Starfighter

Somewhere in the star field at the junction of the fifth war zone and the third war zone, a communication and reconnaissance ship is floating quietly on the side of the hull. On the side of the hull is the military emblem of the third war zone with two heads.

The main task of a small scout ship like this is to monitor the situation in the border star field. Of course, it does not need to run around without thinking. It relies on its own small radar to scan the situation on the border. It has a very unique and extremely modern system. Operating mode

In order to prevent other forces from stealthily invading their own star field, powerful warlord separatist forces such as the third war zone usually set up several human remote sensing signal balls on their border star fields. This kind of signal ball is a kind of condensed cutting-edge space technology. A high-tech product, in addition to being able to scan the star field within a certain range 24 hours a day, it can also form an impermeable sheet of space by emitting energy waves that can affect interstellar spaceships. airy mesh

This large network composed of energy waves can block any interstellar spaceship's space travel activities leading to the inside of the large network. Of course, in non-wartime situations, the "government" will generally "selectively" close the signal in a certain area. Balls so that civil spaceships such as civil aviation starships can enter the big net unimpeded, and these open areas are also places heavily guarded by this force, which is equivalent to their portals

In order to better monitor the border star fields in real time, the military will usually send communication and reconnaissance ships to monitor and collect the working status of the signal balls in a certain star field. Once any signal balls are abnormal, the communication ships will promptly Whether the identification is a technical failure or the enemy force secretly invades its own star field and quickly transmits the identification results back to the headquarters through the long-distance communicator[

To put it simply, as long as there are capable warlords and separatist forces, they will use their own high-tech defense circle composed of signal ball communication ships and border patrol fleets to block any sneak attacks by hostile forces.

"Beep beep beep" a clear and rapid siren sound suddenly echoed in the cabin of the small communication ship

"Old Jiu, get up and go see which of his mother's balls is definitely malfunctioning."

An impatient scolding sounded in the rest cabin. A communications soldier poked his head out of the bed and looked through the open door to the rapidly flashing alarm light in the electronic signal cabin, curling his lips and muttering, "What the fuck is it me again? Damn, I’ve already got up seven or eight times in half an hour, so I won’t go, yay, bah, it must have been hit by another doggy meteorite.”

Before the voice finished speaking, thunderous snoring sounded again in the rest cabin and the bleak alarm sound in the signal cabin interweaved into a different movement

The eleven communications soldiers in the rest cabin may not know that this is the last big sleep in their lives

Not far from the communication ship, a few triangular shadows slowly protrude from the depths of the dark starry sky, approaching the communication ship with a loud sound.

"Hooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the next moment, a row of bright laser beams whizzed over and blasted the communication ship to pieces.

"Echo No. [-] reports coordinate point xx, yy the enemy ships are cleaned up, repeat..." A ghost escort fighter pilot glanced through the rear-view radar at the huge fireball that was slowly fading behind him, and mechanically pointed at the communication headset call

A moment later, dense dots of light flashed out one after another from the starry sky where the triangular black shadows appeared. Slowly, one after another, Wuxian-class battleships with the military emblem of the fifth theater on their hulls slowly drove across the star field.

"Report to the marshal that the border defense network of the third theater has been opened. Our fleet group is entering the opponent's star field. After the assembly is completed, we will immediately turn to the outer space of the Vickers planet." A member of a Wuxian-class battleship numbered G30001 The burly middle-aged Samsung Admiral glanced at the star field map on the holographic command platform, and without looking back, he ordered in a deep voice to the adjutant next to him: "There is also a notice to the commanders of the squadrons and the follow-up near The Commander-in-Chief of the Ground Combat Forces must immediately prepare for combat.”

"It's the general," the adjutant of staff responded loudly, turned around and left in a hurry

"It's been half an hour. I don't know if the little bastards of the Huben Special Forces can handle it." The general glanced at the electronic clock in the corner of the podium, frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

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The famous mining area on the outskirts of Benguela, the capital of the Vickers planet, has already been turned into devastated ruins by fierce artillery fire. A looter mecha led a team of marines behind it carefully on the still hot body. Searching back and forth between the walls and ruins

"嗖嗖" there were two more soft sounds, two individual anti-armor guided missiles whizzed into a tall and mighty looter mecha with their bright blue tail flames, two loud noises, and the flames scattered In the meantime, the Marauder Mecha was turned into several steel wreckages of different sizes, and flew in all directions, and even the dozen or so marines behind it lay staggered on the ground.

"Fire at three o'clock!" An angry roar came, and dense rain instantly blasted half of the building at the three o'clock position that had fallen on the ground to pieces.

After the sound of "dog day" guns stopped, a marine company captain and several marines pulled out two bloody and charred corpses from the ruins, still tightly holding two light-guided hair guns in their hands. The "shooting" tube spat viciously on the corpse, and then the captain of the Marine Corps turned away with his men unwillingly.

Somewhere under the ruins, in the basement where the exit was blocked by "chaotic" stones, the bloody bearded man was quietly observing the movement outside through a narrow gap. Behind him, another big man with a broken arm was With red eyes and one arm holding an assault rifle against the head of Commander Elliott of the Third War Zone, panting heavily[

"Duke and the others have returned to their positions, Ken, it seems that we are the only ones left now, can you hold on?" The bearded man jumped down and said with a sad smile to the big man with bright red blood stains sticking from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry, boss, before I leave, I will destroy this old guy first to avenge my brothers." The man with a severed arm poked Elliot's head with a rifle and said coldly.

"Good job" the bearded man lightly patted the big man with the broken arm, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, followed by the bearded man turned around and walked to the corner, picked up a multi-barreled heavy machine gun and re-attached a chain, three or two Hanging on his body, he said lightly as if talking to himself: "Get ready, get ready, they will probably find this place in a short time."

"Kacha" the big bearded man answered with the crisp sound of the big man with a broken arm pulling the bolt of the gun with one hand, and then a gleam of determination flashed across his eyes

Just when the two big men were quietly sitting and preparing for their last battle, the clanging and powerful footsteps above the basement from all directions inexplicably chaotic on their own, and there was a faint sound of panic Shouts and shouts are mixed in

"What's going on?" The big bearded man's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly walked up to the narrow slit, squinting his eyes and observing the movement outside.

What caught his eyes were those marines running like flies. They seemed to see something that terrified them. Some marines even ran and fired randomly into the sky. In addition to the marines, even the mechas of the infantry natural enemies stumbled and ran between the ruins.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." a dense and thick laser cannon beam roared and hit the ground like lightning bolts falling from the sky, and the chaotic crowd burst into countless bright and brilliant fireballs one after another, throwing up countless fragments of armored human flesh Scattered in all directions under gunfire

"The Ghost Escort Fighter is the space fleet of our Fifth War Zone." A ghost fighter flew over the basement at super low altitude. The sharp-eyed man with sharp eyes clearly saw the military emblem on the fighter plane, and immediately turned back excitedly to the man with the broken arm and shouted loudly.

"Master, it's finally over," the big man with the broken arm cursed with tears in his eyes, his whole body went limp, he leaned against the wall and passed out in a daze

The troops of the third theater on the ground, which was the size of an armored division, were blown away by the fleet of ghost fighter jets that fell from the sky almost in the blink of an eye. The armored command vehicles were turned into piles of scorched black by the targeted and precise bombing of the ghost fighter jets. The wreckage of the chariots, mechas and marines who lost their command turned around and ran towards the outside of the mining area, trying their best to get out of this battlefield, which was almost a slaughterhouse for ghost escort fighters, even those chubby Banshee fighters Driven by the densely packed group of ghost fighters, there are only scattered escapes.

The group of Viking fighter jets that were on standby in the nearby airspace finally rushed over, but what awaited them was a larger number of ghost escort fighter jets and ten weapons that slowly penetrated into the atmosphere of Planet Vickers with billowing clouds of strange smoke and dust. The Viking fighters with a small number of immortal-class battleships quickly fled to the periphery without armor and armor under the intensive cross-fire attack.

Immediately afterwards, countless landing pods were sprayed down from mid-air by those Wuxian-class battleships, dragging long trails of tail flames, whizzing straight to the ground, and the smoke and dust rose between teams of marines. The team members rushed out of the landing cabin one after another along with the tank mechs, and rushed towards this abandoned mining area from all directions.

"Ken, wake up, wake up our reinforcements, you heard our reinforcements." In the basement, the bearded man shook vigorously with the broken arm, trying to wake up his last subordinate, but the breath of the broken-armed man gradually weakened, as if he couldn't do anything. I can't hear the call of the bearded man

"It turns out that you are the Special Forces of the Fifth War Zone. No wonder, no wonder." Elliott, whose hands were tied behind his back, leaned against the wall and struggled to get up, standing on tiptoe through the narrow crack, and vaguely saw that the search was full. The enemy soldiers who passed by finally sighed as if they suddenly realized...

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