The black Viper swarm, with its striking fire raven icon between its wings, sped through the cluster of enemy ships scattered by the five Reaperwings squad.

Mary. Satome, the Grim Reaper's ace Crash King, also replaces Mike. Petroviski is the soul of the strongest team.

She is worthy of the reputation of being recognized as the second strongest person, and the black viper under her controls it as still, moving as a rabbit, unrestrained and agile, like a wonderful note beating on a moving movement, under her wakare's cannon that reads death, and constantly clusters of flowers of death that are destroyed.

"The other party's target has been discovered." In the midst of non-stop fleet movements, Daniel. Forde's voice rang out in the channel, which made Petowski, who was fighting with the two Hothman airships, feel a chill in his heart.

The far-fetched theory has finally reached the moment of real practice, and these ships and boats with superior numbers are like inexhaustible souls that have just taken out one of them, and there will always be a new strong enemy. Together with his teammates, he battled wits and courage in evasion, swimming, and confrontation, and once these agile Hothman airships dispersed, they were as unrestrained as wild horses.

In the battlefield, enemy planes are torn apart by the brave Viper cannons at every moment, and the newly formed Death Wings are also crushed by the opponent's rounds of grinding discs, constantly consuming life that is difficult to replenish.

Fierce bursting flames and desperate cries continued to ring in the team's channel, and their exuberant fire of life returned to eternal peace after that crazy roar.

No matter how much Petowski emphasizes the use of harassment tactics to protect himself, and even allows his men to leave the battle formation, sort out their fears and return to the battlefield, how simple can they do in this rapidly changing fierce battle? In the face of such a huge number of enemies, they could not fight, they could not escape, and their only remaining choice was to fight for their lives.

Not far away, the Kuibenhammouv Stargate was getting closer and closer, and the huge strong magnetic field radio expanded and twisted within a radius of a few light-seconds, making it more like a huge beast locked in electric shackles.

The electromagnetic rays emit a strong blue or white light, reflecting the otherwise dark void into a patch of day.

Flashes of light shone out the front of the Vulkenian dense group, which consisted of dozens of large ships, and behind the converging pillars of thousands of beams of light were several massive and astonishing Wulken supercarriers.

"There are no lizardmen support motherships around, and if they want to release small boats to defend against our invasion, they must be the first few ships." Daniel. Forde explained to Petroviski on the channel.

"No more speculation, Daniel, we're just desperate anyway." Petowski laughed as he continued to maneuver around the three enemy boats, and he steered the Viper in several circles in the air before taking a gap and aiming at one of the opposing boats, releasing the last venom missile hanging from its wings.

The flying flames exploded behind Petowski, and the two Hoss airships in hot pursuit were pulled up to both sides and fled, one of them was swallowed up by the surging accelerant of the venom missile, and he was afraid that he would not understand until he died, how did an escaping human destroyer lock the homing missile to the target behind him?

"Maybe it's not a mothership." Thomas. Paden suddenly took a moment to express his opinion. "Don't look at them as huge, but they don't necessarily carry the Hothian airships."

"There's a combat airship in any Walken ship." Daniel. Forde said. "Although the Vulkens themselves could not be dinghy pilots due to their size and lack of intuition, they understood the benefits of using dinghy attacks in enemy encounters."

"You mean agile and flexible? I have to admit that, but when it comes to lethality, it's completely useless. Paden couldn't help but complain.

Compared to the sense of accomplishment brought by destroying the Hothman boat, he was very envious that Forde could return to his position as a destroyer now, and at least he would have a chance to use dozens of large-caliber kinetic energy cannons to kill the opponent's ships of the same level. And if you only use a viper or a saroman to attack, unless you use a cluster bomb designed to consume the opponent's shield or a strong hull, such as only a wakare cannon or homing missile, you will only be able to damage the opponent's fur even if you hit all the bomb bays.

"No, I'm talking about value for money." Forde denied. "Taking Yinmeng's ships as an example, the cost of dozens of Vipers is comparable to that of a Fuxi-class destroyer, and the effect it can produce may be roughly the same in terms of firepower output, but the actual use and strain are much more extensive.

"There's a key factor at stake here, Forde." Paden disagreed. "The human factor......" he explains. The quality and training time required by the pilots of the destroyer boats were far more demanding than those of the gunners of the destroyers. ”

"I'll admit it, Thomas, but there may be other ways to solve this problem in the future......" Forde said.

"Are you going to talk about the ridiculous remarks of cyber pilots here?" Paden laughed and said he had a conversation with Daniel. Forde, who is also from the Seventh Special Brigade of the Volunteer Army, is one of the first members of Deathwings, and the two have been together for a long time, and such a topic does not sound new.

"Why did you kill at the door of someone's house, and the other party didn't react?" Paden was also secretly anxious at this time, watching the continuous loss of his team members, although he knew that this was war, and it was an inevitable and necessary course during this mission, but it still made him feel tormented.

He was fiery and regarded his subordinates as his relatives, and at this time he really wanted to give an order to assign the pilots of the original 'Mai Tian Chunhua' of the Tenth Fleet, who were still grinding their combat skills, far away, instead of dying out of thin air because of clumsy operations here.

"Maybe if we don't force them to get serious, we won't see the results of this mission." Petowski, who was not hopeful about the operation, said at this time. "We need to step up our offensive and it's time to put those cluster bombs to work."

"Vinny!" He said loudly in the channel.

"Yes, Captain." As the first of the Reaper's Wings squad to reach the target area, Vinny. Herman's fourth squad has suffered the least losses so far. After the battle between life and death in Valkyria, these already excellent cadets are significantly stronger than the pilots who have been transferred from the 'Wheat Field Chunhua' flight squadron to the 'Reaper's Wings' for a few days.

"Take your men, go and show me the coordinates, and kill those Walken ships." Petowski commanded loudly.

"Yes, Captain." Vinny. Herman responded, her tone not sad or happy, her voice as cold as ice, but almost instantly, dozens of red vipers had leapt out of the entangled melee and flew towards the Vulken assembly group not far from the stargate.

"All the Grim Reaper's Wings, stop the other party's pursuit of the airship, and make sure that the fourth team successfully completes the mission." Petowski continued to command.