The Tiger Shark-class destroyer has two strings, and a total of 6 220mm railguns shoot out a series of charged black mangs into the distant sky, as well as various types of missiles and flying mines such as "Stingers" and "Silver Needles". The Angler-class and long-fin shark-class frigates have also liberated all their weapon systems, including 160mm railguns, close-fire guns, speed guns, and even jamming bombs and EMP bombs, which have been put into the battlefield one after another.

At this time, other patrol detachments swam from both wings, and the strings and guns in the bow of the ship slowly turned, shooting rows of projectiles towards the large number of living ships flying out of the shadow of the starport. Vertical missile launch systems and multi-purpose missile launchers flickered with fire, accompanied by large clouds of smoke, and hundreds of missile meteors flew towards the swarm like a moon.

There is no greeting, no negotiation, no mouth cannon, in the face of those deep space aliens that do not belong to the category of human weapons at first glance, the first strike is strong, and the second attack suffers, who hesitates who s.b.

After a tough battle just now, the remaining ships of the Lector Navy are less than 280, and large ships such as whale shark-class battleships and White Shark-class cruisers cannot be freed up, and the remaining 220-odd medium- and small-sized ships include not only reconnaissance ships, electronic ships, combat support ships, interceptor ships, and other ships with weak combat effectiveness, but also some non-combative ships such as logistics supply ships, engineering ships, and cargo ships, and only 200 ships that can truly form combat effectiveness.

Who would hesitate in the face of thousands of deep-space aliens? Who would dare to hesitate?

Nine patrol detachments formed a firepower base around the star harbor, and all kinds of artillery fire and ballistics expanded into colorful rivers of light in the air, and every bombardment of cannons, every lift of missiles, and every explosion of jamming bombs painted a piece of death paint on the originally silent void.

The long river is in the sky, and the bullets are gathered. Hypervelocity projectiles generally fall into the insect tide. And the missiles, pulling long smoke trails, tumbling all the way straight at the larger Corruptors.

In the open cosmic environment, the range and power of the cannon are the key to determining the outcome of a battle, and whoever has a longer range, better accuracy, and stronger destructive power will be the closest to victory. The insect tide hasn't attacked yet. The government navy then came with a large-scale saturation attack.

The flashes continued, the explosions continued one after another, and on the other side of the line, the core of the insect tide bloomed with large clusters of sparks, and the massive damage fragments expanded to the surroundings with red light and gunsmoke, and the displays of each ship kept flashing one after another, reflecting the faces of commanders, fighters and staff at all levels.

In the face of an attack of this scale, the loss of the insect tide must be not small. If the opponent is a destroyer battle group of the same class and number, if you are lucky. Enough to sink and cripple dozens of ships. If you are unlucky, you can at least incapacitate a dozen or twenty ships of your opponent.

The waves of insects that came over looked like just some hideous-looking creatures in deep space, the largest of which was only more than 40 meters in size, and unless their skin was harder than the armor of a battleship, it would never be possible to curry favor with the onslaught of the sky.

"Hahahaha, boom, boom. Blasting them up and making a pot of broth to drink. "Some neurotic gunner shouted. You must know that in the past, most naval ships carried out some patrol and escort missions, how could they be like now, open their minds, fight at will, and bomb at will. Only in such moments. Only the gunners can feel their own savings, fighting a war is like drinking spirits, and only with a big bowl can they be called heroes.

A soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a gunner who does not want to bomb an enemy ship to pieces is not a good gunner.

"How. The result? A liaison officer finished the work at hand, turned his head to look at the big screen, and then, his mouth opened wider and wider, and he could stuff two steamed buns for 1 yuan.

"I'm dreaming." He patted his face, and his strength grew from small to large, until his mouth twitched and his cheeks were hot and painful, and then he reacted.

Don't bring such a playful ...... There is no less, how many are there at the beginning, and how many are still now, the 220mm projectile that can make a hole in the shell of the cruiser passes through the alien body, only bringing a spot of light, and then, what was it doing just now, and what is it still doing.

Illusions, illusions that can hide from ship-based radars, and flying insects in the sky are all fucking illusions!

Some people began to scratch their scalps, some buttoned their crotches, and some people had facial expressions as if they had a stroke, and they were busy working with more than 200 warships for most of the day, and all the soldiers of the patrol team were scared, just like the death row prisoners on the court, they were almost not scared to pee their pants, and they were actually deceived by a large number of false creatures illusioned by holographic projection technology.

The captain of the reconnaissance ship, who had retreated to the back of the group, bent down and picked up the pipe on the ground, "Let's da, let's da" took two puffs, turned his head to look at the screen screen, "Hey, where is that Starlink III shuttle?" ”

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Just as the 9 patrol detachments were all assembled on the sunny side of the starport, stumbling to the insect tide conjured up by the mechanical sentinels, 6 Whale Shark-class battleships and 32 White Shark-class cruisers began to restrain their carrier-based vehicles under the orders of Illiktra, preparing for the upcoming battle.

The "Thunder Wings" fighter squadrons also dispatched 70 percent of their fighters to form joint combat teams to deal with the upcoming hand-to-hand combat.

According to the enemy's intelligence sent by the reconnaissance ships in front, those 12-meter-long, ribbed-winged alien maneuverability is very high, and attacking with naval guns is a bit of a big cannon to hit flies, and only the air and space fighters, which are also small combat units, can compete with them.

Thousands of deep space aliens, such news really frightened Illiktra, he thought about the possible emergency, and decided that those people in the starport would not sit still, but ...... But the thousands of deep space creatures that can survive in the cosmic environment really surprised him.

If these creatures are the combat weapons of the rebels, the living battleship raised by the Tang Fang, then ...... This...... It's definitely a trap. According to the intelligence information provided by the Lector Army, the three eyeworms that appeared in the sky above the research institute in the northern suburbs were able to create an electromagnetic shelter area of up to 100 kilometers, and could also evade mechanical/electronic/lidar scanning, and even quantum radar could not lock on for a long time.

It can be seen from this that the rebels not only possess mechanical troops that far surpass the Empire's technology, but also have the ability to domesticate aliens. Could this sudden insect tide be the ghost of that kid from Tang Fang? If so, what?

Not only is Sigma a trap, but Silbes is also a trap! His purpose was to disperse the forces of the Rector Navy.

Thousands of deep-space aliens. How did he get it? Just 3 eyeworms made the army anxious, not to mention the insect tide army flying on the back side of the starport.

Tang Fang...... Tang Fang...... This is a nouveau riche who got lucky enough to get the ruins of the Epsilon Dragon, a despicable and shameless cheater, Bugman!

The landing operation on Starport was just halfway through, and he didn't want to bite the gold halfway, and Illiktra was speechless. It's helpless again, but in the face of thousands of deep space aliens, what can be done? Stronger than a human, he had no choice but to order all ships to recover the aircraft, and at the same time assemble the "Thunder Wings" to confront the approaching insect tide.

"You Tang Fang have a backhand, playing ambush tactics, is my big Lector Navy worse than you? They all have one head and one gun, and no one has three heads and six arms. In terms of strategy, in terms of intelligence, you have a good plan, and I have a wall ladder. ”

Illiktra had just finished comforting himself here, and was about to give the battle order, when the commander of the patrol over there sent the latest information.

Illusions, illusions, and the deep space aliens on the back side of the starport are all illusions......

Will Coster clutched his scalp desperately. There are not a few hairs on the half-bald head, which is good. To add insult to injury.

Illiktra wants to cry again, wants to scold, and is a little helpless, where is that kid singing? What is it like to make a bunch of illusions come out? Don't you think you can scare yourself off? Or is it ......

Although the situation is unpredictable, there are many twists and turns, but. As a veteran of the Navy, Illiktra's superior instincts told him that things wouldn't be that simple. If what happened to Sigma and Sylbes was a trap laid by that kid, then the Navy's reaction must have been within his calculations.

The insect tide is on the sunny side of the starport. When the patrol went to meet the attack, the defenses on the sunny side were bound to weaken, and the battleships and cruisers were transporting troops and equipment to the cargo docks, and the personnel on board were inevitably distracted......

"Oh no, he's playing tricks away from the mountains." Thinking of this, Illiktra's face changed drastically, and he cursed secretly, "Damn little bastard." He immediately turned his head and ordered: "Sue Sù Wilmot and the others, abandon the established mission, and immediately change the combat posture." ”

Illiktra's brain wasn't slow, but ...... The Don side moves faster!

Before the herald could come to his senses, directly below the Sylbes Starport, there was a blind spot for observation because of the change in the defensive formation. The five eyeworms were in front, a large number of corrupters and king insects were behind, and the swarms of flying dragons were like several whirlwinds, flapping their wings vigorously and swaying upward.

In addition, there are more than 70 Viking fighters, 15 Iron Crows, and 10 medical transport planes to form a mixed force, like a flaming lava gushing out from the ground, quickly approaching the chaotic formation of ships on the sunny side of Sylbes Starport.

Under the dual interference of eyeworms and iron crows, unless the power is increased to the maximum and targeted fixed-point scanning is carried out, even the ship-based optical quantum radar will never be able to find a mixed force of humans and insects from a distance of 100 kilometers.

It wasn't until the fastest Wyvern and Viking fighters approached the starport 50 km that the sensing system of the combat support ship discovered a trace of abnormality, activated laser, quantum, pulse radar, etc. to conduct fixed-point, multi-mode, and in-depth scanning, and then used high-powered optical probes to capture abnormal images, and counted the number, size, and distribution of suspicious targets, packaged them into an information stream, and summarized them to the "Pluto" war intelligence department.

50km, for a Viking fighter with a limit speed of 20 times the speed of sound, it can fly several times a minute, and as for the Wyvern, if it is a short-range sprint, its explosive power is stronger than that of Viking fighters.

So, the battlefield was chaotic, all chaotic.

Battleships and cruisers received orders from Illiktra to begin to close their belly compartments, shifting from the mode of handling materials to the mode of combat, and non-combat units such as engineering ships and cargo tugboats fled in a swarm towards the battlefield.

There was also some disturbance in the more than 500 "Thunder Wings", and seventy percent of the fighters originally drawn to support the patrol could only turn around, activate the emergency formation, and wrap towards the Viking fighters and the Wyvern group below.

The number of Viking fighters is only 80 at full capacity, and the Wyvern is even less, only 30, as an air combat unit of similar size. The 5:1 ratio is definitely an insurmountable chasm. However, Illiktra's psychological expectations were not high, and he only hoped that the 500 "Thunder Wings" would be able to hold back the rebels' vanguard until the battleships and cruisers were ready and the patrol ships returned to their positions.

After the failure of the Lector government's "knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger" operation. Illiktra by Captain Salmu? bin Laden got a lot of combat information in his hands, thinking that the "Thunder Wings" had an overwhelming number of 3:1 and a large number of missiles to help, so they were still hit on the head by the opponent's fighters, so what about the current 5:1? If you can hold them off for a while, you will burn high incense.

Indeed, large ships such as Whale Shark-class battleships and White Shark-class cruisers have very thick armor, that is, explosion-proof, heat-resistant and cold-resistant, as well as anti-radiation paint and shielding sandwiches, unless ordinary fighters carry high-power missiles. Otherwise, it will be difficult to break through the battleship defenses. However, the opponent's combat units have always been unable to take common sense.

Besides, the armor is thicker, and components such as turrets, missile/mine launchers, radar antennas, and communication system peripherals can not be protected by thick armor, and will be invalid and paralyzed when attacked by high-explosive weapons, affecting the combat performance of the warship.

As long as you hold your opponent for 5 minutes, not 3 minutes, 3 minutes.

As the flagship of the Navy, the Pluto slowly moved to the rear of the battlefield under the escort of more than a dozen warships. 500 "Thunder Wings" are like a swarm of bees that smell the fragrance of flowers. Circles of blue light spread out behind it, getting closer and closer to the mixed force of Viking fighters and wyverns.

It's just a few breaths. The two sides have entered the distance of hand-to-hand combat. The flames flashed wildly under the wings of the "Thunder Wings", a large number of missiles swarmed out, and a large amount of smoke expanded out, intertwining with a curtain of blue light.

Nearly 500 "Thunder Wings". As many as a thousand missiles were put into service at one time, and the entire battlefield was almost filled with missiles.

This time, the Viking didn't show off its elaborate combat skills. Instead, the 15 iron crows below were like seedlings breaking out of the ground, facing the rain of missiles falling overhead, and continuously shot out 15 fixed-point defensive target aircraft.

These fixed-point target planes, which are small in size and look like satellites that have shrunk countless times from a distance, arrive at the designated position. The core rotated rapidly, and a series of crimson high-energy laser beams shot out, continuously detonating the rapidly approaching missiles within the range of action.

The intense explosion was like the extreme fire of a Gatling cannon, and the flames were like a continuous and rapidly blooming bouquet of flowers, connecting in the air. Nearly 1,000 missiles were intercepted by 15 fixed-point defense target planes, and nearly 7 percent were lost. Of the remaining 3 percent, some were blown up by Viking 40mm Gatling guns, but many more were destroyed by the blade worms fired by the Wyvern.

The blade worm shot by the Wyvern has a certain perceptual ability, and it is able to catapult between targets that are not far apart, because the number of "Thunder Wings" is large, and an average of 10 missiles attack a target, which gives the Wyvern an opportunity.

There were nearly 1,000 missiles, and there was no result in this round of intensive bombardment, and the commanders of the various combat groups were blue-faced, and they were about to give the order for a second round of strikes, when suddenly, a medical transport plane broke away from the ranks of 40 corrupters and plunged headlong into the battlefield.

This is a confrontation between fighters and fighters, a duel between knights and knights, what are you involved in a transport plane without weapons?

An exclamation point came out of the hearts of all the pilots of the "Thunder Wings" fighters, looking for death! It's pure death!

The safety bolt has been opened, and with the press of the launch button, the transport plane that recklessly broke into the battlefield will be blown into a pile of rags. But just as they stared coldly at the silver white, ready to drop the second batch of missiles, the cabin door of the transport plane opened, and the three men wearing blue cloaks, gray brains and TM turtles. The head of the Golden Armor will appear on a display connected to an external sensor.

Then, they raised their hands, blue light flashed in their eyes, the originally calm void was like a violent beast that woke up in an instant, a large number of blue lightning tsunamis swept through the void for several kilometers, the flash of the psionic storm lit up the eyes of all the "Thunder Wings" pilots, the powerful lightning storm instantly overflowed, the sensitive elements of the fighter burst out, the nuclear reactor went berserk, the flames gushed out under the powerful thrust, and the detonation wave tore the fighter to pieces.

There was no loud roar, no violent winds, and under the influence of this storm ball with a diameter of 3 kilometers, 140 "Thunder Wings" were instantly annihilated in the blue light.

Gone...... 140 air-space fighters are gone...... In a short moment, it turned into garbage flying around in the void. Those guys on the transport plane, what the hell are they.

The psionic storm released by the 3 high-level Templars directly destroyed the will to fight of the "Thunder Wings" pilot, and the lightning storm with a diameter of 3 kilometers, the "Thunder Wings", which can fight in thunderstorm weather, was actually torn to pieces by that cloud of blue, this is the cosmic void, there are no rain clouds, no electric charge, how can there be a lightning storm! There is only one explanation for the phenomenon in front of us, the humanoid creature that is more than 2 meters tall has a very large amount of energy stored in its body.

This battle cannot be fought, it cannot be fought. Support ships that can intercept missiles, deep-space aliens who are not afraid of the cosmic environment, and gold-armored generals who have hundreds of fighters wiped out in the blink of an eye...... Where is this war, it is simply sent to death! (To be continued......) R752