StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand

A formation of ghost fighter jets flew past an exploding medium-sized battleship and fired a row of missiles again, making the situation of the medium-sized battleship even worse.

"Captain, more than fifty fighter planes are coming up!" The voice of his subordinates came from the headset of the ghost fighter formation leader.

"A brigade of enemy fighter planes?" The formation leader looked up, just in time to see the group of fighter planes firing at them.

Led by the leading golden fighter plane, the group of pitch-black fighter planes fired dozens of laser beams one after another, passing through a little behind the formation of ghost fighter planes, and the nearest beam of laser light was far from the ghost fighter plane at the end of the queue. The fighter plane is only a few meters away.

The formation leader was a little surprised by their quick response: "Hey, they seemed to have caught the moment when we launched the missile, guessed that we were in an invisible state, and then, led by the leading fighter, fired a volley. It is worthy of being Caesar The pilots of the mercenary regiment, I am afraid they all have the flight license of Class B pilots, so they are eligible to enter this laurel fleet."

"Captain, it was quite dangerous just now. Their laser beams have a wide range. If they hadn't underestimated our flying speed, we might have been hit by them." A ghost fighter pilot still had lingering fears.

The formation leader led the formation to turn a corner and said: "I know, we must be careful when we fire next time, and be careful not to be caught. They will probably pay more attention next time."

After speaking, the formation leader reported the situation to Quentin.

After Quentin got the news, he immediately issued a warning to all the Phantom fighters: "Attention all pilots, the enemy may determine your position through the moment you fire. Be careful when you fire next, and don't be too far away from the enemy. The plane is too close, remember, their communication has also been harassed, as long as they are a little farther away from their courtyard, the pilots of the Caesar Mercenary Group will not be able to make any trouble."

"Yes, Colonel!" replied all the pilots.

At this time, the formation leader who issued the warning looked at the surrounding situation, nodded with satisfaction, and said to the headset: "Our targets are almost wiped out, why don't we go back and kill the fighter squadron just now, brothers, what do you think?" ?”

"it is good!"

"That's right!"

"It should be like this!" A series of voices of approval came from the headset.

"Okay, let's go!" With the shout of the formation leader, the formation turned over and flew back.

Under the guidance of the radar, they quickly discovered the group of black fighter planes that fired at them just now.

Black is the background color of the universe, which can effectively deceive the vision, so there are so many black fighters, and only those who are particularly confident in themselves will drive fighters with bright colors.

"The target is right ahead. The brothers are ready to fire a volley to break up their formation. Without communication and our interference, it is impossible for them to restore the formation." The formation leader shouted.

"Okay!" The queue of twelve ghost fighters was not chaotic at all, and they each set their targets and were ready to attack.

As the ghost fighter formation approached the black fighter unit, the formation leader gave an order: "Attack!"

A row of twenty-four missiles attacked the group of fifty black fighter planes!

The fifty fighters scattered immediately, like a goddess scattering flowers, and there were no formations.

And they threw out all kinds of baits one after another in an attempt to mislead the direction of the missile.

However, only a small part of the missiles were blocked by the decoys, and fifteen or six missiles rushed over and destroyed the target.

Then the formation leader yelled: "Scatter, each finds the attack target!"

As a result, the ghost fighters disbanded the queue, found their targets one after another, and greeted them with laser cannons.

If the ghost fighter pilots go to Worrell to participate in the pilot training, each of them can get back a first-level certificate. After all, they are all clones born for flying. They are born with various fighting skills in their minds. After a period of time, after a few actual battles, mastering these skills, you can become an excellent ghost fighter pilot!

A Wraith pilot had just eliminated his target, knocking a black fighter jet apart in space with a missile, and suddenly he heard sirens go off.

On the radar, a black fighter appeared behind him and was firing at him!

Since the black fighters accounted for the majority in the field, even if they were wiped out a lot at the beginning, there were still more than 30 fighters left, which was much more than a formation of ghost fighters. The direction in which the missile appeared found his presence.

The ghost fighter pilot secretly said: "However, this requires very high eyesight and judgment. Presumably this enemy is also a top-level pilot. It's interesting."

He suddenly made an emergency change of direction, and let the Kaiser Mercenary fighter jet pass. The other party couldn't see his movements at all, and just blindly chased him down.

"It's a pity that you didn't kill me the moment I made a move. Now it's my turn."

The Wraith made a half-circle, bit the tail of the Kaiser Mercenary fighter, and then aimed calmly, blasting the opponent with a few bursts.

When two people of similar skill fight, one can see each other and the other cannot. This is a big difference.

After killing the target, the Wraith Fighter joined the encirclement and suppression of other targets.

The formation leader of the ghost fighter formation naturally approached the captain of the fighter formation—the golden fighter. aim.

"You have some skills. You can tell from this evasive action that you are a master." The formation leader held the steering column firmly in his hand, not in a hurry.

At this time, several laser beams suddenly shot from behind. Although they missed, they also caught his attention.

The formation leader looked on the radar, and there were three black fighter planes biting his tail.

"Did I become visible?" He glanced at the energy meter, and saw that the power of the stealth system was still more than 60%, and the stealth indicator also showed that his fighter was still in the invisible state.

"Not visible."

The laser light behind him was still emitting continuously, and the angle was changing all the time, appearing a bit blind.

"I see, the golden fighter also restricted my route through a series of evasive actions. They didn't see it, but they knew that the fighter they were chasing would definitely appear near my place. It seems that the one in front used himself as a bait , Sure enough, it is a good way to arrange this kind of tactics without communication, presumably because these fighters have been partnered for a long time, and they have already formed a tacit understanding." The formation leader guessed in his heart.

At this time, other ghost fighters pulled out their hands and came to rescue the formation leader.

The three black fighter planes following the formation leader were destroyed one after another, leaving him with the opportunity to fight the enemy team leader one-on-one.

The formation leader pressed the launch button and fired two missiles at the golden fighter, but when the missiles approached, the golden fighter suddenly rolled over and avoided the missiles.

The two missiles flew forward for a while, then turned back, and the golden fighter jet fired two bursts in a row, blowing them up in the air.

"What a powerful master." The formation leader praised.

As soon as the words fell, the golden fighter suddenly rolled and changed direction urgently, turning an arc, and aimed directly at the formation leader's fighter!

"Seeing that the general situation is over, do you want to decide the outcome with one move, okay!" Seeing the action of the golden fighter, the formation leader suddenly became competitive and rushed towards it.

The two planes headed toward each other, fired almost simultaneously, and then brushed past.

One of the fighter planes exploded into a fireball not far away!

at last.

The one who survived the two was the leader of the ghost fighter formation!

Sitting in the cockpit, he took two deep breaths, glanced at the radar, and saw that the battle around him was close to the end, so he took off his oxygen mask, his helmet and hood, and wiped his sweat. He said to himself: "It's really dangerous. If he didn't see me, I'm afraid I would be the one who died. These natural drivers really shouldn't be underestimated."

As the battlefield gradually calmed down, the small and medium-sized battleships in the laurel fleet on the entire battlefield had been paralyzed or sunk.

When the Laurel Fleet chose a station, in order to keep it secret, they deliberately chose an airspace where few people passed by. At this time, the battle had been going on for more than half an hour, but no outsiders had passed by around the battlefield.

Quentin led his first formation around the battlefield, observed the progress of each unit's battle, and asked the formations that had completed their missions to assist the formations that had not yet completed their missions.

After all the active battleships were wiped out, he connected Howard's communication to inform him of the situation here.

Howard seemed to have expected this, and said with a smile: "Very good, everything is going according to plan."

Just at this time, the second wave of attacking troops came to the battlefield, composed of another 50 formations of ghost fighters, they were all new forces, responsible for completely destroying the paralyzed warships.

It turns out that after the fifty formations of ghost fighters completed their missions, the stock of missiles was running out, and their laser cannons had only one level of energy, which was completely useless against these large and small warships, so Howard asked them to Quentin returned with the troops.

So ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Quentin shouted in the headset: "Brothers, return!" He regrouped the troops and returned to the fleet.

Yang Ying also got the situation on the battlefield at the first moment. He sent a message to Quentin, and first asked: "Is there any loss?"

"More than 30 fighter planes were injured by the enemy when they launched the attack, but all the fighter planes were damaged, and the pilots were not injured." Quentin replied in a loud and proud voice.

"Very good. After you come back, go back to your respective support ships to replenish ammunition. I'm afraid there is still room for you. Only when you are fully armed can the third wave of attacking ghost fighters set off." Yang Ying Although he didn't care about the specific battle command this time, he still had enough understanding of the battle plan.

The fleet cannot be defended without enough fighter planes. There must always be fifty formations in the fleet to prevent emergencies.

"Okay, sir." Quentin said after being silent for a while, "Sir, I always feel that the Golden Flame is a little too quiet, and there may be problems."

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