The battle had reached this point, though it had only been a few minutes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but Mobile Suit WS has a knife edge pierced by the alloy saber of the MS prototype on his chest, and 30 rockets are chasing behind him, but he still does not hesitate to turn around and rush towards the dozens of MS that have been surrounded, and his whole body exudes a powerful momentum without hesitation.

This kind of momentum is like a thousand troops of one person! Indomitable! Resolutely!

The pilots of the UAC were a little frightened, they had never experienced such a battle, they had never faced such an opponent. This is an ace pilot of the Slashing Ship Club, and every ace pilot is a legend, carrying more than three hundred crashes on his back.

The combined number of downs of the Organic Divisions in the field is not as high as three hundred, and the sum of their forces is not enough to make up the number of three hundred downs. Yes, the total destruction of the five battleships of the remaining formation plus 66 MS is only two hundred downs. In other words, the ace pilot in front of him has cumulatively eliminated more troops than the remaining formations in the past battles.

In the short ten years since the advent of Mobile Suits, there have been not a few ace pilots killed on the battlefield, exceeding double digits. But most of them were completed by other ace pilots, and less than a slap was really achieved by crowd tactics.

Everyone knows that the ace pilot's every move on the battlefield is not just a handsome, but also a kind of understanding and control of the battle.

Fengyu must have wanted to do something, but they didn't understand.

Just when everyone was in shock, the Mobile Suit WS had already rushed into the MS cluster, and the 120mm Gauss cannon on the shoulder bombarded one of the MSs, and then the recoil accelerated to change direction, dodging behind a heavily armored one.

"The target is gone! The rocket loses its lock-on target! Enter the state of disorderly attack! ”

Although the rocket's flight speed is slower than that of Mobile Suits, its attack has a significant advantage over other ranged weapons, that is, it can lock on and track the target. UAC's rocket warheads are equipped with a variety of sensors, including an infrared sensor to lock onto the mobile suit vector vent heat source, an optical sensor to identify the appearance of the target, and an active electromagnetic wave to verify the identification code of friend or foe.

But at this moment, all three identification methods were cracked by Fengyu. When the Mobile Suit WS took refuge behind the MS, the rocket's optical sensor first lost its target. However, the infrared sensor misjudged the hapless MS for the target. As for electromagnetic wave recognition, it is one of the least effective backup means on the battlefield where R particles are everywhere. And when Fengyu's exclusive customized model has an R particle shield, it is isolated from the possibility of electromagnetic wave recognition.

"One MS-D can't stop all the rockets, his sacrifice is worth it, this ace pilot is dead!" On the flagship of the 6th Fleet, a staff officer said. So far, he can only comfort himself like this.

Although the 30 rockets are salvos, according to the speed of each pilot's nerve reflex and the position of each long-range MS, in fact, there is still a sequence, and an attack echelon with a distance of two seconds between the front and back will be formed.

As the staff officer judged, if Fengyu counted on this heavy MS to help him block all the rockets, then he would really die.

However, the UAC was disappointed, and the Mobile Suit WS kicked the MS-D in the back hard, kicking it in the direction the rocket was flying from while gaining further backward acceleration.

Feng Yu's action caused the body to be exposed to the optical sensors of most of the rockets again, the identification was re-established, and the tracking began again. But MS-D still couldn't escape death, and he blocked three rockets from the front for Fengyu.

But in such a short second, the Mobile Suit WS had already pounced on the back of the other MS.

There was silence in the flagship of the 6th Fleet, and the top echelons of the fleet present watched this scene with a chill down their spines.

"This ...... This! The staff officer didn't dare to say the next words.

But the commander of the fleet knew what the staff officers thought. True, as the supreme commander who gave the order to rocket attacks, he made a big mistake. Now the situation has turned into cannibalism, and the ace pilot is apparently using rockets to clean up the MS that surrounds him.

I saw the yellow-green mobile suit like a creeper vine, winding all the way, entangled all the way, spreading death into the MS cluster. When the third MS was blown up by their own rockets, the morale of the pilots who finally reacted collapsed instantly. The ones who are close can't escape, but the ms on the periphery have scattered and fled, for fear of becoming a substitute for the dead.

The encirclement is scattered.

When all 30 rockets were consumed on UAC's own mobile suit, Fengyu once again rushed towards the area where the long-range MS was located. It's not that he has to blow up a few MS-Bs to vent his air, but his next target is in that direction - the flagship of the 6th Fleet.

Take out the flagship main gun, and the "Tropical Pressure" will be truly safe.

At this time, the commander of the fleet hesitated, should he fire another round of rockets?

There are also 30 rockets on 15 MS-Bs, which is enough to carry out the second round of saturation fire coverage. Behind Fengyu, the MS cluster has dispersed, and the distance between each other has widened to hundreds of kilometers, and it is still spreading outward.

Fengyu never had a chance to repeat his old tricks.

Gritting his teeth, the fleet commander again ordered a rocket salvo.

This time, instead of retreating, the Mobile Suit WS rushed forward with the rockets.

The distance was quickly reduced to a few hundred meters, this was Fengyu's only chance, and he activated the last pulse excitation, an acceleration change of direction, and instantly shook off most of the rockets, flying to the sensor blind spot behind them. Only four rockets had time to turn and continue the track.

Mobile Suit WS turns the muzzle of the 120mm Gauss gun and blows one of them. And he rushed to the nearest MS-B.

That MS-B had seen Fengyu's previous tricks, how could he honestly stay where he was and be the other party's meat shield, and quickly launched a pulse to excite and fled backwards. The other ranged MSs also quickly dispersed to the side, avoiding becoming yellow-green mobile suits.

For Feng Yu, this was enough, he was not afraid of the rockets chasing behind him at all. The high maneuverability improved by the XME-250S engine is not something that a rocket can catch up, and his original intention is only to disperse the obstacles ahead.

The 66 MS sent out by the 6th Fleet to besiege him are currently only 57 aircraft left, and in fact, only the MS prototype accelerated by the quasi-ace pilot that was really shot down by Fengyu, and the remaining 8 were killed by his own people by mistake.

The encirclement no longer existed, and the morale of the pilots was knocked out, and Fengyu flew over to the supernova capital ship.