"General, look, Viking fighters!" In the command center of the Longtan base, the exhausted Guo Ling was leaning on the spacious seat behind the command platform and closing his eyes to recuperate, but suddenly a staff officer shouted excitedly in his ears.

"What's it called? Lao Tzu knew that the Viking fighter fleet had been dispatched! Guo Ling, who was awakened, frowned and scolded the "yelling" staff officer in a deep voice with some displeasure.

"No, no, general, that Viking fighter flew from the direction of Tianshentai, it seems, it seems to be the fighter piloted by my uncle!" The staff officer blushed and stammered as he pointed to the small holographic screen in front of him and explained aloud to Guo Ling, who looked displeased.

"Where?" Before the staff officer's voice fell, Guo Ling's heart jumped, Huo Ran jumped up from his seat, rushed to the staff officer's side with a bang, and asked anxiously.

"Look, General! Frontier 870 Heights, a minute ago, because the battle situation was too critical, the land company responsible for holding the high ground sent a covering fire bombardment request, and the heavy artillery group had entered the firepower coordinates of the high ground, and I was about to reassess the battle situation of the position, but I didn't expect it......" The staff officer pointed to the Viking fighter on the holographic screen, which was wielding a multi-barreled heavy machine gun and a laser rapid-fire cannon to kill the insects, and explained in detail to Guo Ling.

"Adjust the angle of view and zoom in on the number of that Viking fighter's fuselage!" Before the staff officer's words were finished, he was interrupted by Guo Ling's deep voice.

"Yes, General!" The staff officer answered in a loud voice, and hurriedly sat down for a crackling operation. With the skillful operation of this staff officer, the lens on the holographic screen changed suddenly, and the white "053" number on the fuselage of the Viking fighter was impressively presented in front of Guo Ling's eyes.

"That's right! It's the Viking fighter that my uncle piloted that belongs to the air service brigade directly under the headquarters! Guo Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, and he excitedly patted the staff officer on the shoulder and shouted.

"General, then, do you want to fire covering the forward position?" Although Guo Ling looked very thin, his "iron palm" strength was not weak, and it actually made the staff officer's shoulder hurt for a while, and he raised his head with grinned teeth, and subconsciously asked the young commander.

"Shoot a fart! Do you want your aunt's life? Girl, you want to rebel! Guo Ling turned his head and glared fiercely when he heard this, and this subordinate, who suddenly became a little second, couldn't help but reprimand him loudly.

"Uh......" The poor staff officer's face was bruised and white when he was scolded by Guo Ling, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Immediately inform the commander of the Viking fighter fleet and ask him to immediately dispatch a team of Viking fighters to the position there to support my uncle! Immediately transmit the coordinates of the position to the Viking Fleet Commander, and correct the fire coordinates transmitted to the Heavy Artillery Cluster, with the high ground as the center, and let the Heavy Artillery Group fire interruptively one kilometer away from the perimeter, cutting off the follow-up reinforcements of the Alien Troops! Guo Ling threw down the aggrieved staff officer, walked back to the command platform quickly, stretched out his hand to click on the holographic topographic map, found the so-called forward 870 heights, and ordered in a deep voice to the colonel's adjutant who hurried over.

"Yes, General!" The colonel's adjutant hurriedly answered in a loud voice, followed by a slower tone, and suggested to Guo Ling in a low voice: "General, do you need to send a reserve team to pick up your uncle?" ”

"Where is Shen Hu's Hawkeye First Detachment now?" The colonel's adjutant's suggestion suddenly reminded Guo Ling, and he asked in a deep voice without frowning.

"Captain Yang, quickly transmit the real-time coordinate data of the first detachment of Hawkeye to the command platform!" Hearing this, the colonel's adjutant hurriedly turned around and shouted to the other staff officer.

"Roger, Teleporting Sir!" As the staff officer was busy and busy, in the hologram of the command platform in front of Guo Ling, there were suddenly a few more blue dots of light representing the medical transport plane. Those transport planes were responsible for transporting the Hawkeye No. 1 Special Operations Detachment to Tianshen Peak to carry out the mission of finding Haoyi.

"Immediately recall the first detachment of Hawkeye, let them reroute to the forward 870 heights immediately, and reinforce Uncle Ying!" Seeing that the position of those transport planes was almost close to the edge of the Tianshen Platform, Guo Ling said categorically, slammed the edge of the command platform with an iron fist, gritted his teeth and commanded in a deep voice: "Tell Shen Hu that at all costs, you must escort your uncle back unscathed!" ”

"Da Da Da!" On the 870 heights of the front, the Viking fighter numbered 053 carried a multi-barreled heavy machine gun that had been beaten red, stepped on the corpses of alien insects on the ground, and strode towards the direction of Tico City. Behind him, the surviving Marines were using the few remaining ammunition to dispel one or two jumping worms that had leaked through the Viking firepower net.

"Snort......" originally seemed to be able to successfully swallow the remnants of the marines, but unexpectedly, it was a mess by the Viking fighter that came out halfway, and the insects that surrounded the 870 highlands finally became furious, let out a roar of anger, and rushed towards the breakthrough team with teeth and claws.

"Woohoo! Boom! A few jumping worms swooped down on the severed Marine Company captain from behind. The captain of the Marine Company, whose assault rifle suddenly jammed, suddenly jumped in his heart, and he was stunned in place, watching the claws of the jumping insects with a cold cyan glow slash down on his head. At this moment, the No. 053 Viking fighter that rushed to the forefront seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, and suddenly turned the muzzle of the laser rapid-fire cannon on its left arm, and gave a few shots to the jumping insects that were trying to sneak attack.

......The jumping worms hit by the rapid-fire laser cannon were all brains cracked and fell in front of the Marine Company captain's nose in mid-air. The jumping worm, which had been kicked in the head by the Viking fighter's right foot, fell heavily to the ground, struggling and twisting as it let out a series of terrible wails.

"Da Da Da!" The No. 053 Viking fighter did not give the worm that slipped through the net a chance to live, and it did not look at the multi-barreled heavy machine gun raised in its right arm, and the weakness of the belly exposed to the jumping worm that was rolling and wailing on the ground was a few heavy armor-piercing shells. After a dense rain of bullets and a disgusting splash of flesh and blood, the jumping worm's belly opened open, and finally stopped its useless struggle.

"Be careful!" Just as the No. 053 Viking fighter turned to cover the captain of the Marine Company that had fallen behind, the two cockroaches hiding behind the jumping insects in front of them suddenly aimed at the back of the Viking fighter and suddenly spewed out two strong acid solutions with cyan mist. And just as the two cockroaches opened their ugly bloody mouths, a Marine who noticed the cockroach's movement changed his face and hissed at the Viking fighter jet.

"Puff ......" Viking fighter No. 053, who heard the warning from the marines, was stagnant and stayed in place. Seeing that the two terrifying and powerful strong acid solutions were about to hit this Viking fighter, at this moment, another Viking fighter roared out of the black pressure of the cloud of gunpowder, quickly transformed and landed, and blocked behind the Viking fighter No. 053.

......The Viking fighter plane, which was hit by the two strong acid solutions in the left arm and abdomen, emitted billowing white smoke when it landed, and a burst of crackling electric sparks flashed out of the vital joints everywhere, and it was about to be destroyed. Just as it was about to fall, the cockpit canopy on its back popped open, and a bewildered lieutenant pilot jumped out and staggered to the ground.

"Dog's day, give Lao Tzu a death!" At this time, the No. 053 Viking fighter finally woke up, accompanied by a loud roar from Haoyi, suddenly came out of the external loudspeaker, and the multi-barreled heavy machine gun and laser rapid-fire cannon opened fire at the same time, and the two cockroaches were blown to the ground with a bloody blur and convulsions.

"Whoa, boom, boom!" Just as the No. 053 Viking fighter was frantically venting its anger, a terrible and rapid engine roar sounded above the head, and five or six Viking fighters roared out of the low-altitude clouds one after another, and a dense laser rapid-fire cannon smashed into the swarm like a goddess scattering flowers. As a ball of bright fireball soared, the howls of the insects rang out everywhere, and the bloody severed limbs and severed arms were thrown high into the air.

"Long live the Vikings!" The Marines who had escaped death couldn't help but be excited when they saw the Viking fighters displaying their might, and waved the rifle weapons in their hands high, which was a roar of excitement.

"I'm X! Come and grab Lao Tzu's "job"? In the external loudspeaker of the No. 053 Viking fighter, there was a somewhat teasing muttering sound from Hao Yi.

After the "buzz ......" bombarded the insect swarm indiscriminately, the three Viking fighters turned into a slamming slam around the No. 053 Viking fighter in a piercing and rapid sound, faintly protecting the 053 fighter in the middle.

"Uncle, Zhou Zhiqiang, captain of the 3rd Wing of the 1st Aviation Regiment of the 10th Near-Earth Combat Group Army Group, has been ordered to come to meet you!" The Viking fighter that was directly in front of the 053 fighter raised its left arm rapid-fire cannon and blasted several jumping insects in the distance into pieces, and then turned around and reported to himself in a loud voice.

"Answer?" Hao Yi, who was sitting in the cockpit of the No. 053 Viking fighter, tilted his head and was stunned, and then guessed that Guo Ling must have discovered him, so he would send someone to pick him up "in one more move".

"Okay, let's escort these Marines to safety first!" Haoyi, who was relieved, ordered loudly to the guy who claimed to be the captain of the Viking fighter through an external megaphone.

"Yes, uncle!" The Viking fighter replied again, and when he turned around, the multi-barreled heavy machine gun waving his right arm was a buzzing roar: "Nos. 907, 908, 909 air cover, Nos. 902, 905 follow me to cover my uncle!" Kill! As soon as the words fell, the muzzles of the multi-barreled heavy machine guns suddenly spat out a brilliant tongue of fire, and a dense rain of bullets knocked several jumping insects that tried to rush to the ground.

"Hey, my brothers are stunned, hurry up and follow!" Hao Yi, who was about to leave in a hurry with the Viking fighters, suddenly noticed that the marines were stunned in place, and suddenly turned around curiously and asked.

"Look at that!" A frightened and pale Marine raised his hand and pointed behind Hao Yi, stammering and shouting.