Chapter 193
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Chapter 193: Slaying the "Major"
“Dragon Slayer Sword!”
Lin Mo reached out his hand as if to grab a weapon from the air.
The Indian pilot, stunned, watched as a large bulge formed on the back of Lin Mo’s FC-1 Fighter Jet, and then a gigantic sword appeared.
In the moment it revealed itself, the towering sword, over a person’s height, effortlessly detached from the aircraft, defying gravity and swiftly moving through the air before landing securely in Lin Mo’s hand.
The weight, size, and appearance of the sword were indistinguishable from the super weapon Lin Mo had wielded before.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve used the Dragon Slayer Sword; I hope I haven’t forgotten how to swing it!” The gold giant dragon had evolved into a heavy Dragon Slayer Sword in Lin Mo’s grip, feeling as light as a feather. A wave of nostalgia washed over his face, but unfortunately, in this world filled with machine guns and cannons, there were scarcely any opportunities to use it.
The honor of the Dragon Knight represented the highest martial prowess soaring in the sky.
“No, no, no! I surrender! I surrender! I’m Major Larry, an American pilot. I demand prisoner of war treatment; the PLA doesn’t mistreat or kill prisoners. Hey! Buddy, I was just following orders to conduct tests; this is a misunderstanding. Just pretend you didn’t see me! I can give you a lot of money—whatever you want! I’ll write you a check,” the Indian pilot stammered, his legs trembling in fear from the magical scene before him, his gun shaking uncontrollably.
Is this really a Chinese person?
Do the Chinese have such technology?
When did technology reach this level?
The figure standing before him couldn’t possibly be an alien!
Claiming to be an American pilot, he could no longer rationalize what he saw, his mind slowly deteriorating.
Bang! Bang!
Feeling the overwhelming pressure and sense of danger emanating from Lin Mo, the Indian pilot squeezed the trigger again, though it was a futile waste of bullets.
The 9mm self-defense pistol seemed utterly inadequate in front of the imposing Dragon Slayer Sword, which could nearly serve as a shield.
Clang! Clang! The sound of gunfire couldn’t overshadow the sharp clanking noise.
Using a handgun against a Dragon Knight was far from sufficient.
“When launching missiles, you didn’t say it was an accident; die!” Lin Mo displayed a cold, bloody smile as the massive Dragon Slayer Sword slashed through the air, striking the bullets away one by one with its bizarre sword light.
No amount of money would sway him; the opponent had crossed Lin Mo’s bottom line. Those who dared to brandish weapons against a Dragon Knight were asking for trouble. American money was never easy to obtain, and Lin Mo would not be fooled.
The PLA?!
The last time they favored prisoners was decades ago; even during the self-defense counterattack against the Vietnamese, they had shown no mercy. To this day, the Vietnamese still refer to Chinese soldiers as too brutal.
His other identity as a Dragon Knight of the Su Lan Empire meant that once the Dragon Knights were deployed, it would end in a fight to the death.
Years of survival experience and habits from another world would not be so easily forgotten.
One sword, merely one sword.
A piercing and unmatched strike imbued with Battle Energy crossed through space, its sharp aura flickering instantaneously.
The Indian pilot standing a few steps opposite Lin Mo was thrown back by the explosive sword energy directed at him.
Chunks of his body and splattered blood didn’t even hit the ground before they were consumed by the flames and smoke erupting from the wreckage of the Tejas.
This was the first time the Dragon Slayer Sword had claimed a life in this war, its relentless Battle Energy swiftly taking life.
This was not the hasty, weak strike Lin Mo had made when he first arrived in this world at the cosplay competition; a powerful strike could even make a giant dragon retreat.
Light! It not only grants life but can also take it away.
The two worlds of Air Knights seemed to overlap completely in that moment.
Lin Mo took a few steps forward and picked up a shiny silver dog tag from the ground.
This was the trophy deliberately left by the Dragon Slayer Sword.
The writing on the two titanium steel tags confirmed Lin Mo’s guess: “America’s 1st Fighter Squadron, Larry Henry Vincent, ID: USAF1A8954615A, Faith: Catholic, Blood Type: A.”
Not an Indian, but really an American!
Lin Mo sneered, recognizing that great powers hold each other in check, and the smaller neighboring countries become victims as well. He gripped the dog tag tightly, bending it slightly.
He casually slapped the Dragon Slayer Sword, and the American titanium steel dog tag disappeared, as if Larry Henry Vincent had never existed in this world.
The Dragon Slayer Sword quickly shrank and coiled around Lin Mo’s wrist.
Once again, he gathered Battle Energy in his hand, forming a glowing sphere the size of a bowl, concentrating a third of his battle energy into it.
Blazing Light Fireball!
He compressed the Battle Energy to the extreme, concentrating its power so that its qualitative change matched that of the fire element, allowing it to unleash terrifying heat on par with fire attacks.
He casually tossed it, and the burning Tejas fighter jet instantly flared up, the flames erupting with ten times the heat, scorching the surrounding plants to a crisp.
The evidence of slaying an American pilot was completely destroyed, leaving not even a drop of blood on the ground. Lin Mo didn’t want to create trouble for himself.
With the Blazing Light Fireball and its steel-melting flame efficiency, neither the Indians nor the Americans would be able to find any remnants, not even ashes.
Causing the Americans to suffer in silence had almost become Lin Mo’s reflex.
Returning to the cockpit, he rummaged through the first aid kit that contained rations, sugar cubes, chocolates, water, and various emergency supplies.
After activating the beacon device, Lin Mo sipped mineral water and munched on chocolate, setting music to his gold coin watch as he comfortably sat on the grass, watching the flames nearby obliterate evidence while waiting for rescue.
From the southeast horizon came a rumbling sound. Lin Mo stood up and looked to the sky as a palm-sized light projectile appeared before his eyes, bringing distant images into focus.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a Pakistani fighter jet but rather four Indian Su-30MKIs flying low, seemingly searching for something as they cruised forward.
Perhaps they saw the column of smoke rising from the burning Tejas, heading straight for this high ground.
Oh no, this is not good.
Lin Mo looked at his FC-1 Fighter Jet and shook his head with a bitter smile. Without tools, he couldn’t even open the skin panel, let alone perform emergency repairs on the battlefield.
This was going to be trouble, and he had to brace for a beating.
Just then, a faint rumble came from the western sky.
“‘Dragon Knight’, it seems we didn’t arrive too late, hahahaha!”
“You also have a moment of being shot down, how rare! Don’t worry, uncle will take you home!”
“Hahahaha!”
Mocking voices resonated in Lin Mo’s helmet, nearly causing him to snort in anger. He could tell that both the Wild Wolf Squadron and the Ghoul Squadron had arrived. At last, he didn’t have to hide like a wild rabbit.
“If you hadn’t come, I’d be waiting for you to collect my corpse!” Lin Mo shouted into the Mike on the side of his helmet, feeling relieved that these guys had arrived in time.
“Just wait; ‘Earth’ and ‘Gatekeeper’ will be here in half an hour. Take a break for now. If you want anything, just let us know, we can airdrop some snacks or even a girl if you like.”
That voice clearly belonged to the "Chicken Coop"’s senior, Wild Chicken.
“I don’t want anything else, just make sure you drop yourselves down first.”
Lin Mo responded sharply, aware that these guys were ready to strike at him. If his fighter jet could still take off, they would be the ones regretting it.
“‘Dragon Knight’, I heard ‘Meat Sauce’ say your plane was stuck on the cliff. How did you manage to get it out? You didn’t really summon your Giant Dragon, did you?”
Looking through the optical targeting scope, Wild Chicken spotted Lin Mo and the FC-1 Fighter Jet parked on the high ground.
“It’s simple; I just used leverage, stacking stones little by little.” Lin Mo intentionally misled them, feeling a mix of excitement as Wild Chicken almost guessed half the truth.
While Lin Mo’s method wasn’t impossible, it was quite complex due to the abundance of stones on the mountain. He didn’t elaborate, leaving them unable to determine the truth, especially since there wasn’t much time to dwell on it.
“Just stay put. We’ll take care of these flies first,” Wild Chicken said, ending the conversation as the Indian fighter jets approached.
Both sides engaged in combat immediately, and this was no friendly visit with “Friendship First, Competition Second” between the two countries; it was a fight to the death.
The Ghoul Squadron’s FC-20 led the charge, heading straight into battle, launching Sidewinder missiles from under its wings.
After all, it was the Pakistanis footing the bill, and they were fighting to rescue their comrade, so there was no need for courtesy.
Quickly conclude the battle and minimize unexpected incidents.
Three A-5 fighters from the Wild Wolf Squadron flanked from another direction, ready to ambush and fire unexpected shots.
Fully equipped with experienced Chinese elite pilots aimed at protecting Lin Mo, they swiftly sent the four Su-30MKIs scrambling to escape.
The A-5 formation on the outside even managed to shoot down one Su-30MKI unexpectedly. The Indians would feel the pain; this new type of fighter jet didn’t come cheap, having been purchased with tightened belts from Russia.
With the advantage in numbers, the Pakistani fighter jets could almost form a two-to-one situation, leaving the remaining three Su-30MKIs no choice but to flee.
“The Wild Wolf Squadron patrol in place, while the Ghoul Squadron clears ground threats!”
The latest orders from the Persian Cat command center came through the relay communication equipment of the Tiger Shark warning aircraft.
No matter what, the safety of the Chinese volunteer pilots always came first, especially for a super ace pilot.
As Wild Chicken mentioned, an hour later, a formation of four helicopters arrived from afar. After landing, a dozen Pakistani special forces soldiers rushed to the high ground, setting up sniper rifles to establish a guard position.
