Chapter 661

Chapter 661: The Fury of a Common Man

Alright, alright, you’re strong; I admit that. However, I will also let you know that this stone from Ukraine isn’t so easy to chew on.

Marina Ivanovna resolved that even if she was about to die, she would struggle with all her might, as it was a form of dignity for the weak.

The high-altitude tactic attack that aimed to strike first was effortlessly countered, and it was only when facing the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet that she truly felt its terrifying and immense pressure.

The maneuverability of the MiG-35 was still somewhat lacking. Even with its three-dimensional vector thrust and tri-wing aerodynamic layout, it was still helpless against the X-1, which sent it spinning. Only at extremely close range and in the direct line of sight could the Zhuk-MAE active phased array radar on the nose of the MiG-35 detect the enemy’s radar signals.

The stealth materials of this forward-swept wing fighter jet were nearly extraordinary.

In fact, the outer layer of stealth coating was almost the same product used on the prototype known as “monstrous”; it might even have come from the same batch. The National Defense Star had given Lin Mo all the leftover materials after purchasing from the manufacturer.

The speed of the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet was incredibly fast, and its flight path was agile, reminiscent of a living creature. There were several instances where Marina Ivanovna couldn’t seize the opportunity, realizing that the opponent never entered the attack cone in front of her nose within a 60-degree angle.

Modern aerial combat mainly relies on missiles, resulting in fewer opportunities for cannon fire. Only in an air combat competition like “Abyss Nirvana,” where close dogfights were intentionally emphasized by the organizers, did such conditions arise.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to attack; it was that she simply couldn’t aim at her opponent.

With only one close-range combat missile and 150 rounds of 30mm ammunition, she could hardly maintain any attacks. Marina Ivanovna could only patiently look for the right moment to launch a finishing blow.

With insufficient ammunition, she didn’t even have the ability to reload.

Marina Ivanovna gritted her teeth as G-forces surged over her. She continually relaxed and tensed her body to counter the G-forces, keeping her physical fitness in a reasonable range.

The MiG-35 desperately chased after the forward-swept wing fighter, unable to bring it into the attack angle.

Rather than pursuing, it felt more like being chased.

The flight path of that forward-swept wing fighter was cunning, never giving her a chance, and its flexibility was like a living creature, surpassing ordinary fighter jets with extreme agility, suddenly changing direction at impossible angles.

The MiG-35 found itself in a precarious situation, almost sneaking into the opponent’s attack angle several times. She even thought the enemy might fire in the next 0.1 seconds.

Sweat drenched her pressure suit. The special standard pressure suit, designed for women, continuously expelled the sweat from inside, while the humidity regulating device automatically activated to prevent fog or frost in the cockpit.

Marina Ivanovna’s mind was clear; it was all about fighting, only fighting.

The fury of a common man could splash blood in five steps.

The stubborn Ukrainian female pilot subconsciously abandoned everything during the battle—no joy, no sorrow, no victory, no defeat, even memories of her family and threats from Vladimir faded from her mind.

In this moment, she belonged to the sky, to the fight.

With the control stick in her hand, she aimed to prove to everyone that she was not a coward of fate. She wanted to slap fate in the face with the roar of her machine guns and missiles.

"Interesting!"

A smile of intrigue appeared on Lin Mo’s face.

This Ukrainian female pilot was clearly a talented practitioner of energy combat techniques. Competing against such an opponent was a very entertaining game.

The Dragon Knight didn’t intend to easily overpower this Ukrainian girl; instead, he took pleasure in teaching her.

What a shame she was a woman!

The gap in strength was evident. When it came to wartime experience and flight time, even the majority of top pilots in the world wouldn’t match the richness of the Dragon Knight’s experience. Moreover, Lin Mo possessed the complete legacy of aerial knight techniques from another world, a colossal wealth that others would envy.

The MiG-35’s maximum straight-and-level speed of 2.4 Mach was insufficient to escape from the speed and maneuverability of the X-1.

For some reason, Lin Mo had several chances to attack but chose not to.

"Damn it!"

Marina Ivanovna suddenly realized that her opponent had no intention of decisively exterminating her; instead, they were patiently toying with her, much like a cat plays with a mouse.

That annoying guy, how dare he look down on her! Perhaps she wasn’t even worth his attention.

The Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet showed no signs of using its air-to-air missiles. If it were otherwise, her MiG-35 would have been shot down long ago. Missiles don’t turn like cannon ammunition; within a five-kilometer radius, the kill rate reaches 85%, almost 90%. The missiles produced during “Abyss Nirvana” were no mere decorations; they performed on par with the Russian Vympel R-73 close-range combat missile, offering excellent value.

From another perspective, it could represent the strength of the organizers behind it, serving as a display of military deterrence.

Rather than sit and wait for her doom, it was better to take a chance. Even if she died, she was willing. Not even a clay Buddha could withstand such provocation. Marina Ivanovna changed her previous tactic of patiently searching for opportunities to launch a deadly move. Instead, she fully unleashed an all-out offensive strategy.

Even if she exposed a flaw, it was a deadly flaw that could drag her opponent into hell along with her.

At the very least, she needed to injure the forward-swept wing fighter instead of remaining completely unproductive, with only 60% fuel left on the gauge.

Seizing the chance, Marina Ivanovna pressed the cannon fire button. A crimson stream of cannon ammunition shot out, barely grazing the belly of the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet as it suddenly pulled up its angle of attack, using drag to slow down.

The power output of the WS-15X twin-engine reached its peak instantly, and the X-1 surged forward like a startled rabbit, giving Marina Ivanovna no chance to adjust the nose of her aircraft for a cannon shot.

"Opportunity!"

The missed first shot did not show any disappointment on Marina Ivanovna’s face; instead, her eyes brightened.

The MiG-35 immediately lifted its nose, raising its angle of attack as the engines roared with full power, pushing Marina Ivanovna firmly against the aviation seat.

Finally, she found herself at the five o’clock position of the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet, and the MiG-35 pounced forward, preparing for the next attack move.

This was a trap!

Marina Ivanovna was about to unleash her ultimate move.

Sensing the trap, the X-1 began to climb rapidly on its side, unwilling to allow Marina Ivanovna to execute a high-speed high-altitude tactic again.

As a combination attack technique, the high-altitude tactic wouldn’t consume too much energy; it could suppress the enemy without losing much speed, making it very suitable for this chase attack scenario, especially against a quicker opponent.

Another red ballistic missile was launched; the opponent was flying too fast, and it had to be contained.

In battlefield competition, it wasn’t just about suppressing the enemy entirely; the truly gifted would draw the enemy into a deadlock.

The MiG-35 made another sharp turn, doing everything it could to maintain distance. Both fighter jets broke the sound barrier, engaging in a supersonic chase.

Continuously using multiple high-overload air combat techniques placed a tremendous load on the fighter, imposing heavy pressure on Marina Ivanovna as her physical fitness rapidly deteriorated. Blood vessels in her clear green eyes began to red, and she struggled for breath. She didn’t dare bite her lips, fearing that any blood drawn would fill her oxygen mask, blocking the supply line and perhaps spill over to clog her helmet and cockpit.

High-speed flight would hasten blood loss, causing irreversible bleeding. Even without an opponent’s attacks, she could faint from excessive blood loss and crash.

No, she couldn’t give up!

Listening to the MiG fighter’s engine roar at 120% power output, dark fog seemed to rise before Marina Ivanovna’s eyes. Suddenly, she became alert and bit her tongue, forcing herself to stay awake.

Drop the external fuel tank!

With the release of a cone-shaped external fuel tank, the speed of the MiG-35 increased another notch—she was fighting for her life!

A sudden metallic taste filled her throat, and Marina Ivanovna realized she had bitten her tongue slightly too hard. Fortunately, this wound was inside her mouth and wasn’t as dangerous as it could have been externally.

So close, so close!

She couldn’t give up!

Marina Ivanovna’s gaze fiercely followed the forward-swept wing fighter, no longer caring whether the opponent would turn and attack her.

Once the opponent was within the MiG’s attack radius, they too risked their own fate in Marina’s hands.

“Now!”

Marina Ivanovna suddenly shouted, triggering the only short-range air-to-air missile that had been activated. A white trail shot out at four Mach speeds.

“Damn! What is this ‘Dragon Knight’ doing?”

“Yasha” couldn’t help but pull off his hat, angrily exclaiming.

On the big screen broadcast, the MiG-35 was chasing Lin Mo’s X-1 fighter, suddenly launching a missile, with the distance between them extremely close, causing great anxiety for viewers.

Boom!

A fireball erupted in the sky.

“It hit!”

Marina Ivanovna blinked in shock, witnessing the combat missile explode in a massive fireball that engulfed the forward-swept wing fighter’s figure.