1664th Loyal Wingman
"I've aimed! I've aimed! Cover my dive! My wingman has been shot down!" A clone pilot controlling a Z fighter shouted loudly into his communicator.
He controls the fighter plane, walks through the space full of enemy small energy artillery fire, and avoids those deadly threats.
At this time, the Z fighter is no longer the latest weaponry of the Alan Hill Empire.
Frankly, it's even outdated! Because in the previous development direction, the Alan Hill Empire paid more attention to battleships with star destroyer weapons, rather than small carrier-based aircraft.
Therefore, the Z-type fighter is basically a hastily launched and then hastily manufactured weapon that is temporarily designed to face complex war situations.
Now, with more advanced Zaku, Zaku 2, Gundam and other weapons, the main carrier-based aircraft of the space army of the Alan Hill Empire is no longer a clone troop equipped with Z-type fighters.
But on the other hand, the Z-type fighters that have not stopped the production line are still constantly replenishing the front line, which is also determined by the wartime production system.
After all, in a state where there are not enough weapons, how can it be possible to stop production of mature weapons and take the risk of producing new weapons and equipment?
The best choice is of course to produce what you have. As long as the raw materials are sufficient, there is no need to stop producing old-fashioned equipment.
Therefore, in the fleet sequence of the Alan Hill Empire, the giant aircraft carrier equipped with Z-type fighter jets and F-type unmanned fighter jets is still the largest number of carrier-based aircraft platforms.
Since it is the most, it is also the core combat power! At this moment, Z-type fighter jets all over the sky, with F-type unmanned wingmen, are shuttled wantonly among the enemy fleet.
"I'm following you! I'm following you!" Behind him, a Z fighter came up, and the two planes rushed towards a target not far away.
It was a huge Judgment warship, its body was even more majestic than the mountains, in front of the Z-type fighter, it was like an ancient giant beast, full of oppression.
The surface of this warship is also full of various barbs, and there are "turrets" that can fire non-stop on it. These round hole-shaped things can shoot pieces of black energy clusters into the air.
Just like the electromagnetic near-defense gun of the Alan Hill Empire, such a weapon can pose a huge threat to approaching targets.
Farther away, the fighter group of the Alan Hill Empire was scattered by the Slayer fighters rushing over, and the two sides began a fierce fight in an airspace.
"Close to the target! Avoid those anti-aircraft fire!" Driving his own Z fighter, the young clone pilot reminded his companions behind him.
The companions following him were also trying to dodge left and right to avoid the incoming artillery fire.
Unfortunately, the F-type unmanned wingman following the plane behind was hit by an incoming energy shell after avoiding two black energy clusters, and was directly shot in the universe. Scattered into pieces.
"My wingman has been shot! My wingman has been shot!" The clone pilot following behind was a little nervous and shouted continuously through the communicator.
"Keep up the speed! Follow me! Follow me!" The leading pilot shook his joystick, and loudly reminded his companions behind him.
However, for a long time, there was no sound...
He didn't need to look back, he knew that behind him, the friendly fighter plane that hurriedly followed should have been shot down.
In fact, this is indeed the case. A shell that hit suddenly hit the middle of the Z-type fighter behind it just like that, and directly swallowed the cabin of the carrier-based aircraft.
Before the pilot even had time to call for help, he was sent flying into space by the energy of the explosion, and the fighter he was driving also exploded and shattered in an instant, leaving only a piece of debris behind the Z-type fighter in front.
However, the Z fighter that came to cover did not die in vain.
His catching up covered the leading plane in front.
The Z-type fighter jets in front obtained the attack window, and staggered into the blind spot of the enemy warship's anti-aircraft fire attack.
Skimming through a complex area full of barbs, the clone pilot flying a Z fighter found an excellent angle to attack.
He drove his own plane and dropped the nuclear bomb mounted on that relatively flat area.
Seeing that the nuclear bomb shattered the shell of the enemy ship and disappeared into the gap, the clone pilot pulled up his Z-type carrier-based aircraft and began to stay away from this dangerous place that was about to become very dangerous.
On the way back, he saw the wreckage of the Z fighter jet that was shot down before. These wreckages were still drifting forward and would not stop for a short time.
Among the shattered wreckage, the safety rope that fixed the pilot and a pilot's glove can still be seen, and everything else is difficult to identify.
"Damn it..." Although he had been prepared, the clone still cursed when he saw the wreckage of his companion.
He manipulated his Z-type fighter to avoid the black energy group passing by, and then changed the course, avoiding the wreckage of those flying companions by the way.
There was also an unmanned wingman just behind the downed Z fighter. This wingman was also destroyed, and it was already a scrapped wreck at this moment.
Just as the clone pilot was driving his Z fighter and began to move away gradually, the Arbiter battleship behind him was torn apart by the internal explosion and instantly swelled up.
The nuclear bomb exploded inside the battleship, and the expanding gas shredded the walls of the surrounding cabins, and then transmitted huge power to the main support structure of the battleship.
The ensuing hot gas melted everything, even the magic energy was heated and boiled, and the ensuing explosion swept the entire interior of the battleship, destroying everything encountered in just a moment.
Such a terrible explosion was unscrupulous and unstoppable inside the battleship, and finally spread to the surface of the battleship, twisting the hard shell of the battleship into an arc.
After a short period of stagnation, the watchman's warship shattered into pieces and exploded like a fragmentation grenade, scattering countless fragments.
These fragments swept everything around, affecting several Judgment warships around. Those rampaging fragments destroyed everything that passed by, and wounded all the surrounding Judgment warships.
Checking his remaining ammunition, the clone pilot found regrettably that he had no more nuclear bombs to use.
Now he has no choice but to choose to return, or to cover other friendly planes with ammunition to continue attacking like his previous companions did.
Almost without thinking, he opened and adjusted his communication channel, trying to find companions who needed cover.
"I need cover! Is there anyone nearby!" Soon, a voice came through the communicator and into his ears.
"I'm a pilot of the 117th Attack Squadron! I can hear you calling! Where are you! Where are you!"
"I am a clone pilot of the 119th Squadron! My coordinates are 17-29! The local coordinates are 17-29! An enemy plane is biting me! My number is 333! Repeat it! My number is 333!" Anxiously replied: "I still have a nuclear bomb! I still have a nuclear bomb!"
The latter sentence means that the friendly army still has the value of being covered. Therefore, when he heard the last sentence, the clone pilot who ran out of ammunition immediately shook the joystick and rushed to the 17th floor. -29 Orientation in local coordinates.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Azimuth 45-77! Look at the radar! IFF signal! Let's do a tactical intersection! I'll help you get rid of your tail!" He shouted loudly while accelerating his flight.
"Okay! Okay! I'm trying to turn! He's still following me! Follow me!" the pilot on the other side shouted nervously.
"I see you! Hull number 333! I see you!" After a short flight, the clone pilot who drove the Z fighter came and saw the friendly plane that was being hunted down.
"Cross left! Cross left!" The two Z-type fighters quickly approached, and the clone pilot who came to support them shouted orders and slammed the joystick to his left.
On the side of the Z-type fighter, the attitude engine suddenly worked at full strength, ejecting a stream of white gas.
On the other side, the Z-type fighter number 333 had no intention of dodging, so it rushed straight along the way it came from.
The two fighter jets passed each other and almost collided - obviously there was a mistake in the cooperation between the two in a haste.
Regardless of cursing, the clone pilot who came to support him did not look at the No. 333 Z fighter that almost killed him, but aimed his muzzle at the Slayer fighter that was chasing and killing him.
"Thug chug!" The electromagnetic machine gun fired a burst of tracer bullets, drawing bright straight lines in the deep universe.
These lines passed through the Watcher's Slayer fighter jet, and then continued unabated, flying into the invisible distance.
The Slayer fighter jet that was penetrated was obviously damaged, and its flight posture changed strangely. After shaking twice, it flew straight to the distance along the original flight trajectory.
It didn't explode, it seems, because there was no deflagration substance like the energy of the hit. But it lost its power, so it could only fly towards one place in the same direction.
There is no resistance in the universe, it can only fly like this, like dust floating in the universe, until it encounters gravity or hits something...
Of course, it's also possible that it will dissipate slowly, like other Watcher units damaged by explosions-no one can know.
"I'm sorry! I was too nervous just now!" In the intercom, the other party apologized without waiting for him to curse.
"No...it's okay!" The clone pilot, who came all the way to support him, didn't feel embarrassed to continue yelling, although he had already greeted all the matrilineal clans of the opponent in his heart-even though clones did not have these relatives.
"I still have a nuclear bomb! You can cover me! Let's find a target to attack!" The pilot said without delay.
"Yes! You come to find the target! I will follow you and act as your wingman!" The clone pilot said to the pilot of the No. 333 Z fighter.
"Okay! My wingmen are all lost, what about yours?" the pilot asked as he flew forward.
"Mine too..." He glanced at the plane's eye-catching 333 port number, and answered absently.
"The enemy's artillery fire is too fierce! If I attack alone, the success rate is too low." The pilot of the No. 333 Z fighter continued.
"Yes!" Remembering his own experience just now, the clone pilot who came to support nodded with lingering fear.
The pilot of Fighter 333 found the target and said, "Look at that battleship over there! I'm going to attack its right side!"
"Okay! Let's increase the relative altitude first! Attack from above and avoid the 'turrets' of the flanking enemies!" The clone pilot who came to support him naturally gave his suggestion.
The two planes began to climb one after the other, like two peas flying in the air on the battlefield full of artillery fire.
Below them, the energy beams of the Star Destroyer guns fired by the Alan Hill Empire fleet flew by, as gorgeous and spectacular as staves.
And in the middle of these staves, the warships of the exploding Watchers are like musical notes, playing brilliant movements one after another.
"Okay! The relative altitude is almost the same!" The pilot who came to support reminded, and then saw that the No. 333 Z fighter in front had leveled off its flight status.
"Follow me! If you encounter danger... you should leave first!" In the headset, the other party kindly reminded me, and then began to dive.
The clone pilot who came to support hummed, and then swooped down, rushing towards the target one after the other.
A group of black energy bombs struck and flew past the glass of the cockpit above the two of them, reminding them that they had been spotted. Immediately afterwards, more energy groups struck, forming a large net.
"Dodge! Dodge! My magic defense barrier is almost exhausted! Be careful of those energy clusters!" Pilot No. 333 rushing forward loudly reminded his comrades behind him.
Then after a few seconds it was discovered that there was no sound coming through the earphones. He froze for a moment, then couldn't help turning his head, and then he saw some scattered debris, following his flight path, flying forward with him.
Those scattered fragments seemed to be one wingman after another, loyal and brave, chasing each other, ignoring the enemy's artillery fire, rushing to the distant target.
The scene in front of him began to distort slightly, and some unknown liquid began to drift away, suspended in the driver's helmet. The pilot of the No. 333 Z-fighter did not look back, but pointed his sights at the Arbiter battleship through the crystal water droplets!
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