Chapter 291: Glorious War (3)

"Captains, please note that the third dimensional jump is about to take place, and the first formation coordination ...... will begin now," Elaine's soft voice sounded in her ears, and then the countdown to the third dimensional jump began. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn order to conserve energy, the Panjia divided the sailing process into three stages to reduce the power of the dimensional engine.

"The Soul Eaters out there are very active!" Chen Peilin sat in the courtyard, looked at the holographic projection in front of him, and began to frown. This is not good news, since the departure of the fleet, the energy consumed in the space shield has increased by thirty-seven times, and the more you get to the edge of the Storm Star Domain, the number of Soul Eaters will increase.

"Whew! ......" The pale yellow figure flew over, and Little Pichu climbed onto Chen Peilin's shoulder with wide eyes and kept rubbing, disrupting Chen Peilin's thoughts. patted the little guy's head, and took out a piece of biological crystal to send the little Pichu away, Chen Peilin looked at Yana and Siya who were laughing and flying in the peach blossom forest in the distance, shrugged his shoulders and walked over gently.

The fleet is now in charge of Zhang Zheng, and it will soon leave the Storm Star Domain, no matter how active these Soul Eaters are, once they leave, it doesn't matter at all. Disasters are called disasters because they happen in a place where people live, and if they happen in an area that has nothing to do with them, who cares?

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"Toot toot! ……”

"The ejection channel is cleared!"

"Launch ready complete!"

"Black Stone Flower 001-903 has completed the preparation for the attack!"

"Launch!"

Around the ejection channel, the annular green light lit up in circles, lighting up the semicircular channel more than 500 meters long. Bermero only felt a burst of brilliance in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, it was already a pitch-black cosmic space in front of him.

Pitch black, quiet, dead silence, and emptiness, this is the first feeling after Bermereau entered the universe, looking up through the holographic projection of the cockpit and looking around, countless beautiful lights flickering in the fleet, from time to time you can see bright fireworks suddenly shine out, illuminating the surrounding starry sky.

Through a brief moment of light, Bermereau noticed that around the flash of light, countless metallic fragments were projected in all directions, some spherical, some cylindrical, and more irregular fragments. For the first time, Bermereau found himself so close to the universe that it seemed as if he could reach it directly with his open hands.

"Boom! ......" The sudden shock startled Bermero, and he hurriedly came back to his senses to find that his fighter plane was flying irregularly, constantly spinning in place, and even had a tendency to accelerate towards the aerospace aircraft carrier.

"Bang bang! ......" frantically pressed the button, and Bemeroau finally reluctantly gained control of his fighter plane by relying on the piloting skills he had learned from the assault training an hour earlier, and it took a lot of effort to change the direction of the fighter's flight.

"Black Stone Flower No. 126, pay attention to the cooperation with your teammates!" Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the dispatcher's cold and emotionless voice had already arrived in the temporary command center. Bermero immediately checked the on-board computer, and sure enough, he found that he had deviated a long way from the formation. His own brigade has a total of 903 fighters, and now it looks like a swarm of buzzing flies.

"These bastards!" Bermereau cursed the dispatcher who was sitting in the command center in his heart, because judging from the information he received from the captain, just two days after the start of the war, at least more than 30,000 pilots had been sent into the battlefield by this group of cold-blooded guys, and most of them had become space junk. This is also the fate of his group next, and it is certain that he is not the first batch, and definitely not the last.

"All fighters immediately assemble in formation 6 to me, don't hinder the next wave of team members' ejections!" The captain's voice rang in Bermero's ears, and he hurriedly came back to his senses, and Bermero carefully adjusted the course of the fighter plane and began to fly in the direction of the on-board computer.

Before Bermero was forced to join the army, he was a small person, fantasizing about one day being able to make a lot of money, and then buy a small piece of land near the suburbs of the dungeon of the planet Pfister, where every inch of land is expensive, and then build a two-story building, buy some furniture, and find a female black elf who is not very beautiful but not too ugly to be scary to form an ordinary family, and live a dull life comfortably.

This is the most feasible life plan made by Bermerow on the night of his 131st coming-of-age ceremony, and when Bermero made this plan, he was excited for several days, changed and changed, and even wrote it in front of his bed, intending to use it as a holy word of encouragement to himself. I didn't expect that one day I would be arranged by others to become cannon fodder, and my life was not even as good as a cold bomb.

Bermero curses the dispatcher, the cold-blooded Supreme Commander Carib, the weak Pfister Black Elf race, the domineering and abominable Minjay Federation, the terrible Tech Alliance, and the unfair fate...... But the movements of Bemero's hands were not slow at all, after all, he had the background of driving shuttles, and soon Bemerow adapted to the control stick in the cockpit, and began to control the individual fighter clumsily dodging huge pieces of debris and flying towards the assembly place of the brigade.

The Mingjie Federation is a civilization that has not developed any artificial intelligence, although it has reached the peak of the sixth-level civilization in terms of computer technology, and has also made quite good progress in intelligent auxiliary control, but it still does not reach the level of the Golden Crow Fleet. Artificial intelligence such as Elaine and Noah have begun to move towards intelligent life, and the semi-intelligent auxiliary control programs produced based on their copies are not comparable to the rigid programming languages of ordinary civilizations.

Although the operation interface has been greatly simplified, there are still more than 20 large and small mechanical buttons and a constantly flashing joystick on the fighter console. It is through this control interface that Bermero completes the control of the fighter.

"Hey, pay attention to everyone, have you received the battle order, everyone will follow me later, don't think about anything, just rush up when you see that group of damn ancient toads. There is a temporarily installed red control key at the top of the operation interface, and when the time comes, you can directly smash it, and your mission will be completed" The somewhat nonsensical captain began to issue combat orders in the communication link.

Not to mention the formation, the entire brigade flew out of the depths of the formation in a swarm and began to rush out towards the periphery. The Black Rock Flower was a battleship, with thick skin and a large number of frigates and destroyers around it as meat shields, so the entire group of 903 fighters was not attacked by enemy fire during the initial period. But as the team got closer to the battlefield, someone began to run out of good luck.

"Boom! ......" A strong flash flashed past Bermero's side, and a single fighter plane blocking the beam dissolved as quickly as ice and snow in a brief flash, and after the flash, nothing was left. This guy Bemerou knew, he was strong and strong, and when he set off, he was still full of ambition to destroy one of the enemy's mecha brigades and then die with the enemy in glory, but he didn't expect to be eliminated halfway before he entered the battlefield.

The explosion of "boom, boom, boom ......" continued to be heard, like firecrackers, and the number of fighters in the entire formation decreased sharply, and when Bermero looked up again to check the data, he found that there were 517 of the 903 fighters left at the time of departure.

"Bang bang...... Bemero's heart beat uncontrollably, and the scenes kept changing, the anxiety when he went to school for the first time, the panic when he sneaked into the women's toilet for the first time and was caught by the female teacher, the nervousness of peeking at his cousin taking a bath for the first time, and the joy of earning a meager salary for the first time......

"I can't die!" Bemeroau shouted in his heart, his body trembling from excessive tension and excitement, the joystick kept shaking in his hand, and the posture of the fighter began to become irregular.

"Toot toot! …… Entering the combat distance, all fighters form a three-plane formation to freely choose targets, and give priority to clearing the enemy next to the destroyer and frigate. The captain shouted the slogan of the charge in the command chain, then cut off the connection with the formation, turned a corner, and flexibly returned to the center of the formation.

Half an hour later, the Captain will lead the next batch of Death Legion back again, and then the next batch until he becomes space junk. This is an order given by Karib, experienced pilots cannot be consumed in vain, in order to maximize the use of limited strength to destroy the enemy, the value of each person must be squeezed to the maximum, obviously the remaining value of the captain is not yet exhausted.

The beam of the "Whoosh ......" energy cannon flew around like fireworks, almost filling the entire space, the thick blue energy cannon beam towards the blue river, the thin green beam towards the stream, and the entire battlefield was an ocean of energy, a sea of blue energy.

Bermero still piloted the No. 126 individual fighter to fly flexibly between the gaps in the energy cannon, so far, there are only 118 fighters left in the entire formation, most of the rookies turned into ashes under the collision with the enemy in the first round, and many desperate pilots seize the opportunity to rush into the enemy group to detonate the hedron bomb in the fighter, and grab the enemy back into the darkness in the brilliant flash. The rest are either confident in their driving skills or, like Bermero, hoping for a miracle and being lucky to survive.

"Toot toot! ......" The alarm sounded, and Bermero quickly adjusted his course, narrowly avoiding the attack of an energy cannon beam. It was a space mecha with a golden coat all over it, with a dexterous flight attitude, clever attack directions, and close tactical coordination, most of the comrades were shot down by these guys.

"37!" Bermero looked up at the data displayed on the onboard computer, and then bitterly continued to dodge countless energy attacks that were not there, and saw the opportunity to give the enemy a blow or two, but so far he had achieved nothing, and he had not even scratched the enemy's hair.

"Calculate the odds of survival!" Bermereau gave orders to the on-board computer that had nothing to do with combat.

"Zero!" The cold huge number appeared in front of Bermero's eyes again, the one hundred and thirty-seventh time, all the results were the same, Bermero prayed for a miracle again and again, but the answer given by the dark goddess was still so ruthless.

"5!" Only five fighters of the entire formation have survived so far, no, now four, and just now, Bermero saw a fighter plane rushing into a dense group of enemies. The group was attacking the starport of a three-kara-class destroyer, and the violent energy blast of the hedron bomb blew more than thirty toad mechs into garbage, and the guy earned it.

"Boom! ......" fighter jets shook violently, and sirens resounded throughout the cockpit. Bermero found himself bitten by the enemy, just the aftermath of the enemy's attack, and if he had been hit, he would have been a cloud of ashes by now.

"Don't force me......" Bermereau trembled with excitement, his tears and snot remained, his pants warmed, and the warm stream flowed down his suit.

The piercing sirens of "Knock Knock ......" sounded like crazy, the cockpit was darkened, the energy pipeline was broken by the enemy, and the remaining energy could no longer sustain the fighter to continue flying.

"Boom...... Boomero sobbed silently, smashed the red button on the console with a punch, and then rushed towards the enemy group in front of him with red and swollen eyes......

"Boom ......" (To be continued.) )