For the Martian army, the Tempest is not an advanced equipment, in terms of speed, the Hurricane will be completely abused by the Jackal of UNSA, in terms of equipment, the modular Jackal fighter has a variety of configuration options, but compared to the Jackal, the Tempest is more maneuverable, the variable sweep wing supports it to turn in situ, and the positioning of the Hurricane is an air-space dual-purpose air superiority fighter, while the Jackal is a multi-role heavy fighter, the focus of the two is different, but this does not mean that the Hurricane can't beat the Jackal! Especially when the jackal is hiding in the air mass, the radar detection range is very small.

Fisher, who was piloting the fighter, glanced at the sensors, because Europa's surface was thick with ice, so the temperature in the area was extremely low, and the glass windows of the fighter plane had been covered with a layer of frost.

"Attention, Golden Three, we can't get them to warn, don't use missiles, get closer, kill them with cannons!" Fisher's long machine said in the communication channel.

"Roger! Gold One! ”

Although the Tornado fighter is not as diverse as the jackal, it is also composed of several sets of configurations, heavy armor-piercing missiles against ships, attack missiles against the ground, and in terms of machine guns, Fisher likes the configuration of two laser cannons and two 50mm cannons, which can not only quickly attack enemy fighters, but also have the power to fight when encountering UNSA's warships, which can be said to be a very versatile configuration.

The jackal fighters of the UNSA lab did not yet know that four ill-intentioned guys had been followed behind their butts, and because of the dust and ice, their radar completely did not detect the enemy less than six hundred kilometers behind them.

And Fisher and the others did not turn on the enemy radar, this is to prevent the grass from startling, and the ultra-long-range detector of the Mount Olympus is like a radar, providing them with a steady stream of flight correction data.

Four hundred kilometers, three hundred kilometers, two hundred kilometers, and when Fisher and the two Jackal fighters were only less than a hundred kilometers away, their radar realized that something was wrong.

"Call the UFO, you have entered the airspace of the UNSA facility, I order you to immediately turn off the engines and land, otherwise we have the right to shoot you down!" The pilot of the jackal fighter shouted in the public channel.

"Poof! These guys, so naïve! Golden No. 2, turn on signal suppression, don't let them send a message! ”

The captain of the golden squadron sneered disdainfully, and then activated the thrusters of the tempest.

The UNSA pilot hadn't figured out what the hell these guys were here for, and when he found that the other party didn't reply, one of the pilots switched the channel and tried to contact the ground, but there was only a rustle in the channel.

"They're approaching at a rapid pace, it's a surprise attack, quick, disperse!" Seeing the unidentified aircraft suddenly accelerating on the radar, the UNSA pilot, who had just woken up from a dream, tried to turn the nose of the plane to prepare for the battle, but the more than 100 kilometers were only a matter of more than ten seconds in the face of the wind that turned on the accelerator.

When Fisher saw the jackal fighter looming in the thick air mass, the other party's turn had just been completed.

"Good chance!" Looking at the jackal facing him, Fisher did not hesitate and pressed the fire button.

The two 20mm guns beneath the head of the wind emitted a striking blue glow, which was created when the armor-piercing chamber was ejected by the magnetic rails.

Then Fisher saw half of the Jackal fighter's wings disappear.

"Lima One, I was hit! Catapult, catapult! The Jackal pilot who was hit shouted for help to the base, but the radio channel was still rustling, and the other Jackal was also unable to protect itself at the moment, and the Golden One and Four were in a trap for him, and it was only a matter of time before he was shot down.

The UNSA's research base was not ignorant of what was happening outside, and after the communication was cut off, they immediately sent personnel to the surface to prepare for laser communication, and the soldiers on the ground happened to witness the scene of their fighter jets burning and catching fire, turning and smashing into the ground.

"Sir, clear airspace!"

"Send in the ground troops, I want everything in that lab!"

The Mount Olympus leaned towards the surface under the control of the helmsman, and after the robot troops and marines were ready to go at the port, they immediately landed on the surface and launched a random attack.

Despite the disparity in strength, the Earth Army did not sit still, and the security forces of the Gongwei Experimental Base quickly arrived at the surface by elevator, built defenses on the thick ice, and resisted layer by layer, buying time for the destruction operation inside the base.

Bullets, energy beams, plasma streams, and missiles converge over the battlefield, because Europa's surface is a hundred kilometers of ice, so the defending UNSA forces do not have many permanent fortifications on the surface, only some mobile bunkers and automatic batteries, but under their desperate counterattack and fire coverage, the attacking Martian colonists were suppressed by the fire and could not move on the ground, and had to ask for support from the wind.

"Golden Squadron, give me a squeeze for their resistance!" One of the commanders in charge of directing ground operations roared with a hideous face.

"Roger! Here we go! ”

Fisher steered the wind to follow closely behind the long plane, tracer bullets slashing at the sides of the plane, the ground defenders were firing with anti-aircraft machine guns, but this weak firepower was not enough to threaten the wind.

The fire control radar screamed, and a red frame flashed on the head-up display, indicating that the radar had locked onto the target.

Roaring missiles and cannons were the straw that broke the camel's back, and the explosion of shrapnel swallowed up the defenders' positions, knowing that Europa is not Earth, the temperature here is below -160 degrees, and there is not even oxygen, once the spacesuit is broken, the low temperature and lack of oxygen will soon kill you.

The torrent of steel passed through the contours of the battle line, and the shattered limbs of the UNSA soldiers mixed with the water vapor melted by the explosion and were quickly frozen, and the bubbling blood left vivid marks on the ice, blooming on the planet like a painter's artwork.

The tireless, painless robot army is still advancing, and the remaining UNSA soldiers are like foam in the waves, rising and disappearing.

"Golden Squadron, the Mount Olympus is going to make a maneuver, you can land on the surface first and wait for us to come back!"

"Roger, can we engage in ground combat?"

"No, you can only enter after the robot is sure it's safe!"

"Well, I'd like to slaughter two more Earth mongrels!"

Landing the fighter on an open ice field, Fisher made sure that all the protection on his body was intact before turning on the cockpit.

"Three, we're going to fight, what about you!" The pilot of the long plane shouted at Fisher.

"Can I walk around the battlefield and pick up a souvenir or something!"

"Of course, we'll come when we go!" Speaking of which, Fisher's captain didn't care much about this airborne wingman, anyway, he thought that Fisher was gilded by the home fleet, and he would leave after staying on the Mount Olympus to feel the atmosphere of war, so he didn't care, but ran to the elevator with his own men.

Flew over and faithfully followed Fisher's ass, with a Volk assault rifle in its hand, a large folding shield in its left hand, and its scarlet electronic eyes scanning the blizzard in its face vigilantly.

Fisher walked silently on the battlefield just now, the craters that the missiles and shells hit the ice have been filled with snowflakes, and the bodies of the UNSA soldiers who died not long ago are still there, just lying quietly in the place where they died in battle, the Martian colonists do not intend to collect the bodies for them, but Fisher can see these dead souls wandering on this battlefield in confusion at this moment.

The light of the Torch shone again, and a fierce golden psionic flame poured out of Fisher's body, illuminating a world in the gray subspace, and then the souls of the war dead threw themselves into the flames of the Torch as if they had found a home.

But Fisher was covered with cold sweat at this time, and when countless souls poured into the star torch, they also brought their memories and reluctance into it, and Fisher experienced everything they experienced again as if he had watched countless movies.

Despite the protection of psionic energy, Fisher's spirit did not collapse because of these memories, but it still overdrew his physical strength, but as these souls brightened the light of the torch, the continuous power restored Fisher's physical strength, and even strengthened his body again.

This is? Fisher clenched his fists, and the Star Torch not only strengthened his body, but even the fighting skills of those fallen soldiers, and their experience continued to enter Fisher's mind.

It's just that these experiences and skills are very vague, like broken words, and they don't improve much for Fisher himself, and more memories are like stones sinking into the sea.

While Fisher was still reminiscing about the memories that flooded into his mind, the flying siren suddenly went off.

"What's wrong?" Fisher pulled out his pistol and looked at the storm in the distance.

The siren transmitted data to Fisher's helmet display, which showed signs of life in a crater not far from Fisher.

Fisher let the robot stand by and cautiously leaned over with his weapon in hand. Only to find out that it was a UNSA soldier who was still alive, and the other party was dying, but he was still holding a pistol that had run out of bullets in his hand.

"Hey, hey!" Fisher stepped forward to wake up the soldier to treat him, but the next second he flew over and appeared next to him at some point, and the assault rifle in his hand was aimed at the soldier.

"No!" Fisher grabbed the flying arm, and the force was so strong that it even deformed the armor.

But he was still a step too late, the muzzle of Volk's gun was already spewing blue flames, the plasma ammunition tore through the soldier's protective suit, and the wound was frozen almost instantaneously, although the soldier was still moaning in pain, Fisher knew that he was finished.

"I'm sorry!" Fisher placed his hand on the other's helmet, and flames erupted, engulfing his body.