Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 407 - 281: Sky Hunting (Two updates of 8000 words!)_2

The fighter pilots who came to support turned pale.

Used to dominating the skies over the Jieke Group, and almost forgetting the threat of air defense missiles, they were now rudely reminded by the Jieke Group.

Flares were continuously ejected, as jets began evasive maneuvers in a desperate attempt to dodge air defense missiles.

Some were successful, either by deceiving the missiles with flares or by skillfully maneuvering away from them.

But there were just as many failures; once locked on by the Jieke Group’s air defense missiles, they would accelerate and reach speeds several times that of sound, far exceeding that of the fighter jets, and head straight for them.

They didn’t need to make physical contact; as they came within a certain range, sensing the fighter, the radio-proximity fuze would trigger, causing the missile to detonate in mid-air, sending shockwaves and shrapnel flying with the blast designed to take out fighter jets.

A jet, just within a few dozen meters’ radius, would be within its lethal range.

Modern fighter jets were precision machines, packed with delicate instruments; even minor damage could render them uncontrollable, or even cause them to lose balance and crash.

Some fighters had half a wing blown off by an air defense missile, tumbling through the air like birds with broken wings.

Other pilots were pierced by shrapnel from the missiles, dying in their cockpits – their uncontrolled planes crashing into the earth, bursting into immense fireballs.

While attacking the fighter jets, the missile launchers and radar vehicles were similarly under attack; some launchers were destroyed.

Fortunately, the number of air defense missile units far exceeded the number of fighters, constantly threatening the jets in the sky dome. After losing five or six jets, the remaining few had no choice but to flee the battle zone.

Buzzing!

In addition to the fighters, there were also helicopters from the aviation units coming to provide support.

While the fighters were engaged in battle, Miao Lun, using his Eye Worms, locked onto an armed helicopter and moved swiftly through the forest on foot.

He lay in ambush ahead of the incoming helicopter and raised a 14.5 mm anti-aircraft machine gun.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the armed helicopter approached, Miao Lun decisively pulled the trigger, his gun hitting the chopper repeatedly.

Though armed helicopters were armored, Miao Lun’s incredible reflexes and strength as a Genetic Warrior made for a steady aim.

Armor-piercing incendiary bullets with pointed tips, boat tails, and steel cores, filled with incendiary material, bit into the helicopter, bashing its tail rotor – the helicopter’s most vulnerable part to shreds.

"BW-78 is unstable, we need to make an emergency landing," the two pilots in the armed helicopter, sweating profusely, cried out to alert their comrades.

With the tail rotor’s destruction, the helicopter’s sideways thrust vanished, unbalancing the craft, causing the body to vibrate intensely and the nose to veer automatically, inducing a rolling motion.

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If this were an open plain, the helicopter might have had a slim chance of a successful emergency landing.

But in the dense jungle, the helicopter struck a tree during its descent, twisting and breaking up into pieces – wrecking it into scrap metal, leaving no chance for the pilots to survive.

Miao Lun wasn’t the only one hunting helicopters; another Genetic Warrior climbed a sturdy tree and, as a helicopter flew nearby, he shouldered a 105 mm caliber rocket launcher and fired – hitting the helicopter’s belly and sending it plummeting to the ground in a trail of black smoke.

Still another Genetic Warrior launched a Single Soldier Anti-Tank Missile from his shoulder, blasting a hovering armed helicopter out of the sky.

The Genetic Warriors were in their element in the forest; the helicopters’ sighting equipment struggled to lock onto them through the dense tree canopies, and their thermal imaging sensors were blocked by the Tianyuan Protective Clothing.

On the other hand, their bulky targets and loud noise made them sitting ducks, not to mention the Genetic Warriors had Eye Worms for reconnaissance support.

After more than a dozen helicopters crashed, like the fighter jets before them, they beat a hasty retreat, dampening the spirits of the Japan Soldiers that had just begun to rise, driving them deeper into despair.

With the departure of air support, the Steel Camp artillery resumed its assault; the dull roar of the cannons filled the air as the earth was blasted apart and bodies were torn to shreds.

"Retreat, everyone into the forest. The armored units will attempt a breakout and carve us a path of escape," Isaka Yuusuke, seeing the situation, could only order all troops to retreat into the forest rather than remain on Sin Fan Avenue to be bombarded.

"The prey has entered the forest," Miao Lun, spotting this through the Eye Worms, let a bloodthirsty smile cross his lips after a long absence.

"Artillery units keep bombarding, coordinate with the fourth platoon to handle the armored units; the rest, follow me to hunt the prey, finish off these fellows before the enemy’s next air support arrives," Miao Lun said.

Shadows flickered in the forest as Steel Camp Soldiers began to move from all directions toward the Japan Soldiers who sought shelter from the shelling.

Miao Lun stepped forth, his biological armor’s broad, duck-like webbed feet providing powerful traction.

Inheriting the strength of the Long Spear Demon Beetle and the speed of the Wind Feather Jumping Worm, Miao Lun leaped over ten meters at a time through the mud, barely hindered.

Locking onto the position of an infantry battalion through Eye Worms, Miao Lun approached rapidly, the anti-aircraft gun in his right hand ready.

The dense foliage and bushes concealed him well, and Miao Lun trod lightly. Until he was within fifty meters, nobody noticed his approach.