Chapter 1533
My Empire Chapter 1533
2021-10-15
Chapter 1533 1535 Burning SkyIn the atmosphere of Higgs 5, a formation of the latest fighter jets is in the sky whistled past, the instant it encountered the Watcher's Prowler fighter, it fired a barrage of extremely fast missiles.
The aerodynamic shape of these missiles is the same as sharp spikes, their speed is ten times faster than traditional missiles, and their maneuverability is also very anti-sky.
In an instant, these missiles hit a distant target, and several Prowler fighter jets soon fell toward the ground with a long plume of smoke.
"Pull up! Pull up!" In the cockpit, the fighter pilot of the Alanhill Empire pulled his joystick, loudly reminding his companions behind him.
"Avoid enemy fire!" At the same time, another pilot shouted hysterically on the channel.
The last fighter jet was controlled by a puppet robot, and its movements were full. While pulling up, it was hit by a black energy from a distance.
A huge explosion sounded, and the entire fighter jet exploded into a flame in the sky, and the scattered fragments flew everywhere, falling to the ground like raindrops.
"tú tú tú tú!" After avoiding the opponent's attack, an Alanhill Empire fighter jet passed the oncoming Prowler fighter jet with a dense row of electromagnetic artillery shells. Just hit the Prowler.
Almost in an instant, a row of holes the size of a bowl was left in the fuselage of the Prowler fighter.
The fuselage of the fast-flying Prowler fighter quickly fell to one side and began to slide uncontrollably to the ground below.
No one cared about the crashed plane until it hit the ground directly with three marching sweepers, and exploded in the crowd of sweepers. No one went to see more its a glance.
"There are too many of them! Damn it!" In the cockpit of a fighter jet, the pilot angrily looked at his empty missile pylon and complained loudly.
"What's the solution? Can you persuade them to come less at a time?" In another fighter jet, the pilot responded loudly while manipulating his own plane to avoid the pursuit of enemy planes.
His fighter swayed from side to side, avoiding the energy of the two groups of black attacking behind him, a somersault to the back of the enemy fighter chasing him, pulled the trigger and started strafing.
The I-shaped Prowler fighter did not respond, and was directly smashed into pieces by the rear-end projectile, scattered in the sky.
Not far away, an Alanhill Imperial fighter jet plummeted to the ground with a long plume of smoke. The ejection seat pushed the pilot out of the cockpit, hanging on a parachute and slowly descending.
It is also the 30th series. The first designed "J-30" fighter is the main fighter of the Alanhill Empire. Because the battlefield gradually rises to space, the development of fighters in the atmosphere is not fast. .
Anyway, the Alanhill Empire supports ground operations with orbital bombing in general, so air supremacy has become less important.
This time, because the enemy was equally powerful in the universe, it was compelled by circumstances that the J-30 fighter jet was taken out again, and a traditional air battle was fought with the enemy in the atmosphere.
"Look to your left! Ten o'clock!" During the melee, a pilot saw the dark clouds in the distance through the cockpit canopy of his fighter jet, and loudly reminded himself companion.
His companion threw off an enemy plane and turned his eyes to the distance, only to see the watcher's bomber group, which was crushing the bomber when they attacked the Sword God Sect before. The swarms flew to the direction of the Tree of Life.
"Damn!" After adjusting his flying attitude, the pilot cursed, then shook the joystick, and drove his plane into the battle circle again: "Resolve these escorts The enemy planes! Give those big ones to the interceptors!"
"That's all! Pay attention to the fuel consumption! We have another five minutes to fight!" The pilot in the other plane shot down After an enemy plane, he pulled back to the height and looked at the large enemy planes in the distance.
On the other side, above the clouds, the Alanhill Empire's interceptor force, swarms of F-15 fighter jets maintained their altitude.
"Have you seen the target?" the leading frontline commander asked the other pilots in the channel while looking at the radar screen.
"The radar shows that the other party is still 40 kilometers away from us!" In another plane, the pilot had pressed his thumb on the launch button: "The missile self-check has been completed!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Launch missiles! Destroy these enemy planes!"
Countless AIM-120 missiles detached from the F-15 fighter's missile pylon, and the densely packed white tail flames formed a spectacular vertical line pattern in the sky.
I am approaching the target, and the energy generating devices under the belly have been aimed at the watcher bombers "crusher" on the ground. Didn't expect that so many enemies would suddenly appear on the top of the front. machine.
As they held the formation close to Tree of Life, a rain of AIM-120 missiles crashed into their formation, causing a series of explosions.
One crusher bomber after another was hit and exploded, eventually breaking apart and crashing to the ground. The rest of the planes had to start dodging, and for a time the entire sky turned into a chaotic battlefield.
The Prowler fighter jets flying next to the Crushers immediately began to climb, charging with terrifying speed into the group of Alanhill Imperial F-15 fighter jets that had intercepted them.
The melee broke out immediately, and one F-15 after another was shot down and crashed, because they were really no match for the Prowlers in terms of performance.
"Spread! Scatter! The enemy's speed is too fast! Lower the altitude! Lower the altitude! Damn it!" The commander of the F-15 fighter formation shouted loudly while controlling his aircraft to start diving. An order is given.
Just behind him, the formation of F-15 fighter jets driven by puppets, and less than half of the planes left in an instant began to dive.
"Unmanned fighter jets can't carry out such a complex air combat mission! Let them do it on their own! Let them do it on their own!" The pilot, who saw the heavy losses of his fighter formation, pressed the intercom loudly. shouted.
The puppet combat robot sitting in the cockpit moved the joystick, and F-15s slid one after another and began to dive.
Aiming at the distant Crusher bombers, the puppets driving the F-15 fighters directly pulled the trigger to fire.
At a distance of about 2,000 meters, the unmanned F-15 fighter jets of the Alanhill Empire started strafing, and the shells in the machine guns were sprinkled on the crushers in the distance like no money. bomber.
Countless tracer rounds penetrated the crusher's huge fuselage and wings, leaving a hole sized by one by one fist.
The wing of a crusher bomber finally broke due to the torment of the airflow, and the chubby-looking body twisted and slammed into another crusher bomber beside him. .
The two Watchmen's bombers collided, eventually crashing into the ground together, exploding as they approached the ground in a spectacular flame.
As they fell, dozens of puppet-operated F-15 fighter jets crashed into the crusher bomber fleet.
Without any evasion, and without any luck, these puppets took the task of suicide attack seriously, manipulating the planes, with the most precise strikes, weakening the numbers of the Watcher's air force.
And those Prowler fighter jets who were chasing and killing these F-15 fighter jets found that the other party and their own bombers collided and turned into groups of falling fireworks.
From the very beginning, the battle has developed to a white-hot level, and the contact between the two sides in the sky has been so tragic that the scalp is tingling.
Some F-15 fighter pilots who saw that they could not escape the pursuit of the enemy, like the puppet pilots, chose to fly their own planes to perish directly with the enemy.
They are all clones with QR codes on their foreheads, and they are equally fearless, putting their mission above their own lives!
Keeping enemies from getting close to the Tree of Life is their ultimate mission! To accomplish this task, they would rather give their lives.
In the underground bunker, there is a chaotic combat headquarters, and the command and dispatch officers of the Air Force are listening to the reports of their subordinates.
An officer put down the phone and shouted loudly in the distance: "The 501 fighter wing is running out of fuel and is returning, their 40 J-30 fighters have just been shot down 6, two The mission cannot continue due to malfunction."
"The 503rd Fighter Wing is fighting the enemy, 13 planes were shot down, they have 27 planes left!" Another commander was reporting almost simultaneously Another fighter wing situation.
Another officer stood up and shouted in a loud voice: "Report! The 512th Fighter Wing is ready, please take off!"
"Approve the 512th Wing to take off! , let the 502nd Wing on a reinforcement mission cover the F-15 fighter force from the battlefield!" The leading officer looked at the huge screen showing the position of the troops. Open the command.
"Yes!" The officer sat down, grabbed the phone, and continued to assign tasks. Beside him, there were several female officers walking back and forth with documents or tablets in hand.
"The F-15 fighter unit suffered heavy losses!" Soon, more anxious news began to come one after another.
Compared to the J-30 fighter force, which is comparable in performance to its opponents, the backward F-15 fighter force is a bit miserable.
They were originally responsible for intercepting the enemy's bomber force, but now it seems that the other side's escort fighters have created enormous pressure on them.
An officer looked at the loss statistics in front of him and shouted, tremblingly, the news that had just happened: "The 5113th Regiment has been wiped out!"
The officer's face was covered with On the monitor in front of him, the red sign-offs were red, and it was one after another that the symbols representing fighter jets had been written off.
Beside him, another officer's face was also flushed red, he also raised his arm, gestured and shouted: "The 5136th Wing has only three aircraft left!"
The four-digit fighter wing number is the fighter wing number dedicated to the puppet drone, and the three-digit number is used by the clone fighter wing.
Although it has been tacitly agreed in advance that the four-digit fighter wing is all cannon fodder and can be discarded at any time, the speed of this destruction still makes everyone in the command feel depressed. .
"The radar shows that the Watcher fleet is approaching Tree of Life!" A radar operator raised his hand, and the officer beside him immediately walked over and looked at the situation on the screen.
Then, the leading Air Force commander stared at the huge projection screen and loudly ordered: "The anti-aircraft missile unit is in battle! Intercept all enemy air targets trying to attack Tree of Life!"
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"As ordered! Sir!" The commander of the ground air defense force stood at attention and saluted, then grabbed the phone in front of him: "Intercept all invading targets! Fire!"
At the same time, in another On the ground on one side, a sweeper who had just stepped out of the diamond-shaped space shuttle twisted his neck.
He looked towards the sky where there were explosions everywhere, and there were falling aircraft everywhere, making a contented sound.
Then, he walked up to several sweepers who were waiting beside him, and asked, "How's the attack going?"
"Sir! There are more than imagined, and compared to the previous... forces called Sword God Sect, their war capabilities are obviously higher." A sweeper replied.
"I put ten times the force here! Just the Prowlers, I touched 2,000!" The Sweeper, who was obviously the leader, stared at each other, his ugly face twisted, instead Become more pleasing to the eye.
"The opponent's... fighters are pretty good. We've lost 300 Prowlers, and... 100 more crushers have been shot down." The Sweeper who was in charge of the previous battle was somewhat guilty replied.
"What? You know this is all created by us consuming God's energy! With such a huge loss, how can we explain it to God?" The sweeper's tone suddenly rose, flustered and exasperated roared.
However, he soon returned to calm, and his tone also calmed down: "Forget it! It seems that the enemy at this time is really difficult, and on the space fleet side, our losses are also huge."
After he finished speaking, he looked towards the horizon in the distance, and continued to open the mouth and said: "Order the ground troops to continue to move forward! When we start to eat away everything from them, the situation will turn towards the opposite. We are developing in a favorable direction."
"You are always right! Your Excellency!" The sweeper bowed his head slightly, then made a gesture of "please": "The command of this place is handed over to Your Excellency. There you are."
"Attack! Destroy anything blocking the road! Eat everything that is not of nature! Go! Clean this world!" Spreading his hands, the cleaner's mouth uttered Ugly shouting.
Accompanied by his shouts, countless sweepers crowded the destroyer tank, and grandiose took his footsteps towards the distant horizon.
(end of this chapter)