Munitions Empire

Previously, those biplanes were really underperforming. When encountering Tang Army fighter jets, they often had to seek cover by merging into bomber formations, one could hardly tell who was escorting whom.

The Dahua pilot clutching the machine gun lifted his head, looking up into the sky where a dense formation of Dahua Type 1 fighter jets was present, which reassured him a great deal.

However, soon he tilted his ear, as if searching for something. Amid the howling wind, he seemed to hear something amiss.

"Enemy planes! Enemy planes!" The pilot in front of him turned his head and shouted loudly, alerting him to immediately prepare for battle, "Tang Country planes are charging over! Get ready to fight!"

The gunner clearly heard his pilot's shout, and while pulling the bolt of his gun, he gave a thumbs up.

This gesture proved more effective than shouting. At least, when the pilot saw it, he turned back and took control of the plane seriously.

The atmosphere immediately tensed to the extreme. Soon, the sound of machine gun fire started coming from a distance. Due to visibility issues, the gunner searched for a long time without seeing the curve of any tracer bullets.

He knew the battle had started, but as he couldn't see where exactly it was happening, he kept searching relentlessly for any sign of the enemy.

Suddenly, he spotted a black dot sweeping past the edge of the bomber formation, with a speed that was chilling to the core.

The roaring sound of its engine was frighteningly loud, swiftly darting between two Dahua bombers with the agility of a petrel in a storm.

It banked sharply and pounced on an unmaneuverable bomber. A row of glowing bullets tore through the bomber's fuselage, ripping the fragile body into pieces.

As the severed bomber disintegrated, countless fragments scattered in the wind, and the Dahua gunner stood at his post, watching in horror as someone was pulled out of the plane by the airflow and disappeared with the wreckage from his sight.

He stood there dumbfounded, even forgetting that he was on a battlefield, entranced until another Butcher fighter jet burst into his view, reminding him that he was also prey to this beast.

"Ah!" Finally, he screamed, pulling the trigger at the fleeting target far ahead, the first tracer bullet drawing a faint arc in the air, its destination unknown.

Frankly speaking, these small-caliber machine guns are really unsuitable for air combat. Unfortunately, that was the only self-defense weapon available on Dahua Empire bombers.

Compared to the 20mm cannons equipped on Tang Country fighter jets, both destructiveness and bullet trajectory were far inferior. The only advantage of such machine guns was their sufficient ammunition capacity, allowing frantic Dahua gunners to keep firing.

"Ratatatat!" Extremely tense, the gunner held down the trigger, madly strafing the Tang Army fighter jet that flew past.

Regrettably, despite his best efforts to adjust his aim, the curve of tracer bullets merely followed the disappearing silhouette of the Tang Army fighter jet, hitting nothing.

"Steady!" his pilot turned back nervously once again, admonishing the gunner behind him, "Don't run out of bullets! Damn it!"

Compared to the massive fleet of Dahua Empire aircraft, the number of ferocious Tang Army fighter jets at this moment indeed wasn't large.

If one were to count carefully, there were only about ten Tang Army fighter jets, far too few to shake the massive formation of Dahua bombers.

After all, this was just a patrol squad in Tang Country's airspace; the real intercepting Tang Country fighter jet troops were still on their way.

Yet, lacking communications, the Dahua pilots were unaware of this; they were already intimidated by these meteor-like Tang Army fighter jets. Watching a handful of enemy planes move freely within their formation, wreaking havoc left and right, many Dahua Empire pilots grew increasingly anxious.

"Damn it! Where are our escort fighter jets? Why haven't they come over yet!" a bomber pilot, lifting his head, searched for allies, muttering under his breath.