When receiving the order from the lieutenant "to voluntarily evade the covering blow and continue to carry out the combat order", VV remembered a sentence: men are white-eyed wolves.

At this time, she suddenly wanted to listen to Zhuang Yan, whether it was lazy sarcasm or anxious and urgent advice, at least this man really cared about her, and for this VV could tolerate all his shortcomings.

The VV then raced against the clock to pressurize the liquid cockpit and then turn on semi-autopilot. Her little hand naturally drooped and touched the touch driving ball beside her. On her own, she thought. When I think of these words, the fighting spirit of freedom overflows my chest.

Zhuang Yan, you are optimistic, my sister will show you the real technology. VV thinks about it, and the corners of his mouth hook up a naughty smile.

Then "Zhuang Yan" said nervously in a sharp and underwhelming voice: "Switch to the semi-automatic system of nerve fine-tuning." The hyperbaric chamber enters the deep sea state. Leaks in the life support system intensified. ”

In the next second, VV had already slid forward to touch the ball, precisely manipulating the furious phoenix to make a sharp turn in the air, throwing a beautiful parabola at sixteen times the speed of sound, and the horizontal displacement jumped out of two kilometers in an instant. The Fury Phoenix forcibly flattened the fuselage, and when it accelerated horizontally, the vertical speed remained unchanged, and the entire fighter plane rose vertically at an unprecedented speed of six kilometers per second, and at the same time accelerated horizontally, the fusion engine spewed thin flames, and the horizontal speed also broke through the speed of sound in an instant.

Like a falling maple leaf in the universe, the Angry Phoenix draws a beautiful parabolic curve under the dark starry sky, like a runaway formula car drifting frantically in the endless night.

"High-velocity kinetic weapon strike detected!" The system prompt screamed, and as usual, before the words were finished, the overwhelming space-based kinetic weapon strike covered the afterimage of the angry phoenix, and the high-speed barrage of up to two square kilometers was angrily baptizing the area that VV had just flown away.

VV was very aware of the damage of the Angry Phoenix, the outer armor was shattered and scattered, and the repulsive magnetic field was almost exhausted. If you let the space-based interception strike system take a bath with your head and face, I am afraid that the next time I see Zhuang Yan, my soul will float in the air and look at him speechlessly and cry bitterly.

And Wei Xu had already spoken, and ordered the angry phoenix to avoid it on its own. Without a satellite system to warn Veneto, she wouldn't be stupid enough to wait for death. Based on the contact velocity and acceleration of the previous wave of covered strike barrages, the on-board computer estimated that the space-based interception system was located in an orbit at an altitude of at least one hundred and twenty kilometers.

So at a distance of fifty kilometers remaining, there will inevitably be a second wave of coverage strike barrage.

Since the base does not provide support and early warning, and since the fire control radar is useless in the face of high-speed coverage strikes, VV has only one option, which is to evade it in advance.

Early evasion is a difficult maneuver in space-level combat maneuvers, second only to high-speed sudden stops and M-shaped tracks. In space-level combat, because the drag force is about equal to zero, the gravitational force tends to be infinitesimal, the strike accuracy of kinetic weapons becomes extremely high, and the hit or miss becomes an ingenious mathematical game. The combat terminal with a certain amount of computing power will accurately calculate the trajectory of the target flying object through mathematical modeling, and then carry out a predictive range strike on a part of the trajectory. As long as the direction and magnitude of the target's acceleration do not exceed the interval discussed in the mathematical model, the fate of the target being hit is conclusively determined.

And this set of mathematical models has completely become a plaything of shame in the face of the "M-shaped track" action, predicting that the blow will never go back. However, the M-track's sudden stop and steering action doubles the acceleration experienced by the driver, and the driver's experience is about the same as being loaded into a beer bottle and thrown up and down. The strength and vulnerability of the difficult combat moves coexist fairly.

And the "early evasion" that VV was forced to perform was a simplified version of the M-type track.

If you zoom out and look at it from a distance, you can clearly see that in the sky above the Angry Phoenix, in the huge fan area with a width of twenty-four square kilometers, there is a dense barrage matrix that bombards the ground at high speed like an intermittent fan bone. The distance between the matrices is 1 to 2 km. The shadows covering the blow are overwhelming, and a series of barrages emerge one after another, only the one-kilometer gap in the middle of the barrage matrix can be safe. This kind of fan-covered strike turns the distance of 50 kilometers below the low orbit of the earth into a dead space covered by a barrage of kinetic energy.

A certain command is not stupid. After the space-based kinetic energy interception barrage hits once, they expected the angry phoenix to start evading the action, so they set 200 meters every square second as the maximum horizontal acceleration of the angry phoenix into the mathematical model, and then created a fan-shaped covering barrage all over the sky to try to block all the evasion routes of the angry phoenix.

As a result, this competition of pinnacle technology has become a barrage airplane game that takes place in the atmospheric ionosphere 70,000 meters above the ground.

A certain command set up an overturned tactical table, seriously considered the probability of winning this operation, and after repeated calculations, they came to an optimistic conclusion. No one can compete with them for space power.

These fine rain curtain warheads may not be able to penetrate the atmosphere to the ground, but in the ionosphere, where the drag is about equal to zero? They are an invincible heavenly punishment.

When the rain turns into a deadly warhead, no one can escape from the blow of indiscriminate cover, no one.

VV only had five minutes, and she had already squandered 60 seconds.

She received the order to fight on her back, and she broke the boat with high spirits. After avoiding the first round of barrage falling blows, the water pressure in the cockpit has reached a depth of 150 meters, and it has the conditions for a hyperbaric chamber for space combat operations.

Then she bit her inner lip and grabbed the driving ball and swiped it back.

The angry phoenix that had just been thrown out in a parabola suddenly raised its head to the sky, like a kite rushing vertically in the wind, recovering the sprint angle of the angry finger to the sky, and after completing the angle adjustment, the tail sprayed thin lithium metal plasma flame suddenly turned out, and the whole fighter plane looked directly at the sky, and the speed did not change, with a speed of 6,000 meters per second, facing the overwhelming iron rain covering 24 square kilometers, and went straight upstream.

If you don't fight, you die!

The "reconnaissance ......" fire control radar has just warned of a barrage strike 20,000 meters away, and the VV has already made a predictive response, choosing a random angle to blindly evade it.

The main jet port of the Angry Phoenix was extinguished, but the fusion engine was still highly charged, and at the moment when the fire control radar detected the barrage strike, the four auxiliary thrusters in the belly of the fighter were lit up at the same time, and four beams of "lithium metal plasma stream" were sprayed wildly, and the huge momentum generated directly knocked the fighter into the air, bearing the acceleration of 450 meters every square second, and flew sideways, and the horizontal speed exceeded the speed of sound within one second.

Miss Veneto was in the cockpit, feeling like she had been hit by a home run, and she was the poor baseball that had been concave in the shape of a "concave" on the bat. In that moment of trance, she almost lost consciousness, and only instinct was left to hold on to the driving ball.

The frenzied acceleration lasted for one and a half seconds, pushing the Angry Phoenix five hundred meters away.

The distance of 20,000 meters, under the condition that the two collided with each other at high speed, also returned to zero after 1.5 seconds.

As a result, the Angry Phoenix withstood the barrage blow at the edge of the barrage matrix, and the only remaining repulsive magnetic field forcibly deflected the angle of the warhead, but this was only a drop in the bucket for the Angry Phoenix, which had 64% of its external armor damaged. The Angry Phoenix trembled like a piece of paper in a storm in the magnificent thrust of the four auxiliary thrusters, and at this time, it was stunned by the space-based interception barrage that pierced through the mountains and rocks, and the misery was comparable to that of a human standing in a smoky sulfuric acid rain. The torn armor was torn and flown in the tremor, and the torn armor disappeared into the universe without a trace like a beehive fragment with countless transparent holes.

This arrogant air and space fighter was like a true nirvana fire phoenix at this time, screaming in severe pain.

The flood of damage reports poured into the user interface like a flood, then stacked in a corner, showing only the numbers, and the blood-red number was beating fast, the single digits rolling faster than the microseconds in the stopwatch.

That is why VV never returned to the base again. Because there's no fucking time. Space-level combat tension can be counted in seconds.

Under the violent tremors, the high-pressure dialysate in the cockpit was so turbid that it could fight with a well-mixed cappuccino. VV gritted his silver teeth, because under the unprecedented high-pressure dumping, his internal organs were eager to get out of Tankou. Unfortunately, this is nothing compared to airplanes, and the Furious Phoenix is shaking and squatting like an overloaded old-fashioned steam engine in a space-based covering strike, and it seems that it is not far from crumbling and disintegrating.

After 0.2 seconds, the shattered and dripping remnants of the fighter plane crashed out of the falling barrage with neat edges, and then like the wounded rolling out of the fire, it rotated wildly in the narrow one-kilometer safety zone between the barrage groups, and the four auxiliary thrusters on the belly of the fighter were extinguished and rekindled, spewing furious flames, desperately slowing down, and the fuselage shook like a piece of paper in the wind, and finally stopped castration on another piece of the barrage matrix that passed by, and continued to rush into the sky, ten meters below the belly of the plane, a large piece of falling barrage matrix swished by, close at hand, Standing from a distance, the fighter plane seems to be climbing the wall, climbing and flying against the raging barrage.

In the next 0.8 seconds, the angry phoenix bent between the cracks and soared into the sky with impunity. In the absence of early warning support, complete blind evasion.

This heart-wrenching scene is known only to the heavens and the earth, and only the bright stars and the silent night sky are witnessed.

And VV's condition in the cockpit has been miserable, her heart rate has skyrocketed to twice the original, gasping hungrily in the dialysate, after the main engine is turned off, the whirling weightlessness and the terrifying lack of oxygen at the same time, and the 180-degree flip and reverse deceleration action completed by the angry phoenix just now made her want to vomit, clenched her silver teeth and ate the nausea back continuously.

After riding the roller coaster, you can vomit in the dark. But now, if a "wow" spitting in a hyperbaric chamber, the filth will follow the dialysate into the respiratory tract at any time and block the trachea, which will be fatal.

This 0.8 second is comparable to hell for VV, and it is impossible to die. The most severe are nausea and hypoxia, and the two reinforce each other, causing symptoms to worsen dramatically. Her eyes were black from lack of oxygen, and even though her lungs were full of water, they were still as hot as fire and dry as roast. And the nausea pushed back of his teeth one after another, and he had to bite the sun to puff up before he could bear it. At this moment, she developed a claustrophobia, feeling that this cramped cockpit was a coffin, and she would vomit in the coffin and die in the coffin, soak in the coffin, until the end of eternity.