Female president's private killer

A dense cluster of thunder and lightning fighters pass between the large and small reefs, just like a peregrine falcon in the dense forest at dusk.

Seeing that Lord Humphrey's escape pod was destroyed and the propeller was in danger, the American pilots were all red eyed. What safe flight rules, what instructor's instructions, and what fighter's performance limits have all been thrown out of the sky. All fighters are flying at top speed. No one cares how complex and dangerous the environment is.

The fiery red lights that burst out when they hit the small island due to manipulation errors suddenly flashed in the raging tide of fast-moving fighters.

But no one paid any attention to these unlucky pilots.

The companion behind them only deflected the control lever, let the fighter pass by the bright and dark fireball like lightning, and continued to fly towards the central theater.

All the soldiers understand what Humphrey means to the United States!

He is not an ordinary nobleman.

He is an Imperial General; He is the leader of the young generation of imperial generals; Is the current parent of the Humphrey family, one of the four families; It is an imperial Duke who rules a family with hundreds of thousands of armies and two royal elephant fleets!

No one dares to imagine the consequences of Humphrey's death here.

That would be the most serious defeat suffered by the United States since the North Korean War decades ago, and the most unacceptable humiliation and blow to the imperial aristocracy! Everyone present will face the anger of the royal family and aristocracy, the review of the Imperial Security Department and the trial of the imperial court!

The thought that the Lord worries about the death of his minister has long been the belief that every soldier of Humphrey fleet believes in with all his body and mind.

They are the servants of Humphrey. In their minds, the Duke's life is far more valuable than their own life! No one would hesitate to exchange the lives of the whole fleet for Humphrey's survival.

As the battle approached the periphery of the central theater, it became white hot.

More than 200 thunderbolts rushed to the front and were entangled by a hundred dragon fighters.

The two sides are like two opposing waves. At the moment of intersection, they collide into messy spray rising into the sky.

Fighter planes are circling through, chasing and fighting each other. Fireballs are rising in the small island. The invisible shock wave urges the diffuse gas, dust and gravel to spread rapidly around into staggered circles.

The lightning motor group that hurriedly returned to defense was not as powerful as expected. Without a strict formation, 1200 fighters stretched for nearly 100 nautical miles and could not concentrate their combat effectiveness at all. The performance of their fighters is also in an obvious underground wind in the confrontation with dragon fighters. When they are eager to break through, they are the target of cunning and ferocious dragon fighters!

After the three groups of dragon fighters handed over the ground attack on the escape pod to the mecha team led by Duan Tiandao, they all put in the interception of the thunder motor group.

Destroy the rear thrusters of the escape pod, and they have completed the task.

The rest is for those mecha Ares. All they can do is buy time and pray for the two poor American mecha, hoping that they won't be beaten too badly.

The cluster of fighters is hanging, and the sea area is completely boiling.

But the original lively place has been deserted.

When the pilots Cohen and breed, who were driving the modified aircraft, watched the flying fighters go away in droves, and saw 20 cyan mecha swaggering in front of them, their first reaction was to be confused; The second reaction is to laugh in anger!

Originally, the rear thrusters of the escape pod were destroyed, and Cohen and brid endured very hard in the face of more and more attacks from marine fighters.

Their mecha can gallop among the huge and slow turning warships, but that doesn't mean they can be invincible in the same dexterous fleet.

The combat mode of fighters is to win with agility and speed.

In the last few tens of seconds, in the face of nearly a hundred times the number of fighters, Cohen and breed have given up large-scale killing, and chose to retreat to the escape pod, guard with all their strength and wait for the rescue of the lightning fleet.

Unexpectedly, at this time, these fighters gave up the attack, ran to intercept the mine motor group, and handed over the task of attacking the escape pod to 20 mecha!

With 20 mecha, I want to defeat myself

Cohen and brid burst into laughter. They felt that these idiots in front of them looked down on themselves too much.

This will be the most serious mistake made by this difficult and broken fleet in this battle!

Two cars ruled that the traction engines were stowed almost at the same time.

Scorpion pincer external traction engine is used when facing fighters or long-distance warships. For small-scale combat between mecha, auxiliary thrusters on the back and center of the foot of the mecha are enough.

When the engine broke into small squares, shrunk into two small olive shapes and was put into the storage compartment on the two ribs of the mecha, Cohen and brid rushed to the ground and sent out a set of light signals.

The whole world seemed to be quiet all at once.

The duel between the frenzied fighter clusters can no longer attract the attention of the soldiers on both sides who quickly move closer to the central theater. The light mass and light chain in the eyes, and the flying fighters disappeared from the field of vision.

The only thing that exists is twenty cyan mecha, two calm rulings, and... The shoulders of two rulings and six flashing signal lights at the same time.

Light signals have been used in the human world for thousands of years.

Modern lighting signals are more perfect than those in the ancient earth period, expressing more meaning, more accurate and simpler.

As a signal means used when the ship's electronic system is disturbed, in distress, or in an emergency, the modern navigation code clearly requires every crew member to master this basic skill before leaving the ground and entering the sea for the first time.

Therefore, when Cohen and Brad played the light signal, everyone was in an uproar.

The signal of the ruling is simple.

"Say your last prayer."

The straightforward and arrogant signal is so dazzling in the Black Sea. In the flashing light, the streamer of the propeller is gradually bright, and the ruling slowly faces the fierce army armor.

The two cars ruled exactly like ancient Spartan soldiers. Their movements are slow and smooth, with a trace of carelessness and a trace of coldness. As if they were facing only twenty ants.

"Frog at the bottom of the well! The mantis is the cart! "

The captain of an American battleship annotated the fate of 20 cyan mecha in eight words. He took out a bottle of good wine and opened the cap without hesitation. Gave the last two words to the fierce Army: "stupid!"

For him, the battle is over!

This fleet from the free world simply does not understand what the ruling means to the mainstream human society and to this war!

If they knew that in the Catalan region not long ago, a standard combat squad's ruling defeated a three armored division, I'm afraid they wouldn't have made the stupid thing of using 20 mecha against two decisions!

Lack of insight will make them stupid.

And stupidity on the battlefield... Can kill people! Cohen and brid's light signals are not arrogant. They are just explaining a fact!

More than a hundred hours of combat fatigue, these tens of minutes of high tension, has been swept away.

The officers and men of the whole Humphrey fleet could not help but relax their tight bodies and recline comfortably on the back of their chairs.

The officers were laughing at each other. The soldiers laughed, whispered, shook hands and clapped hands.

Banknotes were placed on the staff's stage.

The captains of the ships smiled and turned a blind eye to it.

Two male lions facing two hundred kites may make everyone a little nervous. Facing twenty local dogs... What else to worry about?

Now, what we need to do is to bet on how long these 20 mindless mecha can last.

While the Americans were relaxed, there was a dead silence in the 19th fleet. Everyone's hands and hearts were pinched with sweat.

Ordinary Chinese officers and soldiers have only heard of this kind of mecha. This is attributed to the fact that the Chinese high-level has blocked such mecha news.

However, the paper can't stop the fire.

The recent large-scale exercise of ruling the mecha has made all kinds of gossip about this mecha spread.

In these rumors, the description of this kind of machine armor is even more terrible than the machine armor itself.

Many Chinese soldiers have heard that a ruling can kill an Armored Regiment!

Originally, many of them didn't believe it.

However, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley when they saw the performance of this strange mecha in the dense group of fierce army fighters. Just warm up hope, once again become cold.

The most complicated mood is naturally Zhou Zhi.

At this time, he could not sit still. He and Pang Mingjian, as well as many staff officers who had no work at hand, went to the front of the command console and were facing the main screen of the hall, concentrating and holding their breath.

He knows the power of the ruling, and he also knows the power of Fang Chutian, but he has no bottom of the mecha behind Chu Tian.

It's like two swords, about to usher in the most fierce collision!

Who wins and who loses? A little desperate, but also some hope. Such a mood is undoubtedly a kind of suffering!

Fortunately, however, this suffering did not last long.

In just a few seconds, 20 cyan mecha have met the ruling. In the face of the enemy's provocation, a cyan mecha rushed in front. Without saying a word, it fit and burst in. Raising its legs is a knee bump.

"General! The Humvee requests directional communication! "

The startled voice of the correspondent beside him suddenly drew Zhou Zhidi's attention back from the screen.

"What?" Zhou Zhi was surprised and hurriedly said, "connect it quickly!"

At the same time, he habitually glanced out of the side window and the radar screen. However, apart from the Chinese warships surrounded by triangular attack formation and entering the reef zone one after another, he did not see any warships that could communicate with him.

"General! It's Colonel Huang Xiaolei! " As soon as the picture of the communication screen flashed, Pang Mingjian, chief of staff, shouted in surprise.

"Huang Xiaolei!" Zhou Zhi grabbed the communicator and said, "those two mecha are..."

Halfway through, Zhou Zhi suddenly stopped.

Because Huang Xiaolei sighed on the screen: "of course I know these two mecha are the 12th generation mecha in the United States..."

"How do you..." Zhou Zhi couldn't hide his surprise.

"Forget it, I can't tell for a moment." Huang Xiaolei covered her forehead with a headache and said with a bitter smile, "let your fleet change its formation. Don't tangle with the enemy and directly insert it into the central theater. We are ready to capture Humphrey! "

"Capture Humphrey!"

Zhou Zhi couldn't believe his ears. He looked at Huang Xiaolei and the hall of the control room of the fierce warship behind Huang Xiaolei: "you mean they... Can win?"

As soon as his voice fell, he heard a sudden roar in his ear!

What's the matter?

Zhou zhihuoran turned his head!