Chapter 185 The Final Battle of Crotan (12)
Combined with the calculation data from the optical quantum radar, various turrets around the ship fired a fan-shaped projectile array stretching tens of kilometers toward the northern sky. The frictional light from the tail flame of the missile and the tearing airflow of the electromagnetic projectile lit up the dim sky.
Some guided projectiles and precision strike missiles drew arc-shaped ballistic trajectories in the air, accompanied by the whistling sound of "swish", and went straight to the oncoming Viking fighter group.
Facing the dense artillery fire, the Viking fighter jets spun rapidly in the air, made difficult evasive actions, and swooped all the way straight to the takeoff and landing platform of the mothership.
There is no doubt that the first round of attack on this huge military fortress has been brewing for a long time, and the sky full of artillery fire is intertwined in the air into a big net that not even a seabird can fly.
If the Viking fighter group insists on getting close to the mothership, it will inevitably pay a very heavy price, ranging from destroying half of it to destroying the entire army.
You know this is a space fortress, a military fortress, want to force it? There is only one dead end!
Indeed, if it was an ordinary fighter group, the pilots would have been frightened by the bombardment, and then lost the will to fight. But it is a pity that what the governor is facing is a group of air combat elites, a fearless army formed to deal with the locust-like Zerg army.
The flying phalanx of the Viking fighter jet cluster changed for a while, from the original V-shaped attack formation to a surfing formation with extremely small line spacing.
A group of Viking fighter jets at the front let go of the radar interference, and after attracting most of the firepower, they pulled up, somersaulted, and flew back quickly with countless howling artillery fire. The Viking fighter plane behind took advantage of this opportunity to accelerate and dive diagonally downward.
Another round of bombardment came, and the second row of Viking fighter planes, after attracting countless artillery fire, followed the example of the pioneers, carrying countless missiles and guided artillery shells with the same trick, pulling up a kilometer and then electric shooting 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 stared at the scene on the screen that made people feel impulsively jumping and cursing their mothers for a long time.
"Combat team, where are those railguns? Why aren't they firing?"
The officer in charge of the electromagnetic railgun array stammered, "Big... the speed of the large turret can't keep up with the orbiting speed of the enemy plane, so there's no way to lock the target."
"Bastard!" Aldridge slammed his fist on the armrest: "The opponent is creating a penetration opportunity, tactical deduction team. Re-plan the attack plan for me."
"My... my lord,
Come... It's too late, they rushed over. "Said a staff officer who kept an eye on the battle situation.
Aldrich looked up, and on the big screen, 20 enemy planes had broken through the fire blockade and approached the upper deck of the mothership.
"What are they going to do? Break the pot and smash it? Suicide attack?" Seeing that the enemy plane had no intention of bombing with long-range missiles at all, it didn't stop. Straight to the deck, everyone on the bridge was stunned. "Crazy. They must be crazy."
Seeing the Viking fighter jets swoop down, the staff who took off and landed and ran up were in a mess, some warehouse doors were opened, and the fire fighting vehicles were ready, just waiting for the suicide attack to come.
However, something happened that no one expected. The enemy plane that was supposed to hit the deck into a ball of flames suddenly braked, and its shape changed for a while. It landed on the takeoff and landing runway with a bang.
Steel feet, Gatling cannon arms, cockpit as the head, and missile launchers on the shoulders. Human... Humanoid? Become... a deformed fighter?
Some pilots and technicians stared blankly at the scene in front of them. This sudden change overturned their cognition. This was not a simple transformation like that of a heavy warrior, but a 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 dumbfounded. Looking at those enemy planes and then at their own cars, they suddenly felt sour.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The sound of the cannon sounded, and the Gatling machine gun spun rapidly. Six 38mm caliber muzzles ejected flames.
The shells hit the aerospace fighters that were about to take off, leaving rows of trumpet-shaped craters on the surface.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
20 Viking fighters, 40 six-barreled Gatling cannons, and 10 bursts of missile launchers.
The flash of the machine gun and the flying mt50 Lanzel flying thunder set off a storm of fire on the entire deck. A large number of ground crew members were blasted by machine guns, and their broken limbs and internal organs were scattered on the runway. In addition to the gunpowder smoke, there was a disgusting smell of blood and viscera in the air.
One after another, the "Thunder Wings" exploded into flames, some were shot through the fuel tank, some had their propellers blown up, and some fled in a panic covered in flames, hitting other fighter planes head-on, and simultaneously exploded into a massacre. ball of fire.
The steel fragments blown away by the explosion splashed in all directions, and the entire deck layer was turned into a sea of flames. There were screams one after another, and the crowd ran on the runway with the flashing warning lights.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Another 10 Viking fighters broke through the defensive net and landed on the taxiing deck. Instead of joining the ranks of the pioneers, they walked to the edge of the platform and poured the MT50 Lanzel Thunderbolts on the electromagnetic rail gun array.
Flames flew, shrapnel scattered, and the fragile electromagnetic tracks of the rail guns were distorted and deformed, losing their attack capabilities one after another.
This was no less than sprinkling salt on the mothership's wounds. As soon as the firepower weakened, several Viking fighter planes passed through the barrage and landed on the deck, carrying out bloody killings.
"What are you doing in a daze, order the internal defense team to drive them out of the deck." Aldrich's roar echoed on the bridge.
As the order was issued, the special forces responsible for the internal security of the mothership rushed to the deck with a large number of intelligent combat robots.
The 50 Viking fighters were like crazy arsonists, leaving a scorched black area in their path, and another dozen Viking fighters maintained a low-altitude cruising state, whirling close to the deck, flying large pieces of mt50 Lanzel to the ground. Lei vented to the "Thunder Wings" air and space fighter group.
From Aldrich's attack order to the time when the Viking fighters landed on the deck and began to kill, from the beginning to the end, none of the "Thunder Wings" were able to take off, and ninety-nine percent of them had caught fire and exploded. It has slipped away.
Nearly half of the 120 electromagnetic railguns were scrapped under the carpet bombardment of mt50 Lanzel fly mines, and even the turrets and missile launch pads on the lower floor were bombed beyond recognition.
When the special operations team led the battle robots up the elevator shaft to the deck, it was not the Viking fighter jets that "washed the dust" for them, but the king worm brigade roaring across 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.)