"Damn, I saw it, oh my God, more than a dozen weapons the size of daggers, emitting laser-like light, the seagulls were killed by it, the seagulls were killed by it!"

In a nearby F22, the pilot, who had witnessed all the passing, roared in horror.

Without waiting for him to launch the missile.

High in the air, the blood flashed, and eighteen flying swords instantly appeared in front of him, stabbing down fiercely.

Poof, the flying sword that swallowed the blood-colored sword slashed into the body, directly slashing the person and the fighter together.

Boom, an explosion sounded, and F22 exploded into a fireball and fell downward.

Destroying an F-22 again, eighteen flying swords tumbled up, like spinning blood-colored drills, and exploded seven or eight air-to-air missiles in the air.

Then, it turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt and fell from the sky, directly slashing the nearest F-22, and the bursting fragments scattered in all directions.

Puff puff~

The dense fragments of the fuselage shot the three surrounding F-22s into hedgehogs, and one of the pilots was pierced through the head by the transmitted debris on the spot, killing him instantly.

Smoke rose and the F-22 fell into free fall, falling headlong from a high altitude.

", what the hell is that! Killed me six F22s in the blink of an eye!"

Benjamin was shocked and angry, and the next second he instantly calmed down.

His fighter group can't afford to lose like this, and these pilots are the elite of the U.S. Naval Air Force!

"The enemy is too strong, withdraw, hurry up, withdraw for me!"

Colonel Benjamin's voice rang out over the Infinity Intercom.

The rest of the F22 pilots had already been frightened, and when they heard the captain's order, they hurriedly pulled the fighters up one by one and accelerated towards the sky.

Mom sells batches, and she still wants to run away when she provokes Lao Tzu, how can there be such a good thing!

Li Bad sneered, pinched the sword technique, and pointed out.

With a bang, the eighteen flying swords let out a violent tremble, turning into eighteen blood-colored lightning flashes and rushing forward.

"Damn, those things are following me, help, help!"

An F22 driver screamed in terror.

In the next second, eighteen flying swords passed through the air, directly shooting through the F22 fighter jet, shooting into a ball of fire.

"Thunder Eagle sacrificed, those things flew towards me, son of a bitch, he came to me!"

A driver shouted in a panic, drove the F22 around, dived at high speed, and did a reverse roll, trying to shake off the more than a dozen strange weapons behind him.

However, the reality was cruel, the blood-colored drill head composed of eighteen flying swords drew a blood-colored arc in mid-air, drilled down one end, and directly blasted it.

"Ah, hit, I'm hit......"

Boom, an explosion sounded, and a scorching fireball directly engulfed the driver's voice.

"Shit, shit!"

Listening to the screams of his pilots before their deaths, Colonel Benjamin was in a hurry.

"Retreat, retreat, all fly towards the base, all F22s listen to my orders, turn around, fly in the direction of the base, and lure those monsters to the attack range of the Guam base defense circle. ”

Benjamin said, piloting his fighter jet, making a sharp U-turn and slipping towards the lower Guam base.

However, as soon as he started, a bright ray of blood appeared in front of his eyes, Benjamin's eyes widened, and before he had time to fear, he felt that his eyes were red, and then the whole person's consciousness was swallowed up by boundless darkness.

Boom boom boom~

The blood-colored drill head composed of eighteen flying swords flew in the sky like lightning, drilling all the way, and the brilliant fireballs continued to explode in the sky.

On the sea not far from the Guam base, there is a US Independence-class littoral combat ship and two Ticonderoga-class cruisers docked.

Littoral combat ship of the Independence class, inside the conference module.

The display screen hanging on the wall transmits the battlefield ahead in real time.

At a round table directly in front of the display screen, four U.S. Navy generals are seated.

They are, Rear Admiral Wilson, commander of the Guam Naval Base, Captain Frankie, captain of the Independence-class Littoral Combat Ship, Lieutenant Commander Hunt of the CG-47 Ticonderoga-class cruiser, and Lieutenant Commander Philip, captain of the GG-49 Ticonderoga-class cruiser.

Looking at the real-time transmission of the F22 fighter flight screen on the display screen, Frankie took a sip of coffee on the table and said with a smile: "Your Excellency General, isn't it a bit of a fuss, 20 F22 Raptor fighters are enough to destroy that strange thing, and there is no need for our warship to play!"

Hearing this, Hunter put down his coffee, glanced at the F22 fighter jets flying in a team on the display, and said, "One minute, at most one minute, that blood-colored sphere will be destroyed by us."

Philip glanced at the monitor in front of him and shrugged his shoulders, although he didn't speak, the meaning was already obvious, and he felt that Wilson was a little too worried.

"You don't understand, there are ...... in this world"

As Wilson spoke, Philip suddenly stared at the monitor in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

"General, General. ”

Philip said in a trembling voice.

"What's wrong?"

Wilson, as well as Frankie and Hunter, turned around together, and this turn was immediately startled.

Frankie: "I'll go, Philip, what the hell is that look on your face!"

Philip trembled his hands, pointed to the display screen, and said, "F, F22 fighter, our F22 fighter group, all of them are wiped out!"

What the?

The F22 Fighter Brigade was wiped out!

Frankie and Hunter were shocked when they heard this, and quickly turned their heads to look at the display.

The picture played on the display screen is the picture of the flying sword slashing the last F22 fighter.

Hunter was stunned, his eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice, "So, what the hell is that?"

Frankie was also dumbfounded: "It seems to be a dagger, more than a dozen weapons the size of a dagger, emitting a laser-like light, oh my God, where did these things come from." ”

Just when the three of them were dumbfounded, the bells rang, and the voices of the deputy captains of each ship came from the internal communicator on the round table.

"Wei, General Wilson, we lost the radar signature of all 3 F22 fighters, 4, 5, 7...... Oh my God, we lost the radar signal of all F22 fighters. ”

"General, there is an unknown high-speed target moving towards us, very fast, there has appeared, God, it's a laser, a blood-colored laser ......"

The voice from the communicator was chaotic, and Wilson, Frankie, Hunter, and Philip all stood up.

Wilson's face changed drastically, and he grabbed the communicator and yelled: "Attack, radar lock, knock down all those damn things for me!"

On the surface of the sea, the blue waves ripple.

The blood-colored drill made up of eighteen flying swords flew all the way to this sea area.

Now that they have already done it head-on, there is no need to hide, and Li Bad is ready to take the initiative to attack and directly destroy the enemy's living forces.

Looking at the strange intruder that appeared on the radar display, under the operation of a group of naval soldiers, the three battleships raised their naval guns almost at the same time.

On the two Ticonderoga-class cruisers, the MK-26Mod5 dual-arm missile launchers, which can carry 44 missiles, were raised in the bow and stern.

The 16×8-pack MK-41 vertical launch system on the stern deck was also opened, and SM-2 anti-aircraft missiles slowly rose from the bomb bay.

Boom boom boom~

Naval guns roared, missiles roared.

The air defense systems on the battleship were all turned on.

Shells roared into the air, arrows rained down, and SM-2 anti-aircraft missiles dragged orange flame tails towards the Flying Wing Zero.

Countless shells and missiles were intertwined into a powerful anti-aircraft firepower network, enveloping all eighteen flying swords.

Swish!

The blood-colored drill composed of eighteen flying swords instantly changed direction, and with the various missiles tracking behind him, it swooped towards the three American warships in the distance.

(End of chapter)