Rockets flew overhead. They were Katyusha rocket launchers pulled out from military warehouses in Siberia. These weapons and equipment had been sealed in the Russian war reserve warehouses for who knows how many years, but in today’s environment, they have regained their role. After all, the fate of these weapons is not to be corroded by time in the warehouse, but to still play their role on the battlefield.

It’s just that those things are still just things built on the basis of memory. Although there are huge amounts of data to support them, in reality, there are still certain gaps in the specific parameters of these things. However, their specific performance is still similar. After all, this huge data system built on memory, its self-compensation system is still very abstract. This may also be a form of consciousness, just like the human brain will deceive itself.

Having said that, let’s get back to the main topic. Katyusha’s organ roared in the ice and snow, playing a elegy of death, but it was not played on the battlefield of World War II against other human enemies, but it played the true purpose of a human weapon.

Weapons are not necessarily tools for killing one’s own kind. They can also be the only barrier against external enemies, like a sharp spear.

The organ is playing, tulips and 155 are roaring, and the east wind will blow through the poplar trees, clearing away the filth on the eternal frozen ground. Even if the animated picture itself is part of the filth, it does not change the feelings of those time travelers towards the blue planet that now exists only in their memories.

As the artillery fire gradually stopped, the symphony-like fire coverage also stopped, and the loud charge horn sounded from the ice field. A large number of traversers rushed out of the trenches, holding high in their hands the rifles that had been sealed for who knows how many years. Regardless of whether these things could fire or not, the bayonets on them could still be used normally.

They didn’t need to care whether those poorly maintained guns could fire or not, or whether these old things that had been in use for who knows how many years would explode. They only needed to look in the direction of their enemies, rush to them, and then use the bayonets in their hands to rip them open, and use their corpses to form their way forward, so that they could leave this desecrated place.

And when they stepped over the ice field that was like the surface of the moon and was filled with artillery fire, their inhuman enemies had regrouped. They laughed at the weakness of mortals and mocked their backward weapons, but these things were no big deal for the time travelers.

They felt that these weapons were not actually backward, and their excellent design could be found on automatic guns 40,000 years later. And most importantly, no matter how backward these firearms were, the bayonets on them were definitely a symbol of death. Even if they were not as sharp as the single-molecule bayonets 40,000 years later, the lethality they caused with the accumulation of countless lives was definitely no less than the charge of the Star Army 40,000 years later.

And even as they continued to charge towards those non-human enemies, in the sky, the iron eagles that once soared in the sky of ancient Terra also stretched out their wings above this cold ice field. The loud noise made by the jet fighters was like a roar that tore through the sky. The Flanker flew through the sky, and the white swan also spread out its own wings in this extremely cold land.

All kinds of explosives were dropped by the rookie pilots who were manning these Iron Eagles. These drivers, who were driving these most difficult-to-control steel behemoths on Ancient Terra by looking at the operating manual, were completely forced to do so.

But after all, these guys have driven Thunderhawk gunboats before, and they have certain driving experience for these flying vehicles. Although these driving experiences are like a group of Soviet fighter pilots who are accustomed to direct driving operations and durable equipment, they suddenly learn to fly American fighters on the spot for these fighters of this era.

The awkwardness and unskillfulness can be seen from the way they fly. Several Su-27s are now wobbling in the sky, and their shaky appearance makes them look like they are drunk. However, only the pilots know that they are now in a panic and don’t know how to operate the aircraft. All systems are reporting errors.

Moreover, even for those extremely excellent pilots, it would be very difficult to carry out such extreme flight operations in such blizzard weather. Unlike them, who are not afraid of death, they dare to fly these fighter jets that have not been maintained for who knows how long into the sky with just a flight manual. If the Russian pilots saw this, they would probably become brothers with them. The former dare to fly with just a flight manual, while the latter drink two kilograms of vodka before flying.

The left couplet reads, “Holding the manual without risking life”, and the right couplet reads, “Drinking two kilograms of wine and then going to heaven”, and the horizontal banner reads, “Both are without risking life”.

It can be said that when I sit in the cockpit, my fate is in my own hands. All the experience accumulated from flying Thunderhawks has given Astartes a strong learning ability and terrifying reaction speed. I also pray that the avionics systems of these fighters, which have not been maintained for who knows how long, can last until they complete their flight missions.

“We have completed a round of attacks and are preparing… What the hell is this! A Hell Dragon! How did the Demon Engine appear here? Damn it!”

Just as those half-baked pilots had finally completed the first round of attacks with their fighter planes and were preparing to head to the rear to restock their ammunition at the airport that had been built day and night at the cost of a large number of traversers’ lives, a group of huge red figures suddenly appeared beside the fighter planes. When those pilots finally saw the appearance of those things clearly, they immediately began to curse.

Because that thing was none other than the terrifying demon engine, the Hell Dragon. Its appearance in the sky had almost sentenced all the traversers who were performing flight missions in the sky to death. The terrifying demon engine was not something that could be dealt with by the technology of today’s era. It could be destroyed forcibly, but among the aircraft of this era, how many could truly keep up with this flexible demon engine?

Having said this, you should all know what will happen in the sky. It will be a brutal massacre. All kinds of fighter planes have used up all their missiles, and now only have the fragile resistance of aircraft cannons. Facing the demon engine made with the highest technology, these fighter planes have no resistance at all. Countless flames and smoke from the explosions painted a picture of death in the sky, and the red of the explosions dyed the entire sky red like blood.

It was a strange scene, with some beauty and some desperate atmosphere. It was difficult to describe the feeling. It was like a kind of broken art. Sometimes, the destruction of a thing seemed to show its beauty on the artistic level, but in the sky today, it was created with the blood of the victims.

If the collector Taraxin were here at this moment, he would definitely pay a huge price to collect this desperate sky as one of his great collections. As for its name, someone has already thought of it. It is a desperate name, but also a tragic name.

“The blue sky painted with blood, no one would have thought that those things would appear here.”

Wang Ming looked at Hu Jin beside him. He put down the telescope in his hand and watched with his naked eyes. The desperate scene was already very visible. The originally huge fleet of aircraft had disappeared, and now all that was left was the wreckage that kept falling from the sky. The eagles that had been soaring in the sky were at this moment like a group of sparrows flying in the sky, being torn to pieces in the sky by the real birds of prey.

However, the raptor overlooked one thing. Not only in the sky, but also on the ground, human anti-aircraft firepower was aimed at the sky. When a pilot sacrificed himself to lead a group of Hell Dragons into the ambush range, the firepower of LD2000, S400, 1130, and countless anti-aircraft weapons continued to fly towards those Hell Dragons, tearing the metal flesh and blood of those terrible creations from the High Heavens in the guise of human weapons.