"Guys, do you want a taxi?"

Fisher looked up and saw that more than a dozen Titan transports he had been on before were slowing down, and among them was an old acquaintance, Bake from Angel City.

"Stinky boy, you played well!"

"It's okay!" Fisher was not modest, and jumped on the transport plane directly on the Titan, and then smashed it.

"There's no time to explain, take off!"

At the foreground were several ships, laden with evacuated soldiers and staff, and less than twenty kilometers away from the ships were a large swarm of fighters, gunboats, and transports were like industrious bees chasing food, clutching at the rear of the fleet.

"Attention all planes, give priority to clearing enemy escort clusters, as well as frigates, and you can fire freely!"

"Understood!"

The rebel fighters that looked like Swedish 21B fighters were the first to attack, and the missiles in the sky detached, blowing up a large number of fighters who were only interested in escaping.

The rest of the warships turned their self-defense guns in a panic and prepared to counterattack, but because of design problems, most of the battleship's guns were deployed in the front half, and only a few point defense guns could fire at the tail, and the rebel pilots were also very chicken thieves trying to hide in the rear of the opponent and output wildly.

One of the frigates in the rear of the palace quickly lost power due to the engine being blown out, and then slammed headlong into the ground with billowing black smoke.

"Well done, there are two left!"

The cheering rebel pilots were about to continue their efforts when they knocked down the remaining two ships when a barrage of missiles burst out from below, killing several rebel fighters in the blink of an eye.

"Unknown enemy Titan approaching!" Fisher raised the 16 and pulled out a barrage, but the Viper Titan, which was modeled after the North Star, was too fast, and easily pulled up to avoid the barrage, turning his attention to Fisher and the transport plane under his feet.

"Bang bang bang!" The dense missile locked on Fisher and flew out, the latter was not to be outdone, B's missile bay locked on the incoming missile to shoot back, Fisher even held his left hand weakly, pulled the opponent, and then a rocket stuck firmly on the opponent's face.

Because of Fisher's pulling, the Viper's pilot thought that there was something wrong with his body, and after being hit by a high-explosive armor-piercing rocket, the pilot simply left the battlefield.

"Well done, Pilot, now we're going to take the Malta that stands in our way!"

"We can't get closer, the point artillery is tearing us apart!" Some pilots complained.

"It's okay, let B throw me over!" Fisher zoomed in on his helmet and locked onto an open deck at the stern of the massive battleship, which was only 220 meters away, and B could have thrown himself through.

"Wow, I like this plan, brother is coming to the 6-4 squad, we can definitely get along!" A flirtatious voice interjected into the channel, it was Davis Pilots from Team 6-4.

"Shut up Davis, you get on the pilot first, and we'll be there!" Another pilot interrupted his companion's whispering.

"Alright, B, let's go!"

Fisher put his weapon on his back, then trotted two steps and jumped into B's palm.

"Leave it to me, Pilot!" b's left fist turned into a palm, pointed diagonally to the sky, and after calculating the amount of advance, he looked at Fisher, turned his left hand back into a fist, and rotated his right arm to throw Fisher out.

Feeling the whirring sound of the wind rubbing against his ears, Fisher's own heart couldn't help but pound, at an altitude of 60,000 feet, and from this vantage point, even the highest mountain looked like a small mountain within reach.

The distance of 100 meters was instantaneous, and the machine's calculations were very accurate, and without the slightest error, Fisher activated the jet and slowly landed on the metal deck.

"Spot the enemy pilot!" The infantry watched in amazement as Fisher emerged from behind his buttocks, and then fell in pieces under the burst of gunfire, and Fisher fought his way from the lower maintenance deck to the upper artillery deck.

The gunners operating the flank guns were killed in the emplacements before they could react, and the Malta's side-fire was greatly reduced, and then more transports approached and lowered more pilots.

"Haha, well done, bro, but we're not bad at 6-4! I'll show you how awesome we are today! The pilot, Davis, tapped Fisher's breastplate in a gesture of friendship.

"Please!" Fisher made a gesture of please.

The wolf-like 6-4 squad was more skilled than Fisher, and there was hardly a single enemy in front of the four-man team, and with them opening the way, everyone quickly reached the bridge.

"Don't shoot, that's bulletproof glass!" A pilot saw a row of officers standing behind a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and subconsciously raised his gun to shoot, but the bullet was unexpectedly bounced away.

"Brother, I'll show you how we do 6-4 today!"

With that, the team's four pilots pulled out plastic explosives from their backpacks and stuck them to the glass window.

The explosives detonated, shattering the glass window, and the rebels standing by the window pulled the trigger before the officers could react.

"Empty, empty!"

The smoke cleared, and the entire bridge was staggered and covered with corpses.

"The battleship has been taken, sir!"

"All of them, target Sirius, go! Tie Pilot, the battleship is handed over to you! ”

Fisher pulled out his own pulse knife and inserted it into the battleship's main console, and as the blue indicator filled the target ring with the hilt, the destroyer was more than six hundred meters long under his control.

"Full firepower adjusted, target Sirius!"

The dozens of turrets deployed in the upper half of the Malta's hull immediately turned and aimed at Sirius, two kilometers in front of him.

Then Fisher felt only a jolt under his feet, and then the view of the bridge was overwhelmed by the overwhelming artillery fire, and the Sirius's shield did not even succeed in activation, and then the back half of the ship was smashed, and the four groups of propulsion engines immediately stopped two groups, and the speed plummeted.

"Brisk!" Ma De, who was observing the battle situation, was so anxious that he was about to jump to his feet, "Transfer the holy ark immediately!" Immediately, immediately! ”

"I hear you, General!" Brisk, who was on the battleship Sirius, took one look at the rebels who were chasing and beating him in the back of his ass, and sighed, these annoying dogskin plasters!

"Viper, come and pick up the Holy Ark, the others, prepare to abandon the ship, Sloane, the last ÷ Pavilion business is handed over to you!"

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