Chapter 1662
My Empire Chapter 1662
2021-10-15
Chapter 1662 1664 Loyal wingman"I'm aiming! I'm aiming! Cover my dive! My wingman is down! ' shouted a clone pilot in control of a Z-fighter into his communicator.
He steered his fighter jets through spaces filled with small enemy energy cannon fire, dodging those deadly threats.
The Z-fighter is not the latest weaponry of the Alanhill Empire at this time.
It's even a bit dated, frankly! Because in the previous development direction, the Alanhill Empire paid more attention to battleships with star destroyer weapons, rather than small carrier-based aircraft.
So, the Z-fighter is basically a kind of temporarily designed weapons and equipment that was hastily launched and then was hastily manufactured to face the complex war situation.
Now, with more advanced weapons such as Zaku, Zaku 2, Gundam, etc., the main force of Alanhill Empire's space army carrier aircraft is no longer a clone troop equipped with Z-type fighters.
But on the other hand, the Z-fighters that have not stopped the production line are still constantly replenishing the front line, which is also determined by the wartime production system.
After all, it is in a state where there are not enough weapons. How can it be possible to stop production of mature weapons and take the risk of producing new weapons and equipment?
The best choice is of course to produce what, as long as there are enough raw materials, there is no need to stop the production of old-fashioned equipment.
Therefore, in the fleet sequence of the Alanhill Empire, the giant aircraft carriers carrying Z-type fighter jets and F-type unmanned fighter jets are still the most numerous carrier-based aircraft platforms.
Since it is the most, it is the core battle strength! At this moment, the Z-type fighter jets in the sky, with the F-type unmanned wingman, are rushing through the enemy fleet.
"I'm following you! I'm following you!" Behind him, a Z-fighter was attached, and the two planes, one after the other, rushed towards the one not far away Target.
It was a huge Adjudicator battleship. Its body was bigger than the mountains. In front of the Z-fighter, it was like an ancient giant creature, full of oppression.
The surface of this battleship is also full of various barbs, and there are "turrets" that can fire continuously. These round hole-shaped things can shoot black energy groups into the air.
Like the Alanhill Empire's electromagnetic close-in guns, such weapons can pose a huge threat to approaching targets.
Farther away, the fighter group of the Alanhill Empire was scattered by the rushing killer fighter jets, and the two sides started a fierce fight in an airspace.
"Get close to the target! Avoid those anti-aircraft fires!" the young clone pilot reminded his companions behind him, piloting his Z-fighter.
The companions behind him are also trying their best to dodge left and right to avoid the incoming artillery fire.
Unfortunately, the aircraft behind and an F-type unmanned wingman behind it, after avoiding two black energy groups, was hit by an energy cannonball Hit, directly scattered into pieces in the universe.
"My wingman was hit! My wingman was hit!" The clone pilot who followed behind was a little nervous and shouted continuously on the intercom.
"Keep your speed! Follow me! Follow me!" The leading pilot shook his joystick while loudly reminding his companions behind him.
However, for a long time, there was no sound...
No need to look back, he knew that behind him, the friendly fighter plane that was hurriedly following up should be. has been shot down.
In fact, this is indeed the case. A sudden attack of the shell just hit the middle of the Z-fighter directly behind it, and directly devoured the cabin of the carrier-based aircraft.
The pilot didn't even have time to call for help, and was blasted into the universe by the energy of the explosion, and the fighter he was driving also exploded and shattered in an instant, leaving only a piece of residue behind the Z-fighter in front of him. behind.
However, the Z-fighter who came to cover did not sacrifice in vain. He followed and covered the lead plane in front.
The Z-fighter in front gained the attack window and staggered into the dead end of the enemy's battleship anti-aircraft fire.
Sweeping through a complex area of barbs, the Z-fighter clone pilot found a perfect angle to attack.
He flew his own plane and dropped the nuclear bomb on that relatively flat area.
Seeing that the nuclear bomb smashed the shell of the enemy ship and disappeared into the gap, the clone pilot pulled up his Z-type carrier aircraft and began to stay away from this soon-to-be-dangerous place.
On the way back, he saw the wreckage of the Z-fighter that had been shot down before. The wreckage was still drifting forward and would not stop in a short time.
Among the broken pieces of wreckage, the safety rope securing the pilot and a pilot's glove can still be seen, and nothing else is identifiable.
"Damn..." Although he had already prepared in his heart, but seeing the remains of his companion, this clone was still cursed.
He steered his Z-fighter to avoid the passing black energy group, then changed the course, avoiding the wreckage of those scattered companions.
There was an unmanned wingman just following the downed Z-fighter. The wingman was also destroyed, and at this moment is already a scrapped wreckage.
Just as the clone pilot was driving his Z-fighter and began to drift away, the Adjudicator battleship behind him was torn apart by the internal explosion and swelled up instantly.
The nuclear bomb exploded inside the battleship, and the expanding gas shredded the surrounding cabin walls, followed by a huge force transmitted to the main support structure of the battleship.
The ensuing fiery gas melted everything, even the magical energy heated and boiled, and the ensuing explosion swept the entire interior of the battleship, destroying everything it encountered in a split second. .
Such a terrifying explosion was unbridled and unstoppable inside the battleship, and eventually spread to the surface of the battleship, twisting the hard outer shell of the battleship into an arc.
After a brief stagnation, the battleship of the watcher all split up and in pieces, which exploded like a fragmentation anti-personnel grenade, and scattered countless fragments.
These debris swept everything around, and affected several surrounding Adjudicator battleships. Those ramming fragments destroyed everything in their path, wounding the surrounding Adjudicator battleships.
Checking his ammunition remaining, the clone pilot regretfully found that he no longer had nuclear bombs to use.
Now he can only choose to return, or like his former companions, to cover other friendly planes with ammunition and continue to attack.
With little thought, he turned on and adjusted his communication channel, trying to find a companion who needed cover.
"I need cover! Is there anyone nearby!" Soon, a voice passed through the intercom and entered his ears.
"I'm the pilot of the 117th attack on platoon! I can hear you calling! Where are you! Where are you!"
"I'm a clone of the 119th platoon! Human pilot! My coordinates are 17-29! The local coordinates are 17-29! An enemy plane is biting me! My number is 333! Repeat! My number is 333!" The other side replied anxiously: "I still have Nuclear bombs! I still have nuclear bombs!"
The latter sentence means that this friendly force still has the value of being covered, so when I heard the last sentence, the clone who ran out of ammunition The human pilot immediately shook the joystick and rushed to the local coordinate of 17-29.
"I'm here! I'm here! Azimuth 45-77! Look at the radar! IFF signal! Come on a tactical cross! I'll kill the tail for you!" He shouted loudly as he accelerated the flight road.
"Okay! Okay! I'm trying to steer! He's following me! Follow me!" the pilot on the other side shouted nervously.
"I see you! Hull number 333! I see you!" After a short flight, the clone pilot who arrived in the Z-fighter saw the friendly army being chased and killed. airplane.
"Cross on the left! Cross on the left!" The two Z-fighters quickly approached, and while the supporting clone pilots gave loud orders, they slammed the joystick to their left.
The side of the Z fighter jet, the attitude engine suddenly worked at full force, spewing out a white gas.
On the other side, the Z-fighter numbered 333 had no intention of dodging, so it rushed straight along the way it came.
The two fighter jets passed each other and nearly collided - apparently in a hurry, the cooperation between the two went wrong.
Ignoring cursing, the clone pilots who came in support did not look at the No. 333 Z-fighter that almost killed him, but aimed their muzzles up ahead to chase and kill them. Coming killer fighter.
"tú tú tú tú!" The electromagnetic machine gun fired a tracer bullet, drawing a bright straight line one after another in the deep universe.
These straight lines cut through the Watcher's killer fighter, then castrated again, all the way to the unseen distance.
The killed fighter jet was obviously damaged, and its flight attitude changed strangely. After shaking it twice, it flew straight to the distance along an original flight trajectory. .
It didn't explode, seemingly because it didn't get hit with a detonating substance like energy. But it lost power, so it could only fly in the direction just now, moving towards a place.
There is no resistance in the universe, it can only fly like this, like dust floating in the universe, until it encounters gravity or hits something...
Of course, it's also possible that it will slowly dissipate, like the rest of the Explosion-damaged Wardens - no one will know.
"Sorry! I was so nervous just now!" In the intercom, the other party opened the mouth and said apologetically before he could swear.
"It's okay...it's okay!" The clone pilot who came all the way to support was not embarrassed to continue yelling, although he had already greeted all the other matrilineal clans in his heart - even though the clones did not have these relatives.
"I still have a nuclear bomb! You can cover me! Let's find a target to attack!" The pilot said without hesitation.
"Yes! You find the target! I'll follow you and act as your wingman!" the clone pilot said to the pilot of the No. 333 Z fighter.
"Okay! I lost all my wingmen, how about yours?" the pilot asked as he flew forward.
"Mine too..." He glanced at the plane's striking 333 hull number, and he answered absently.
"The enemy's artillery fire is too intense! If I attack alone, the success rate is too low." The pilot of the No. 333 Z fighter continued.
"Yeah!" Thinking of his own experience just now, the clone pilot who came to support was nodded with lingering fears.
The pilot of fighter jet 333 found the target and said, "Look at that battleship over there! I'm going to attack its right side!"
"Yes! Let's elevate first. Relatively high! Attack from diagonally above and avoid those 'turrets' of the flanking enemy!" The clone pilot who came to support naturally gave his own advice.
The two planes, one after the other, began their climb, like two peas in the air on the battlefield full of artillery fire.
Below them, one after another Alanhill Imperial Fleet salvoed Star Destroyer energy beams flying past, as magnificent as a staff.
And in the middle of these staves, the battleship of the exploding guardians is like a musical note, playing a splendid movement.
"Okay! The relative altitude is almost the same!" The pilot who came to support reminded him, and then saw that the No. 333 Z fighter in front had leveled its flight status.
"Follow me! If you are in danger...you leave first!" In the earphone, the other party kindly reminded, and then began to dive.
The supporting clone pilots were un'ed, and then dived, one after the other, towards the target.
A black blast of energy came, swiping across the glass of the cockpit above the two of them, reminding them both that they had been found. Immediately afterwards, more energy groups came, forming a large net.
"Dodge! Dodge! My magic defense barrier is almost exhausted! Watch out for those energy groups!" Pilot No. 333, who rushed in front, loudly reminded his comrades behind him.
Then it took a few seconds to find that there was no sound coming through the headphones. He was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but turn his head, and then he saw that some scattered fragments were flying along the trajectory of his flight, flying forward with him.
Those scattered debris, like wingman after wingman, loyal and brave, chasing each other, ignoring enemy fire, rushing to distant targets.
The scene in front of me began to distort slightly, and some unknown liquid began to float, suspended in the driver's helmet. The pilot of the No. 333 Z-fighter no longer looked back, but pointed his sights at the Adjudicator battleship through those crystal water droplets!
(end of this chapter)