"Prepare to burst into the atmosphere, sir. The voice of the pilot of the Albatross www.biquge.info came from the microphone fixed to the wall, and the tension was particularly obvious, and the Pilgrim warship in the distance had spotted them an hour earlier, but for some unknown reason, the Pilgrim warship did not attack them, but watched from a distance. You can see white rays of light shooting out of the ground in the extreme distance, and the target is directed at the pilgrim warship floating in the earth's low-earth orbit, Sakurai Naoto knows that it is a land-based space defense system set up in the joint defense circle, and each white light represents a thousand-ton ferrous core electromagnetic robe shell that rushes out of the atmosphere at one-third of the speed of light, so that a central MAC cannonball can sink a Pilgrim battleship with one shot, but it is unfortunate, The kinetic energy of such a shell is severely damaged after it breaks out of the atmosphere, so its effective range is only Pilgrim warships within 1,400 kilometers of orbit. However, the plasma column launched by the Pilgrim warship cannot be launched until it enters the atmosphere, and such a land-based defense weapon can effectively prevent the Pilgrim from entering the atmosphere, but the joint defense circle is limited in size and only exists in a small part of Asia, North America and Europe, and the Pilgrim's ground forces can completely bypass these things for landing.

"The landing target has been confirmed, and it is close to the edge of the communication range with the Laurel Crown base, if the chief has anything to say, hurry up, and there are still thirty seconds to leave the communication range." The driver's voice came out again.

"No, you don't." Naoto Sakurai replied simply, then took the lead in picking up the rifle on the side, looked around at the motorized infantry sitting in the cabin and were fixed to their seats by fixtures, and said loudly, "Check the equipment and prepare for battle." ”

After speaking, Naoto Sakurai took the lead in pulling the bolt of the MG-1986 "Scorpion" universal low-recoil rifle in his hand, and the bullet was loaded with a click. The motorized infantry followed suit, although their bodies were fixed to their seats, but their arms were still free to move, and for a moment there was a burst of bullets loading in the cabin, and the assault soldiers loaded a grenade into the grenade launcher, while the sniper filled a bullet into the chamber and exited the magazine, reloading it so that the magazine was always fully loaded.

"There are still 20 minutes to land, we are in enemy-occupied territory, and here is also 20 kilometers away from the nearest joint defense circle, even if there is a danger to the United Nations, it will take nearly 40 minutes for the peacekeepers to arrive, so please be careful." The pilot reported the landing time as if echoing Naoto Sakurai's order, and the motorized infantrymen in the cabin raised their left hands and looked at the tactical watches on their wrists.

"Now is the right time." Naoto Sakurai said loudly, the noise in the cabin still cut the shout in half, but fortunately, the sound clearly reached the ears of every motorized infantryman present.

"It's 0:29:48 a.m., and it's half-time." Naoto Sakurai glanced up, staring intently at the motorized infantrymen at night's watches, and couldn't help but sigh, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, right time." ”

The sound of dripping sounded at the same time, and the sound was uniform.

"It's over." Naoto Sakurai said. There was no topic to talk about, and there was silence in the cabin again, the tense atmosphere quietly spread in the plane, sweat flowed down Sakurai's cheeks and into the neckline, and the resolute expression was full of nervousness, he had seen the power of the pilgrims, and the wounds left by plasma weapons were irreversible. Although he couldn't see the faces covered under the hologram helmets, Naoto Sakurai could feel the tension in the hearts of these battle-hardened veterans, and he could faintly hear someone whispering Bible passages, but the noise in the cabin was so loud that the chanting of the Bible must have been an illusion. Otherwise, his heart is silently praying to God.

But no matter how nervous he is, Naoto Sakurai still can't wait to go to the ground, out of hatred for the pilgrims, and out of grief for the human condition, when the pilgrims came to Japan, they were in the Laurel base to integrate the remnants of the defeated army that escaped from Pluto's defensive orbit, so the news that his wife was killed by the pilgrims Naoto Sakurai didn't know until a month later, Naoto Sakurai didn't know what was going on in his mind at the time, he only remembered that his mind was blank at that time, and his chest ached, It was almost a mouthful of stuffy blood spurting out.

Thinking of this, Naoto Sakurai couldn't help but clench the rifle in his hand, clicked on the electronic lock, the indicator light on the rifle lit up, and the fixed firing pin unlocked popped back, and the trigger was unlocked, and Naoto Sakurai now only needs to pull the trigger, and there will be a special 5.55mm steel-core armor-piercing projectile from the Admiralty to fire.

With the rifle in Sakurai's hand unlocked, the tension in the cabin escalated, and a haze lingered above everyone's heads, human beings can fight until now is no longer completely dominated by faith, faith or something is too illusory, even if it is firmly believed that human beings still have a future, but faith is no longer enough to support the idea of human freedom, and now hatred is the fundamental driving force for human beings to fight against pilgrims, and the tragic massacre of pilgrims has brought human beings together, and joint defense rings have sprung up on land like mushrooms after a rainThere are countless Freedom Alliances fighting the Pilgrims in the ruins of the city, and the defenses on the ground are overloaded to kill the damned Pilgrims.

"Sir, we have entered the atmosphere and will be in the target area in five minutes, the radar shows no traces of pilgrim activity in the target area, and two more peacekeeping force squad-level combat units are moving through the jungle." The driver's voice came again, and the atmosphere in the cabin eased slightly.

"Got it, get ready." Naoto Sakurai flapped the red button beside him, and the fixture on his shoulder snorted and lifted, Naoto Sakurai hung the rifle on the cartridge box, took the lead in getting up, pulled the ring on the top of his head, and stood in the first position out of the cabin, and the other motorized infantry also released the shackles of the fixture, got up from their seats, and everything went in an orderly manner, and soon the motorized infantry lined up in two columns, each following their squad leader, ready to leave the cabin.

The warning lights suddenly lit up, followed by a piercing buzz, and a three-dimensional projection popped up on the wall next to it, showing an icon for missile aiming.

"Standing position! Standing posture fixed! Naoto Sakurai shouted loudly, and at the same time stood on the marked position on the ground, pressed a button on the top of the ring in his hand, and with a sonorous sound, two fixed claws bounced off the ground, and immediately fixed Naoto Sakurai's feet. This is a passive fixation measure, and it is a contingency device that is suddenly attacked when it is about to land, and it is already about to be reequipped, but it comes in handy at this time.

"We're being targeted by missiles, sir!" The driver's nervous voice came from the stereo, "I need to make an emergency evacuation, and we can't get to our destination." ”

The driver looked out the observation window with some despair, and countless purple points of light lit up in the dark night sky.

"It's the 'Halo' fighter, we're surrounded!" The driver had some crashes.

"Calm down, Captain, we'll land at once." Naoto Sakurai wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Drop it immediately." ”

"But, sir." The driver said with some concern.

"No problem, it's within walking distance." Naoto Sakurai's tone was resolute, "Hurry up and land." ”

"I can't be a sir, it's three minutes away from the ruins of the nearest city, and this area is all dense forest, and transport planes can't land." The driver took a deep breath, calmed down as much as he could, looked at the purple light spot in the distance, and couldn't help but make up his mind, "Don't worry, sir, even if I fight for my life, I will send you to your destination." ”

"Execute the order, Captain!" Naoto Sakurai ordered loudly, but the driver had already turned off the internal communication.

"All weapons unlocked." The driver said to the co-pilot on the side, "Check how many weapons we have." ”

"Do you really want to fight?" The co-pilot was a little worried, but he still obeyed the driver's words, brought up a page, slid the slider on it to unlock the weapons on the transport plane, and at the same time checked the reserve of weapons, looked at the stock bars that were all displayed in red, and couldn't help frowning and said, "The situation is not good, we didn't bring many weapons when we left." ”

"How much is it?" The pilot was concentrating on driving the transport plane, and the fixed screen on the dashboard had issued an enemy alarm, but the pilot ignored it, turned off the smooth driving assistance system, and changed it to a completely manual driving mode, the transport plane was bumpy for a while, but it was still controlled by the pilot, the airflow auxiliary wings on the fuselage were stretched out, and the pilot made a slight flight attitude adjustment to the transport plane.

"We have the largest number of cannon bullets in stock, a total of 580 rounds, all of which are high-explosive shells." The co-pilot looked at the information on the three-dimensional projection screen, and couldn't help frowning and said, "This bullet has little effect on the 'Halo' fighter. ”

"What about the rest, do we have any other weapons?" Fine droplets of sweat oozed from the pilot's forehead, and the storage of these weapons was simply not up to the task of destroying the enemy, not to mention the battle, and it was not certain whether they could pass through the defensive line of the "Halo" fighters.

"There are four 'Mache' II close-range combat missiles, and one 'Hayabusa' medium-range fire strike missile." The more the co-pilot looked at it, the more desperate he became, "And the warhead of the 'Falcon' is still an air-burst bomb, which is too unrealistic, and our original task was to clean up the ground forces." ”

"It's kind of crazy." The pilot's breathing accelerated, a strange smile appeared on his face, he licked his lips, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, staring at the "halo" fighter group outside the observation window, and suddenly shouted.

"This group of bitches raised! I'm going to blow you up! "The driver touches the screen of the dashboard quickly, and the pages change rapidly, and finally the screen stops, and a red dialog box on it keeps flashing.

"The 'Falcon' medium-range fire strike missile is unlocked!"

"I can't help it." The co-pilot shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, "I'm going crazy with you!" The aiming method has been changed to manual operation! ”

The same is a rapid change of three-dimensional projection screen, the item is constantly refreshed and disappears, not long after, the sight on the seat back is automatically set in front of the co-pilot's eyes, two hollow circles keep vibrating in the field of vision, want to overlap together, but in the overlap for a moment apart.

"Hold steady, I'm aiming!" The co-pilot complained loudly.

"I'm trying!" Sweat rolled down the driver's forehead like rain, the pilot clenched his teeth, the expression on his face was nervous and solemn, his eyes stared at the pilgrim fighter group outside the observation window without blinking, and the dark night could not hide the light emitted by the pilgrim fighter, which was a major shortcoming of the pilgrim "halo" fighter, in contrast, the "albatross" transport plane painted dark gray was relatively much more hidden, and the pilot did not know whether the pilgrim had a device similar to radar, But humans who are centuries behind Pilgrim technology have such devices, and it should not be unusual for Pilgrim warplanes to be equipped with radar.

"Okay, no, hurry up!" The driver listened to the number of kilometers constantly reported in the enemy alarm, and his heart was very irritated, and he turned off the alarm, "This thing annoys me." ”

"I didn't have any of these gadgets when I used to drive the 'Night Stalker'." The co-pilot opened his mouth and agreed, "No problem, the missile has been launched." ”

After that, the co-pilot pulled the trigger on the control lever, with a soft click, a hatch under the belly of the aircraft opened to both sides, a missile slowly stretched out, the tail began to ignite, the mechanical arm on the bracket loosened the fixing bolt, the missile fell down a few tenths of a meter and then stopped falling, the tail deflector adjusted the missile's flight attitude, the jet port sprayed a bright fire, the hydrazine built into the fuel tank began to burn, giving the missile a strong thrust, the "falcon" instantly turned into a bright light, pulling out a beautiful arc towards the distance" The "Halo" group flies away.

The firelight lit up, it looked extremely distant, but it was close at hand, and the shadow of the "Halo" fighter loomed in the firelight, and the white firelight brought bursts of purple electricity by the way, which was the explosion of the "Halo" fighter when it was hit.

"Happy!" The driver shouted, "Wreck?" ”

"Not a single one, you're disappointed." The co-pilot said calmly, "You know that the airburst warhead has very little lethality against a protected target. ”

"Okay." The driver nodded helplessly.

"There are still two kilometers away from engaging the enemy, pay attention to avoidance." The electronically synthesized female voice reappeared, reminding the driver of the distance to the enemy.

"I think this thing is broken." The driver patted the enemy siren and said without some doubts.

"I don't think so." The co-pilot shook his head and raised his hand to point out the window, "Look, the pilgrims are firing." ”

"Huh?" The driver looked in the direction of the co-pilot's finger, and sure enough, the green plasma howitzer was whizzing towards the "Albatross" transport plane.

"I'll just say this thing is broken!" The pilot shouted, trying to dodge the plasma grenades while keeping the transport plane from rolling, "Why didn't he tell me that the other side fired?" ”

"Who knows, but can a Pilgrim's grenade really shoot two kilometers?" The co-pilot asked questions, and at the same time adjusted his weapon to the "Mace" II melee combat missile, and suddenly, dozens of attackable targets appeared in the sight in front of him.

"The distance is no more than two hundred meters, pay attention to avoidance, and it will break if you hit it." The co-pilot reminded him.

"I don't know how you managed to be so calm!" The pilot cautiously wrenched the control stick in his hand and worked hard to adjust the flight attitude of the transport plane.

"No way, it's been like this since the last injury." The co-pilot still said calmly, raising his hand and pressing the two buttons above his head, "The missile is stretched out, and the launch is ready." ”。

"Launch approval." The driver responded.

"Now that you've chosen your target, it should have some effect this time." The co-pilot gritted his teeth, the calm on the surface does not mean that the heart is also as calm as water, "The missile is launched." ”

Two brackets, each bracket is fixed with two melee combat missiles, at this time the four missiles are ignited at the same time, the fixing bolt on the bracket is immediately unlocked, and the four missiles immediately fly towards the "Halo" fighter next to them. Four flames lit up backwards, and a dense turbulence of purple energy erupted in midair, signaling the destruction of the four warplanes.

"All hit the target, the target is silent." The co-pilot looked at his results and let out a long sigh, "But there are still more than 20 'Halo' fighters that have not been annihilated, we have to get out of here quickly." ”

"I know, I know!" The driver's temper seems to be extremely incompatible with the co-pilot, but surprisingly, the cooperation between the two is almost seamless. The co-pilot switches his weapon to a melee gun, and the front sight in the sight changes to a different shape, with a dot of light in the middle of the triangular front sight marking the point of impact of the cannon's bullet.

"Maintain a flying attitude, and I will try my best to annihilate the surrounding 'Halo' fighters." The co-pilot leaned tightly on the backrest and said calmly, "The 'halo' has fired, pay attention to evasion, we can't even afford an attack." ”

"No problem." The driver nodded, "Do your best, we're still two minutes away from the target location, we might miss it." ”

The monitor looked out the window at the pitch-black ruins of the city in the distance, which was their destination, and from there, it would save a lot of time to go to the "Sword of Sorrow", but there would always be a lot of pilgrim parade squads in the ruins, and even the troops of the infected, so it can be said that the danger will increase after taking a shortcut.

"I can't care about it so much, these 'Halo' battleships will force a landing even if they don't get rid of us." The co-pilot frowned, kept pulling the trigger, the cannon fired, and the high-explosive shells shot out pieces of fire on the "Halo" fighters, but the high-explosive shells were not as good as the armor-piercing shells, and even a single "Halo" fighter was shot down with such a large number of launches.

(To be continued)