Chapter 107 Fierce Battle

In the packed spectator seats, the generals stood up one after another.

They watched blankly as the three space carriers spread out in front of their eyes, and watched blankly as the giant black whales that originally had no seams on their bodies gradually spread out in rows and columns in the endless universe.

Go to a school of piranhas.

At this time, it is redundant to use any language to describe my mood.

The tail streams of light that light up silently are such a gorgeous and magnificent picture. They stretch endlessly in the silent universe, like a sea of ​​light.

This scene is like a big hammer, hitting the hearts of the generals again and again, making them unable to breathe.

"God!" Admiral Medina clenched his fists tightly and stared at the screen.

"This is unbelievable!" Admiral Freese had already left the auditorium. He was running back and forth in front of the surrounding Skynet screen, looking up obsessively at the ships on the screen more than thirty meters high.

Battleship, his cheeks were trembling with excitement.

More generals stood there with confused and shocked eyes, looking up and around.

There is endless void all around. The twinkling stars and the red nebula in the distance seem to be within reach.

They swallowed hard and wanted to say something, but they couldn't. They could only let their violently beating hearts hit their chests again and again, and spurt nearly boiling blood to every corner of their bodies.

On the screen, the three space carriers of the bandits completed the attack in less than a minute. Countless warships, driven by the tail launchers, were like arrows leaving the string.

Generally, it shoots towards the asteroid belt.

The camera on the screen is moving with the advance of the bandit warship.

The asteroid belt, filled with snow-like dust, quickly grew in size right in front of our eyes and came towards us.

Finally, the battleship broke through the dust and rushed into the white world. Pumice stones floated, moved, and rotated in the white dust, and then quickly swept behind them.

Beside him, black ships moved forward one after another.

This vigorous and ferocious black figure is like a pack of rushing wolves. It roars, runs, and takes the lead alternately.

In front of them, tens of thousands of fighter planes stretched out their wings, pulling out streaks of dust and smoke that were either straight, curved, or entangled in the white asteroid belt.

Like nimble and swift petrels, they rolled in the air and passed between the pumice stones.

"Approaching the Second Mixed Fleet of the Thirty-Second Army, distance, 50,000 kilometers..." The referees in the referee area also stood up. The chief referee announced the data loudly while looking at the computer screen.

"Forty thousand kilometers!"

"Thirty thousand kilometers!"

"Twenty thousand kilometers!"

“Ten thousand kilometers!!!”

The distance was shortening rapidly, and the referee's voice became louder and louder, becoming more urgent and nervous.

Fighter planes and warships, like a torrent of steel, surged and rolled in the asteroid belt, rolling up huge waves, and rushed towards the Second Mixed Fleet of the Thirty-second Group Army parked outside the asteroid belt.

To the east of the asteroid belt, the Second Mixed Fleet, consisting of more than two hundred large and small battleships, was quietly suspended in the void.

Although these Feiyang warships have already arranged a defensive formation along the asteroid belt. The bow energy main guns of each warship are aimed at the asteroid belt, waiting for the bandit fleet to appear and attack them head-on. However,

They were directly blocked to level 10 by the opponent's electronic interference. In fact, they didn't know what they were about to face.

They didn't know whether the bandit army would use the central theater as the main direction of attack. They didn't know what was happening on the left and right wings, and they didn't know that their formation was so thin and fragile in the face of the oncoming torrent.

No one can remind them.

The observation room was completely closed, and even the fortress commander Wu Kun was unable to pass on the news. Like all the Feiyang generals, he just stood there dumbfounded, looking at the tsunami-like waves with horrified eyes.

, pounced on the people who were still leisurely fishing on the bow of the yacht in the beautiful wind and sunshine.

Perhaps it is this kind of anxious onlooker's perspective that makes us see more clearly and more thrillingly!

The bandit fleet did not adopt any surprise tactics. Nor did they need it. This was a head-on battle, and their purpose was to tell all the soldiers who were still intoxicated by Feiyang's power that it was time to wake up from their dreams!

A fighter plane flew out of the asteroid belt.

Its tail detector and the four detectors on the

The streamlined fuselage rolled sideways and suddenly pressed downwards. Like an arrow with an erratic trajectory, it quickly approached the main formation of the Second Mixed Fleet.

Behind it, one after another, vigorous fighter planes emerged from the dust.

Under the influence of these endless fighter wings, the solidified dust in the asteroid belt was like pulled cloud threads, protruding one by one, stretching out countless long tentacles in the sky.

How spectacular it is when tens of thousands of fighter planes protrude into the asteroid belt.

Like arrows, like meteors, like dense spraying bullets!

Their speed makes people feel as if they can hear their sharp whistling sound in the silent universe.

"Oh my God!" A captain of the Second Mixed Fleet opened his mouth wide as he looked at the roaring fighter jets. He had no idea that the pipe in his mouth had fallen to the ground.

"Is that... the fighter plane of the bandit army?" A shooter with a rotating turret looked blankly at the group of fighter planes covering the sky and the sun on the transparent turret dome, and murmured to his companions.

His companion did not speak. He just looked at the fire control radar in confusion. The dense light spots made it impossible for him to select a target to lock on.

Seven or eight fighter planes passed by the side windows, their wings almost touching the body of the battleship.

As soon as this group of vigorous petrels passed by the stern of the ship, another group of fighter jets descended from above like falcons, passed through the fleet formation, and then circled a U-shaped trajectory from below, climbing straight up.

Every battleship in the Second Mixed Fleet and every porthole were filled with fighter planes flying in the sky.

"Fire! Fire!" The captains who reacted frantically ordered.

The battleship's turret began to rotate, and the main energy cannon simulated firing at a rate of one every three minutes. The fire control radar was frantically locking on the target, and each simulated battle data was quickly sent to the data collector in the director's department.

However, this is just a meaningless struggle.

As the bandit fighter planes approached again and again, they dived, locked on, and opened fire. The alarms of every warship were screaming.

With the data feedback from the data collector, the battleship icon flashed on the screen. First, the bow, port side or outer defense areas turned red, and then the energy shield faded away like the blood on everyone's face.

Later, the icon light turned completely red and went out, and the data was no longer accepted by the collector.

This means that the battleship has been ruled out!

On the "destroyed" battleship, Feiyang's officers and soldiers had stopped fighting. They rushed to the portholes and watched countless vulture-like bandit fighter planes wreaking havoc among the battleships.

Other warships, under the orders of the fleet commander, began to retreat.

The entire formation of the Second Mixed Fleet has been torn apart. The surviving battleships are desperately moving towards the center, trying to protect the battleship formation at the rear and cover the two space carriers that are retreating while releasing fighter planes.

The soldiers stared intently at the two motherships in the fleet of Yingying fighter planes, and at their own fighter planes that ejected into space and faced the bandits. Their hearts were already in their throats.

That is the last hope of the Second Mixed Fleet. As long as it can withstand this wave of attacks by the bandits, the fleet can win five to ten minutes to launch a counterattack against the opponent's space carrier.

The turrets were rotating, the fighter planes were flying... This silent battle was far more tragic than the real war.

The battleship's indicator lights went out one by one, turning into a motionless gray.

The hearts of the Feiyang soldiers were also sinking.

The battle loss rate of the fleet has exceeded 40%. If it were on a real battlefield, this would almost be the bottom line of defeat.

Facing the enemy's almost murderous attack, how many people can be strong enough to face death without changing their expressions? How many commanders will indifferently watch their beloved battleships and soldiers under their command being raped without making a choice?

Avoid and retreat?

Leaving lives and battleships behind may play a greater role in the future, and preserve every bit of extremely precious power for this country.

And if you choose to risk everything in this almost one-sided situation, even if you win, you may be sent to a military court!

On the communication channel, the calm instructions of His Excellency, Commander of the Second Mixed Fleet can also be heard.

This lieutenant general, who was deeply loved by the officers and soldiers, did not panic. Every order he gave was so precise and timely. It was under his command that the Second Mixed Fleet was not attacked in the first place.

Time has fallen into uncontrollable chaos, and only then can we survive the heavy losses until now!

The battle has reached its climax.

Thousands of bandit fighter planes are launching a final crazy attack. According to the energy and ammunition capacity of the fighter planes, as long as the fleet can survive the last minute or two, the situation will change!

Beside the porthole, the first batch of fighter planes have already returned, flying in the direction they came from.

The officers and soldiers of the Second Mixed Fleet were praying. Many of them crossed themselves on their chests while watching several bandit fighter planes fly towards the white asteroid belt.

However, just when everyone had just ignited a little spark of hope, suddenly, everyone's eyes were fixed on the asteroid belt in front of the fighter plane.

The dust was broken open, and one after another, the bandit warships revealed their unique and ferocious collision angles. The majestic black bodies, like ancient heavily armored knights, emerged from the rocks in the sky. They were densely packed, occupying the entire

Vision.

The hand making the sign of the cross stopped feebly.

The officers and soldiers looked at each other sadly and let out a long sigh. They seemed to be able to hear the voice of the chief referee who stood up solemnly in the fortress viewing room hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, echoing in the lonely hall.
Chapter completed!