1535 Burning Sky

In the atmosphere of the Higgs 5, a formation of fighter jets with the latest equipment roared across the sky. The moment they encountered the Watcher's Prowler fighter jets, they launched a series of extremely fast missiles.

The aerodynamic shape of these missiles is the same as sharp spikes, their speed is more than ten times faster than traditional missiles, and their maneuverability is also very against the sky.

In an instant, these missiles hit distant targets, and several Prowler fighter jets soon fell towards the ground, dragging long thick smoke.

"Pull up! Pull up!" In the cockpit, the fighter pilot of the Alan Hill Empire pulled his joystick, loudly reminding his companions behind him.

"Evade enemy fire!" At the same time, another pilot shouted hysterically in the channel.

The last fighter jet flying was controlled by a puppet robot, and its movements were full. While pulling up, a cloud of black energy from a distance hit the fuselage.

A huge explosion sounded, and the entire fighter jet exploded into a ball of flames in the sky, and scattered fragments flew everywhere, falling to the ground like raindrops.

"Tug, chug!" After avoiding the opponent's attack, an Airan Hill Empire fighter jet passed by the oncoming Prowler fighter jet, and a row of dense electromagnetic artillery shells hit the prowler. By.

Almost in an instant, a row of holes the size of a bowl were left on the fuselage of the Prowler fighter.

The fast-flying Prowler fighter fuselage quickly fell to one side, and began to slide uncontrollably to the ground under its feet.

No one cared about the falling plane, until it directly hit the ground and exploded in the crowd of the three sweepers who kept advancing, no one took a second look at it.

"There are too many of them! Damn it!" In the cockpit of a fighter jet, the pilot looked angrily at his empty missile pylon and complained loudly.

"Is there any way to do this? Can you persuade them to come less at a time?" In another fighter jet, the pilot responded loudly while controlling his own plane to avoid the pursuit of enemy planes.

His fighter swayed left and right, avoiding the two groups of black energy attacking behind him, a somersault and killed the enemy plane chasing him, and pulled the trigger to start strafing.

The I-shaped Prowler fighter did not react, and was directly blasted into fragments by the rear-facing shells, scattered in the sky.

Not far away, an Airan Hill Empire fighter jet fell to the ground dragging a long smoke. The ejection seat pushed the pilot out of the cockpit, hanging on the parachute and slowly falling.

Also in the 30th series, the "J-30" fighter jet that was first designed and completed is the current main fighter jet of the Alan Hill Empire. Because the battlefield gradually rises to space, the development of fighter jets in the atmosphere is not progressing fast.

Anyway, the Alan Hill Empire usually supports ground operations with orbital bombing, so air supremacy is no longer so important.

This time, because the enemy is equally powerful in the universe, it was forced to take out the J-30 fighter jets again, and fought a traditional air battle with the enemy in the atmosphere.

"Look to your left! Ten o'clock direction!" During the scuffle, a pilot saw the dark clouds in the distance through the cockpit cover of his fighter, and reminded his companion loudly.

His companion threw away an enemy plane and cast his eyes into the distance, only then did he see the watchman's bomber group, that is, the crushing bomber that was dispatched when attacking Tianjian Shenzong before, flying in groups. The direction of the tree of life.

"Damn it!" After adjusting his flying posture, the pilot cursed, then shook the joystick, and drove his plane into the battle circle again: "Deal with these escorting enemy planes! Take those Hand over the enemy's big guys to the interception force!"

"That's the only way! Pay attention to fuel consumption! We can fight for another five minutes!" After the pilot in another plane shot down an enemy plane,

Pulling back to the altitude again, he looked at the large enemy planes that were going away and said.

On the other side, above the clouds, the interceptor force of the Alan Hill Empire, hordes of F-15 fighter jets maintained the altitude of the flight.

"Did you see the target?" The leading frontline commander asked the other pilots in the channel while looking at the radar screen.

"The radar shows that the opponent is still 40 kilometers away from us!" In another plane, the pilot has already pressed his thumb on the launch button: "The self-inspection of the missile has been completed!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Launch missiles! Destroy these enemy planes!" The leading commander pressed the launch button of the missiles and ordered at the same time.

Countless AIM-120 missiles broke away from the missile pylons of the F-15 fighter jets, and the dense white tail flames formed a spectacular pattern of vertical lines in the sky.

They were approaching the target, and the energy generating devices under the belly of the aircraft were already aimed at the Watcher bombers "Crushers" on the ground. They did not expect that so many enemy aircraft would suddenly appear on the front and overhead.

Just as they kept their formation close to the Tree of Life, a rain of AIM-120 missiles crashed into their formation, causing a series of explosions.

One after another, the Crusher bombers were hit and exploded, eventually breaking and falling to the ground. The rest of the planes had to start to evade, and for a while the entire sky became a chaotic battlefield.

The Prowler fighter jets flying next to the Crusher immediately began to climb, and rushed into the group of Irish F-15 fighter jets intercepting them with their terrifying speed.

Melee broke out immediately, and one after another the F-15 fighter jets were shot down and crashed, because they were really no match for the Prowler in terms of performance.

"Scatter! Spread! The enemy's speed is too fast! Lower the altitude! Lower the altitude! Damn it!" While controlling his own plane to dive, the commander of the F-15 fighter formation gave orders loudly.

Right behind him, the formation of F-15 fighter jets piloted by puppets, less than half of the planes left in an instant began to dive.

"Unmanned fighter jets can't carry out such complex air combat missions! Let them play by themselves! Let them play by themselves!" The pilot, who saw the heavy losses of his own fighter formation, shouted loudly while pressing the communicator.

The puppet battle robot sitting in the cockpit pulled the joystick, and one after another, the F-15 skidded and began to dive.

Aiming at the Crusher bombers in the distance, these puppets flying F-15 fighter jets directly pulled the trigger to fire.

At a distance of more than 2,000 meters, the unmanned F-15 fighter jets of the Alan Hill Empire began to straf, and the shells in the cannons were scattered towards the Crusher bombers in the distance like no money.

Countless tracer bullets pierced through the huge fuselage and wings of the Crusher, leaving fist-sized holes in it.

The wing of a Crusher bomber finally broke due to the torment of the airflow. The chubby body tilted and squirmed into another Crusher bomber beside it.

The two Watchmen's bombers collided and eventually crashed into the ground together, exploding as they approached the ground in a spectacular explosion of flames.

At the same time as they fell, dozens of F-15 fighter jets controlled by puppets also crashed into the fleet of Crusher bombers.

Without any evasion, and without any luck, these puppets carried out the mission of suicide attacks seriously. They controlled the planes, and with the most precise impact, weakened the number of the watchman's air force.

And those Prowler fighters who chased and killed these F-15 fighters found that the bombers of the opponent and their own had collided with each other and turned into groups of falling fireworks.

The battle has been heating up from the very beginning, and the contact between the two sides in the sky has been so brutal that it makes one's scalp tingle.

Some F-15 fighter pilots who could not escape the pursuit of the enemy, like the puppet pilots, chose to fly their own planes to die with the enemy directly.

They are all clones with QR codes on their foreheads, and they also have no fear, and regard their missions as more important than their own lives!

Preventing the enemy from approaching the tree of life is their ultimate mission! In order to accomplish this task, they would rather give their lives.

Inside the underground bunker, there was a chaotic combat headquarters, and the command and dispatch officers of the Air Force were listening to reports from their subordinates.

An officer put down the phone and shouted loudly from a distance: "The 501st Fighter Wing has run out of fuel and is returning home. Six of their 40 J-30 fighter jets have just been shot down, and two of them cannot continue their mission due to malfunctions. "

"The 503rd fighter wing is fighting with the enemy, 13 planes were shot down, and they have 27 planes left!" Another commander was reporting the situation of another fighter wing almost at the same time.

Another officer stood up and shouted loudly: "Report! 512 Fighter Wing is ready, please take off!"

"Approve the 512th Wing to take off, and let the 502nd Wing perform reinforcement missions to cover the F-15 fighter unit from the battlefield!" The leading officer looked at the huge screen showing the position of the unit. He ordered.

"Yes!" The officer sat down, picked up the phone and continued to assign tasks. Beside him, there were several female officers who were walking back and forth holding documents or tablet computers.

"The F-15 fighter force has suffered heavy losses!" Soon, more anxious news began to come one after another.

Compared with the J-30 fighter force, which is comparable in performance to its opponents, the backward F-15 fighter force is a bit miserable.

They were originally responsible for intercepting the enemy's bomber force, but now it seems that the opponent's escort fighter jets have created tremendous pressure on them.

Looking at the loss statistics in front of him, an officer tremblingly shouted out the news that just happened: "The 5113th Regiment is completely wiped out!"

The officer's face was flushed red by the red write-offs on the monitor in front of him. One after another, the symbols representing fighter jets were written off.

Beside him, another officer's face was also flushed, and he also raised his arm, gestured and shouted: "There are only three planes left in the 5136th Wing!"

The four-digit fighter wing number is the fighter wing number dedicated to the puppet drone, and the three-digit number is used by the clone fighter wing.

Although it had been tacitly agreed in advance that the four-figure fighter wings were all cannon fodder and could be discarded at any time, the speed of their destruction still made everyone in the headquarters feel oppressed.

"The radar shows that the watchman fleet is approaching the tree of life!" A radar operator raised his hand to signal, and the officer beside him immediately walked over and looked at the situation on the screen.

Then, the leading air force commander stared at the huge projection screen, and ordered loudly: "The anti-aircraft missile unit goes into battle! Intercept all enemy air targets that are trying to attack the tree of life!"

"Obey! Sir!" The commander of the ground air defense force stood at attention and saluted, then grabbed the phone in front of him: "Intercept all invading targets! Open fire!"

At the same time, on the ground on the other side, a sweeper who had just stepped out of the diamond-shaped space shuttle twisted his neck.

He looked at the sky full of explosions and falling aircraft, and made a contented sound.

Then, he walked up to the sweepers waiting beside him, and asked, "How's the attack going?"

"My lord! The enemy's garrison is larger than expected, and compared to the previous...force called Heavenly Sword God Sect, their combat capability is obviously higher." A sweeper replied.

"I put ten times as many troops here! Just the prowlers, I touched 2,000!" The sweeper, who was obviously the leader, stared at him, his ugly face twisted, and it became more pleasing to the eye.

"The opponent's... fighter jets are quite powerful. We have already lost 300 Prowlers, and... more than 100 Crushers were shot down." The sweeper who was in charge of commanding the battle before replied with a guilty conscience.

"What? You know that we are using God's energy to create this! The loss is so huge, how can we explain to God?" The sweeper's tone suddenly rose, and he roared angrily.

However, he soon returned to calm, and his tone calmed down: "Forget it! It seems that the enemy this time is indeed difficult. On the side of the space fleet, we also suffered a lot of losses."

After he finished speaking, he looked towards the distant horizon, and continued to speak: "Order the ground troops to continue to move forward! When we start to eat away at everything they have, the situation will develop in our favor."

"You are always right! My lord!" The sweeper lowered his head slightly, and then made a gesture of invitation: "The command right here is left to you, my lord."

"Attack! Destroy anything blocking the way! Eat everything that doesn't belong to nature! Go! Clean up this world!" Spreading his hands, the sweeper let out an ugly cry.

Accompanied by his shout, countless sweepers surrounded the Destroyer Tank, striding forward mightily towards the distant horizon.