At this moment, the main fleet formation of the 20th Army of the Galactic Republic has been surrounded by countless swarm drones. These drones are just like real swarms, with countless numbers and insignificant sizes.
, and powerful lethality!
That's right, even these micro drones, which are no more than one meter in size, actually had the shields of several Jaeger-class battlecruisers penetrated amidst the dense shooting!
This completely subverts everything Gideon Tarkin knew!
We must know that no matter how technology develops, large size will always have an advantage. Under the same technological conditions, a 500-meter-long warship is no match for a 1,000-meter-long warship. If such a situation occurs, then the only choice is
This shows that there is a generational difference in technology between the two sides.
But what is in front of us now is a micro-drone over 1 meter long and a 1,137-meter-long Jaeger-class battlecruiser!
Normally, an attack of this magnitude cannot even shake the self-circulation of the battleship's deflector shield! In other words, even if it fires for ten thousand years, it will be useless!
But now, the shield of a Jaeger-class battlecruiser has been penetrated! By those tiny drones!
"No! The situation is not right!" Seeing this situation, Gideon Tarkin suddenly had a terrible premonition of doomsday in his heart. He said loudly: "Keep taking off the fighter jets! All anti-air firepower is on full blast! Be sure to drive them away.
Counterattack drone!
"
"yes!"
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In the Jaeger-class battlecruiser Flash, sirens kept sounding. A large number of pilots were fully dressed, holding huge full-coverage flight helmets, marching in squadron units, and arriving at their respective hangars on the hangar platform.
, make final preparations.
The squadrons that had assembled stood in a row to receive the final lecture from the squadron leader.
"Torrent Squadron, listen! Today is our lucky day! Because our mission is to fight! Fly! Fly!"
"...This is the tradition of our Westfield Squadron! Bring back victory!"
"...Squadron Darling is here! Did you see the data I sent just now? This is our goal - tiny, fast, and fierce! If we want to come back alive, we must follow the established tactical plan..."
"The Iron Bird Squadron has assembled!..."
"The Fire Cat Squadron has assembled..."
In the busy hangar platform, there are gathering fighter pilots and busy ground staff everywhere. Fighters are constantly being pulled to the electromagnetic catapult by the towing device, and the instructor is giving final instructions to the fighter pilots.
There are more ground crews preparing the fighter jets that need to take off, the fuel filling is completed, and the anti-gravity hoisting machinery is loading concussion missiles into the missile bay one by one.
The engineer on the side has connected the data cable of the device in his hand to the fighter's weapon system. After pressing a few buttons, the columns indicating the weapon energy, fire control system, and control system continue to rise until they are full, and the green light turns on.
The engineer unplugged the data cable and gave a thumbs up to indicate that the weapon system was ready.
The cylindrical navigation robot has also arrived under the fighter, entered the fighter through the lifting system inside the fighter, and began to complete system docking.
"Set off!"
"Ready to take off!
"
"Come on!
"
The pilots ran to their fighter jets, grabbed the handles, jumped into the cockpit, and put on full-coverage helmets. As data from various systems were accessed, a large amount of data appeared in front of the pilots, the panoramic projection system was activated, and the fighter jets showed 360 degrees.
The situation appeared before their eyes without any blind spots.
If you are an ordinary person, you will be dizzy and overwhelmed just by reaching this step, but for these pilots who have trained for a long time, this is as simple as eating.
The communication system began to transmit communications from the flight control center of the battleship Flash.
[Storm Squadron, this is the Flash Flight Control Center, number 0079. I will be responsible for cooperating with your deployment of this battle.] A female soldier with a ponytail sat in front of the computer, checking the data on the computer and opening it.
The communication microphone said.
Around her is a spacious office, with hundreds of personnel sitting in their respective seats, providing support for each squadron of the battleship.
This is the flight control center of the Jaeger-class battlecruiser, located directly under the bridge.
"Wow! It's Sergeant Marlene! I sat at the same table with her at dinner yesterday!" A pilot whistled.
"Stop talking nonsense!" His voice was interrupted by the squadron leader, "This is the Tornado Squadron. We are ready to take off. Please provide us with the tactical objectives of this operation."
[Gust Wind Squadron, your goal in this operation is to assist the Sky Green battleship in air defense operations. The ship is now being attacked by drones, numbering 470. Please prepare for takeoff immediately. The countdown is three minutes. After three minutes, I will
The shield at the front of the ship will be lowered to facilitate take-off. The take-off window is two minutes, please hurry up.]
"Tempest Squadron received."
Rumble~~~~ There was a roar from the hangar platform. Everyone looked up and saw that the hundreds of meters long ceiling of the hangar platform separated directly to both sides, revealing a dark universe.
Now, between the vacuum of the universe and them, there is only an invisible wall of light to block the vacuum, and a deflector shield to resist attacks.
But at this moment, all I could see was that the supposedly empty universe was occupied by countless fires!
Fighters flew by at high speed, laser cannons and blaster cannons fired wildly, missiles soared into the air and fired towards the target with blue tail flames. Several close-in defense guns on both sides of the hangar platform door were also firing wildly.
However, if you look at it with the naked eye, you can't see where the enemy is at all. You can only see everyone firing.
But then, I saw countless small beams of light suddenly lighting up. These beams were very tiny, but very dense. Only at the moment when the beams were emitted, could I barely see the tiny figures.
And with the launch of these tiny beams, several Republic fighter jets instantly exploded into fireballs, and then countless fragments flew away.
In the communication channel of the Tornado Squadron, the somewhat relaxed atmosphere just now disappeared and was replaced by a dead silence.
This is... the battlefield they are about to rush to!
The battlefield of despair!
At this moment, in the communication channel, the clear voice of the flight controller came, [Countdown to 10 seconds! Prepare to take off!
10,9,8……]
The electromagnetic ejection devices under all fighter jets have been charged, the Jaeger-class battlecruiser Flash has entered a relatively safe position, the front deflector shield has been lowered, and the hangar platform door has been unfolded.
After the countdown ended, Republic fighter jets ejected one after another, with acceleration reaching over 10G in an instant, flying towards this tragic battlefield!