"Do something! I can't take it anymore! I shouted.

The empire is very large, and the emperor has a lot of things to do, and I don't think he can notice a small fighter-gunboat head-to-head in an asteroid belt. At this time, it is more reliable to have the driver next to you......

"What can I do?!" Sylvia's anxiety was not inferior to mine, "They are a pilot and a fire controller, I only have myself, and you are a burden!" ”

Burdensome fart, without me, you would still be being held by the crew on the cargo ship.

"Don't you have any ideas? Chief of staff! "It seems that she is indeed at the end of her rope, and she has actually come to me, the defense force, for advice.

"Looking for cover?" I blurted out.

When under artillery fire, lying down and finding a nearby shelter is the most common and effective way. But now this occasion ......

"Great idea!" Sylvia complimented, and the plane swerved and headed toward a nearby asteroid.

At the moment when the asteroid passed by, the barrage overhead finally paused for a moment. If I could, I would have loved to hide behind this asteroid for the rest of my life, but the plane was so fast that it couldn't slow down for a while. So Sylvia made another big turn and flew towards another asteroid.

"Can't you just stay a little longer behind one?" I yelled.

"Shut up!" She yelled the same in a dialect I didn't understand.

The asteroid belt is sparse and the asteroids are of all sizes, and occasionally we can find a larger one - ranging from a few hundred meters to several kilometers in diameter - and we can be safe for a few more moments, but sometimes we can only choose to take shelter for a moment behind some rocks that are not much larger than an airplane.

Frequent acceleration, deceleration, and change of direction afflicted me. I was still clutching a torpedo, and there were a few violent movements that almost made me throw the baby away.

"Slow down, I'm going to grab a rock for a shield!" I ordered. Although I don't have much energy left, it's actually easier for me to catch my breath with a physical shield to support it.

Sylvia immediately chose a stone the size of an airplane and flew over. I carefully hid the torpedo on the other side of the lightning, then grabbed the rock and held it between us and the thunderhawk.

Whew, it's finally relaxing.

The barrage of explosive arrows fired by the Thunderhawk did not diminish in the slightest, and occasionally fired a few lasers, but this small asteroid was obviously not as fragile as an aircraft with complex structure and delicate parts, and although the stone chips were scattered, the overall structure was intact.

I wonder if we can hold on to this rock until we destroy the enemy ship......

However, before I could calm my breath, the stone above our heads suddenly exploded silently, and the fragmented rubble made Sylvia scramble for a while. Looking into the distance, the Thunder Eagle was pointing at us with the thick main cannon on its back, and a faint light smoke emanated from the muzzle.

"Look at your bad idea!" Sylvia shouted. I knew she was just babbling to vent her nerves.

It seems that there is really no way, I can't drag the too big stones, and the ones that are too small are vulnerable to the enemy's main artillery.

"Sit tight, we're going to speed up!" Sylvia suddenly reminded in a loud voice, "Drop the torpedo first!" Fight with it. ”

It turns out that she has always maintained an acceleration below 3g? No wonder Fang was beaten so wolf.

But if we throw away the torpedoes, what will we do to attack the battleship later? Forget it, why do you care about that at this time, there will be no delay if it is destroyed......

I let go of the torpedo grip and shouted, "All right! ”

Then, I realized that the bad was just beginning.

The next moment, the thunder and lightning suddenly shook violently, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment. I knew its thrusters were reaching their limits. The cockpit and the seats, whatever was around me was exerting tremendous force on me, and I was tossed in all directions like a leaf in a hurricane. The massive acceleration of more than ten g instantly squeezed the blood all over my body into my head, almost squeezing it, and the next moment it was all evacuated and squeezed into my lower body, causing me to suffer from cerebral hypoxia and ischemia. My eyes were red and black, and when I didn't have a moment of clarity, my internal organs were tumbling as if they were boiling. I knew the plane was spinning rapidly, but I didn't have the ability to look out the window. …,

The emperor is on top, and this means is used to get rid of the barrage, and I would rather be killed by a bomb.

The psionic shield dissipated, but the plane was no longer dangerous, and it flew out of the barrage-covered area. In the face of Thunderbolt's incomparable maneuvering superiority, Thunderhawk's clumsiness was unobstructed.

After a few moments, Sylvia steadied herself and began to gasp for air. Obviously, even if she has been specially trained, her female body can't be much stronger than me after all, and such a terrifying maneuver overload is also a great test for her.

How long can she fly like this?

In the distance, Thunderhawk was turning to turn the nose of the attempted plane at us, and before it could do so, Sylvia slammed the joystick and rushed towards Thunderhawk. Immediately afterward, Thunderhawk adjusted his stance and rained down on us again. Before I could reopen my shield, Sylvia twisted the joystick violently, causing Raiden to resume the maneuver that she had just done before, avoiding the barrage in a spiraling trajectory. In an instant, the thunderbolt had already flown under the belly of the thunder eagle, suddenly raised his head, fired two lasers at its abdomen, and then threw the thunder eagle behind.

"Stupid, don't you know that Thunderhawk's belly is the thickest part of the armor?" I reprimanded loudly.

Unlike the usual ground combat vehicles, which are sturdy on all sides and have a fragile roof under the roof, the Thunderhawk has to brave anti-aircraft fire to force a landing, and the armor in the belly is pervertedly thick. I've seen Space Marine parachutes, and those Thunderhawks brave a barrage of lasers and missiles to land safely, like a flying steel fortress. Those shots just got our blood pumping, but when Thunderhawk turned out to be our opponent, it didn't feel good.

Sylvia retorted with little confidence, "Of course I know, I aimed at the thruster and missed. I'm a little dizzy. ”

I was shocked. After a long period of high-load flight, my pilot finally lost his body and began to decline.

"That head-up attack from where I was just a beautiful move, isn't it? I invented it myself, oh, it's called the Sylvia cobra. She was like a child who had just done something wrong, eager to turn over some grades and wait for the adults to praise her.

Pretty fart, that moment of overload made me blind, I didn't see it. I replied angrily: "Don't think that I am a defense force and have little knowledge, I have never seen a certain woodcutter's cobra maneuver but have heard of it." ”

"He's a getaway tactic when he's bitten his tail, not aggressive like me." She discerned. As he spoke, he steered the plane to a sharp deceleration and climb, dodging a shell chasing from behind, "Look, this is Pugachev's Cobra." ”

I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with her, and if I stay here, even if I don't get killed by the enemy, I'll be killed by this plane. Counting on her is no longer able to achieve the final victory, and her fate is still in her own hands after all.

"Put on a mask and open the air bottle. I'm going out for a bit. I pointed to the canopy, put on my breathing mask, and plugged in the snorkel.

"What? Looking for death? ”

"Motion sickness, go out and breathe."