Chapter 185: Crotan's final battle (12)

Combined with the calculation data from the optical quantum radar, the various turrets around the ship swept a fan-shaped projectile array that stretched for tens of kilometers toward the northern sky. The frictional light of the missile tail flame and the tearing airflow of the electromagnetic projectile lit up the dim sky.
Some guided missile pellets and precision strike missiles delineated arc-shaped trajectories in the air, accompanied by a "swish" whistling sound, and went straight to the oncoming Viking fighter group.
In the face of the intense rain, the Viking fighters quickly rotated in the air, making difficult evasive movements, diving all the way to the takeoff and landing platform of the mothership.
There is no doubt that the first round of attacks on this huge military fortress has been brewing for a long time, and the sky full of artillery is intertwined in the air into a big net that even seabirds can't fly out.
If the Viking fighter group insists on getting close to the mothership, it will inevitably pay a very heavy price.
You know this is a battlestar, a military fortress, want to force it? There is only a dead end!
Indeed, if it were a group of ordinary fighter planes, the pilots would have been frightened by the sky full of artillery fire, and then lost their will to fight. But unfortunately, what the Governor-General is facing is a group of air combat elites, a fearless division formed to deal with the locust plague-like Zerg troops.
The flying phalanx of the Viking warplane cluster changed from the original V-shaped attack formation to a wave rushing formation with extremely small row spacing.
The first group of Viking fighters let go of the radar interference, and after attracting most of the firepower, they pulled up, flipped, and flew back quickly with countless roaring gunfire. The Viking fighter at the back took this opportunity to accelerate and dive diagonally.
Another round of shelling came. After the second row of Viking fighters seduced countless artillery fires, they followed the example of the forerunners, carrying countless missiles and guided shells with the same tricks, pulling them up for a kilometer and shooting them away.
This scene was repeated several times in a row, and the remaining units of the Viking fighter group were getting closer and closer to the mothership.
Aldridge stayed for a long time looking at the scene on the screen that made people unable to help but swear.
"Combat team, what about those electromagnetic railguns? Why don't you open fire?"
The officer in charge of the electromagnetic railgun array squatted and said: "The rotation speed of the large...large turret cannot keep up with the surrounding speed of the enemy aircraft, and there is no way to lock the target."
"Asshole!" Aldridge hit the armrest with a punch: "The opponent is creating a penetration opportunity, the tactical deduction team. Give me a new attack plan."
"Big...sir, come...it's too late, they rushed over." said a staff officer who was always concerned about the battle.
Aldridge looked up. On the big screen, 20 enemy planes had broken through the firepower blockade and were close to the upper deck of the mothership.
"What are they going to do? Break the tank and fall? Suicide attack?" Seeing that the enemy plane has no intention of long-range missile bombing, but never stops. Heading straight to the deck, everyone on the bridge was dumbfounded. "Crazy. They must be crazy."
Seeing the group of Viking fighters swooping down, the staff who took off and landed on the top were all in a mess, some warehouse doors were opened, and fire fighting vehicles were ready, just waiting for the arrival of a suicide attack.
However, something that everyone hadn't expected happened. The enemy plane that was supposed to plunge into a flame of flame on the deck suddenly braked and changed its body shape. "Boom" landed on the takeoff and landing runway.
Steel feet, green cannon arms, cockpit as head, shoulder missile launcher. Human...human form? Transformation... Deformation fighter?
Some pilots and technicians stared blankly at the scene before them. This sudden change subverted their cognition. This is not the simple transformation of the reloading warrior, but the real transformation from a fighter plane into a human form. From the air combat state to the land combat mode, the technical support required for this complex change is simply beyond the reach of today's human technology.
This... how is this possible!
Even the pilots of the "Thunder Wings" aerospace fighters who were about to take off were stupid. Looking at the enemy planes and then at their own cars, a sourness suddenly appeared in their hearts.
"Boom bang bang bang..." The cannon sounded, and Green's cannon spun rapidly. Six 38mm caliber muzzles ejected flames.
The shells hit those aerospace fighters about to take off, leaving rows of horn-shaped craters on the surface.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
20 Viking fighters, 40 six-barrel Green cannons, and 10 burst missile launchers.
The flash of the cannon and the flying mt50 Lanzel flying thunder set off a fire storm across the deck. A large number of ground crews were blown up by machine guns, and scattered limbs and visceral garbage were distributed on the runway. In addition to the smog in the air, there was more nauseating blood and organs.
One after another "Thunder Wings" exploded and caught fire. Some were shot through the fuel tank, some were exploded with thrusters, and some fled in flames, hitting other fighters with one head, and exploded into one at the same time. Ball of fire.
The steel shards from the explosion spattered everywhere, and the entire deck layer turned into a sea of ​​fire, screaming one after another, and the crowd rushing with their heads running on the runway with warning lights flashing.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Another 10 Viking fighters broke through the defensive net and landed on the taxiing deck. They did not join the ranks of the forerunners, but went to the edge of the platform and dumped the mt50 Lanzel flying mine on the electromagnetic railgun array.
Flames flew, shrapnel splashed, and the fragile electromagnetic tracks of each railgun twisted and deformed, and successively lost the ability to attack.
This is no less than sprinkling salt on the wounds of the mothership. The firepower was weak, and several Viking fighters passed through the barrage and landed on the deck to start a killing.
"What are you doing~EbookFREE.me~ order the internal defense team to drive them out of the deck." Aldridge's roar echoed on the bridge.
With the issuance of orders, the special forces responsible for the internal security of the mothership rushed to the deck with a large number of intelligent combat robots.
Fifty Viking fighters are like crazy arsonists, leaving a scorched black wherever they pass. A dozen other Viking fighters remain in low-altitude cruising, hovering close to the deck, flying the large mt50 Lanzel. Lei vented into the "Thunder Wings" aerospace fighter group.
From Aldridge’s offensive order to the Viking plane landing on the deck to start killing, from beginning to end, none of the "Thunder Wings" were able to take off. Ninety-nine percent of them have caught fire and exploded. A few are still intact. Has slipped away.
Nearly half of the 120 electromagnetic railguns were scrapped under the carpet bombardment of the mt50 Lanzel flying mine, and even the lower turret and missile launch pad were bombed beyond recognition.
When the special forces took the combat robots from the elevator shaft to the deck, it was not the Viking fighters that "received the dust" for them, but the king insects brigade whizzing through the sky. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)