Combined with the calculus from the optical quantum radar, the various turrets along the side of the ship swept a fan-shaped projectile array stretching for dozens of kilometers towards the northern sky, and the friction light of the missile tail flame and the electromagnetic projectile tearing the airflow lit up the dim sky.

Some guided projectiles and precision strike missiles drew arc-shaped ballistics in the air, accompanied by a "whooshing" sound, and rushed straight towards the oncoming Viking fighter group.

In the face of dense artillery fire, the Viking fighter quickly rotated in the air, made difficult evasion maneuvers, and dived all the way to the mothership's take-off and landing platform.

There is no doubt that the first assault on this massive military fortress has been brewing for a long time, and the artillery fire in the sky is woven into a large net that not even a seabird can fly over.

If the Viking fighter group insisted on getting close to the mothership, it would inevitably pay a very heavy price, ranging from the destruction of half of Thailand to the total annihilation of the army.

You know that this is a space fortress, a military fortress, and you want to force it? There is only one dead end!

Indeed, if it were an ordinary group of fighters, the pilots would have been stupid by the artillery fire in the sky, and then lost the will to fight. Unfortunately, the Governor is facing a group of elite air combat, a fearless army formed to deal with the locust-like Zerg forces.

The flying phalanx of the Viking fighter group changed for a while, from the original V-shaped attack formation to a stacked wave rushing formation with very little row space.

A group of Viking fighters at the head of the line let go of radar interference, and after attracting most of the firepower, one pulled up, somersaulted, and quickly flew back with countless whistling artillery fire. The Viking fighters behind took advantage of this opportunity to accelerate and dive diagonally downward.

Another round of shelling came, and the second row of Viking fighters, after seducing countless artillery fire, followed the example of the forerunners, with the same trick with countless missiles and guided shells, pulled up a thousand meters and then departed.

This scene repeated several times in a row, and the remaining units of the Viking group got closer and closer to the mothership.

Aldrich looked at the scene on the screen that made people feel the urge to jump and scold his mother, and was stunned for a long time.

"Combat group, what about those electromagnetic railguns? Why not fire? ”

The officer in charge of the electromagnetic railgun array stumbled and said, "Big ...... The rotational speed of the large turret could not keep up with the orbiting speed of the enemy aircraft, and there was no way to lock on to the target. ”

"Bastard!" Aldrich smashed his fist on the armrest: "The other party is creating a breakthrough opportunity, and the tactical deduction team will replan the attack plan for me." ”

"Big ...... My lord, come on...... It was too late, they rushed over. A staff officer who is always following the situation of the battle said.

Aldrich looked up and saw that on the big screen, 20 enemy planes had broken through the fire blockade and approached the upper deck of the mothership.

"What are they going to do? Broken jars? Suicide attacks? "Seeing that the enemy planes had no intention of long-range missile bombardment at all, but did not stop, rushing straight to the deck, everyone on the bridge was stunned." Crazy, they must be crazy. ”

Seeing the Viking fighter swooping down, the crew who took off and landed and ran up was in a mess, some warehouse doors opened, and the fire-fighting vehicles were ready, just waiting for the suicide attack.

However, something happened to everyone's surprise, the enemy plane that should have plunged into the deck and crashed into a ball of flames suddenly braked, changed its size, and landed on the take-off and landing runway with a "bang".

Steel bipedals, Grimm cannon arms, cockpit for the head, shoulder missile launchers. Person...... Doll? Change...... Transforming fighters?

Some pilots and technicians stared blankly at the scene in front of them, this sudden change subverted their cognition, this is not the simple deformation of the heavy warriors, but the real transformation from the state of fighters to human form, from the state of air combat to the mode of land warfare, this complex change requires technical support that is simply beyond the reach of today's human technology.

This...... How is this possible!

Even the pilots of the "Thunder Wings" air and space fighters who were about to take off were stupid, and when they looked at those enemy planes and then at their own cars, their hearts suddenly felt sour.

"Bang bang bang bang ......" cannon sounded, the Green machine gun rotated rapidly, and the six 38MM caliber muzzles ** burst out of flames.

The shells hit the planes that were about to take off, leaving rows of horn-shaped craters on the surface.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

20 Viking fighters, 40 six-barreled Grimm cannons, and 10 burst missile launchers.

The flash of the cannon and the flying MT50 Lanzel Flying Mine set off a storm of fire on the entire deck, a large number of ground crew members were blown out by the cannons, scattered limbs and internal organs were distributed on the runway, and the air was filled with more disgusting blood and the stench of organs in addition to the smoke of gunpowder.

One after another, the "Thunder Wings" exploded and burst into flames, some were shot through the fuel tank, some were blown out of the thrusters, and some fled in a hurry with flames on their bodies, crashing headlong into other fighters and exploding into a ball of fire at the same time.

The explosion blew steel splinters in all directions, and the entire deck level was reduced to a sea of fire, screaming one after another, and the crowd of rats running on the runway with flashing warning lights.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Another 10 Viking fighters broke through the defensive net and landed on the taxiing deck, and instead of joining the Forerunners, they walked to the edge of the platform and poured the MT50 Lanzel Thunderbolt onto the electromagnetic railgun array.

Flames flew, shrapnel flew everywhere, and the fragile electromagnetic tracks of the railguns were distorted and deformed, and they lost their ability to attack one after another.

It's no less than rubbing salt in the wounds of a mothership, and as soon as the firepower is weakened, a few more Viking fighters pass through the barrage and land on the deck level, launching a bloody slaughter.

"What are you doing in a daze, order the internal defense team, and drive them out of the deck for me." Aldrich's roar echoed across the bridge.

As the order was issued, the special combat team responsible for the internal security of the mothership rushed to the deck with a large number of intelligent fighters.

The 50 Viking fighters were like arsonists who went berserk, leaving a scorched black place in their passes, and more than a dozen Viking fighters maintained a low-altitude cruising state, flying close to the deck, venting a large area of MT50 Lanzel Flying Thunder into the "Thunder Wings" air and space fighter group.

From Aldrich giving the order to attack to the Viking fighter landing on the deck to kill, from beginning to end, not a single "Thunder Wing" can take off, nine out of ten have caught fire and exploded, and a few are still intact, and the pilots have slipped away.

Nearly half of the 120 electromagnetic railguns were scrapped under the carpet bombardment of the MT50 Lanzel Flying Mine, and even the turrets and missile launch pads on the lower level were blown up beyond recognition.

When the special combat team and the fighters were raised from the elevator shaft to the deck, it was not the Viking fighters who "picked up the wind and washed the dust" for them, but the King Worm Brigade roaring through the sky. RS