Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1166: Chapter 378: The Plane You Couldn’t Bear to Fly, I Got Up and Pedaled_2

But they have single-soldier power armor and air-drop pods.

And this group of crazies in front of me are just wearing some terrible jet packs, yet they dare to climb planes holding onto ropes in the sky!

I can’t take it anymore!

Farewell!

"Withdraw, contact the transport planes and have them open the bays so we can retreat!"

Hans was still startled, sweating profusely despite the cold high-altitude, no longer wanting to continue this incredibly foolish mission.

Hacker Arce helplessly placed the radar signal on the account in front of him

"Hans... they ran away."

"What?"

Arce said calmly

"I mean, we were abandoned."

These transport planes were carrying hundreds of Black Forest Mercenaries, originally meant to be deployed for airborne operations after the Air Force secured air supremacy. But now the Air Force and drones are locked in a stalemate; even if they win in the end, they probably can’t contend with Military Science for air supremacy.

Plus with the ground anti-air defenses

Airdrops are just sending oneself to die.

Not running would be strange—a small team and a tank at most, dead is dead, better them than us.

Bang—

A dull thud came from the tank, like something hit above.

It was a huge, bewildered face

And it was facing directly at the optical camera

Swordfish was astonished

"Tank?"

"How can there be a tank in the sky?"

He looked at the tank insignia

There was a hostile marker

He immediately rejoiced, his arms ejecting the Mantis Blade, stabbing hard into the tank’s top hatch, trying to pry it open, shouting in the channel

"Brothers! There’s a tank up here, if you can still fly, fly over to me!"

Inside the vehicle, Hans’ team had twisted faces full of fear

"Don’t you come over here!!!" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

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Whoosh————

When thirteen planes with their forward cockpit hatches removed landed sequentially at the Bay of Pigs’ beachhead airstrip

Family Joy, standing at the edge of the airport thanks to holographic projection, had a mouth open wide enough to fit two eggs

They really went through with it, and succeeded!

Damn it

At this moment, Family Joy couldn’t find any words to describe his current feelings

Madness?

Audacity?

Every adjective seemed so inadequate in front of this plan.

And what’s more incomprehensible is

They actually pulled it off!

This isn’t a miracle achieved just by daring to die

It needed exceptional execution power, extraordinary imagination, and unwavering will!

Even at high altitude, one must remain calm to execute each nearly impossible maneuver and absolutely trust the Sky Net controlling the drones.

This is something those raised by profit-pursuing enterprises would never understand.

Because they are used to doubt.

Doubting colleagues, doubting AI, doubting themselves.

They have developed a myriad of competitive and conflicting relationships with everyone around them, already forgotten the meaning of trust.

And those players tied to the cockpit were about to hang on; many had already fainted and logged out, relying entirely on Sky Net to fly the planes back.

With no sealed cockpit, the strong winds causing suffocation, low temperatures tortured them half to death, even covering them with a thin layer of frost, leaving no strength even to move a finger.

Thankfully, the exoskeleton’s endurance limits far exceed human bodies under such harsh conditions, or they would have died enduring the shock wave, which allowed them to survive successfully.

Now it depends on the airport service personnel to untie them from the seats and carry them away, placing them on stretchers for treatment.

[Global Server Achievement: Twenty Thousand Feet High]

Players, whether failing or succeeding, received this achievement. Lin Miao could now only reward them with this.

"Amazing..."

Family Joy swallowed

For such feats outside, truly, even a special commendation wouldn’t be enough to reward them.

But for now, he was more concerned about these aircraft, commanding the door-frame robot to walk on two legs towards the nearest Stormwind-12

The blue shell paint, the intakes on either side of the fuselage, the overall shape looked more technologically advanced than the fourth-generation fighters of 2025

"This is the fourth-generation jet flown by the Cubans... it feels much more advanced than our J20..."

Clearly, its maneuverability is disadvantaged, even in supersonic and stealth aspects no better than the F22, yet it carried some quite exaggerated technologies.

The triple-axis vector engine capable of vertical takeoff and landing

Neural link control technology allowing more precise control of the fighter’s maneuvers

capable of conducting electronic warfare solo without the need for separate electronic warfare drones.

Also with absurdly large payload limits and aerodynamic designs.

These things, not to mention fifth-generation fighters, even sixth-generation ones don’t have them!

And yet with so many high-precision techs, they put together such a piece of crap, just like those firearm designs, designed solely for the sake of design.

Squandering resources! Squandering resources!

If the designers from the aviation bureau knew, they’d kill these company members.

"Good! Good stuff indeed."

Wildman and his crew didn’t care much about how well these planes performed, they were more excited that the players now had their own air force, enabling them to attempt more strategic approaches, coordinating air strikes on the enemy with ground forces.

Commander-in-Chief: "Thirteen fighters aren’t many, but it’s a good start. After a few more rounds, we can cobble together a respectable air force."

"Don’t treat others as big fools and saps."

Wildman retorted frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"After this, they’ll definitely be on guard; next time won’t be such a good opportunity."