Chapter 595: Burning Sea (5)

The fighter group came out of nowhere.
They have a total of twenty-two, resembling a marine torpedo called manta ray. The smooth outer shell is black and the wings are six meters long. The low-pitched engine emits a light blue flame from the two tail nozzles.
Twenty-two aircrafts are divided into two teams, starting with one, forming a diamond-shaped attack formation, flying at a very low altitude, and even flying to the point where the waves can capture the fuselage.
This is why the radar of the Mist Fleet cannot search them.
Most radars cannot detect objects flying in such low-altitude attitudes.
The Mist Fleet did not respond until it reached within a kilometer, but this distance was only a short moment for a high-speed moving aircraft.
The Minotaur, who was on alert at the edge of the fleet, was attacked first.
Faced with an attack formation of eleven enemy planes, the Minotao tried to break away from their attack line while deploying their own air defense weapons.
However, the above commanders soon embarrassedly discovered that their anti-aircraft weapons could not attack these low-altitude skimming targets due to the depression angle. Their original design was to deal with high-altitude incoming targets.
So, like a bear who was chased by an angry bee after stealing honey, the Minotao began to frighten away.
After approaching the target for more than 100 meters, the fighters exposed their fangs, and the cannon at the root of the wings began to shoot, projecting azure star dart bullets.
A small explosion covered the rear of the Minotaur, cyan debris flaking off the shell, and air defense turrets on the belly and sides struck back and forth, but for each fighter, these turrets Not a threat, their rate of fire is too slow and insufficient speed.
The nearby Hudela tried to come to support it, but another formation entangled it, shuttled through the trails of anti-aircraft live ammunition weapons, risking being destroyed and pouring laser fire into its deck.
Those star darts are extremely penetrating, and the solid cyan crystal armor is as weak as paper in front of them.
A reactor on the encircled Minotao was destroyed by damage and half of the engine room was submerged in plasma gas.
In order to save the entire battleship, the compartment in front can only be sealed quickly, and all the people inside are killed, but its speed has fallen to half of its original speed.
The fighter plane circled around it, drawing a huge arc around the paralyzed battleship and pouring firepower continuously to it.
The front deck was damaged and leaked, and a main gun was also destroyed.
The Mist Fleet had no more power to rescue these two warships at this time. The continuous pressure of the First Fleet did not care about the losses suffered at all. It seemed that their commander would rather take the enemy and die, rather than at this time. Break away from the battlefield.
For the parties involved in the war, the form becomes tricky.
In desperation, the Minotaur made a sharp turn, avoiding the formation that turned the rear toward the first fleet, to confuse the fighters who entered the attack line.
But it accidentally broke into the arc of the turret of Eternal Fury, and two fluke shells almost destroyed its upper hull.
A fighter approached and aimed at the breakthrough. The star darts fired the hot fire into the frigate, and the hustle and bustle in the bridge suddenly fell silent.
Two wingmen followed, and the built-in magazines in their abdomen opened as they skimmed over the Minotaur, dropping several cone-shaped guided bombs.
Another one plunged into the middle of the hull with violent force, followed by two more.
When part of the hull was spinning away from the battleship, the useless cyan armor covering the impact point shimmered and dimmed, and the bombs themselves cut out a passage through the outer armor.
Soon, each bomb shell that was deeply embedded in the hull of Minotau split a super-high temperature incendiary bomb, and six smaller missiles were drilled from their mother shells.
They fired a liquid metal as thin as spider silk, rotating and drilling holes in the superstructure until the last trace of hull armor was drilled. These small missiles penetrated into the hull and were detonated by a large number of powerful explosives.
Boom~!
With a deafening scream of high temperature and pressure shock waves, the entire upper deck was completely destroyed.
The Minotao began to disintegrate and sink. It was also the fourth battleship lost to the entire Mist Fleet, and this was just the beginning...
The Seahawks formed a tight formation through the curtain of debris from the battleship in front of them.
The two fleets are falling into a long and painful dance, one surrounding the other, and when they rotate, they also slam the side fire against the enemy.
The responsibility of these fighter pilots is to break this dance.
While passing over the human warship, the pilot paid a traditional tribute to their fellow warships, and then they locked the Hudela, the team commander was in its huge, turquoise gray covered with scars and bullet marks granted by humans The target is marked on the side hull.
Air defense turrets, radar components and superstructures are displayed on the tactical display in a burst of emerald-colored reflections. The logic calculator above replaces humans and automatically locks the target and lights up red.
Seahawk No. 1 was piloted by a third-level pilot, Kanatal, and first approved the course heading assigned to him by the team commander, and then accelerated to full attack speed.
Through the thin layer in front of the display, Karnatal saw that the Hudra was wrapped in a barrage, and its bow turned into a large piece of shiny burning glass.
He ordered his weapons to target their target-a large turret along the back of the Hudra.
The partner in the back seat obeyed the order, the laser was locked in place, and the abdomen magazine was opened.
"Get ready! Give them a good look at these rubbish!"
Karnatal activated the tactical eyepiece of the helmet, and the appearance of the enemy ship appeared in front of him. Deep scars, like unrecognizable symbols, were branded on the bow of the traitor warship by humans with shells.
When he pressed the shooting button on the joystick, a large star dart flickered across the upper deck of the Hudra to avenge the dead of Cusconal.
At the same time, in the middle of the battleship, thunderous roar penetrated the deck.
Special bombs dropped by the weapon hand hit the outside of the battleship, and the ejection composed of flames and debris rushed into the gap between the superstructures.
For a moment, the bomb paused for a moment, followed by a more violent secondary explosion and deep craters on the enemy ship.
The bridge of the Venus remains calm.
Zolke was very pleased that his battleship, a city under his rule, would not panic.
"My lord~EbookFREE.me~ Are we going to fight back?"
Barrans asked, his face full of impulses to fight.
"Currently, we wait."
Zolke waved his hand, sat back on the podium, and looked at the image of the attack on the Hudra in the display above his head, willingly bearing the pain.
"They have nothing to threaten us."
"You want us to sit here and bear all this?"
Ikron roared on the other side:
"Damn, the hybrids of the Benedict Empire are slaughtering us!"
"Pay attention to your words, Son of Dawn."
Zolke glared at each other, then said calmly:
"We will win."
The enemy activity monitored by the underwater sonar flashed on the display. This is a submarine formation. Although it has not been witnessed, Zulke can probably guess that it should be the deep submersible fleet of the East Benedict Empire.
Obviously, he was slaughtered not too long ago, and he didn't expect to come out to act immediately, which was a bit beyond his expectations.
"It's a submarine, sir."
The communicator in the radar room sounded in time, and they monitored the same data.
"The enemy submarine formation is approaching."
Zolke watched the holographic display seriously.
"They intend to launch attacks from all angles to confuse us. When we focus on these aircraft, their torpedoes will tear us into pieces."
The fleet commander spoke coldly of his brief tactical analysis, his face shining against the display.
"How should we respond?"
Ikron asked suspiciously, not as provocatively as before.
"We wait."
"that's it?"
"That's it, but it doesn't mean everyone, Ikron, you have a mission."