Facing the darkness, he will merge into the stars.

But at this moment, another force suddenly erupted within him, and it seemed to come without warning, but it was so surging that his heart beat violently, as if it was about to penetrate his chest.

That's his desire to survive, that's the rest of his life is still full of nostalgia, he is unwilling, and he still has reluctance to leave the world.

Death is death, what can you fear? He was puzzled and tried to soothe his heart.

But is it just like that? Is it just like that? But his heart was questioning him, holding him back, mocking him.

The desire to survive was like a raging flood, inexorably washing away his will to give up, and at that moment, Petowski smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that at the end of this life's journey, he could not betray his heart.

He hated and hated it, because of the unwillingness before he died, for the heart that showed weakness to the world, he couldn't restrain himself.

There is no gap in light and shadow, and in the face of the danger of death, the desire to survive obviously cannot save him, it takes a miracle.

He laughed heartily and mocked his cowardice.

A pillar of light was emerging from the curtain of light, heading at his viper, the surrounding bullets blocking all angles of his face, and Petowski smiled miserably, slowly closing his eyes, waiting for the beam to penetrate and melt the body, turning himself into a puff of dust.

But soon he found that nothing had happened, and when he opened his eyes, he was still sitting in the driver's seat of the Viper, and he saw that right in front of him, a silver-white destroyer of the Silver Alliance suddenly appeared, and it was surrounded by many lights and shadows that had been attacking Petowyski. It used its wide hull to block the enemy's onslaught, and its blue shield to withstand the deadly missiles.

What a nosy nasty! Petowski couldn't help but curse in his heart.

At this point, in his tactical helmet screen, a line is displayed that locks the text he sent in the fleet channel.

Miracle: Captain, traffic jams, please be safe. There is also a smiley face in the back.

It's Daniel. Woodford! Petowski immediately understood who had saved his life, a volunteer veteran known as 'Good Luck' and a member of the 'Wings of Death' who had been with him since Folkus.

He hurriedly turned on the communicator, and sure enough, the Miracle had already sent him a ** request, and Petowski was able to connect with the destroyer commander while operating the Viper through the enemy's artillery fire.

"Captain, are you in trouble?" Daniel. Major Forde had a smile on his face, he was nearly middle-aged, about the same age as Petrovisky, he was of ordinary appearance, of average stature, and looked unremarkable.

"You're always haunted, Daniel." For the veteran players who have been with him for many years, Petowski is not polite at all, he speaks in a relaxed tone, and rolls his eyes at each other on the screen.

With the cover of the Miracle, Petowski was quickly freed from the tracking and locking of many Hoss airships, and the black Viper came back to life in the gap between the enemy and the enemy ships.

"Daniel, I haven't seen you for a while, but you're really back to your old post, I didn't believe it when Mary told me at that time, I thought you liked to fly alone." Petowski, who escaped alive, immediately began to tease Fudd.

In the Grim Reaper's Wings Squad, either during the Volunteer Army, or in Furran. As the captain of the cadet team at the base of the Chase simulation, Petowski was able to call everyone by name and knew almost everyone's personality.

But to this Daniel. Forde, Petowski has never been sure.

As a volunteer warship commander, Daniel unexpectedly took the initiative to sign up for Wings of Death when it was first built. Having no experience piloting a single aircraft, he was able to pass the rigorous selection test and underwent Petowski's series of inhuman training programs, along with the reservists who had been drawn from the four networks by Fazzani.

Endless dizziness practice in the centrifuge, and Forde was the only one of all the newcomers who was unmistakable; In the one-click simulation practice, his crash score is always mixed in the position of neither good nor bad; Physical training, target training, obstacle flight, and two-plane spiral battles, Forde never seems to show off, and SDT's comprehensive confrontation test data is only average.

But it was this low-key, inconspicuous, seemingly impersonal but always smiling older young man, who had won every time in the actual combat of the Death Wings team. After a few fights, his results seemed to match his training results exactly, not the best, not the worst. But the most amazing thing is that after a dozen sorties, big and small, he and Mary. Satome, a natural trump card, survived.

"Captain, now is not the time to say that." Forde retracted his smile and saluted Petowski, who was in the command deck of the Miracle, with the ship's staff and several members of the bridge behind him busy nervously.

"I have a crazy idea and have already received authorization from the fleet commander." Fort Road.

"Really?" Petovski feigned shock and said that he had the same purpose in mind, but earlier he had been somewhat surprised by the proposer of the plan.

"Major, do you remember how the large Walken Mothership freed the Hothman airship when we were in Valkyria?" Daniel. Forde placed his palm in the air and his other hand moved in and out of it.

"What a confusing move, I didn't expect you to be a funny and obscene introverted man......" Petowski couldn't help but smile at him when he saw Forde's gesture. General Fazani has already told me that he liked your idea so much that he sent all the Wings of Death ......"

"Captain, are you alright?" While he was talking, Mary Petovski jumped out of the communication window of his helmet. Satome's beautiful and tough face.

After the major turned off the communicator himself, she led more than a hundred Viper fighters of the Grim Reaper's Wing squadron to rush into the stalemate battle formation, trying to find the old captain, but everywhere in the eye was raging artillery fire and surging explosions, where could she find the dinghy that was like a drop in the ocean?

"I'm alright, Mary, how is the team doing now?" Petowski couldn't help but ask.

"According to the general's request, disperse the formation, evade the pursuit, and the Wings of Death will not suffer much loss." Her words couldn't help but make Petowski breathe a long sigh of relief.