had raided 897 Aircrew Base without deliberately targeting personnel. Even though most areas of the base were reduced to scorched earth, the barracks area was still intact, and there were not many casualties.
At this moment, deep in the night, most people were resting in the barracks area.
But Chekhov and Chen Fei chose to strike hard; that one high-explosive aerial bomb dropped would result in casualties in the double digits at least, and surpassing a hundred was also a possibility.
This is corporate warfare; there's no justice, no right or wrong, only life, or death!