"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Rutherf had a perfect hyperboloid flip, beautifully dodging two interlocking chains of energy light, the most complex and already beautiful action in the flight of this space fighter, completed in his hands like a cloud of peers, although there was no substantive communication, but he could feel that even the space fighter of the expeditionary force had a slight delay for his difficult and beautiful action, but Rutsef still did not feel the slightest sense of complacency, but felt that the anger was about to explode himself.

The space fighter on the left was grazed by the energy cannon fire, although it was not a frontal hit, but it was already a big reduction in the brightness of the energy shield, and now it has begun to do the action of returning home and flying back, preparing to return to the base for maintenance.

Faced with several rounds of blows, all the fighters of the space fighters of the counterinsurgency army basically gave up the intention of staying on the battlefield to fight back against the opponent, and once they were hit, even if it was only a drop in energy reading, they all chose to return directly.

Although the logistical and technical officers in the base did not issue an order to return out of consideration for complying with the regulations of the battlefield, they all opened the door to the convenience of this kind of space fighter that returned after being hit, and completely ignored what met the standards or not, completely devoid of Rutherf's original impression of only talking about the regulations and the old-fashioned stubbornness, and made a judgment that all the returning space fighters were seriously damaged and no longer suitable to return to the battlefield in a short period of time.

Ruther knew that this was the only way for the logistics technicians in the base to silently protest against the orders issued by the senior generals of the counterinsurgency command in the H291 galaxy, and this was the only bright spot that Luther felt in the darkest of gloom. Although this bright color seemed to Rutherf to be stained with blood from the inside out.

In the first few rounds of the expeditionary force's blows, more than ten brothers were already exploded into fireballs as far as Rutherff's line of sight could see. There was even one that was ejected through the escape system in time, but it was still torn into a cloud of blood mist directly in space by the aftermath and fragments of the explosion.

At that time, Rutseff's eyes were already open to tear their sockets in the blood-colored mist, and two wisps of blood flowed directly.

That was the only Tullepen in the entire counterinsurgency space fighter flight team who liked to compete with him in flight tactical skills, although Luther had always disliked Tullebon's insolence, but he should never die in such a humiliating death, and he should never die in the most insulting tactics used by the enemy, "roll call".

Those damn expeditionary forces have even given up all evasive moves, all tactical requirements, that is, they are fighting and chasing as moving targets in the game.

Everyone knows that there is no way to fight this war, and those cowards in the command, no, or there are planetary traitors mixed in it, have completely abandoned the counterinsurgency.

No, it's not just giving up, they're simply betraying the counterinsurgency.

This kind of order to defend in place without fighting, at peace, or without leaving, even anyone who has never been on the battlefield knows that it is a battle order that should not be here at all.

The C13 piloted by Rutseff as an ace fighter has always been at the forefront of the entire array, and after knowing the almost playful mentality of the expeditionary force, he also took the initiative to use his superb piloting skills to try his best to attract the opponent's firepower. Although his evasive maneuvers were textbook-perfect, he was still hit by the energy cannon of the expeditionary force space fighters, and now the energy reading of the entire energy shield has dropped to less than a quarter, and now more and more expeditionary force space fighters are targeting him. According to the current situation on the battlefield, he can and should fly back to the base to carry out repairs, or at least move his position back a little. But Rutherf didn't.

He doesn't want to, he doesn't want to!

Since he started his first practice flight battle, he shot down a giant snake star space fighter in actual combat, and until now, he has never seen his comrades next to him being shot down by such a name, but he can't fight back at all.

So even until now, he has been thinking about getting it back, until now, the energy cannon of his C13 ace space fighter is still full of energy, as long as a button can be launched, it will definitely be able to burn these expeditionary force space fighters in front of him with incomparable malice and ridicule, and even without any tactical precautions.

"The enemy is in the range of the near defense, the enemy is in the range of the near defense", although he knew that there was basically no hope, Rutseff cried out into the communication channel with the last glimmer of hope: "Ask for a return shot, ask for a return shot!" ”

However, it was the cold electronic synthesis voice that responded to him: "Continue to defend in place and unfold the unspacing array, continue to defend in situ and unfold the unscavenging array, over!" ”

"Son of a bitch!" If it weren't for the last sanity of a soldier that restrained him, Lutherf would have wanted to press the firing button of the energy cannon desperately.

Whether it was the fighters that were doing a high-potential maneuver not far away, or the few that were about to break S and pull back, Rutherf was sure to lock them in at the first time and give them a decisive blow.

Not to mention that the plane flew a little crookedly, and it seemed that it was a little uncontrollable to crash into the ...... towards itself.

"Huh?" Ruther's eyes widened suddenly, and it suddenly dawned on him that this seemed like a rare opportunity.

He had already begun to pay attention to this obviously somewhat different space fighter just now, and many tactical movements were obviously not standard when flying, that is, they simply reached the standard of being able to fly, and even the energy shield was not too stable along the way. And the trip just now had obviously entered the attack distance, but among all the space fighters of the expeditionary force, only this one did not fire the energy cannon at all, because this space fighter did not even open the energy cannon energy storage along the way!

Although in this short distance, the operation technology of this space fighter has obviously improved by a whole level, but with Rutherf's experience, it can still be clearly judged that this is basically a novice who has not driven a space fighter much, at most a very talented novice.

And such a discovery made Ruther almost angry, even such a novice who can't even fire an energy cannon, do those guys from the expeditionary force really regard this as a game, treating their own people as pigs and sheep to be slaughtered?

But now watching the space fighter fly closer and closer, Rutseff was inexplicably a little excited.

Looking at this posture, could it be that this novice has finally gotten rid of it, and this space fighter is out of control?

The group of planetary traitors in the military department forbade us to take the initiative to counterattack, but we can't even take defensive measures when this kind of opponent's space fighter is obviously about to collide.

What's more, the kid on the other side doesn't seem to even have the energy shield turned on properly, even if it is a collision, Rutherf feels that with his own skills, he can get rid of that kid's space fighter!

Mixed with anger, anticipation, and mixed emotions that he didn't know what it was, Rutsef himself didn't feel a twisted and hideous expression on his face, he only knew that his fingers had gradually moved above the launch button, and his eyes were fixed on the space fighter outside the porthole, which could already be positioned without relying on radar, and was visibly getting closer and closer to the naked eye.

Getting closer!

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