There are not many flying dragons in this wave, only three or four hundred, but they are slightly different from the previous flying dragons. They do not have the gray-brown background. The spikes on their bodies seem to be much flatter, making their reflections brighter.

More than 20 fighter jets of the Fourth Squadron were launched into the air, and someone had already called out on the channel: "This is the Baigang Feilong!"

The squadron channel suddenly heard an excited comment saying "I'm so lucky," "It's true that we are the main force", and no one complained that it was really unlucky.

To be honest, they are unlucky enough. The White Steel Flying Dragon is much more powerful than the Rust Flying Dragon.

However, for these crews of either combat magicians and magic warriors or legion officers and soldiers, they are just sub-dragons. Even if there are more, they are not irresistible and do not feel much oppressive. Only a few "volunteers" who were driven to the shelves turned their strength into bitter water and secretly disturbed them in their stomachs.

Steel Dragon and Iron Dragon are both inferior dragons of the metal dragon system. Not to mention the golden dragon and silver dragon, the copper dragon regard them as lowly people in the metal dragon.

Feilong is also a sub-dragon race. The steel-type Feilong, which is hybridized by the steel dragon and the iron dragon, ranks in the Fein horror creature rankings just like the book by the author of Pujie. You have to turn a lot of pages to find it.

The only thing that is terrifying is their number, but this is also a common feature of the Dragon Clan.

Compared with the rust flying dragon, the white steel flying dragon is faster, more agile, and has a better brain use. When they pounced from high altitude and saw a small flying unit taking off to fight, they immediately divided up several teams to cover up the brigade, and the rest continued to pounce on the base.

The foul fish in the fourth squadron seemed to be blooming in the air, scattering upwards, and began to fly the flying dragon kite with the speed that had just been pulled up. Most of the remaining flying dragons had mixed with the anti-aircraft firepower, so they could do nothing.

"Dyke! Be careful of the propeller!"

Hearing the gunshots behind him, Hanier still shouted with concern.

"During the War of the Undead, our Poplar Squad was the first adventurer to go upstairs. Don't treat me as a little brat who has never touched a gun!"

The rear cabin machine gunner Dyke shouted unhappily: "I was the front cabin machine gunner, you changed me to the rear cabin!"

"The dual machine gun in the front cabin must be left to more experienced people." Because the training machine did not have a telephone in the cabin, Hanier could only shout.

Dyke turned the gun stand with only two automatic magic guns. Seeing the sparse ballistics falling weakly below the target more than a thousand meters away, he said angrily: "It is clear that I have more shooting opportunities!"

Then he shouted: "Rare high—!"

The White Steel Flying Dragon waved its wings and shot a shiny rain of bullets. Even if Dyke hadn't been on it a few days, he would have finished it if he knew that the propeller was broken. The White Steel Flying Dragon's spike attack range was much larger than the Rust Flying Dragon and the damage was stronger.

"Go ahead and my salmon!"

Hanier controlled the fighter plane to climb upright with his head raised. Hassan fired at the nose of the plane. The ballistic barely rubbed the flying dragon chasing the front, and it seemed that blood was splashing, but the flying dragon was not affected at all.

"This is useless thing!"

Dyke also held his energy to shoot, but the range of the automatic magic gun is obviously not as good as that of a machine gun.

"It's better to use your own food."

He took out another magic gun, pushed the hatch away, and pulled down the windshield that was buckled on his forehead.

Hanier shouted, "What are you doing, Dyke!"

A bright blue light flashed, and a ballistic that was even straighter than a machine gun rubbed across Feilong's head.

"Even guns and racks are not good, only my old friend is reliable!"

Dyke continued to aim while shouting. This was his tailor-made magic gun. It also used a third-level wind arrow, but it was not a standard magic array for mass-produced magic guns. It was a special model with enhanced range and power. The 30mm caliber makes this thing more like a small magic gun. It can only be single shot and consumes a lot of power. However, it is very suitable for Dyke, who is sufficient for power and requires one-shot killing.

"Just keep this distance!"

He shouted to Genier, who was slowing down and preparing for tactical action, igniting the grip.

Blue light shot out, and nearly a thousand meters away, blood splashed on the forehead of the flying dragon. Its body stiffened, as if it had instantly turned into an iron sculpture, falling straight down.

When Geneil saw it through the rearview mirror, he shouted excitedly: "Dyke, you have another set!"

Dyke took back the magic gun, blew the gun, and laughed: "If so many things hadn't happened, my name would have been lined up with the squadron leader and even the captains in the legion."

Janiel said: "So keep going Dyke!"

Dyke's fighting style is not exclusive to him. In fact, many machine gunners disliked the weak firepower of the fighter aircraft, so they simply carried their weapons to work. In training, they proved that they were seriously incompatible with the standard equipment of the fighter aircraft, but their own foodies were like putting their fingers on their arms.

Whether it is a customized magic gun or an old magic crossbow, it can hit the target thousands of meters away, which gives the driver an extremely spacious maneuver space. It only needs to keep a distance of about a thousand meters from the enemy. Several ranger machine gunners who use magic crossbows can even hit the flying dragon two thousand meters away.

Not every fighter has such precise shooters, and some crews adopt completely different combat methods.

After they set a distance from the target, they turned around and hedged with the target. Relying on the front cabin as a thorn fortress or paladin, the front cabin opened its shield to resist the sharp attack of the dragon, and the pilot and the rear cabin machine gunners attacked. Of course, the machine guns were removed and the hatch was lifted. Thanks to the windproof glasses and being extraordinary, they could not do anything about flying in the wind at a speed of four or five hundred kilometers per hour.

Most of these white steel flying dragons are only at level three. Even if there are a few heroes, the crew that can control fighter jets to rush over are not civilians, but are about the same level or even higher. In the past, when they were adventurers, they were extraordinary people who used to treat them as hunting or task targets.

The hedging result is almost no exception. Even if the white steel flying dragon sprays out acid liquid that can corrode metal, it is blocked by the shield at the nose and is then knocked down by the pouring bullets of the driver and the machine gunner.

There are also even more reckless people who dislike the magic guns that are not powerful enough. When they are hedging with the flying dragon, they are slightly wrong. They use ice arrows, lightning techniques, arcane flying singles or holy light slashes to directly kill the flying dragon. The reason why these people were not selected into the official squadron is about to come out. They simply used the fighter jets as war horses on land.

In short, the entire fish squadron, cats climb windows and dogs drill holes, and each performs its capabilities. Each crew catches a flying dragon, concentrates on kites or attacks, and then finds a target again after killing it. They will never contact the brigade of flying dragons, nor will they keep a distance of within a thousand meters from any flying dragon, and will constantly knock down the flying dragons.

Judging from the killing efficiency and results, the tactic of the Miscellaneous Fish Squadron doing their best is obviously better than the formation combat. It is also because the driver is not confident in technology and dares to play too much maneuver and maintains altitude and speed at all times, which makes the losses much smaller.

But from the perspective of the goal of "protecting the base", the Miscellaneous Fish Squadron obviously failed again. They just pulled away a small number of flying dragons, and most of them still rushed over the base in groups, destroying various facilities with metal spikes and acid.

When the fishes let the base act as tanks and gradually found out the routine, the DPS became more and more smooth. The flying dragon group had caused serious damage to the towers, air defense positions, ground hangars and maintenance sites. The white smoke of corroded metal and wood and stone gradually rose, and the entire base seemed to be burning. Fortunately, the underground facilities were not destroyed, and most of the personnel were evacuated safely.

Nearly half an hour later, when about forty fighter jets led by Linde appeared on the side of the sky, the Baigang Feilong who attacked the base also lost nearly half of them.

"Can you fly so fast with the propeller that is enlarged and rotates very quickly?"

In the floating ship in the sky, the half-length man pulled his sharp beard and sighed, and at the same time issued an order to retreat to Baigang Feilong.

Qidina couldn't help but suggest again: "Sir, you can attack at this time and you can beat them all in one go! We have consumed most of their strength!"

"Indeed, you can try it," Milhos seemed a little hesitant: "But I always feel like I've overlooked something."

He quickly became distracted: "The reason why my flying dragons are so unbeatable is because they are too slow. If I decorate some of the flying dragons and make them so fast, wouldn't I?

A warm light shot out from the warlock's eyes: "Is the sky invincible?"

Then he murmured to himself: "Of course, someone must control the flying dragon, and relying on the flying dragon's attack alone is not enough... Ah, I suddenly had too many ideas and couldn't wait to go back and do a test. I have gained too much in this battle!"

Kidina shouted, "Sir!"

"Oh, attack!"

The halfling nodded: "Yes, now is a good time to attack. It would be even better if I could catch a flying boat that kind of airship back."

He waved his hand and raised a purple dust fog: "There is no need to let Zatak Elon go into battle, just let Zarinmkta move."

The purple mist condensed into light and shadow, and it was the entrance of the huge nest dragged by three floating ships. Half-length muttered a few times in strange words. A dragon head covered with gray-brown metal scales, with rugged metal spikes emerging from its head.

This is not a flying dragon, but an iron dragon.

The Iron Dragon let out a roar like a metal attack, echoing the call of the warlock and dragged its entire body out of the nest.

This should be an adult iron dragon, which is more than 30 meters long from beginning to end. It has raised its head and flapped its wings and has a wingspan of forty or fifty meters.

It rattled a few times like receiving a mission, rising from the nest, hovering and preparing to dive.

Kidina loyally made a suggestion: "Why not use Zatak Elon? We should give the enemy a thunder blow, leaving them completely powerless to resist!"

"It sounds like you are more like a gambler. This is not my law," the warlock said. "Of course, what's more important is that without a dragon cavalry, you can't fully exert the power of Zatak Elon. The more crazy the guy is, the stronger his destructive power, and the more confused he is, he has to give some advice. Because if he wants to charge with it, I will definitely not play this role."

Qidina suppressed her heartbeat too fast and said, "Am I not qualified enough, sir?"

"you……"

The halfling raised her head and saw her from the top: "To be honest, I'm not willing to give up. Whether or not I have the right to do so is my word, but whether I can succeed has nothing to do with me. It's not even decided by Zatak Elon that the Dragon Knight is not the same as the Dragon Knight, that's very..."

He sighed very deeply: "That would be a very painful process, and I don't think you can stick to it until the end."

Qidina was silent. She didn't understand, but was just shocked by her master's heavy tone.

The iron dragon Zalimkta dived into the sea of ​​clouds below. At this moment, a turbulence rushed up from below, as if some powerful creature was declaring its existence.

"Dragon! There are dragons below!"

The half-ling warlock's face turned pale in an instant: "It's... Blue Dragon! Damn it, and that little girl who is even more powerful than the legend is right at our feet! I said I had ignored something, and she actually tracked me down!"

A dull roar sounded from the huge nest, as if responding to the roar of the blue dragon. A dragon head that was several times larger than Zalimkta stretched out, and only half of its mouth was exposed, and it was bound by rune magic arrays. The huge dragon with silver-shiny scales shining back unwillingly.

This is not an iron dragon, but a steel dragon.

"Zalimkta, stop them!"

The halfling warlock jumped high: "Let's turn around! Leave immediately! Leave here at full speed!"

……………………

After pushing forward a little, Li Qi flew into the airspace where Tina detected the flying dragon and climbed directly to the highest point that the fighter could reach.

It's a bit cold here, and civilians will definitely not stay for long. For a dragon, a legend, and a quantum man between a legend and a hero, or even between a man and a woman, it's just a bit cold.

Li Qi circled around here for many circles. The three of them looked at them with their eagle glasses, but they still didn't see any floating ship or iron dragon.

It is okay for legendary floating ships or iron dragons to fly to a height of 40,000 to 50,000 meters, but the flying dragon cannot rush down from that height. Li Qi also judged that the halfling warlock's iron dragon could not be at the legendary level, otherwise he would directly lead the flying dragon army to raid, and Beta City would definitely not be able to stop this air force.

Therefore, the halfling's floating ship or iron dragon will inevitably be in the nearby airspace.

After searching for a long time, Li Qi didn't find it. (The door between the front cabin machine gun tower and the driver was removed in order to facilitate contact). Seeing the Blue Dragon Hallegoth looking at the machine gun boredly, he suddenly had a bold idea.

"I'll go out and yell?"

Harrygoth said contemptly: "What do you think? I am the Blue Dragon! I will stop talking about the Iron Dragon, the Steel Dragon will have to run away!"

Li Qi tried hard to recall his dragon roar, shook his head and said, "It may not be, your small voice, maybe Iron Dragon feels that it is a good opportunity to beat the aristocratic class who oppressed them and despised them?"

“I was malnourished when I was a kid…”

Harrygoth was first angry, then disheartened: "Indeed, if it were an adult iron dragon or three heads, it would be a good opportunity. Who made us blue dragons not metal dragons and not shocked them enough?"
To be continued...