"Brothers, start working hard!"

The squadron leader of the "True Fragrance" squadron, flight code name "Peanut Butter", Major Chekov's tone dropped, and he no longer had the playful smile as before, as if he had finally sobered up a bit.

It has been dogged by multiple fighter jets so far, and has eaten enough close-range combat bombs. In addition, a large-scale rain of dragon thorns has just erupted. It is inevitable that the metal dragon's vitality will be severely damaged. Just look at the regenerated blade wings, which are smaller than before.

Even if there is no need for "dragon-killing bullets", if this continues, it won't be long before this crazy killing dragon is killed.

"???"

Σ(°△°|||)︴Chen Fei was startled.

Suddenly, I was shocked!

Hey hey hey! I am innocent!

I'm not a combatant!

You've had enough, feed the stinky bear!

Don’t you think the way you died was special enough?

Since ancient times, people have been lonely, and they can only leave their name by seeking death.

"Little pepper, cover, rookie, White Emperor's Holy Sword, Yujian follow me, Ula!~"

Ignoring Chen Fei's protest in the back seat, Chekov took a deep breath, roared, and pushed the throttle valve. The turboprop engine that got more fuel instantly output more power. The surface of the body

The "Big Mouth Monster", which had many scratches and dents, and was almost covered in bruises, once again charged towards the metal dragon with its teeth and claws.

Some things have to be done by someone, even if they can only be a hero for a few seconds.

If it’s gone and never comes back, it’s gone and never comes back!

Now is the best time to take advantage of its weakness and kill it. Once it is allowed to recover, it will only become more difficult to deal with. The metal dragon is notoriously petty and vindictive.
Chapter completed!