The cold wind in the dark night sky whirred, and the wind and sand whirred, seemed to want to completely wind and smooth out the already shattered city little by little.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting darker and darker, and there is not a single starlight or moonlight in sight, as if to indicate that the fate of mankind is about to reach an irreparable end. The satellites have long since been completely destroyed and turned into a pile of space junk floating outside the Earth. Radar is the only one that serves as an early warning, and adults, the elderly, and children, blacks, whites, yellows, and mixed-race people are all watching it without blinking.

Suddenly they beeped, indicating that the enemy was attacking in their direction, and everyone present shuddered, it was the prelude to war, and this war was probably the last war of mankind, and the moment that should have come would come after all. There were no tears, no farewells, no prayers, and people seemed to know that disaster was coming, just waiting for God to surrender his mercy and mercy to others.

Gordon, surnamed Gordon, thirty-three years old, was the highest commander in the group, standing in front of all the warriors, and seeing the faces of despair and resentment, waiting for his order, he was so excited that he had to say something to inspire the army: Sons of the North, my brothers! I see in your eyes that you are as terrified as I am. Perhaps one day, humanity will shrink and become cowardly, abandon friends, and cut off friendships, but this will never be the case today. Maybe one day, the jackals will break through the human city, and the human race will be exterminated, but this will not be the case today! Today we are fighting to the death! In the name of all that you hold dear, I command you to resist the enemy, the last warriors of mankind!

All the warriors were enthusiastic and fierce after this stirring speech, they shouted, laughed and cursed, and then immediately went into battle.

Red light flashed, and the last hundred or so star fighters on the earth took off vertically from the airfield on the edge of the ruins of the city within a minute, lined up in five arrays in the air, and flew heroically and resolutely to the south under the leadership of Commander Gordon, preparing to meet the enemy in the south, the Yunxiao Kingdom.

They shouted slogans: Destroy the Kingdom of the Clouds and liberate the whole world.

Before he could fly out for half a minute, Gordon met the enemy's humanoid mecha in the sky over the city, each of these mecha was fifteen meters tall, the whole body was red, the body was well-proportioned, the body was agile, the movements were coordinated, and the body carried assault rifles, missile clusters, shields, daggers and cannons, and some even carried giant maces and machetes, which looked murderous and destructive.

There are not many enemies, and we annihilate them in one fell swoop. Gordon's wingman said excitedly.

Seeing that the number of enemies was only about thirty, Gordon's mood seemed to be excited, but reason told him that he must not be underestimated, his former commander had died in the last battle with a huge disparity. At that time, the enemy only dispatched more than 50 humanoid mechas, while its own side dispatched nearly 200 star call fighters, but the result was that the entire army was completely defeated, and the enemy's humanoid mechs only lost about ten.

Therefore, no matter how many enemy mechs he saw, Gordon's heart would never dare to slack off, and all the fighters in this battle were holding the heart of death.

Gordon shouted: Do not take the enemy lightly, do not take the enemy lightly.

Before he could finish his words, he heard a scream, and a wingman was hit in the nose by the assault rifle of the opponent's mecha at three o'clock, and fell headlong, crashing into the dilapidated high-rise building of the abandoned city of mankind.

All the fighters almost gritted their teeth and pressed their fingers on the launch button desperately, as if as long as they finished 100 million bullets, even life and death were at the expense of life.

The night sky is filled with light of various colors, intertwined into a beautiful skynet, and if you don't know that it is a brutal war, you can really watch it as a grand fireworks display.

For this moment, they have been simulating training on the simulator hundreds of times, and the flying skills are all achieved under the inhumane devil training. They flew up and down, rushed left and right, and engaged in fierce aerial combat with the enemy's mechs, whirling around with all their might, roaring with all their might, and in an instant Gordon seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

However, it didn't take long for them to discover that their own training on simulators and the real combat tactics of the enemy were simply not comparable.

Gordon and several comrades-in-arms bit a mecha with an axe in their left hand, and kept using frontal attacks to attract firepower, cannonballs were overwhelming, and there were fighters waiting for the opportunity to attack the key points behind the back, but no matter how they tried, the mecha was invincible, and often cooperated with other mecha that were also entangled to an unexpected stroke of genius.

Gordon suddenly realized that they were not facing a team of mechas, not just more than thirty humanoid mechas, but one person seemed to be operating them at the same time, weaving an impenetrable humanoid mecha firepower network with the precision of the same heart. In such a situation of disparity in strength, the sum of the combat effectiveness of more than 30 humanoid mecha is like the combat power brought by the gradient of 30, and it actually divides and surrounds more than 100 star-called fighters, firmly controlling the development of the battle situation, so that all star-called fighters can only be tired of coping, which is definitely a miracle in human military history!

Maybe you're dealing with a mecha, attacking each other, dodging each other, but the other party will shoot in a direction he doesn't care about, hitting a comrade's plane, or maybe another distant enemy suddenly asks his comrade's entanglement to suddenly throw a cold arrow at himself and destroy himself. Each mecha seemed to know what the other thirty or so mechs saw, and they cooperated with each other seamlessly, needles could not be inserted, water could not be splashed, no matter how Gordon and his comrades attacked, they were always suppressed by the place, while the enemy seemed unhurried, not arrogant or impatient. They seem to share information quickly and so quickly that it is transmitted and shared so widely that it is stunned and jaw-dropping.

After a star fighter plane was hit and bruised, it continued to fight with residual combat effectiveness, but it didn't even have time to pierce the eyes, and several humanoid mecha around it would find the right time and shoot at the fighter without looking back, immediately shattering the fighter to pieces and completely losing its combat effectiveness.

When a few Star Call Fighters make a slight progress in their assault and occasionally hit the humanoid mech, it seems that all the surrounding mechs can immediately find an opportunity to launch at the Star Call Fighter, which can not only successfully cover their teammates, but also shoot down the fighter together.

Moreover, these mecha have the form of a human, and when they wield their limbs, they also play the role of hand-to-hand combat, and the fighters are all divided into two under a single blow. However, the fighter plane has no other attack ability except to fire ammunition, and once it is close to the enemy plane, it is easy to be punched and kicked by the opponent, and there is no fairness at all.