Wings of the Starry Sky One hundred and seventy-three, the Messenger

One hundred and seventy-three, the messenger

The whole attack was first launched by four electronic storm jammers, as soon as they left the nebula, they immediately activated all kinds of jamming equipment on board, this is an invisible attack, although it does not destroy or damage anything physical, but the coverage is large, just silent, the whole space is already within the control range of these jammers.

"The jammer has been activated, Tulip One, the short-range and long-distance communications of the Imperial fleet have been suppressed by our army for the time being, and they will not be able to issue a warning of attack in a short time."

"Well done, Prowler One." Risen gave a thumbs up to the officer on the screen.

"Sir, the Empire must have discovered that their communication system has been interfered with, they will definitely take measures to try to break through our interference, it is unlikely that we will be able to completely suppress the enemy's communications during the entire attack, if we can't destroy or paralyze the enemy ship's communication system in time, the Empire's outpost will soon be warned of an attack." The officer warned.

"I understand, you stay where you are, and we'll take care of the rest." Risen nodded.

"All fighters, follow me." With a slight push from his left hand, he turned the thrust lever up to his head and activated the afterburner...... One by one, the lightning starfighters rushed out of the nebula at high speed, heading towards the Imperial fleet in the distance.

"Now start the countdown," an officer in a white combat uniform commanded the six assault ships of the Storm Strike Group, "and the three-minute sortie countdown." ”

"Captain," one of the commando soldiers nervously shook the ground energy rifle in his hand. Worriedly asked, "Won't we wait for our fighters to clear the Empire's escort ships and fighters before breaking into the battlefield?" Once attacked, we will die an ugly death. ”

"Hey, don't worry, kid." The officer leaned against the cabin wall with his arms in his arms, his face calm, "There are our war heroes, I believe." No empire has a chance to get close to assault ships. ”

On the bridge of a cruiser of the Empire.

A communications officer was sweating profusely as he reported. "Captain. Even if we improve our communication system through amplitude modulation, we can only ensure ground contact with nearby friendly ships and escort fighters, but that's all, not to mention subspace communication in a short period of time, but with our military outposts in our own galaxy. I can't get in touch at all. ”

"Keep trying, in every way you know." The Imperial lieutenant commander ordered anxiously, and he glanced again at the dense red dots on the screen that were rapidly approaching the convoy, and the green dots that represented his own fighters on the interception seemed so sparse and pitiful in comparison.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead one by one, and he secretly scolded the intelligence system. Those guys are all a bunch of rice buckets. It was also said that this was a safe route, but judging by the number shown on the screen, there were at least five or six fighter squadrons of enemy aircraft. More than twice as many fighters as there were on their side, so many fighters, that meant that there were rebel space carriers, or at least battleships, just near what they thought was a safe route.

It was invaded by the rebels' main warship and was unaware of it, and thought that it would be a safe route. The captain's face was as dark as water, very ugly: no wonder the empire has been defeated repeatedly in the confrontation with the rebels, no wonder the empire has a huge military force, but there is no way to deal with the weak rebels, reconnaissance and intelligence warfare are lost to this part, even if there is more military strength, I am afraid it will be useless, and as the combat strength of the rebels is rising day by day, the possibility of the empire winning this battle is getting smaller and smaller.

"Sir, our escort fighters have made contact with the rebel fighters....... one of the crew members reported, "and it looks like they're not in a good situation." ”

Of course it's not good, the quality of the fighters is not as good as the rebels, the number is twice as bad, if the situation can still be called wonderful, then it won't turn the sky upside down? The lieutenant colonel thought angrily, and he asked again, "What is the state of the communication system now?" How sure are ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the communications officer silently shake his head wordlessly, and his words immediately stopped, and he understood what the communications officer meant.

"Recall our fighters." He pondered for a moment and made up his mind.

"Recall? Captain? The communications officer was stunned.

"That's right, order them to get out of the fight, out of contact with the rebel fighters, retreat at full speed to our outpost, and ask for reinforcements." The lieutenant colonel said word by word, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.

"Yes, Captain, recall your fighters, disengage from combat contact, and retreat to the outpost." The Communications Officer hesitated to repeat his superior's order......

It was a wreckage tactic, and without the protection of the fighters, the entire attack force of the rebels would inevitably be concentrated on four escort ships, and the two cruisers would bear the brunt of the attack, which would be attacked by so many enemy aircraft

It won't be long.

But he also has no choice, the number of starfighters on the side is small, even if it can temporarily delay the attack of the rebels, it can't delay too much time, if the communication can't be restored, then there is only one final fate waiting for this transport fleet, that is, destruction.

In that case, since your fighters can play a small role in battle, it is better to simply order them to play another role: messengers. The range of action of the rebel jammers is limited, once these fighters can fly out of the range of the rebel jammers, they can directly call the outpost to send reinforcements, the rebels will definitely not ignore these messengers, and this can also attract some rebel fighters from the rebel host group of the attacking fleet, dispersing the rebel attack force, although it may be of limited use.

In fact, he already knew in his heart that no matter whether he could summon reinforcements from all sides, the task of escorting the convoy had failed, and the fate of the transport fleet had already been doomed, the rebels were such a powerful attack force, they would definitely be able to sink the three weak transport ships before the imperial reinforcements arrived, and then calmly evacuate, it was useless to resist, what could be done now was to save, if the reinforcements arrived in time, maybe they could save the fate of these warships, those young pilots, if they were lucky enough to get rid of the pursuit of the rebels, Maybe some people survived, and there was no need to die with the mortal fleet.

However, his determination was still too late, he should have done it when the rebel fighters first appeared, he should have done it when he found that his communications were jammed, when the Alliance's starfighters were still far away from the fleet, and the retreating fighters might still have a chance, and now, in this asymmetrical battle with more and less fighting, the Imperial fighters had lost more than a third of them in just such a brief contact, and most of the remaining fighters were entangled by enemy planes, and they were lucky to get out of the fight, There are only three fighters left the battlefield......

"Tulip One, two Imperial fighters, a Super Banshee, a Banshee, your direction of half past nine, is accelerating out of the battlefield, and their direction, well, is retreating towards the Imperial outpost." The keyhole warning and control machine, which had been monitoring every move on the entire battlefield, immediately reported this information to Risson.

"We can't let them just escape, we can't give enemy aircraft the opportunity to notify the Imperial outpost to issue a warning, to notify the nearest fighter to go and intercept." Risen immediately ordered, he looked at the screen, turned the nose of the plane, and continued, "Well, I noticed them, it seems that I am relatively close to them, leave it to me to deal with, Jessica, your detachment come with me, the battle here is in charge of the Angel Wing, the rest of the Tulip Squadron supports the Angel Wing, and destroy the remnants of the Imperial Fighters as soon as possible, the attack on the communication system of the Imperial Warship is the responsibility of the Thunderbird Wing Captain, be quick, the Rose Squadron continues to cover the lock 01 and the Prowler Squadron." ”

"No problem, man." Schneier nodded at him on the screen.

"Tulip One, leave it to us, this time the captain is not here, and no one will compete with us for the results." Yasilia replied loudly.

"Captain, I'll follow you." Jessica's fighter detachment quickly broke away from the fierce battle, following behind Risen and his wingman, the pilots of the Imperial fighters were really lacking in skills, and now they were unable to protect themselves, and they had no ability to cover or interfere with their movements, so they could only come and go as they pleased.

"Be careful, at the moment we are in control of the situation, we have lost a fighter, I don't want us to lose any more, many of us here are fighting for the first time."

"Don't worry, Tulip One, I can feel that the Imperial fighter pilots are no longer as tenacious as before, they have no intention of fighting at the moment, and this air battle is actually over." Yasilia said with confidence.

"I hope so, then I'll leave it to you, and I'll see you later, Tulip One, over." Risen smiled and turned off the comms.

He focused his attention back on the two evacuated Imperial fighters in front of him, the Banshee had been thrown off by his companions, and the Super Banshee was definitely faster than the Banshee.

"It's really troublesome, it's really fast," Resson frowned, although the speed of lightning was also faster than that of the Super Banshee, it was not too fast, and it was not so easy to catch up with the enemy planes that had already taken the lead.

At this distance, Risen did not expect these missiles to hit the enemy plane, he only hoped that it would be enough to block them, force the enemy plane to make a maneuver to evade, and delay the retreat of the enemy plane.

He slammed the aiming circle into the Super Banshee, which was a little farther away, and when the green signal light came on, he said softly, "Fire." ”

An image recognition missile broke away from the Lightning Fighter's cockpit and chased straight after the Super Banshee in the distance....... One hundred and seventy-three, the messenger