"It did! We did it! Jimmy, who had witnessed this, was shouting in the gun bay at this time, and this time without Tim turning on the communication channel, the three of them could hear the screams of many crew members and gunners in the corridor.

"We survived?" Tim. Stanley asked Jimmy with his mouth open.

"Survived! Survived! Reinforcements have arrived, Tim, it looks like your virgin won't survive the day of death. Jimmy took off his glasses and laughed. But trust me...... It's better not to break it than to break it, at least then you're still a little cuter in my eyes. She suddenly straightened her face at Tim. Stanley preached, and the latter was just ignorant, and Tim had just accepted the reality of mortality, and now he had to reverse his mind, which was really hard for him.

……

"Do we need to join the attack?" At this time, in the command module of the Avabrennan, Sarah. Armstrong asked Fazzani.

"At this time?" Fazani glanced at Sarah with slanted eyes and shook her head in disgust. "Let's go crazy with those ticket players, we've done everything we need to do, and there's no need to prove anything."

He looked at Sarah with a frown, and added, "You need to keep your sense of mystery as much as possible, Your Excellency, after a battle, the initial feeling has faded away from me." He said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"Really?" Sarah looked at him.

"You mean you've seen through me? Your Excellency Chief of Staff. A charming smile suddenly appeared on her otherwise cold face.

At this time, behind the two of them, Nicole in front of the tactical table. Shaw's eyes were fixed on the stalemate of the battle, and she seemed to frown slightly when she heard Sarah's words.

……

Beams of light flew sideways, and clusters of flames continued to rise in the deep starry night.

A black viper swam like a snake, deftly dodging the ship and the wreckage, followed by a horde of Hothman airships.

"Mike. Petowski, we haven't seen each other in a while. At this moment, a voice came from the squadron channel that was uncomfortable with the Captain of Deathwings, and then there was a flicker in the eyes of the tactical helmet, and a faint, smiling face had been added to his image arrangement window without authorization.

Rich brown-blonde hair, blue eyes, and handsome cheeks.

Barno. Kinsey! Petowski naturally recognized the deputy captain of the Mandala Feather Regiment at a glance, but he wondered, how could Barno find the channel of the squad at once, and also break through the restrictions and forcibly weight? What a great skill! Petowski frowned and pouted at Barno.

"Hi, Golden Retriever......" he called out the insulting nickname he had given Barno in the past.

"It's true that dogs can't change their, Mike, are you the kind of person you have when you treat the heroes who came to save you?" Barno's eyes didn't seem to be focused on the screen, his head shaking slightly, as if he was engaged with an enemy.

At this time, more than a dozen Hoss airships chasing Petowinski were already turning back, and when the Crash King saw this, he immediately grabbed the viper, thinking about throwing himself back into battle.

The light and shadow flowed in front of him, and he saw that in the distance, on the battlefield where the two sides were fiercely attacking, hundreds of the latest Silver Alliance Shaloman fighters were constantly shooting out from the two support motherships of astonishing size, and as soon as they left the cabin, they immediately started a fight with the huge number of Hoss airships.

"Thank you for your kindness, Barno, I don't remember sending any requests for help." Petowski had already made up his mind at this time, and with a wave of his palm, he pulled the engine lever, and the viper under him sped like a dusty ride towards the center of the battlefield with fire.

"I'll admit that you did a good job today, I mean automatically ask Ying to blindly fight the meritorious memorial archway, and use half a fleet to drag the Walken people to destroy the stargate or something. And as for your squadron of feathered and winged fighters, come on, Mike, don't make me laugh, God knows what that stuff is. Barno looked at the camera in his helmet and smiled.

"Really? These words came from the mouth of a captain who had the best resources of the Silver Alliance Navy. Petowski squeezed a slight smile at Barno in his helmet. 500 feathers, 100 billion snowflakes of silver, under the seat of Shaloman, perennial library leisure. Doesn't that seem to be what you're talking about? ”

"Yo ho, you're going to envy us too? Mike, it's not authentic, my sister was begging you to join the gang wholeheartedly, but what was your attitude at that time? I'm afraid a feather warrior group can't hold your arrogance, right? Barno snorted.

"Okay, Golden Retriever, let's go to the sky, go to one side, don't mention the past, and ask for peace of mind." Petowski had already arrived at the battlefield at this time, and with a shake of his hand, a shower of brilliant flowers burst into rage in front of the viper's nose.

"Yo, it's back." The black viper stood out in the group of Saroman fighters, and the airship battle was mixed up, and it was actually seen by the sharp-eyed Barno.

The artillery fire reflected the red darkness, the beams of light pierced the void, and the Silver Alliance Navy was attacking the Warken warships, and between the rain of bullets and beams, hundreds of destroyers from both sides were chasing each other.

Blue shields, red flames, and a surging airspace filled with lethal missiles and high-powered beams.

Burning battleships, cracked mechs, and flowers of death are blooming everywhere.

The battle was stalemate, and the two sides were inseparable for a while, and although the Walkens were caught off guard by the sudden attack of the Silver Alliance Navy, they now did not need to interfere with the Star Gate, and they could devote themselves to it with all their might, burning all the beams towards their opponents.

The stargate was like a mist, and at this time it was once again flashing with a strange glow, and the second wave of Silver Alliance ships had already arrived, and as soon as they arrived, they immediately went into battle, pouring the raging artillery fire on the enemy ships without any scruples.

Immediately afterwards, in the third and fourth waves, the ships of the Silver Alliance gradually began to occupy a numerical advantage, and the firepower output that was already a cut above was increased again.

As a result, the Vulcans were finally a little irresistible, dense formation against dense formation, and the opponent was far ahead in number and firepower, even if their ships were strong, they could not withstand this unsurprising frontal attrition.

At this time, the dozen or so warships at the front of the Vulken battle formation that suffered more bombs were the first to taste the bitter fruit, they were broken through the shell by thousands of bullets, and they were riddled with holes, but they were still struggling to support. Around them, a number of smaller ships had begun to explode one after another under indirect artillery fire.