Over the high seas of the Indian Ocean

Thirteenth Air Combat Regiment of the Combined Air Force of the United States of the United States of Rocksat Doctrine

Captain Snowen Haka

With three minutes to go into the combat airspace, Captain Snowen Haka couldn't help but glance at the photo taped under the meter, and the photo of the whole family became almost his only pillar on the battlefield. Whenever he sees the smiles of his wife and children, he will have the belief to live, which is much more effective than all kinds of medals.

Below them, the sea array of surface-to-air missiles has long been arranged, and twenty-three warships equipped with surface-to-air missiles are ready, intending to send all the arms worth hundreds of millions into the sky and drag down the monster named NB-90.

"It's passing through the clouds, and it's going to be in the stratosphere in tens of seconds," said Snowwin's partner, "and it's a good job to clean up the skies, ace pilot." ”

The fighters plunged headlong into the white thick clouds, dragging their blue tail flames to carve a path through the gloomy fog, and then rushed out of the clouds like dolphins jumping out of the water, and the friendly fighters in front and left and right maintained their formation, one by one into the stratosphere.

"Target found, characteristics in accordance with NB-90!"

Snowwin gasped, he had never seen such a behemoth float easily in the air, and even thought that the title of Ace Pilot was just a laughing stock. It was at least four or five times larger than a normal airship, with a sword-like hull floating in the air like a veritable aircraft carrier, and the intricate structure of the ship was orderly loaded with guns and catapult decks. The bottom of the warship was equidistant with four engines, the turbines on the boxes were spinning, and the air currents and heat from the top of the tongues of fire could even be detected by the naked eye. Contrary to the description, a ring of engines was fixed to the bottom of the shuttle ship around four groups of eight engines, a little longer than half the hull, and a pinprick-like object mounted on the arc at a quarter of a circumference distance from the plane of the arc at a distance of one hundred and twenty degrees.

This monster, Snowwin thought to himself, not a curse, but an objective and realistic evaluation. This kind of thing that should only exist in fantasy suddenly becomes a reality, and it exists 100% on the opposite side, which is terrifying for a normal person.

"Surface-to-air missile launch! Please keep your distance so as not to be affected by the explosion!"

The warning from the communicator made Snowwin sweat too, and he knew that he was lucky, hoping that the behemoth in front of him would fall in the salvo of the surface-to-air missile array.

Surface-to-air missiles emerge from the surface of the clouds and rush towards the NB-90 Material Shuttle, each one imbued with anticipation and destructive power. But he was soon disappointed, and he did not need to wait for the smoke to disappear before he came to find out the situation, and immediately knew that the attack of the surface-to-air missile was completely futile. Without exception, the missiles exploded at a distance of several kilometers from the NB-90, and they seemed to hit an invisible wall, which only when they exploded could cause a ripple. The massive explosion blew away the clouds beneath the NB-90, and Snowen could clearly see the fleet in the Indian Ocean, but their target was unscathed.

The next scene may have frightened him even more. Snowwin's partner was still trying to keep his composure and report the situation, but at this time, the NB-90 made a move: the four spines on the arc rotated around the orbit, and then turned to the right side of the shuttle, in a fan-shaped division, and the tip pointed directly at the Luo Lian fleet at sea. He felt that something was wrong, and the center of the ring gradually formed an orange curtain of light, and suddenly threw several stones into it like a still lake, and the surface began to bounce with water droplets, and the energy filled the arc along the track, and then flowed into the four thorns. When Snowwin felt that the agitation on the surface of the light curtain could not be more violent, the light curtain began to disappear from the center of the circle in an instant, and the entire device turned red from the overheating.

Snoven didn't see anything, he didn't hear anything, but he did feel something being launched, and at that moment. He looked down at the Indian Ocean, and felt a chill down his spine: the sea was calm, and everything seemed to be normal, except for the entire Luo Lian fleet. He saw the wreck of a battleship, only about a third of the hull was floating on the surface of the sea, and the rest seemed to have been cut off, and the section was very neat and smooth.

They were facing a real monster, and Snowen was about to lose his grip on the joystick, every cell in his body was resisting, screaming, telling him that there was only one way to get close to the thing, and that the only thing that kept him in the driver's seat was the reserved soldier.

"The naval air defense battle group has been completely wiped out! The air force is now exchanging fire!"

"At twelve o'clock!

"The Fourth, Eighth, and Tenth Air Combat Regiments will be the target of the vanguard attack, and the rest of the troops will cover! Even if you use your fighter plane to collide, you will sink the enemy's NB-90!"

Following the commander's slogan, Luo Lian's air force advanced at full speed towards the enemy. Snowen knew in his heart that they would never succeed, not to mention whether they could directly attack NB-90, and there was another same beast behind them. Two NB-90s, if you want to sink them, I'm afraid you can't even do a miracle.

Damn it...... Snowwin tightened his grip on the joystick and headed at full speed toward the locust-like swarm of enemy fighters. Maybe he won't live long, but he can't be ashamed, at least he has to fight until the last moment and die a glorious death.

With the easy push of a button, the cannon and missiles are fired at once, knocking down the locked target. A HEAD-ON CLASH BETWEEN THE TWO SIDES WAS ON THE VERGE OF BREAKING OUT, AND 23MM CANNONS POURED OUT, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER THERE WAS AN ENEMY IN FRONT OF THEM. Fireballs and debris exploded around him, and an enemy plane quickly turned around and bit his tail. When the enemy plane launched the missile, Snowwin took out his housekeeping skills and flipped to the side, releasing jamming missiles to mislead the enemy. The front thrusters on both sides spewed flames to slow down, and he saw the enemy plane flying past him under the force of recoil, and pulled the lever to adjust the direction, and then followed at full speed. The cannon roared and tore at the enemy plane, and the engine of the enemy plane emitted black smoke, lost its balance and spun in the air several times, turning into a ball of fire.

And that's just the first one, there's more. Snowwin has put everything behind, and all he thinks about is how to shoot down more enemy planes and how to achieve a more brilliant record. Three enemy planes were shot down in one salvo, and one was reimbursed again in a quick pursuit, and before he knew it, the number of enemy planes he shot down had risen to double digits.

He gasped, his mouth feeling dry, and the dehydration was about to tear his throat open. The surroundings were covered with black smoke and lifeless. This is a battle with their lives, and their end is only to fight to the death, so there is no need to think about anything else for a long time. Snowwin, seeing that the enemy planes had organized themselves and launched a surprise attack on the vanguard of the friendly team, immediately followed, locked on four targets, and sent the prepared missiles out.

Less than half of the fighters were still in combat, and there were very few Vanguards left to attack the NB-90, and Snoven shot down six enemy planes in one go and caught up with the Vanguard.

The idea of escorting the escort was dispelled by his terrible instincts, and the next moment he realized that something was something, a vanguard fighter plane crashed into an invisible wall, destroying the plane and killing people. The others didn't have time to slow down, and they turned to dodge, but they couldn't seem to escape. Snowen saw it, the fleeting blue light.

The front thruster was at full power, and the recoil force seemed to crush his heart, and he endured the downward pressure on the joystick, and the nose sank, turned forward one hundred and eighty degrees, and then rotated to straighten the fuselage, and successfully hoisted the fighter from the head.

Cut, it's clear that they're only a stone's throw away from the NB-90, but they can't reach it......

"Captain, there are only three percent of our fighters left, you are the highest-ranking sergeant here, please take over the temporary command. ”

No, it's less than three, Snoven thought. He watched the balls of fire and black smoke rise up, and watched his comrades leave, and they also came closer.

A gauge lit up red, showing a high concentration of collapsing particles in his eleven o'clock direction, and as soon as he looked up, the purple portal opened out of thin air.

Is it another NB-90...... They're finished, and so is Luolian.

Snowen gave up, his hands too lazy to move again. There was also a desperate murmur from the communicator in his ears, and then communication was disconnected from the Air Force command.

“？！”

His eyes widened.

Rushing out of the portal was a group of fighters he had never seen before, seemingly fighters from decades ago, barely equipped with new equipment underneath. In the midst of that group of fighters, there was a shining flying object, its belly mounted with the same fighter. It's probably the same, but Snowwin thinks it's more like an immortal bird grasping at hope.

The group of fighters turned towards them, and the unleashed artillery fire shot down the Southern Union's fighters, and the undead birds, twice as large as ordinary fighters, passed by him, and quickly reversed, passing through, melting all obstacles in the way.

After another murmur, the communication was connected.

"The Joint Air Combat Corps calls the United Air Forces," a woman called in a sonorous voice from the other side of the communicator, "I am the Supreme Commander of the Military of the Community of Liberty Communities, Lieutenant General Junoan Howard......"