The sirens kept sounding, the explosions came and went, and the 10-kilometer giant ship, every time it shook with the roar, it made people's hearts tremble. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zuma is the tactical commander aboard the USS Wanderer, commanding 30 squadrons of 180 Wasp-class space fighters.

Unfortunately, in this battle, it was not possible to send any of the main fighters. The atmosphere is not a place where space fighters can exert their strength.

Because most of the people on the ship were fresh, the alarm of an enemy encounter from a patrolling Viking team was delayed for five minutes. This directly caused the Wanderer to lose the first opportunity.

Zuma left remorse and conjectures of what to expect. In an emergency, this is not the time to think about this. At this stage, in addition to 60 sorties of Tempest-class air and space fighters, only the defense system of the mothership itself can be relied on. All of his battle plans must revolve around both.

A dark-skinned man, his fury could be heard from the beginning of the battle and echoed through the Wanderer's tactical control center.

Don't blame him for his gaffe, in the face of an enemy twice as large as himself, only rookies who have just graduated from military academies can be mobilized, and they must be allowed to pilot fighters that are not at their disposal, in this case, it is so difficult not to lose the battle.

The group of storm planes that attacked in a hurry was simply a target plane, and they collapsed as soon as they came into contact with the enemy. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity early, withdrew the group in time, and relied on the defensive artillery group to withstand the enemy's first round of attacks.

Faced with a 10% loss, the rookie pilots were demoralized, and many refused to fight. For this reason, Zuma called the Overseer and asked people to carry assault rifles to force the rookies to take off. The final result can be imagined, if it weren't for the defensive artillery group being sharp enough, I'm afraid the defense line would have been gone.

"Get those bastards back! See if I don't shoot a few to set an example. Zuma's eyes were fierce, his face was full of evil anger, and no one dared to step forward to touch his brow at this time.

"Yo! I've heard that commanders should be quiet when faced with problems, and it is better to show confidence in order for their subordinates to have the confidence that they will win, but your Excellency is the opposite. ”

The unhurried baritone is as much a joke as it is aimed at Zuma.

The big black man turned his head violently, his cannibalistic eyes were red, and his expression eased when he saw the comer.

"I said who it was, and the tone was so loud. No way, drive ducks to the shelves, lead a group of boy scouts, how to fight! ”

"Let me strike! With a couple of old guys in the lead, it should make things better. ”

Falkenhausen, the first ace of the Rangers, was once poached, but he did not agree, so he stayed. Tall, with a sharp expression, like a sharp knife, it exudes a dangerous aura outward.

Falken suggested that he lead the team and gather all the aces on the Wanderer to clear the way for the rookies.

Zuma tensed her face and hesitated for a moment. "No, it's too risky, these rookies really can't help at all, I don't want to hurt you."

Falcen's sharp eyes flashed, "Don't be like this, anyway, the Wanderer has fallen, and none of us will be better, rather than this, it is better to control our own destiny." ”

Zuma's expression moved slightly, and then she was sad, "I wonder if you overestimate your abilities. ”

"Whether it's overestimated or not, just try it."

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The bridge was in chaos, Zhang Zhen sat in the command chair, and watched the chief of staff busy for a long time, and every unfavorable battle report made the tall and thin soldier's expression more and more solemn.

"What's up with the ARBOC jamming bomb launcher? The missile group is overhead and still doesn't turn on, do you have to wait until it is blown up to work? ”

Kim Jong-tae scolded and cursed while circling around the electronic sand. The staff officer who was reprimanded by him turned away aggrievedly, with a crying voice.

Zhang Zhen sipped black tea, looking leisurely and complacent in the mist.

"What do you mean by strategic weapons? How can that thing shoot down enemy planes! Turn off the useless stuff for me as soon as possible, I don't think it's messy enough, is it? ”

Behind the herald who had left in a hurry, the caustic voice was piercing.

As the captain of the Wanderer, Zhang Zhen did not change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and the Earl Grey black tea in his hand was replaced by pineapple bread, which was soft and crispy, and the sweet and greasy taste wafted outward.

"Zuma is a bastard, why did the group come back again. Tell him not to go back within five minutes, and ask for more blessings! ”

The chief of staff slapped the electronic sand table with a clang, and the people around him hurriedly got their own work, for fear of being noticed by him.

There was really nothing to scold about, and the mean gaze turned to the command chair. There is a salary thief, the scum of the Space Army. He couldn't imagine that at such a tense moment, the captain of a ship was still in the mood to taste the food.

Seeing his expression without any nervousness, Jin Zhen wanted to wave his fist.

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to resist the urge to scold.

"Sir, the Wanderer is at a critical juncture, and I wonder if you, as Supreme Commander, have any important instructions to be issued." , every word that popped out between his teeth vented the mood of the chief of staff with an accent.

"Bang bang", pat off the breadcrumbs in your palm. Under the murderous gaze of the chief of staff of the cleanliness, the round captain licked off the ghee skin left on the corner of his mouth casually.

He looked up at Kim Jong-tae with a smile in his eyes. It's a strange demeanor that doesn't fit in with the atmosphere of the battlefield. Jin didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and looked at him blankly.

"Old Kim! You're so nervous! No matter how difficult the situation has been before, relaxing, the commander was shocked into what kind of system. ”

With a bang, the chief of staff propped up the command table with both hands and stared at his commander viciously.

"I'm about to be sunk, how can you calm me down."

"Sunk? With what? Just a hundred or so lightning levels... Hahaha... You pull back the storm and let them fight, and I'll see how many can break through the Wanderer's defenses!" ”

The situation suddenly changed, and the fierce momentum suddenly erupted on the round body. The changes came too quickly, and Kim Jong-tae couldn't adapt for a while, so he fell backwards again and again, knocking down the staff officers behind him.

It's chaos.

The round figure is still the same, the momentum is different, and standing up gives people the illusion of condescension.

"Lao Jin, you are already in a high position! It's not easy to climb to this position, and I can understand that people who are on the battlefield for the first time are inevitably a little nervous. I don't want to see that happen again. ”

The strength of the weak shifted, and the bridge was quiet. Except for a few old people, the rookies stared at him with incredible eyes as if it was the first time they saw Zhang Zhen.

With his hands behind his back, Zhang Zhen's expression and movements were so calm.

"It's ugly to let Zuma take care of his fleet! This kind of team doesn't feel ashamed to pull it out! ”

Communications staff officers are submissive. The most approachable captain on the Wanderer turned out to be powerful, and most of the people had discomfort written on their faces.

"Where is Shen Tianhao of the Marine Corps? Tell him to be ready for an enemy invasion. The fighter group is a feint, and their real killer weapon is still to come. ”

After the bold order was issued, the aura of slaughter subsided, and Zhang Zhen returned to an amiable appearance, continuing to enjoy his sumptuous meal. Leaving everyone indifferent.

After a long while, the herald and answer sounded, and the bridge resumed normal operation.

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300 meters above the Pacific Ocean, like a floating mountain, the giant ship is still and still. It is surrounded by dense lines of fire, and small aircraft shuttle through it. From time to time, exploding fireballs are generated. Surge of energy unleashed a murderous storm around the giant ship in the form of waves of air and sonic booms.

Six storms led by Falken swam in a storm of flames. Sometimes they form an attacking formation, sometimes they scatter and go their own way. Each change of formation is accompanied by multiple fireballs, which are caused by the explosion of the Imperial Sky Fighter.

6 Storm fighters, the performance is the same as other Tempest, the only difference is the technical and tactical level of the pilot. The Ichishiki ace pilot made this squadron a veritable sharp knife, invincible everywhere it passed.

For the first time since the engagement, the Wanderer's storm group has taken the initiative. With the attack of the defensive artillery group, the Imperial lightning group dodged one after another, and the flow defense line stabilized.

Kurt Zouma let out a long sigh of relief, and it had only been a few hours before he had the opportunity to sit down and rest for a while. The orderly delivered coffee in time. The enraged chimpanzee fell silent, and in the tactical control room, everyone invariably relaxed their tense nerves.

"Whew... It's still the old comrades-in-arms who are worth relying on, these rookies in the sub-academy are not worth using! ”

No matter how biased Zuma's words were, no one would point them out to his face, and as long as he stopped jumping and yelling, thank God.

The vibration from the sole of the foot is strongly beyond the adjustment range of the gravity system. All the officers and soldiers who were not immobilized fell to the ground. The giant ship groaned in a fierce concussion. The explosion, accompanied by sirens and the miserable howls of the communications soldiers, shattered the peace of mind that had just been established.

"Below, the enemy is coming up from below!" , echoing in the control room with a voice of despair.

"What do you mean it's up? Where are they, why doesn't the close defense system call the police! The chimpanzee didn't have time to get angry, he was shocked that the attack had come too suddenly.

"They're in, the mothership's hull is broken, and the enemy is inside!"

"Huh!!" , couldn't breathe, Zuma was stunned on the spot. What to do next? Could it be that the Wanderer is about to be captured by the enemy?