Chapter 427: Fierce

"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
With red eyes, Cheero roared three times in a row, and then rushed to the battlefield with the sky full of fighters.
There are still hundreds of meters away, and all the hundreds of fighters lined up at different heights have launched an attack frenzy.
Without exception, all crocodile pilots chose particle beam attacks.
A hundred particle beams, like a hundred lightsabers, penetrated the void and covered the battlefield densely.
At this time, no matter Chero or other crocodile people, they have already lost sight of the goal.
There were a hundred fighters in the Scorpion Fox fighter group, at this time there were only more than 20 fighters left.
And almost every fighter plane has one to several monsters hanging on it, and occasionally a few missed, have been stared at by the monsters, their fall is almost doomed.
Instead of letting them die under the fangs of cruel monsters, Chero believed that they would be more willing to let their comrades and clansmen send them on the road.
The dense beam of particles instantly reached the center of the battlefield.
In an instant, at least hundreds of monsters were pierced by particle beams, and some were even pierced by a few particle beams.
Large patches of blood fell into the air, and mists of blue smoke rose from the hard rocky mountain on the ground.
In the next moment, almost none of the crocodile men, including Chero, believed what they saw.
There were hundreds of hideous, ugly and terrifying monsters, and only a dozen of them dragged a large rain of blood to the ground.
More monsters just shook their bodies slightly, as if they had no sense of pain, their speed suddenly increased, and they rushed towards Chero's fighter group.
"Did the message go back?"
Cheero slammed into a more energy-saving laser weapon while roaring in the team channel.
"The picture here. It has been passed to the base, and there is no response yet."
The communications liaison of the Wing Soul Fighter Brigade hurriedly responded.
"Brothers, don't wait for any response. When they work out the results, everything is too late."
"Kill it. Killing one monster is enough, kill two, we can make one more..."
"Mok, we drag them, you avoid them and fly to the sky, when you reach the right place, you can directly cast nuclear fission huge bombs, don't consider our safety."
Brazenly pounced on the monster flying over the sky. Chero's roar didn't stop for a moment.
"Received, boss."
In the Wing Soul Fighter Brigade, a fighter that did not belong to this team or the scorpion fox team that had been destroyed quickly left the formation. The slightly bloated fuselage dragged a strong tail flame and quickly climbed to the sky.
It was too late to take a closer look at whether the bomber carrying the nuclear fission bomb was chased by monsters. Faced with several monsters rushing up aggressively, Chero controlled the fighter plane to greet him.
The intertwined particle beams and laser rays illuminate a large area of ​​space, and groups of monsters and the groups of units that form the battle team violently collide together in this void.
It is indeed a violent collision. The speed of the wing beast was originally very amazing, but the monster that parasites the birth of the wing beast turned out to be faster than the wing beast itself.
They do not have long-range attack capabilities. He slammed into the fighter with his own flesh.
One face, at least thirty or forty monsters were almost shattered by the sharp nose.
And those fighters that hit the monsters, even if they were not destroyed by the monsters, when their blood was sprayed on the fuselage in large quantities, the fighters that ran into the smoke emitted waves of energy and lightning at the same time.
The damage of a fighter plane by blood corrosion is light and inevitable. When the transparent cockpit of the fighter plane is instantly pierced by monster blood, the crocodile pilot who is in it is also sprinkled with corroded blood, in extreme pain. The crocodile men screamed and crashed together with the fighter, or directly hit the mountain and exploded.
Looking at the light spots on the light screen of the fighter console, which represent the number of fighters, almost sharply decrease. The distraught Chero controlled a flexible fighter plane to sweep an oncoming monster into a sieve, and then slammed down sideways to avoid another monster's attack.
Good overall view. In the fierce battle, Cheiro still guaranteed a certain sense.
It was simply out of proportion. A hundred fighters killed about fifty or sixty monsters in a matter of tens of seconds.
As for the number of fighters, at least more than 30 were lost in a single encounter.
Two monsters, change to a fighter plane.
Such a ratio is simply unacceptable to Chero.
But the fact is like this. If those monsters also have long-range attack methods like Thunder Beasts, Chero believes that three fighters may not be able to return a monster's death.
At this time, thinking about everything is unnecessary.
Seeing more monsters flying out of the mountains, without knowing that thousands of blacks flew over under pressure, Chero issued instructions to let the fighters disperse the formation, avoiding the monsters to attack as much as possible.
The destruction of the Wing Soul fighter group was already foreseeable.
At this time, Chero had no thoughts, just wanted to kill more monsters by all means.
In addition, it wants to use the remaining fifty-plus Wing Soul fighters to drag these terrifying monsters as much as possible and buy more time for the bombers.
"Boss, I have reached the designated height and can launch a huge nuclear fission bomb at any time."
In addition to criss-crossing particle beams and laser beams, there were bursts of warplane flares. Chelo, who had almost ignored everything, heard the information on the communication channel, and his mouth showed a strange smile.
Relief, or comfort.
Reluctant, or expect.
With a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, and looking at the light spot on the light screen that was still rapidly dwindling at this time, Chero made a decision quickly.
With a hundred fighters in the Wingsoul Brigade, only 13 fighters remained at this time.
Not reconciled, Che Luo just wanted to take a look at Mine City.
It wanted to know what the current mining city was like.
Whether there are still people living there, or more humans, or it has become a sea of ​​monsters.
These are not important anymore. The huge nuclear fission bomb that is about to fall from high altitude will destroy the entire mine city, even the mountains within a certain distance.
Climbing quickly to high altitude, and seeing a fighter that was about to be pounced by monsters several times, it was often avoided at the most important juncture.
It only took tens of seconds to rush to the sky above the mine city. At this time, all the light spots on the light screen of the fighter main console had disappeared.
After using several tricks in a row, it avoided a group of monsters flying over.
When the unavoidable monster was about to submerge the fighter, he glanced at the mine city on the ground, Chero's eyes widened, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, high in the sky, the huge nuclear fission bomb with the sound of breaking through the air was falling rapidly from the sky.