The Nuwa transformed into a robot form at a height close to the ground and slowly landed on a cliff by the sea.
Luo Meiwu climbed out of the cockpit, holding a pair of red high heels in her hands, and lightly jumped onto the palms of the Nuwa.
Yu Zhesen controlled the Nuwa to squat down and put Luo Meewu on the ground.
"I'll leave the Nuwa number to you, baby. This is a big treasure worth 1.5 billion, so you must take it easy." Luo Meiwu raised her head and smiled at him.
"Oh, the cockpit is finally spacious and comfortable for one person." Yu Zhesen said loudly and deliberately.
"Your sister! Yu Zhesen, you are such a straight man..."
Luo Meiwu stamped her feet, then laughed angrily: "Come back alive."
"Okay, but in case of an accident, I will try my best to keep a recording and ask Miss Luo to help me transfer it to Commissioner An He of the Security Bureau."
Luo Meiwu thought thoughtfully: "Didn't you pass it on to your adoptive father, Director An?"
"It's all the same." Yu Zhesen smiled.
Anyway, the only people in this world that he could call a "family" relationship were the father and daughter named An.
If he really wanted to leave a last message, he would be too embarrassed to use it all to confess to An He. How could he give half of it to An Zhitian to thank him for his care and cultivation over the years?
As for An He...instead of using affectionate words to increase her troubles in the future, it's better to be humorous as always.
The restarted Nuwa transformed into a fighter plane, ignited and took off.
"Hell, I was thinking about the funeral before I fell into the sea, but now I'm thinking about my last words. This is so unlucky!" He muttered to himself in the cockpit of the Nuwa.
"Actually, I'm not optimistic about your plan to attack the mothership." Shi Xin appeared on the electronic screen of the Nuwa, occupying the left half of the three-dimensional perception map of the battlefield situation.
Her body is also outlined with green lines in the three-dimensional drawing, as if it were a three-dimensional modeling draft.
"I also think it is impossible to kill a deep-sea warship with just a few planes, but the people of Team 141 are obviously prepared to risk their lives."
Yu Zhesen told her his thoughts: "But I always feel...if I don't go, I would be a bit sorry for them, and also sorry for the advanced Nuwa."
"You are such a gentle and good man."
"No, no, I'm getting goosebumps. An He will never say such a thing to her. Please pay attention to it in the future."
"I am not An He, I am Shi Xin, so I will say! Listen Yu Zhesen, I said it is difficult for you to succeed not because I think the performance of VXF-21 or Nuwa is not good. If the weapons you carry can hit, destroy
That battleship is enough!"
Yu Zhesen asked doubtfully: "So you think we can't hit it? Why? I don't know what weapons the 141st team of the National Defense Force used, but there are various types of missiles on the Nuwa. We used over-the-horizon strikes to kill Wu Wa before.
Man-machine swarm."
"Because Friedheim is there."
"Can Friedheim physically intercept missiles?" Yu Zhesen was stunned, "Is a dean-level lunatic so terrifying?"
"Let me tell you a ghost story. Previously, Team 141 was not controlled by the electronic warfare weapons on the battleship, but by Friedheim alone." Shi Xin said seriously, "You were killed in the virtual space with one sword.
The broken control red line is exactly connected to him, have you forgotten?"
Of course I haven't forgotten it, but Yu Zhesen originally thought that the image of Friedheim in the virtual space was just a symbol of the advent sect hacker, and according to his own theory, Friedheim's own powers can hack and control the system.<
/p>
"Friedheim's special power is to create electronic interference. No missiles can break through his defense." Shi Xin said pessimistically.
"Then the 141 team is going to fly into the flames?" Yu Zhesen was a little anxious.
This will be an attack destined to fail.
The Nuwa was fully powered, flying across the sky like a meteor, and pounced on the sea area where the deep-sea mothership of the Adventist Sect was parked.
The four vxf-21s of Team 141 reappeared in his battlefield situational awareness map.
"All the missiles attacking beyond visual range were intercepted by the opponent. The opponent seems to have powerful electronic jamming capabilities!" The lead plane's call in the communication sounded desperate.
"Team 141, please return immediately." Yu Zhesen's voice came from the Nuwa, "There are electronic jammers on the enemy ship, and your attack will not be effective!"
As if to confirm what he said, the Nuwa opened the hidden magazine in the belly of the aircraft and fired all the bombs again.
Wearing a white judge-style wig and a military green camouflage cloak, Friedheim stood on the bow deck of the ship, looking at the missiles flying in the sky like meteors, and just tapped the crutch in his hand. p>
The missile group with a total cost of nearly 10 million lost its guidance in an instant and plunged into the sea like headless flies.
"Since the missiles don't work... then we have the only means of attack left!" The captain of the 141th squadron roared, "We all approach the target! Destroy it at all costs!"
Are these people crazy? They fly the most advanced supersonic stealth fighter of the National Defense Forces, and they actually want to rush into the face of a giant ship and play kamikaze attack?
Yu Zhesen was completely unable to understand this kind of tribute to the war madmen of the old Japanese island countries at first, until he piloted the Nuwa and followed Team 141 and flew over the black deep-sea mothership.
Seeing the four missile silos opened behind the bridge and the slowly rising launchers and missiles, Yu Zhesen understood the significance of this desperate attack - if these weapons cannot be destroyed, Qidao City will suffer a new round of destruction
Strike.
The VXF-21 fighters of Squad 141 dived low, pouring cannon fire wildly towards the deep-sea mothership, but they themselves were also covered by the enemy's air defense fire network.
The wingman in the lead aircraft formation was destroyed first and exploded, while the remaining three aircraft continued to face the anti-aircraft firepower and continued to move forward.
"Shixin! Can we get through the fire net?"
"You can predict based on the law of cause and effect, but you have to be prepared for a headache."
The auxiliary thruster at the tail of the Nuwa spewed out hot flames, actively sacrificing its stealth performance in exchange for stronger maneuverability, and instantly accelerated past the 141th Squadron.
The closer it gets to the deep-sea mothership, the denser the anti-aircraft firepower network it encounters becomes. The Nuwa keeps rolling, rotating, and swaying in the air, and it can shuttle freely in the hell-level barrage avoidance game.
"Priest, please retreat for now!"
A burly cyberman about 2.5 meters tall held up an energy shield in front of Friedheim. His eyes were two silver metal prosthetic eyes the size of table tennis balls.
The sudden images are transmitted to the connected electronic brain.
"Franken, comrades are still fighting to the death with the minions of the Iron Dome Order on land to rescue Yin. How can we retreat here with such powerful weapons at our backs?" Friedheim held up his arms.
The cane raised its head and glared.
He shouted to the sky: "Even if this is the will of God's creation! We will never surrender!"
A hemispherical rainbow light barrier suddenly unfolded, shrouding the giant ship more than a hundred meters long under the light curtain.
Yu Zhesen and the aircraft of Team 141 behind were shocked by this scene. The rainbow barrier blocked their cannon attacks, but the anti-aircraft firepower on the mothership was still able to penetrate the barrier and attack them.
What’s even weirder is that a metal prosthetic seraphim appears on the rainbow dome. Judging from the appearance of the prosthetic body, she is a woman.
The angel has an energy shield in his left hand and a lightsaber in his right hand. The wings behind him spurt out accelerating heat flames, and when they move, they look like falling stars.
She rushed straight towards the Nuwa, but was avoided by Yu Zhesen using causal prediction and the super-mobility of the machine, but the sound of the VXF-21 explosion came from behind.
Team 141 lost another fighter plane, which was violently cut open by the angel with a lightsaber.
"Ahem..." Friedheim coughed up blood foam. His body slightly arched and leaned forward, with most of his weight concentrated on the crutches.
He seemed a little unsteady and his face became extremely pale.
"Prince..."
Franken, who was conscientiously holding an energy shield to protect Friedheim from the front, turned around worriedly. His huge body made him look very clumsy when making such small movements.
"Franken, don't worry about me." Friedheim stretched out his hand to support Franken's broad and strong back and gasped, "I won't die before I get the 'answer'."
