In terms of the battle between the two sides' fighter boats, the Silver Alliance has an obvious advantage, a thousand Eagle Regiments have all attacked from the mothership, and the performance of the Saloman fighters is far superior to that of the Horsian airship, and they are operated by the elite of the Silver Alliance Navy.

Under the premise that the number is still less than half of the Horseman airships, the Silver Alliance destroyer can form a crushing momentum, a storm-like joint assault, a vigorous and resolute coordinated strangulation, and the silver Saloman is easily interspersed up and down in the enemy formation, left and right, using the powerful mobility of its small boat, so that its psychological number on the other side far exceeds the actual number, and produces a sense of powerlessness that cannot be matched with it.

It's worthy of the feather group brought out by that proud woman...... Seeing the strength of this long-hidden team, Petowski couldn't help but sigh. At this time, even I have to admit in my heart that this ace team, which is known as the number one in the world, is not in vain.

This set is made up of the unborn genius Steve. The technical and combat system established by Kinsey is indeed impeccable, it integrates all technical and tactical concepts into a single place, integrating fighter performance, pilot quality, teamwork and psychological offensive all in one place. It is impeccable in both theory and practicality, and it is truly breathtaking.

But admiration is admiration, admiration is admiration, and Petowski hated this tactic in his heart, even if he used to laugh at its impracticality, but now he finally saw that it actually worked efficiently and practically.

He didn't like it anyway, not at all.

Exquisite artwork, gorgeous waltzes, brilliant symphonies, but ...... The marks of polishing are too heavy......

This alone made Petowski scoff at it, and because of it, Steve Brown. Kinsey's personal invitation smiled and declined.

He didn't want to go to this damn group ballet rehearsal, to be a fine screw in this vast and perfect war machine, no matter how efficient and safe it was, to win every battle, to preserve himself, to survive, to accumulate merit......

He would rather drive the black viper to fly freely in the rain of bullets, with courage and self-confidence, calmness and sacrifice, in exchange for the right to survive again and again, and finally disappear into the vast stars, becoming a trace of the eternal fog.

But perhaps it is this idea of freedom that makes those cute little ones die for it......

This sudden thought jumped out of his mind and made Petowski's heart ache. His movements froze, and the viper's momentum slowed down for a moment.

Several of the surrounding Hoss airships saw the bargain, gathered and outflanked him, and fired kinetic light bullets at him, Petowski only felt short of breath at the moment, like the paralysis of alcohol, the discomfort after a hangover, he felt that the self-confidence that had supported him for a long time suddenly disappeared again without a trace, he gestured in a panic, in the face of the attacking ball of light, he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, instinct and muscle memory immediately took over his stiff body, and the viper dodged the missiles in the volley's spin, and Petowski was already in a cold sweat.

The electric cannon flickered strangely, the Stinger missile slashed through a moving curve, and several puffs of fire erupted behind him, and the Hoss skiff exploded, and then several Sharomans flew by in front of Petowski's eyes.

"Are you dreaming? Mike? "Barno. Kinsey looked at the camera strangely in the channel. "If you don't think you're heroic enough to sacrifice your life here, I assure you, this is not the place to make any statues."

The Saloman fighters who saved Petowinski had once again broken into the group of Hoss airships in front of them, rushing left and right, as if they were in a no-man's land.

That's enough! Petrovisky roared at himself in his heart.

That's enough...... He sighed and stressed to himself again.

Looking at the battlefield, he saw the muddy flames in front of him, the wreckage floating in the void, the fighters chasing each other not far away, and the large ships with gusts of artillery fire and flickering light in the distance.

He just felt that everything was enough.

At this moment, almost instantly, the Hoss airships, which were in a fierce confrontation with the Feathered Warriors, suddenly turned en masse and accelerated in the direction of the Vulken battleship.

There was jubilation in the regional channels, and the pilots of the First Fleet shouted wildly, all excited about the rout of the Hoths.

"These cowards!"

"The lizardmen are scared, haha!"

"They're on the run!"

"How can they succeed!"

In addition to destroying the backward Hothian airships one by one, they also bit their tails and used electric cannons and 'Stinger' missiles to kill many Hothman airships with the suffix of the array.

At this moment, a bright light weaved in front of him, and the stabbing Petowski could barely open his eyes in his helmet, he did not pursue the enemy like the Feathered Soldiers, and the viper hung alone in the wreckage of the battlefield. He quickly adjusted the filter, only to find that the light source was so intense that it came from the Walken fleet.

"Get out of the way!" Petowski's voice roared in the regional channel.

But by the time everyone understood what he meant, it was too late, and the high-energy beams that had gathered into a column were caught off guard by the Yushi Regiment's destroyers, accurately hitting the densest of them, causing dozens of Shalomans to vaporize directly, and there was no trace of them, as if they were taken to another dimension by the pillar of light.

The beam of light was so powerful that even the airship that it had just grazed was so powerful that the surviving pilots had to jet their seats and abandon their planes to escape.

"All of them spread out! Perform Standard Procedure No. 7! At this moment, Petowski heard a woman in the channel calmly giving an order. Kinsey, the first fall king, the pride of the Silver Alliance Navy, the soul of the Mandala Feather Regiment.

After her order was given, the Shaloman fighter flew away in all directions like an exploding ant colony. A few seconds later, in the Vulcan's group of warships, dozens of beams of light that were the same as before instantly lit up the night sky. In order to enable the Hoss airship to board the ship smoothly, the Warken battleship completely gave up the attack on the Silver Alliance ships, and instead gathered thousands of high-energy beams to attack the Silver Alliance destroyers in pursuit.

Steve. Kinsey's order was undoubtedly accurate and timely, the hundreds of small boats of the Feather Warrior Regiment were scattered and disorderly, and the other side could no longer take advantage of the other side, and this round of beam attacks on a larger scale than before was almost ineffective, only one hapless Shaloman was hit and vaporized, and the rest of the members were unharmed.

But at this time, at the gathering place of the Walken ships in the distance, the Hothman airships have begun to return to the mothership one after another, and the Walken fleet is under the fire of the seven fleets of the Silver Alliance in front of the Star Gate, and after the containment of the boats is completed, they all begin to deflect and move.

After that, the jumping engines of all their ships warmed up, and then, as the Silver Alliance fleet watched, the entire vast fleet of Vulcans vanished into a mess as a shining star near the direction of a distant star.