"The 'Swift' formation is 3.2 miles away from Megaton, and the estimated time of arrival is 30 seconds."
The CF/A-17G Wraith fighter piloted by Captain Erik Snabb was descending from an altitude of 7,000 feet like a vigorous falcon, passing over a large lake-shaped stratocumulus cloud. With the radar The numbers on the altimeter are constantly beating, and the eastern continent of Agria consists of a large area of inland swamp forest composed of fern trees, shrubs and herbs, like a vast green ocean.
A winding road leads directly to the city of Magadun outside the cockpit, like a gray ribbon. Even though this is not the first time to overlook the magnificent scenery of Agria from a high altitude, Captain Eric can't help but admire it in his heart.
The last time Eric saw such a beautiful planet was in the distant sea.
Agria is a treasure given to mankind by the stingy Milky Way. Her unique natural conditions have created a paradise on earth with smooth weather. Those living in the barren land should be jealous of the Agria people, because they were born in the cradle.
"All Swifts, check course setting 3-0-0, altitude 2992. Arrive at low altitude and search for ground targets." Eric felt that his Wraith fighter was approaching its prey like a strong kestrel, and the sky was being swept away. Far behind. Eric's wingman was nearby, and these Steel Wings operating in formation were equally impressive.
They were two Terran Empire standard Wraith fighters with beautiful golden and red paint. Of course they were perfect in the eyes of the pilots. In fact, the Wraith fighter planes were once the best stealth fighters of the Revolutionary Army, and now they are also perfect. Same.
Each Wraith fighter may have a different origin and come from different planets and starports, but the modular casting process allows them to maintain a consistent aesthetic.
The radar scan showed the positions of the other fighters of the Swift Squadron, and behind them were more than 400 Grizzly bombers and Banshee bombers. The unstoppable King of the Sky was rapidly approaching the city of Megaton in the forest mist.
The Tyranid Empire is no longer the revolutionary army that still has to rely on transport ships to convert bombers. The new Banshee fighter is a new generation of stealth bombers, and it is the well-deserved king of the battlefield.
However, even so, the Wraith fighter is still not behind at this time. After all, it has not been out for many years. The new optical tracker and stealth module give the Wraith the sharpness of a ghostly stealth eagle. In the past, the Wraith was as sharp as a stealth eagle. Anti-aircraft artillery is as ridiculous to Wraiths as a child with a slingshot.
"Received in Swift on the 3rd."
"Received on Swift 4th."
everything is normal.
On the head-up display, the beautiful Megaton became clearer and clearer. Two months ago, Eric didn't even know how to spell this word, but now he could recite it backwards and forwards.
Magadon, the second largest immigrant city in Agria, has a population of more than one million twenty years ago. It is the largest industrial and port cargo center on the planet. This is unimaginable in the edge world. In the past, many of Eric's comrades-in-arms he knew had gone to the Military Training Center in Magadon for treatment. The beautiful scenery there was a good medicine for healing the wounds in human hearts.
That's all in the past.
Eric thought silently in his heart that it was all in the past.
Today's Megaton has become an unavoidable nightmare. Thousands of high-rise buildings have collapsed and been reduced to ruins. Countless prosperity and glory have disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It took humans many years to build the current Megaton, two generations of time and effort, but it only took two days for the swarm to destroy it.
Whether it is a paradise like Agria or a desolate red Gobi like Antiga, there is no difference in the eyes of the zerg. So this is the reason why Eric fights for it. It has nothing to do with this monster.
It's easy to talk about truth, but the truth only exists within the range. If you try to reason with bugs, you'll only end up with dead bugs.
"Check weapons and prepare for battle. The sky above Magadun is a free engagement zone. Fire on all unidentified ground and air units." An order from the command center came through Eric's communication channel.
He immediately replied: "Onward, headquarters."
The Swift Squadron and the other two Wraith fighter squadrons perform the task of escorting the bomber formation, in other words, they are nannies.
In the past wars with the Zerg, it was difficult for humans to gain air superiority. One of the most critical problems was that the Zerg also had their "fighters" and bombers, and they were more and better than the humans. It was like making popcorn.
A few insect eggs can transform dozens of alien dragons and blasting mosquitoes, and then these monsters will further mutate into other more terrifying flying monsters.
Every human fighter pilot taking off in the Zerg War must be prepared to die. Compared with that, the task of driving away pirates on the edge world is just a stroll in one's own garden.
Without air superiority, superior firepower coverage is out of the question. But the Griffin Swarm is very special. They mostly use infected humans and other creatures as weapons, and there are no Leviathan Swarm and Jörmungandr Swarm.
The huge air power of the swarm means that it will be difficult for the Griffin swarm to gain air superiority.
Eric only encountered a few Overlords in Agria, and his comrades would refer to dealing with these flying creatures with giant air bags as poking balloons.
Each Cerebrate has a different personality and tendency, and their clan naturally inherits this. The advantages will be obviously amplified, but it does not mean that the Cerebrate is unaware of the weaknesses of its own clan.
But when fighting against the Griffin tribe, the pressure on the human air force is much less.
"Ground troops found below, west of Highway 5." A Wraith fighter pilot said on the channel:
"Friendly force, repeat, friendly force. It's the 45th Marine Brigade."
"Damn it, for God's sake, don't be surprised, you bitch." The other pilot muttered, "I almost lost something."
"Tie you to your seat, coward, or you'll eject yourself," someone shouted back.
"You are tighter than mom."
They are both members of the Swift Squadron and are Eric's two wingmen. The flight terms must be precise enough, but pilots who are frightened by their teammates are not prohibited from swearing.
Just like all the Tyranid Empire's ace fighter squadrons, the Swift Squadron is composed of experienced veterans, and there are no unlucky recruits.
In the past, Swift Squadron belonged to the Korhal Revolutionary Army. Eric still remembered that when he first joined the Revolutionary Army, there were only four Wraiths in the hangar of the Hyperion, and the average ammunition weighed less than a few pounds per person.
To expand the hangar, one has to rely on buying, borrowing or even robbing. As for pilots, the revolutionary army has no shortage of them. In some worlds where spacecraft have been popularized, children from rich families can fly planes.
Now, Swift is a registered Tyranid Empire air force squadron, and the former rebels have turned into government forces. Good times seem to be coming. If Eric and his comrades perform well, they may become Xiang.
The flying hero of the Yu Empire world.
Eric had had such a dream more than once. He was awarded the Medal of Heroes by Emperor Augustus himself under the Tower of Korhar. After defeating the Protoss and Zerg and becoming famous, Eric could return to his hometown and get married.
I heard that many nobles in Tarsonis are now in despair, and many noble ladies and viscountesses have committed themselves to imperial officers.
This era belongs to the Terran Empire, where the former revolutionaries have become the current rulers.
"Unidentified flying units were discovered, two Avenger Spitfires, traveling at 400 knots per hour, they are coming towards us!"
"I'm locked in!"
"Shoot them down!" Eric ordered:
"The one in front belongs to me, and the rest should be divided among you. Don't let the people from Airenor Squadron take it away."
Swift Squadron's motto, no matter what, I must shoot down one.
Even though he has only joined the Revolutionary Army for two years, Eric is already a veteran. He has flown 57 missions in Agria alone. Eric may not be the best Wraith fighter pilot.
, but he is definitely the one who is most suitable for the fighter.
He is a ghost.
Every Wraith fighter pilot believes that they are the best ace. This arrogance stems from the loyalty and excellence of this unit. The Wraiths of the Tyranid Empire once competed in the sky with the Zerg and Protoss, and their footprints are all over the planet.
Environment and danger in a deserted universe.
Wraith fighter pilots have the bravest souls in the fleet. They are the most bohemian aerial cowboys in the entire universe. Those captains who shout to abandon ship when a piece of paint falls off the side of the ship are not worthy of holding their shoes.
Eric is a leader among the Wraith fighter pilots. He was once one of those young people who dreamed of flying into the sky. When the revolutionary army came to Eric's hometown, he still drove his father's small aircraft to travel.
The children of dignitaries provided rescue services. An Air Force major came to Eric and asked him if he wanted to try a more interesting job.
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No matter what, Eric never regretted his decision. In the revolutionary army, he met many enthusiastic young people and made many friends. Although many of them left Eric forever, Including his first girlfriend.
A streamlined fighter plane appeared at the edge of Eric's field of vision and was accelerating. It was an old-fashioned Avenger, used by local militias. Speaking of which, only a wealthy place like Agria could support it. air force.
In other words, in a small place, any yacht can be used as a battleship if it is equipped with a small-caliber gun. You have to compare the goods.
But this Avenger is different from anything Eric has ever seen. Its silver-white fuselage is covered with a thick layer of organic matter and a hard brown carapace. The engine air inlet and exhaust port have been blocked by pipes. replace.
The miserable pilot was being comforted in the driver's seat by countless nerves. His head might have been opened, and the proliferated cranial nerves extended from it, integrating with the entire cockpit, like the brain of a living thing.
Even though it still maintains the appearance of a human fighter plane, the internal structure of this Avenger has been completely different. This kind of fighter plane infected by the zerg does not need to be refueled, and it can directly swallow high-energy gas.
Eric turned on the main weapon safety switch and looked up at the prompts on the HUD display. He adjusted the speed and aiming position, decisively triggered the flight, and the two dual-star air-to-air missiles were fired.
At the same time, the Avenger fighter on the opposite side also activated its cannon and opened fire violently in the turbulence of the air. However, its speed was not as fast as that of the Wraith fighter, and its accuracy was not as good as that of a laser-guided missile.
Such infected fighters usually have no opponent in thinking and judgment of human pilots, but they have other attack methods, such as closing the distance to self-destruct or exchanging lives for lives.
The Griffin Swarm is a strange flower among the various clans of the Swarm. They even created bombers full of explosive infected bodies, and the effect was unexpectedly very good.
When the Avenger fighter plane was hit and exploded into millions of sparks and fragments, Eric's Avenger had already drawn an arc several miles away, and he was unable to appreciate the spectacular explosion scene.
Saved another sad soul.
After seeing infected people enslaved by the swarm, even the most hard-hearted person will say that they need to be freed.
"The target has been destroyed, it is mine." The pilot of Swift 4 said loudly.
"It's indeed yours." Eric said.
At this time, the city of Megaton was directly below Eric. The city seemed to be in a brown haze, with its surface covered with an ugly carpet of bacteria.
Among them, only a few skyscrapers are still standing, but there are still beating veins wrapped around them. Some buildings are quickly marked and enlarged on the display screen.
"Dive to a thousand feet and attack all ground anti-aircraft firepower." Eric continued to order:
"Repeat, dive and fire."
The ugly ruins of Megaton seemed to be so close, like a piece of rotten and smelly grapefruit peel. Some small gray dots appeared on the display screen, and the information indicated that they were spore crawlers of Zerg. This weird creature could "A mouthful of spit" knocks anything out of the sky, even a battlecruiser.
True, Megaton was once a beautiful city, but it has now been transformed into a zerg hatchery. The terrifying Griffon swarm has taken over Megaton, turning it into a source of infection that spreads the disease.
Humanity has only one choice, burn it down and build a new one.
Eric noticed that there were some even larger zerg buildings in the city of Megaton, shaped like huge green water bladders, like giant Antigonids with green heads.
From their open nozzles, large clumps of green mucus are being sprayed tens of thousands of feet into the air, which can even threaten fleets in high-altitude orbits. It is hard to imagine what kind of organs are involved in this process It plays a role, but all in all, no pilot wants his fighter plane to be scratched.
"What is that?" Iris has never seen it.
"Well, I guess it's bile, sir," one Swift replied.
"No matter what, blow it up." Eric said:
This young Swift offered a wise saying, which benefited him a lot in his limited life.
That's fucking awesome.
"Swift calls in bomber formations to refuel our old friends."