Combined with the calculation data transmitted by the light quantum radar, various turrets along the ship shot a fan-shaped projectile array that stretched for dozens of kilometers into the northern sky. The friction light of the missile tail flame and the electromagnetic projectile torn airflow lit up the dim sky.

Some guided missiles and precision strike missiles drew arc ballistics in the air, accompanied by a "whizzing" whistling sound, and rushed straight to the oncoming cluster of Viking fighters.

Faced with the dense rainy artillery fire, the Viking fighter jets quickly rotated in the air, making difficult avoidance actions, diving all the way to the mothership's take-off and landing platform." Novel "Please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!

There is no doubt that the first round of attacks of this huge military fortress has been brewing for a long time, and the artillery fire in the sky intertwined in the air to form a large net that could not even a seabird fly out.

If the Viking fighter fleet had to approach the mothership, it would have to pay an extremely heavy price. At the least, it would be half of the damage, and at the worst, it would be wiped out.

If this is a space fortress, a military fortress, if you want to come to the forefront, there is only one dead end!

Indeed, if it were an ordinary fighter fleet, the pilot would have been frightened by the artillery fire in the sky and then lost his will to fight. Unfortunately, the Governor was facing a group of air combat elites, a fearless army formed by a group of Zerg troops like locust plagues.

The flying square formation of the Viking fighter cluster changed a lot, from the original V-shaped attack formation to the stacked wave rushing formation with extremely small row spacing.

The vanguard team of Viking fighters released radar interference. After attracting most of the firepower, they pulled up and flipped, and quickly flew backwards with countless roaring artillery fire. The Viking fighters behind took advantage of this opportunity to accelerate dive downward.

Another round of artillery attacks came. After seducing countless artillery fires, the second row of Viking fighters followed the pioneers and used the same trick to carry countless missiles and guide the shells, lifted up to 1,000 meters and then left.

This scene was repeated several times in a row. The remaining units of the Viking Fighter Group were getting closer and closer to the mothership.

Aldridge was stunned for a long time when he looked at the scene on the screen that made people feel urged to jump and curse.

"Where are those electromagnetic rail guns in the battle group? Why not fire?"

The officer in charge of the electromagnetic railgun array said stutteringly: "The speed of the large turret cannot keep up with the speed of the enemy plane's surrounding sudu, and it is impossible to lock the target."

"Bastard!" Aldridge punched the armrest: "The opponent is creating a chance to break through, the tactical deduction team will re-plan the attack plan for me."

"Sir, it's too late to come. They rushed over." said a staff officer who was always concerned about the situation of the war.

Aldridge looked up and saw that on the big screen, 20 enemy planes had broken through the fire blockade net and approached the upper deck of the mothership.

"What are they going to do? Break the can? Suicide attack?" Seeing that the enemy plane had no intention of long-range missile bombing at all, but rushed straight towards the deck layer without stopping, everyone on the bridge was stunned. "Crazy, they must be crazy."

Seeing the Viking fighter fleet diving down, the staff who took off and landed and ran up suddenly became messy. Some warehouse doors opened, and the fire-fighting vehicles were ready, just waiting for the arrival of suicide attacks.

However, something that no one expected happened. The enemy plane that should have plunged head on the deck and crashed into a ball of flames suddenly braked, and its body changed, and a "bang" sound fell on the take-off and landing runway.

Steel two feet. Green gun arm, cockpit head. Shoulder missile launcher. Human...human shape? Transformation...deformed fighter?

Some pilots and technicians stared blankly at the scene in front of them. This sudden change subverted their perception. This is not a simple deformation like the reinstalled warriors, but a real transformation from the state of a fighter to a human form, from the state of an air combat to a land combat mode. The technical support required for this complex change is simply beyond the reach of human technology today.

This...how can this keneng!

Even the pilots of the "Thunder Wings" aerospace fighter jets who were about to take off were stunned. Looking at the enemy planes and then looking at their cars, a sourness suddenly ejaculated in their hearts.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." The gun sounded, and the Green machine cannon rotated rapidly, and six 38mm caliber muzzles ejected flames.

The shells hit the aerospace fighter jets that were about to take off, leaving rows of trumpet-shaped craters on the surface.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

20 Viking fighters, 40 six-barrel Green cannons, and 10 consecutive missile launchers.

The flash of the machine cannon and the flying mt50 Ranzel flying thunder set off a fire storm throughout the deck. A large number of ground crew members were blown off by the machine cannon. The scattered limbs were distributed on the runway like internal organs. In addition to the smoke of gunpowder, there was more disgusting blood and the smell of organs in the air.

One after another, the "Thunder Wings" exploded and caught fire. Some were shot through the fuel compartment, some were blown out of the propeller, and some fled in panic with flames, hitting their heads on other fighter planes, and at the same time they exploded into a ball of fire.

The steel debris blown away from the explosion sputtered everywhere, and the entire deck layer turned into a sea of ​​fire, screaming one after another, and the crowd of people running around in their heads was running on the runway with warning lights.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

Another 10 Viking fighter jets broke through the defense net and landed on the sliding deck. Instead of joining the forerunners, they went to the edge of the platform and poured the mt50 Ranzel flying thunder on the electromagnetic railgun array.

Flames were flying, shrapnel splashed everywhere, and the fragile electromagnetic tracks of rail guns were twisted and deformed, losing their attack ability one after another.

This is no less than spreading salt on the wounds of the mothership. Once the firepower is weak, several Viking fighters pass through the barrage and land on the deck, launching bloody killings.

"What are you doing when you stand in a stand, order the internal defense team to drive them out of the deck for me." Aldridge's roar echoed on the bridge.

With the issuance of the order, the special forces responsible for the internal security of the mothership rushed to the deck with a large number of intelligent combat robots.

The 50 Viking fighters were like crazy arsonists, leaving a charred black wherever they passed. More than a dozen Viking fighters remained in low-altitude cruise, swirling close to the deck layer, venting large areas of MT50 Ranzel flying thunder into the "Thunder Wings" aerospace fighter group.

From Aldridge's offensive orders to Viking fighters landing on the deck to kill, from beginning to end, no "Thunder Wings" was able to take off, 99% of them had already caught fire and exploded, and a few were still intact, and the pilots had escaped.

Nearly half of the 120 electromagnetic railguns were scrapped under the carpet bombardment of the MT50 Ranzel Flying Thunder, and even the lower turret and missile launcher were blown out of recognition.

When the Special Forces took the combat robots to the deck floor from the elevator shaft, it was not the Viking fighter jets that "washed them" to "die" them, but the King Bug Team whizzing past the sky. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!