Skid Platney One, Bridge Command Center.

Aldridge looked at the terrifying aliens on the big screen with a look of surprise and tear them into pieces, and of course, the golden warriors who were so powerful that they were half an armored battalion.

For the first time, he became afraid and shaken. What was going on? These newly emerging combat troops obviously did not belong to humans. What enemies did he get involved in? How could those rural gangsters in the rebel army have such powerful reinforcements? "Novel "Please search Piao Tianwen, the novel is better and faster!

The 20w armored group was beaten by a strange force of more than 2,000 units and a 1.5w rebel army, and ran away in a hurry. This was to the ears of Ramsden and to the ears of other senior executives of the Marquis of Kane. Aldridge would lose all his face and make him laugh. I am afraid that even the Marquis, who has always valued him, would be extremely disappointed.

Face, future, honor, and the Marquis' expectations. This battle is related to his honor and disgrace. The "Skid Platney" mothership built to deal with the emergency has been dispatched. If he still can't take over the group of mobs of Garcia's rebels, he might as well commit suicide and apologize.

"Power group, improve energy supply, maximize the output of the entire engine, give me the fastest sudu to the frontline battlefield." The roar of the Governor echoed in the bridge hall: "Order all the sub-cannons to prepare, and all the combatants are in place. Once those damn alien traces are found, fire me immediately, and you must blast them into a pile of waste!"

"Yes." The staff received the order, and the supply of zero-four was increased. The tail flame of the main and auxiliary thrusters was Dasheng. The two "Skid Platney" motherships were like a pair of steel dragons, flying quickly to the northern battlefield.

The battle between Viking fighters and honeycombs, sea aircraft carriers, and the armored group aviation forces has become increasingly fierce. The steel wreckage with raging flames has fallen from the air like raindrops. After an hour of fierce fighting, the number of armed aircraft clusters with nearly 2,000 has dropped sharply to less than 1,000. The Viking fighter wings have also paid a considerable price to face the fearless suicide attacks of various armed shuttles, armed helicopters, fighters, and unmanned attack aircraft clusters. From 150 to 98.

A total of 52 were reduced, of which 18 were shot down and crashed, 34 were seriously damaged, and they were withdrawn from the combat sequence, and were later dragged back to the system space for maintenance by the Tang side.

"All aircraft are careful and hold them tightly. The Governor's mothership is approaching the missile base, and victory is in sight. Don't give up, don't give up."

The voice of Colonel Daniel Adams, commander-in-chief of the Aviation Warhead, came from the communicator.

The pilots had no choice but to force themselves to fight against those strange fighters with excellent combat performance.

However, things were unpredictable. Before the news of victory could be heard, there were suddenly a series of biological warships flying from the north, leading by a Viking fighter jet. A guy in power armor stood above it.

A red-eyed government pilot suddenly left the team, and the thruster flames surged and quickly headed towards the slow-moving Viking fighter jet.

He wants to take revenge and avenge his companions who died in battle earlier!

Since there is a person carrying him on his back, he will definitely not fly fast and cannot escape freely. This is an opportunity to shoot down enemy planes and kill high-level enemy officers.

"Damn it. Damn it, you beasts, go to hell!" He shouted and cursed, pressing the lock button on the joystick with his thumb.

But... I don't know how to do it. The echo of the enemy radar was disordered. When fighting with this type of fighter before, it was difficult to lock them with airborne electronic radar arrays or infrared imaging equipment due to fuselage materials, speed, tail flame and electronic interference equipment. Only the lidar has more or less effect.

But at this moment, the speed of the fighter jet has obviously decreased a lot, and it is still carrying a cargo that has not been processed invisibly. Why is the radar that has carefully adjusted the wavelength and scanning frequency still unable to lock them? What's even more strange is that the analysis result of the radar computer is that the scanning wave is counter-interference and it is difficult to lock the target.

What's going on? Even the lidar strikes? Why?

He failed to avenge his companions and could not find the answer. Aros on the Viking fighter used the gun in his hand to deeply understand what despair is.

"Do", the c14 piercing hand with excellent armor-piercing performance opened a thin hole in the cockpit glass of the fighter aircraft, and the blood fountain was sputtered onto the cabin glass. The fighter aircraft lost control and pierced from a height of 10,000 meters. After a moment, a "boom" hit the ground and exploded into a burning flame.

The arrival of eyeworm clusters has made the already one-sided aerial battlefield worsen. Wide waves, narrow waves, light pulses... More than 30 eyeworms, by adjusting the level of secret energy, synapses that can radiate various electromagnetic waves have caused a microwave storm on the aerial battlefield hundreds of kilometers.

A large number of drones are affected by electromagnetic interference and can only maintain a certain amount of movement based on their inherent combat inertia. The communication between fighter jets is blocked by eye insects, and the radar is even more effective.

The 34 Viking fighter jets repaired by the SV returned to the battlefield. The fire strike network composed of the MT50 Ranzer missile and two Gatlin air cannons caused major casualties to the government's armed aircraft wing in just one moment.

Especially the attack drones and those with poor agility are used by the senior management as cannon fodder. The armed helicopters that cover the fighter fleet, burning fireballs fell from the sky like meteor showers. "Boom, Boom, Boom..." they fell on the ground and exploded into countless steel wrecks.

Some pilots jumped into the cabin to escape, pulled the parachute away, and the falling speed slowed down. However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, large clusters of explosive debris with flames fell from the air, easily piercing through the umbrella surface, bringing a flash of fire.

"Ah..." The pilot's screams resounded throughout the sky.

A fighter finally passed through the missile fire network and was about to turn the flight trajectory to disrupt the attack rhythm of the Viking fighter from behind. Suddenly, the pilot felt a darkness above his head, and a biological warship that was twice as big as his own flew past the above. It opened its deformed and ugly mouth, and a large ball of "spicy" spurted out with a "pop". The placenta-like disgusting thing fell on the fuselage and fell to pieces. The mucus splashed all over the fuselage. Thick biological meridians grew rapidly like magic saplings, entangled, wrapping the entire aircraft in an extremely tough biological flesh membrane.

The lights on the cockpit control panel are flashing, and the intelligent alarm sound of the flight system sounds: "Warning warning! The engine thrust is insufficient and the flight system is out of control. It is recommended to launch the ejection chair."

"Damn it!" The pilot tried several times according to the emergency treatment procedures, but the disgusting biological tissue on the surface of the fuselage was as rooted as it was, and it didn't move at all.

"Warning, the flight altitude is less than 8,000 feet, it is recommended to eject the cockpit immediately." The alarm sound of the system came again.

The pilot gritted his teeth and pressed the ejection key. The glass compartment flew back. The ejection system below activated and the seat bounced up with a "bang".

Obviously, the pilot forgot the existence of those biological tissues, or underestimated their toughness. The poor child, along with the cockpit, pierced the organic matter patina that was sticky with mucus and smelly, did not even scream, and the neck bone was broken by the terrifying pressure, and the fighter went to hell first.

Such scenes are staged again and again. With the assistance of the electronic interference of eyeworms and "pollution" skills, the Viking fighter group swept away the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and in just a few minutes all the enemy planes in the sky were wiped out.

Tang Fang stepped on a worm and flew out of the king insect army. He glanced at the wreckage of the fighter planes on the ground, looked up at the two motherships flying closer and closer, and his pupils shrank: "Governor, we are finally going to meet."

"Hausen, the one on the right belongs to you. Aros, follow me to meet the Governor."

"Tang Fang, you, I hate this guy the most. Can you get a girl's machine?"

"Girl's machine?" Tang Fang thought for a long time, but then he realized that this guy was talking about a medical transport aircraft.

"Hausen, are you such a bastard, Irma?" After saying that, he ignored the guy's argument and waved at Aros. The 132 Viking fighter jets were divided into two groups, one left and one right flying towards the two motherships.

The 36-headed and 89-headed king insects were divided into three teams, one followed Tang Fang, one followed Hausen, and the other turned southeast, heading straight to the No. 1 South China Sea in the "Karst" military port, and the aircraft carrier battle group of the third fleet.

The entire scene of the Viking fighter cluster sweeping across the sky battlefield was shot by the high-power optical lens of "Skid Platney".

Aldridge's face was like a passing oil-filled pork, which was so ugly. "The carrier-based aircraft took off and stopped them for me."

"The battle group, all secondary guns are on standby. Once the enemy planes enter the range, fire immediately."

"Yes." The staff related to the battle entered a busy state. The carrier-based optical quantum radar array turned on full-domain scanning, all electromagnetic rail guns were preheated, and the enemy computer responded to the battle request and estimated the shelling coordinates.

Various turrets and missile launchers rotate, adjust the angle, and start loading.

The pilots on the take-off and landing platform were busy, and the runways were cleared, and the signal lights with red lights lit up, extending to the end of the platform.

The "Thunder Wings"-class aerospace fighter is scattered on four triangular take-off and landing fields. With the broadcast signal from the flying tower, the flames ejected from the vertical take-off and landing thrusters twist and deform the air around the tail of the aircraft, refracting mirages.

At the bridge command center, a radar operator suddenly stood up and reported to Aldridge: "Sir, the enemy plane is sweeping towards our ship quickly with a sudu of about Mach 10."

"Fighting team, fight them down for me." Aldridge leaned against the back of the chair and ordered loudly.

"Yes." The battle team received the order, and dozens of combat teams started, and attack commands were input to the fire control computer. (To be continued...)
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