Chapter 267: Your Excellency, the Battle Is Over

Under Jacob's 'dangerous driving', the Swift hypersonic reconnaissance aircraft with the call sign 'Miracle Walker' has lowered its altitude to 300 meters in a short period of time.

On the integrated head display, a virtual route running through the entire southern part of Ptolemy City has appeared.

What Jacob has to do is to let the two adaptive variable cycle engines at the rear of the fuselage enter the 'overlimit' working state after lowering the altitude.

Then accelerate the speed of this reconnaissance aircraft to Mach 3, which is 3675 kilometers per hour and 1020 meters per second.

As a hypersonic reconnaissance aircraft, the Swift generally operates at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, because at this altitude it can easily accelerate to more than Mach 5 and maintain a hypersonic cruise speed of Mach 7 for war zone reconnaissance.

The conditions of air pressure and air density at high altitude are obviously completely different from those at low altitude, and the flight environment can also be said to be very different.

Below 8,000 meters, the Swift can only fly at a maximum speed of 3-4 Mach.

At an altitude below 100 meters, the Swift can theoretically fly at a maximum speed of Mach 3.

But no one has ever tried it, even the manufacturer of the Swift hypersonic reconnaissance aircraft has not conducted such a simulation experiment.

After all, such conditions and scenes are almost impossible to exist.

But now, Jacob really encountered it.

And the altitude is only 50 meters.

"If it succeeds, the manufacturer of this big baby will thank me for providing such precious combat data?"

At this time, Jacob has relaxed instead, without the excitement at the beginning, and even has the mind to tease.

"Driver, please note that there are 20 seconds before the start of the battle, and you have entered the pass route."

The voice of the onboard auxiliary AI sounded. Like most captains, HCP pilots, and pilots, the AI ​​voice chosen by Jacob is also a relatively sweet girl's voice.

"Aurora, help me stabilize the flight attitude, I'm going to start accelerating!"

"Understood, attitude control has been intervened, the combat countdown begins, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6"

Listening to the countdown rising in his ears, feeling the reconnaissance aircraft's flight attitude becoming more stable, Jacob quietly watched the altitude prompt drop from 300 to 200, and finally stopped at 50.

He took a deep breath, and then at the moment the countdown ended, he pushed the throttle directly to the top and pressed the "unlimit" button on the throttle.

A sudden strong thrust from behind pressed him firmly on the seat.

The Mach number displayed on the main control screen almost instantly reached Mach 2, and rose towards Mach 3 in the continuous acceleration of this Swift.

"Warning, the fuselage temperature rises too fast!"

"Warning, the engine's long-term "over-limit" operation may cause abnormal conditions!"

Warning messages have popped up on the main control screen of the "Miracle Walker", and the auxiliary AI Aurora has also been constantly prompting through voice.

But Jacob ignored these prompts. He knew that what he had to do at this time was to maintain his speed and posture to complete this round of ultra-low-altitude pass.

"Come on! Baby! Hold on a little longer!"

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At the same time, the five assault companies on the ground also broke into the vicinity of the target at the same time.

The imperial defenders in the city had no power to fight back in this round of desperate attack and rush.

The military supervisors of various battalion-level units turned into the vanguards of the assault companies at this moment, and the blood in the bones of the Roma was completely activated at this moment.

While leaving the combat vehicles and most of the soldiers to guard the battlefield, the military supervisors including Monton and Telak, led the most elite soldiers in the team and rushed towards the direction of the five buildings.

And the communication channel also received a reminder from the rear command center.

"Attention all units, the 'Miracle Walker' is about to fly at a very low altitude! Pay attention to protection!"

In fact, there is no need for a reminder from the rear. As early as the various combat battalions received orders to start action, Atlas' ground forces in the city have turned on the 'shockproof' mode of vehicles and exoskeletons.

How much secondary damage will a reconnaissance plane flying over a Mach 3 at an altitude of 50 meters bring?

No one knows.

But precisely because of this, no one dares to make mistakes in their own protection.

When the assault troops were only 100 meters away from their respective target buildings, the 'Miracle Walker' came.

The troops on the ground only felt a huge black shadow flashing over their heads, and a moment later, there was a blast in the air, followed by a violent shock wave sweeping along the street.

Just like an invisible naughty child making trouble, the glass on the buildings and street lamps along the street burst uniformly at the moment the shock wave swept through.

In 20 seconds, this Swift reconnaissance plane flashed 50 meters above the south of the city.

An almost visible shock wave followed it and swept across half of the city.

Many imperial soldiers who did not pay attention to protection fell to the ground in pain amid the shock wave and the piercing screams.

Even the Atlas soldiers who had taken good care of themselves felt their breathing stagnate the moment the shock wave swept through.

But the ‘commandos’ like Monton and Terrak didn’t care about whether their breathing was stagnant or not. Relying on their strong physical fitness, these Roma people immediately stood up after the shock wave passed, and then sprinted towards the target building.

With the help of the ‘Crazy Crocodile’ combat exoskeleton, they ran the last 100 meters in 5 seconds, and then directly broke open the door of the building and rushed into the room.

When he saw an imperial officer lying on the ground in the hall and the dangerous nuclear warhead next to him.

Monton shouted ‘Ah! ’, roared and pounced on the target, and controlled it.

Terrak behind him also slid directly between the nuclear warhead and the imperial officer, and picked up the mechanical detonator that fell on the ground.

On the tactical mask covering the entire ‘lion head’, an analysis of the detonator was quickly given, and Terrak also followed the instructions and carefully opened the safety.

"Team 3, the nuclear bomb has been controlled!"

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On the other side, the long-range artillery bombardment called by the special operations team once again covered the area near the gymnasium. (Why do I say again?)

When the tremors of the earth stopped, Baninger led the members of Group B to carefully approach the edge of the first-floor hall, taking cover from all kinds of messy things in the room.

This time, when the blaster approached the window, the balance system of the exoskeleton was disordered for a moment, and he accidentally fell.

Baninger leaned over to help him up, and asked the technical officer in charge of emergency handling of exoskeleton abnormalities to come and check it out, and then looked out the window.

The thermal smoke on the street had been blown away by the shock wave of the artillery explosion. On the quiet street were vehicles with flames, and on the ground were the bodies of the imperial soldiers who had no time to hide.

But Baninger was thinking about the reconnaissance plane that had just passed over the gymnasium.

The members of the special operations team, under the command of the headquarters, all turned on the "anti-shock" mode and hid indoors.

But the Imperial soldiers outside were different. Without anyone warning them, the high-speed reconnaissance planes caused a chaos.

This also made the artillery fire more effective. Many Imperial soldiers had no time to dodge the bombardment in the chaos and were blown away one after another.

Just as Baninger was evaluating the effect of the attack, an HCP with blackened armor, carrying a heavy particle cannon that had been deployed, slid out from the other end of the street.

"Fuck"

The veteran felt that time was about to stop, and he even felt that there seemed to be a revolving lantern of life in front of him.

But the next moment, a blue-white heavy metal ion jet fell from the sky and hit the upper body of the fanatic first.

The HCP, which was preparing to attack with a heavy particle cannon, obviously could not activate the deflection field.

So when the "beam" disappeared, the main body of the fanatic also disappeared, and it also swept down a small building behind it.

"Banning! Take the training team to find a hiding place, the support troops are on the way!"

Amber's voice sounded in the communication channel, and then his dark red painted plane jumped over the street, and the plasma heavy sword in his hand was thrown out in an exaggerated movement.

Finally, with the sound of breaking through the air, it hit the cockpit armor of the one-armed HCP at the entrance of the gymnasium.

The plasma heavy sword needs to be powered by the interface on the HCP mechanical arm. After it was out of hand and lost the energy supply, the plasma blade on it also went out.

So when it finally hit the one-armed HCP, it only produced the effect of "kinetic damage".

But this is enough.

When the pilot of the one-armed fanatic was shaken to death by this sudden heavy blow, Amber had already rushed in front of him, and then controlled the combat spikes that had been loaded and pushed up directly.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the fanatic with a big hole in the main armor of the cockpit stopped moving.

Amber gently placed the wreckage of the Zealot on the ground. Although they were enemies, their fighting spirit must be respected.

In front of the stadium gate, Viscount Drake, who was protected by the staff and guards, frowned as he looked at the dark red HCP that slowly turned around, ready to welcome his last moment.

But what he didn't expect was that the outer armor plate of this machine was covered with scars, like a steel giant that came out of hell, but stopped moving after turning around.

Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the door of the cockpit was opened, and a young pilot who had removed the heavy hydraulic anti-gravity suit and floated out from inside.

"Psychic."

When Viscount Drake saw the pilot slowly falling from mid-air, his brows furrowed even more.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

An aide-de-camp, who was emotionally excited under high pressure, couldn't help but take out his gun and fired at Amber, but all the bullets were blocked by the light blue psychic shield in front of him.

Amber glanced at this, and an invisible psychic shock finally broke the adjutant's spirit, and then he fainted on the ground.

The next moment, a psychic-enhanced voice sounded directly in the minds of all the imperial soldiers, officers and Drake in front of the gymnasium.

"Put down your weapons and surrender, the coalition forces have controlled the entire city, and you have no reason to continue fighting!

As long as you stop resisting, Atlas will guarantee the safety of all of you. "

This kind of voice that goes straight to the heart has a certain confusing effect, and it is also a "pre-skill" of mental control.

So the imperial soldiers and officers present unconsciously lowered their guns, and looked at Amber with a hint of fear.

Whether in the Federation or the Empire, people have always had a "filter" for the group of psychics.

Seeing that the situation was over, Viscount Drake took out his pocket watch from his military uniform pocket.

But before he could take a look, Amber's voice sounded in his mind again.

"Don't look, Viscount Drake, the five mechanical detonation nuclear bombs you deployed in the city have all been disarmed by us."

Looking at this imperial officer who was willing to detonate a nuclear bomb to "burn everything" because of his military honor and his blind loyalty to the emperor, Amber sighed with a complicated expression.

"Surrender, Your Excellency, your battle is over"

"What? ! "

The eyes of this imperial military noble suddenly widened. He never thought that his arrangement would be discovered by the enemy.

At this moment, after the "trump card" that supported his fighting will until now disappeared, Drake's fighting will was completely disintegrated.

The ancient brass pocket watch fell to the ground, symbolizing that the battle had finally come to an end.

"Yes, our battle is over. "