"This is Delta. Call the Skeleton Team. You will enter the best range in 30 seconds. Correct the route 130 and 30." Misa Hayase's voice came from the communication channel.

"Okay. All the staff acted according to Commander Hayase's instructions. After 20 seconds, they entered the best range." Roy confirmed the order again.

"Yes." All members of the Skeleton Team replied.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Launch." While the communication channel received a confirmation order, all the long-range missiles carried by all fighters were launched in an instant. He looked at the real-time surveillance image on the screen for no reason, and missiles rushed towards the enemy with long tail flames. Some missiles were shot down before they had gone half the distance, and some missiles began to change rails across half the distance, and rushed towards the target in a maneuverable manner.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The missile hits. The aircraft are scattered to attack."

"All the planes are scattered to fight. Oh, by the way. If you have the strength to take care of the newcomers," Roy said, and pulled the lever and rushed directly to the enemy who had been locked.

"Yes. Newcomer. Don't be shot down." Suxiong shouted first. As soon as he locked the target, he poured out all the missiles hanging under the wings. After that, Suxiong rolled out a semicircular trajectory and hung the target from a distance. It seemed that this guy was running away, right?

"It's still the same. Mark. The target is heading towards you." Yihui reminded Mark while avoiding the enemy's pursuit.

"Receive. Welcome the enemy." Mark replied neatly.

He Moming was also being chased by two enemies. It was probably because the painted look very much like the captain's plane, but it was actually the captain's plane. After all, it was VF-1S. Although there was a newcomer sitting inside, blue cannon lines flew past the cockpit, He Moming controlled the body to dodge various maneuvers while trying to counterattack.

"It's still too heavy." He Wuming saw two large missile launch components mounted behind the body appearing from the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't help but say. But at this time, He Wuming could not make any effective actions on these two large components. After making a beautiful continuous side-rolling maneuver, He Wuming directly drove the extra force to the maximum. The engine, which was already roaring continuously, instantly roared, and under the powerful thrust, the fighter pulled out a white shadow.

"Come on! Follow my butt as much as you like." He Wuming shouted with his joystick tightly. As expected, the enemy who had been hanging on He Wuming at 6 o'clock was unwilling to let him go. After He Wuming accelerated, he also burst out at the maximum speed and chased him tightly. He Wuming endured the side effects of the powerful thrust - a strong overload. In addition to staring at the boundless darkness in front of him, Yu Guang also always paid attention to the distance of the enemy behind him. The rhythm of the alarm sound of the fire-controlled radar gradually became rapid, and the distance was gradually shortened. The attack that had already stopped began to be launched behind him again.

"It's now!!" When the fire-controlled radar burst out with a sharp and sharp sound, He Wuming pulled the pull rod upwards in one breath. The VF-1S, which was originally flying at an extremely fast speed, instantly switched to a semi-human form, and the engine's propulsion direction instantly changed from a parallel line to a longitudinal line. At this time, the fighter jumped gently with a seemingly very light action, allowing the enemy who was stalking behind him. The enemy-to-me relationship was reversed at that moment. The enemy-to-me-oriented enemy-oriented relationship was reversed at that moment. The enemy-to-faced enemy-to-faced jumped gently under this light leap to He Wuming. In order to complete this light leap, He Mo

Ming was under a strong overload that was so heavy that it could not be described in words. At that moment, He Wuming's vision appeared in his sight and turned black. The air in his lungs was almost completely squeezed out by the pressure brought by the strong overload. In this case, He Wuming actually pulled the trigger with intuition, and a series of machine cannon shells roared at the enemy. He jumped on the outer armor of the battle bag and tore the armor apart. The subsequent shells rushed into the enemy's body with the selfless contribution of the senior, strangling all the tissues in the body into piles of minced meat. The target disappeared and the battle was achieved.

"Hu·Hu··Hu····Hu···" He inexplicably breathed the air, not even satisfied with the narrow environment of his helmet. He took off his helmet and breathed the air in the cockpit with all his heart. His eyes, which had black vision, gradually saw the way in front of him, and a pile of wreckage that could no longer be seen floating not far from the fighter plane. He inexplicably raised his back, leaning his head against the driver's seat, and breathing one mouthful after another.

"Good boy. I didn't expect you to do such a move." Roy and the others also cleaned their targets. They each controlled the fighter planes and moved closer to He inexplicably. Hearing Roy's admiration, the voices of Mark and others also sounded in the communication channel.

"Hahahaha...is okay. It's too heavy. The two big guys behind it." He was still a little angry and raised his fingers to compare the two large components behind the body.

"Oh? You don't want these two components?" Roy asked in a little confusion.

"Not that. The main thing is that you can't throw away. The missiles have been fired. Why are you still keeping them? It's so heavy, it's still a burden to fly like I did just now." After He felt that his physical condition had improved a little, he controlled the fighter planes and returned to the formation.

"Is that so? Let me mention it to the preparatory class. I think they should be very happy." Roy smiled.

"This is Delta. Target clearance. Mission is completed, and the course is 220. Skeleton Team please return." Misa Hayase's voice sounded in the communication channel as usual.

"Received. Heading 220, the Skeleton Team returned to sail. The boys, the mission was completed. Return to sail." Roy said hello and led the victorious people to fly to McCross 1.

Under the enthusiastic greeting of the ground crew, He Wuming walked off the fighter plane. Before He Wuming took off his helmet, he was pulled by the head of the preparatory team to ask questions. He Wuming answered one by one when the head of the preparatory team kept dropping bombs. In the end, He Wuming said that the head of the preparatory team was holding a notebook to record. After this inquiry was completed, He Wuming felt that his throat was about to smoke. Before He Wuming raised his foot to find water to drink, a water bottle was handed over from the side.

"Ah. Thank you. Well? Mingmei. Why are you still here?" He took Aquarius for no reason and thanked her. But unexpectedly, he turned around and saw Lin Mingmei standing beside him.

"Well. There is no problem with the venue. I heard that your performance just now was very active, so I asked Grace to ask someone to bring me here again." Lin Mingmei nodded happily and said.

"Ah. Actually, it's nothing. It's mainly the first battle with the new partner. You can't mess it up no matter how you do it, right?" He Wuming reached out and stroked the body of the VF-1S and said. But when He Wuming pulled his eyes back to Lin Mingmei, he found that Lin Mingmei was emitting a strange aura.

"Yes! After all, the first battle is understandable." Lin Mingmei said quietly. But no matter how He Moming looked, he felt that Lin Mingmei seemed to be jealous! Scared? Lin Mingmei was jealous of the fighter jet? What's going on? Let's talk nonsense. He Moming shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.

"Mingmei, wait for me a little. After I go and report, can we go out?" He looked around for no reason and found that the onlookers began to surround him again. He quickly lowered his head and leaned into Lin Mingmei's ear and said softly.

"Yes. Yes. But before you report, I'll send me back to Grace. You're not allowed to cheat." Lin Mingmei nodded, but still acted like a little. He looked helplessly at Captain Roy who was walking here. He saw Captain Roy touching his chin and making a very important decision, and nodding. Suddenly, He Wuming felt relieved. It seemed that it was really good to have a good boss. After giving Roy a thankful look from afar, he pulled Lin Mingmei out of the hangar.

"Hmm? I said, for no reason. I heard that you pilots can paint your fighter planes, right?" Lin Mingmei asked as she walked.

"It seems like this. The captain and the others have painted a skull on the fighter plane. Because it is the symbol of the skull team." He inexplicably took Lin Mingmei's little hand and said with a smile.

"So, can you change the painting yourself?" Lin Mingmei suddenly felt excited and said in a very excited tone.

"It should be no big problem. Just go back and ask the captain. At most, I'll just have to trouble the preparation team." He was inexplicably confused by Lin Mingmei's sudden arousal.

"So, then, then, can I change this pattern to your fighter jet paint?" Lin Mingmei took out a photo from her pocket and handed it to He Moming. He Moming took it and looked at it, and was stunned in an instant. This is a photo of Lin Mingmei. From the costume, the background should have been taken at a concert. He Moming is very familiar with the postures made by Lin Mingmei in the photo. This POSS has become a classic of a generation. The fluttering blue hair, holding the microphone in the right hand, holding the left hand straight, and pointing his index finger forward... This POSS can be said to be a memory of a generation. At this moment, Lin Mingmei actually took out the photo.

"Is this?" He inexplicably pointed to the photo on his hand and raised the question in his heart.

"Idiot!! I want you to turn this photo into a new painting of your fighter plane." Lin Mingmei hugged He Wuming's arm with both hands and said angrily.

"Scared? Painting? Photo?" He Moming was indeed a little confused. After Lin Mingmei's repeated confirmation, He Moming had to accept this request. After He Moming completed the escort mission, he said goodbye to Lin Mingmei and Grace and returned to the hangar. After all, he still had to make a report for the previous first battle, right? Fortunately, he had a good boss, otherwise he would have been locked in a small dark room according to his repeated outrageous actions.
Chapter completed!