One Thousand and Ninety-Two, Chaos Is Just One Word

( ) Various sounds from the Beiyuezhou fleet appeared alternately, constantly echoing in the bridge.

Every click made by Qi Haifeng is very random, and every sound comes from different combat units. They are scattered and disordered. They do not have the various aspects of life but are valuable in reality. They are like strokes falling on the canvas. , using the simplest and most concise pen and ink, outlines an extremely simple war picture in everyone's mind.

There are battleships, fighter planes, enemies... and soldiers who die generously.

A voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears: "The bug bombs are within range, launch interceptor missiles, quick!"

"Intercept missile launch!"

"Go on, just keep going. There's no need for you to save missiles..."

"Attention everyone, spread out in squadron units, spread out..."

"Fly far away, are you risking your life? Don't block my shooting envelope..."

"Insect bombs, enemy salvo—"

"Medium range missile, free fire——"

"Prepare to intercept bug bombs——"

"Where is the interceptor ship? Where is the interceptor ship-"

"You can't bear it all by yourself, there are only a few interceptor ships in total——"

Chaotic sounds came one after another, and nothing else could be heard except that the two sides began to bombard each other with medium-range missiles. Everyone was working hard, but they couldn't think of any way.

Only hearing the sound but not seeing the picture is an unspeakable torture for everyone, but if you can't even hear the sound, it will definitely be even more torture than now.

Bian Ge was at a loss for words: "The interceptor ship seems to be very useful."

"It shouldn't be too bad. If there are enough interceptors, we might be able to intercept all the bug bombs." Qi Haifeng said.

Ye Han said: "The effect of the warship flying closer is not bad, but the target is too big,"

"011 is not a big goal, is it?"

"All 011s go up, who will escort the mothership?"

"If the mothership doesn't enter the battlefield, can't it be enough to keep a safe distance? If it can't be done, why not just leave a few planes to escort it? Besides,

There are organic weapons and cannons on the aircraft carrier. If you dare to come up and fight back, won't it be over? "

"That's not the case. There is everything that should be on an aircraft carrier. However, the spaceship is too big and its maneuverability is not good. It is impossible to avoid enemy planes if they really come close. It's not a big problem to come and go less. If you encounter a group of aircraft, It’s definitely not going to get better.”

There was another silence on the bridge. After a while, Bian Ge broke the silence: "What exactly did 011 arrange?"

"convoy!"

"Anti-missile!"

Ye Han and Qi Haifeng said in unison. They looked at each other. Ye Han said first: "Analysis of the specific situation depends on what the commander thinks."

Qi Haifeng said: "The aircraft carrier relies entirely on fighter jets. It is useless for 011 to stay behind. It is more useful to put it on the front line!"

"Stop arguing, why are you talking about these useless things?" Long Jianguo stopped him.

Qi Haifeng twitched the corner of his mouth, put his finger on the screen, and an unusually high-pitched voice came out: "Steady, steady—"

He clicked his finger again, and an anxious voice came out: "On the left..."

As soon as he said two words, the rest of the words were drowned out by another voice: "Twelve hundred kilometers, all units are preparing to engage the enemy -"

Bian Ge was stunned: "So far?"

"It's not far." Ye Han said, "The speed of a fighter plane is at least twenty kilometers per second. Taking into account the speed of aliens, it only takes about ten seconds to travel more than a thousand kilometers."

Bian Ge looked shocked: "Isn't this too fast? Why not earlier?"

"Combat missiles can travel up to a thousand kilometers, and the radar cannot lock on it any further." Ye Han said, "It doesn't seem to matter to us with our ears. If you are sitting on the plane... I can guarantee that everywhere you see there are missiles. ."

"So exaggerated?"

"It's not an exaggeration at all," Ye Han said, "The sky full of missiles and shells is like weaving a huge net, and fighter jets are like Xiaofei flying through the mesh, and they may be shattered to pieces at any time... It's hard to imagine that kind of scene. , only when you see it with your own eyes will you know how shocking it is.”

"have you seen?"

"I've seen it before," Ye Han said, "but not on the battlefield."

"Where are you not on the battlefield?"

"On the simulator at the naval academy." Ye Han said, "I will take you to try it when I have the opportunity in the future..."

At this time, Qi Haifeng's fingertips happened to fall on the screen, and a voice shouted hoarsely: "The twenty-fifth regiment is to engage the enemy. The first group is at nine o'clock, the second group is at two o'clock, and the third group is at four o'clock. To lure the enemy to disperse, the assault group is ready. Rush——"

Pointing his finger again, another voice said urgently: "One regiment left, two regiments right, three regiments ready to support at any time——"

"Locked, locked, missiles fired, fired—"

Qi Haifeng clicked on another audio track, and suddenly an excited voice came out: "203, I bit it!"

Click on another audio track with the same frequency, and another voice immediately comes out: "Where are the missiles, 204, stop chasing them, launch the missiles immediately!"

"The missiles are all gone, I can do it..."

"Enemy plane, evade, evade immediately..."

Suddenly there was a muffled groan in the communication, as if under great pressure, and the look of a pilot gritting his teeth appeared in everyone's hearts.

The groan was quickly replaced by excitement: "Captain, I hit him, I killed him!"

"Good boy, well done..."

boom……

The compliments suddenly stopped, leaving only 204's angry roar: "Captain - you are a bitch, I am your ancestor..."

There was another roar, and this frequency returned to silence.

Qi Haifeng's fingers trembled, but he only hesitated for a moment before he lowered his fingers again, and an anxious voice sounded shocked and angry: "Insect bombs, intercept them quickly!"

"Interception missile launch... assault, full speed assault..."

The person in the communication let out a sigh of relief: "Damn, it's almost over. Rush up and entangle them. Team 7, it's up to you!"

"Just take a look...what's in front..."

"Evasion and avoidance... Good guy, luckily I didn't rush in. It was acid mist..."

Qi Haifeng suddenly paused his fingers and raised his head suddenly, looking very surprised: "Video signal received!"

"Where did it come from?"

"I don't know." Qi Haifeng tapped his finger, and the picture on the main screen suddenly changed.

The picture on the main screen is a distant view of the battlefield, covering most of the battlefield. Our own fighter jets are entangled with the alien fleet, and there are various missiles of humans and aliens between them. Flying all over the sky, straight lines, arcs, snakes, and various trajectories overlap together, as if a dense net covers the entire battlefield.

The explosions of flames came and went, a bit more dazzling than the festive fireworks.

As soon as everyone's eyes fell on the main screen, they were dazzled by the chaotic situation. Everyone finally understood what Ye Han said about the sky full of missiles.

Bian Ge's eyes almost twitched: "Oh my god, this has all turned into a pot of porridge!" It was still somewhat coherent just by listening with ears, but when looking with eyes, there was no order at all. The battlefield was already in a mess. It cannot be described in a random word.

"Look here!" Qi Haifeng suddenly pointed to the bottom of the screen, where a row of 011-class battleships was approaching the battlefield.