Tilly saw that the Pioneer Team had also noticed the approaching opponent. Aircraft One and Three diverged in two directions, seemingly trying to flank the Second Team.

The Second Team's formation wasn't as neat as at first, but their target was still the closest Aircraft One.

This immediately put the latter in a disadvantageous one-against-three situation.

With the help of the Magic Eye, she could clearly capture the tension on the pilot's face.

When both sides were almost head-on, as long as the crosshairs were locked onto one plane, a one-for-one exchange was possible. However, the pilot's tension affected his actions. After only aiming for two or three seconds, he stepped on the left pedal and chose to evade. At this point, the distance between the two sides was still more than 500 meters, allowing the Second Team to adjust their course without any burden, turning the intercept into a chase.

To get rid of the tail as much as possible, Aircraft One began to make various maneuvers—just like what Tilly said at the beginning, the pilot brought out everything he had learned in his life. Being able to skillfully master the technical requirements of each movement in just one month must have taken a lot of hard work.

However, the First Army's trainees were equally excellent. They weren't shaken off by a series of dives and sharp turns, always following the opponent calmly. With the advantage in numbers, they didn't need to keep their noses locked on the opponent at all times, while the latter needed to pay attention to the movements of three planes simultaneously. A large number of maneuvers caused Aircraft One's altitude and speed to drop significantly. Seeing that it couldn't get rid of them, the pilot gritted his teeth and turned towards Aircraft Three, which was still rushing over.

The Second Team also got the best chance to attack at the same time. Aircraft Six, which was maintained at a higher altitude, turned into a dive, cutting diagonally from above towards Aircraft One's tail at the seven o'clock direction.

Although jiqiang observed this scene and the pilot took the greatest salvage measures, the plane was powerless to shake off this round of "sweeping."

Ten seconds passed in a blink of an eye.

Tilly nodded with satisfaction. "First Formation, raise the red flag!"

At this time, Aircraft Three arrived late.

They were facing Aircraft Six, which was climbing, and two other aircraft, Four and Five, in good condition.

The situation seemed overwhelmingly unfavorable.

--If the Aircraft Two, which had always been at a high point, wasn't taken into account.

She turned her gaze to the sky above the academy.

"I see them!" Fenjin leaned half his body out of the seat and shouted, "Wait, Aircraft One seems to have been shot down!"

"Are you sure?"

"The number one digit on the airfield is already red, but they haven't withdrawn from the battlefield yet!"

"That's just because they haven't noticed yet," Goode frowned. His teammate's persistence was shorter than he imagined. "What about Aircraft Three?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that black dot coming from afar is it!" Fenjin roared, "Guys, they're in a mess right now, it's time to join the battle!"

"Wait a little longer… look behind you, can you see the sun?"

He turned his head and was immediately blinded. "Hey, worthy of being the pilot I chose—it's right in front, I can barely open my eyes!"

It was clearly because you lost at rock-paper-scissors, Goode shook his head helplessly, and pressed down hard on the joystick. "In that case, let's go!"

"Yeah————————Hoo!" Fenjin yelled strangely.

The roar of the radial engine momentarily drowned out the wind. In the violent air currents, the entire fuselage seemed to be trembling. This feeling of falling against the wind always made Goode feel excited.

He was a knight charging!

And the path of his charge was the entire sky!

Aircraft Three's teammates focused their attention on the slowest aircraft in the Second Team. The other two began to drive Aircraft Three away until they killed their way out of the golden sunlight, rushing towards the latter like thunder. Only then did the Second Team notice the existence of the new opponent from the howling sound of the wind—Goode noticed that if these two aircraft ignored their teammates and prioritized shooting down Aircraft Three as their goal, they might have already succeeded. It was this consideration for both the front and the back that gave him the best shooting

window.

It was too late when the two aircraft realized something was wrong. After quickly passing by Aircraft Four, Goode unhesitatingly switched his target to the aircraft marked with the number five—he had locked onto the former firmly during the dive. Although this was somewhat of a trick, it didn't mean that he could truly shoot down Aircraft Four at that distance. However, that was the rule set by the Princess. He believed that Her Highness had seen all of this.

His teammates could be forced to withdraw from the training at any time, and he had to seize the time.

The four biplanes were entangled with each other, and the situation became temporarily stalemate. Especially Aircraft Five, Goode could even see the fierce expression of the other side's shooter. Although his plane lost its concealment, it still had the advantage in speed. After several competitions, Goode finally accumulated a long aiming time. Just as he estimated that it was about time, Fenjin in the back seat had already reported the result.

"The flag of Fifth Formation has turned red!"

Almost at the same time, Aircraft Three also announced its elimination.

Of the aircraft at the airfield, only Six and themselves still held the green flag.

Probably the double-aircraft suppression of the Second Team put too much pressure on their teammates. Aircraft Three ultimately failed to accumulate enough aiming time. After Aircraft Six got a chance to breathe, it quickly appeared behind the two.

"What are those guys doing? They didn't even shoot down one!" Fenjin cursed as he turned the jiqiang seat. "Doesn't this become three against one!"

"It's because we treated them as bait at the beginning," Goode said indifferently. "Of course, there's also a possibility—that their number six is a tough opponent."

And this guess was quickly confirmed.

No matter which direction he turned, Aircraft Six stuck to him tightly, not giving him any chance to shake it off. He couldn't not move, otherwise the latter would accumulate ten seconds of time earlier than Fenjin.

"Damn it," his partner's voice was obviously much more anxious than before, "can't you fly a little faster?"

"I'm already trying my best!"

"At this rate, we'll be gan out sooner or later, think of a way! How about going to the port area to hide? There are sailboats to cover us!"

"If we crash into a refugee ship—no matter if it's us or them, what do you think the outcome will be?"

"Uh, probably a firing squad." Fenjin's momentum suddenly dropped. "Since that's the case, forget it, at least we weren't the first to be eliminated. Now, unless there's wind to send us, I don't think we can turn this game around."

"There's wind…" Goode was slightly startled, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. "You're right, I thought of a way!"

"Huh?"

"Do you remember the wind by the cliff?"

The sea breeze blowing from the Whirlpool Sea to the land isn't constant, especially on the side closer to the coast—due to the obstruction of the rock wall, the airflow will spread out along the obstacles, and part of it will turn into a fast-rising gust. As long as you stand by the cliff, you can occasionally hear that rhythmic whistling sound.

After realizing what he was referring to, Fenjin's face couldn't help but stiffen. "You're crazy! Let alone whether we can encounter the wind, if we get too close to the rock wall, you'll be finished if your hand shakes!"

The range of the wind is very small, and once it leaves the cliff range, it will be blown away by the sea breeze immediately. Moreover, affected by the uneven cliff, the direction of the wind is also more complicated. In terms of difficulty, this move is more difficult than shuttling between the sails of the sailboats.

"I don't have to take that risk, as long as I graze it, like skipping a stone!" Goode quickly lowered his altitude and flew towards the Sky Knight Academy.

Aircraft Six hesitated for a moment and began to accelerate downwards.

"How do you know when the strong wind will appear?" Fenjin questioned.

"Those immigrant ships will tell me!" He controlled the biplane to descend continuously, allowing Aircraft Six to close the distance little by little. After making a large turn, his path overlapped with the coastline, and the altitude gradually approached the ground. In the eyes of other trainees, this action was almost tantamount to admitting defeat—although Aircraft Two was still maintaining a considerable speed, it had nowhere to escape.

The opponent followed closely behind, firmly

biting them.

"Count seconds!" Goode shouted.

"I guess there are seconds left! Six, five, four—" Fenjin gritted his teeth.

During this period, Goode always spared some energy to stare at a seagoing ship not far in front of him heading towards the Shallows Port, but he wasn't looking at the flags or sails, but the birds standing on the mast—the flags and sails were always swaying, making it impossible to discern the size of the wind, only these seabirds, who had been with the wind for a long time, could capture their strength.

As if sensing something, a flock of seabirds spread their wings and fell from the tall mast, flying towards the rock wall—this scene was very similar to the Seagull gliding. He had observed long ago that the birds seemed to be very keen on this entertainment, from the ship to the sea cliff, even if their wings didn't move at all, they could ride the wind!

Just as the flock of birds was about to reach the edge of the cliff, Goode suddenly pulled up the plane.

If it were normal times, this operation would make the pitch angle of the nose too large, making it easy to stall, but at this moment, the flock of birds suddenly rose, as if there was an invisible palm holding them up below.

The wind… rose.

In an instant, Goode heard a harsh whistle.

A gust of wind suddenly appeared, slamming into the wing—accompanied by a violent tremor, Aircraft Two accelerated again, miraculously rushing upwards, and then turning upside down!

The whole world turned upside down.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. He saw Aircraft Six, who was unprepared, passing under his head. The other pilot raised his head, revealing a surprised expression.

In the distance, seabirds were leaping out of the horizon, their white wings seeming to form a staircase connecting the sky.

He didn't deceive Her Highness.

From the day he joined the academy, his love for flying increased every day, and it was this feeling of ziyou soaring that immersed him in it and made him unable to extricate himself.

This was all that Goode had learned, the most profound thing.

The offense and defense were reversed.