In the atmosphere of Higgs 5, a formation of fighter jets equipped with the latest models roared through the sky. The moment they encountered the Watcher's Prowler fighter jets, they launched a series of extremely fast missiles.
The aerodynamic shapes of these missiles are like sharp spikes. Their speed is more than ten times faster than traditional missiles, and their maneuverability is also incredible.
In an instant, these missiles hit the distant target, and several Prowler fighter jets soon fell to the ground, dragging long plumes of smoke.
"Pull up! Pull up!" In the cockpit, the fighter pilot of the Airanhill Empire pulled his joystick and loudly reminded his companions behind him.
"Avoid enemy fire!" At the same time, another pilot was shouting hysterically on the channel.
The last fighter jet flying was controlled by a puppet robot. It moved quite a bit, and while it was being pulled up, a black energy hit its fuselage from a distance.
A huge explosion sounded, and the entire fighter jet exploded into a ball of flames in the sky. The scattered debris flew everywhere and fell to the ground like raindrops.
"Thud, tug, tug!" After avoiding the opponent's attack, a fighter jet of the Airan Hill Empire passed by the oncoming Prowler fighter. A dense row of electromagnetic gun shells hit the Prowler.
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Almost instantly, a row of holes as big as the mouth of a bowl was left on the fuselage of the Prowler fighter jet.
The fuselage of the rapidly flying Prowler fighter jet quickly fell to one side and began to slide uncontrollably toward the ground beneath its feet.
No one paid attention to the crashed plane, and no one took a second look at it until it hit the ground directly and exploded into the crowd of three sweepers who were constantly advancing.
"There are too many of them! Damn it!" In the cockpit of a fighter jet, the pilot looked angrily at his empty missile rack and complained loudly.
"What can be done about this? Can you persuade them to come less at a time?" In another fighter jet, the pilot responded loudly while controlling his plane to avoid being pursued by enemy planes.
His fighter swayed left and right, avoiding the two masses of black energy coming from behind. He somersaulted to the enemy plane that was chasing him, pulled the trigger and started strafing.
The I-shaped Prowler fighter jet didn't react and was directly blown into pieces by the rear-facing shells, scattered in the sky.
Not far away, a fighter jet from the Airanshir Empire fell to the ground dragging a long plume of smoke. The ejection seat pushed the pilot out of the cockpit, and he hung on the parachute and slowly fell.
Also in the 30th series, the "J-30" fighter jet was the first to be designed and is now the main fighter jet of the Airan Hill Empire. Because the battlefield is gradually rising into space, the development of fighter jets in the atmosphere is not progressing quickly.
Anyway, the Airansil Empire usually supports ground operations with orbital bombing, so air superiority is no longer so important.
This time, because the enemy was equally powerful in space, he had no choice but to take out the J-30 fighter jet again and engage in a traditional air battle with the enemy in the atmosphere.
"Look to your left! Ten o'clock direction!" During the melee, a pilot saw the black clouds in the distance through the cockpit cover of his fighter and loudly reminded his companions.
His companion shook off an enemy plane and cast his gaze into the distance. Only then did he see the Watcher's bomber group, which was the one that was dispatched to attack the Tianjian Shenzong before. They crushed the bombers and flew towards them in groups.
The direction of the tree of life.
"Hell!" After adjusting his flying posture, the pilot cursed, then shook the joystick and drove his plane into the battle circle again: "Destroy these escorting enemy planes! Put those escorts away
The enemy's big guys are handed over to the interception force!"
"That's all! Pay attention to fuel consumption! We can still fight for five more minutes!" After the pilot in another plane shot down an enemy plane, he returned to the altitude and looked at the large enemy planes going away.
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On the other side, above the clouds, the interceptor force of the Airanshir Empire and groups of F-15 fighter jets maintained their flying altitude.
"Did you see the target?" The leading frontline commander asked the other pilots in the channel while looking at the radar screen.
"The radar shows that the opponent is still 40 kilometers away from us!" In another plane, the pilot has pressed his thumb on the launch button: "The missile self-inspection has been completed!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Launch missiles! Destroy these enemy aircraft!" The leader of the commander pressed the launch button of the missile and ordered at the same time.
Countless AIM-120 missiles separated from the missile pylons of the F-15 fighter jets, and their dense white tail flames formed a spectacular pattern of vertical lines in the sky.
They were approaching the target, and the energy-generating devices under the belly of the aircraft were already aimed at the "Crushers" of the Watcher bombers on the ground. I didn't expect that so many enemy planes would suddenly appear overhead.
Just as they kept their formation close to the Tree of Life, a rain of AIM-120 missiles crashed into their formation, triggering a series of explosions.
One after another, the Crusher bombers were hit and exploded, and eventually the body broke and fell to the ground. The remaining aircraft had to start to take cover, and for a while the entire sky turned into a chaotic battlefield.
The Prowler fighter jets flying next to the Crusher immediately began to climb, using their terrifying speed to rush into the group of Airan Hill Empire F-15 fighter jets that were intercepting them.
A melee broke out immediately, and one after another F-15 fighter jets were shot down and crashed, because in terms of performance, they were really no match for the Prowler.
"Spread out! Spread out! The enemy's speed is too fast! Lower the altitude! Lower the altitude! Damn it!" The commander of the F-15 fighter formation shouted the order while controlling his plane to start diving.
Right behind him, a formation of F-15 fighter jets piloted by puppets suddenly had less than half of the aircraft left and began to dive.
"Unmanned fighter jets are unable to carry out such complex air combat missions! Let them perform on their own! Let them perform on their own!" The pilot who saw his own fighter formation suffering heavy losses pressed the intercom and shouted loudly.
The puppet combat robot sitting in the cockpit pulled the joystick, and one after another the F-15s slid sideways and began to dive.
Aiming at the Crusher bombers in the distance, these puppets driving F-15 fighter jets directly pulled the trigger to fire.
At a distance of about two thousand meters, the unmanned F-15 fighter jets of the Airan Hill Empire began strafing, and the shells in the cannons were sprayed on the Crusher bombers in the distance as if they were free.
Countless tracer bullets penetrated the huge fuselage and wings of the Crusher, leaving fist-sized holes in it.
The wing of a Crusher bomber finally broke due to the torment of the airflow. The chubby-looking body tilted and crashed into another Crusher bomber next to it.
The two Watcher bombers collided and eventually hit the ground together, exploding as they approached the ground and turning into a spectacular ball of flames.
As they fell, dozens of puppet-controlled F-15 fighter jets also crashed into the fleet of Crusher bombers.
Without any evasion or any luck, these puppets conscientiously carried out the mission of suicide attacks. They controlled the aircraft and used the most precise impacts to weaken the number of the Watcher Air Force.
As for the Prowler fighter jets that were chasing these F-15 fighter jets, they found that the opponent's bomber had collided with their own bomber and turned into a ball of falling fireworks.
The battle has been getting fiercer from the beginning, and the contact between the two sides in the sky has been so brutal that it makes one's scalp numb.
Some F-15 fighter pilots, seeing that they could not avoid being pursued by the enemy, chose to fly their own aircraft and die directly with the enemy, just like the puppet pilots.
They are all clones with QR codes on their foreheads. They also have no fear and regard their tasks as more important than their own lives!
Preventing the enemy from approaching the Tree of Life is their ultimate mission! In order to complete this mission, they are willing to sacrifice their lives.
In the underground bunker, the combat headquarters was in chaos, and the command and dispatch officers of the Air Force were listening to reports from their subordinates.
An officer put down the phone and shouted loudly from a distance: "The 501st Fighter Wing is returning home after running out of fuel. Six of their 40 J-30 fighter jets have just been shot down, and two of them are unable to continue their mission due to malfunctions.
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"The 503rd Fighter Wing is fighting with the enemy. 13 aircraft have been shot down, and they have 27 aircraft left!" Another commander was reporting the situation of another fighter wing almost at the same time.
Another officer stood up and shouted in a loud voice: "Report! The 512th Fighter Wing is ready and requests to take off!"
"Approval for the 512th Wing to take off, and let the 502nd Wing perform the reinforcement mission to cover the F-15 fighter force from the battlefield!" The leading officer ordered while looking at the huge screen showing the location of the troops.
"Yes!" The officer sat down, grabbed the phone and continued busy assigning tasks. Beside him, there were several female officers walking back and forth holding documents or tablet computers.
"The F-15 fighter force suffered heavy losses!" Soon, more worrying news began to come in one after another.
Compared with the J-30 fighter unit, which is comparable in performance to its opponents, the backward F-15 fighter unit seems a bit miserable.
They were originally responsible for intercepting the enemy's bomber force, but now it seems that the opponent's escort fighters have created tremendous pressure on them.
An officer looked at the loss statistics in front of him and tremblingly shouted out the news that had just happened: "The 5113th Regiment was completely wiped out!"
The officer's face was flushed by the patches of red cancellation on the monitor in front of him. The symbols representing fighter jets were being canceled one after another.
Next to him, another officer's face was also turned red. He also raised his arm, gestured and shouted: "There are only three aircraft left in the 5136th Wing!"
The four-digit fighter wing number is the fighter wing number dedicated to the puppet drone, and the three-digit number is used by the clone fighter wing.
Although it had been agreed in advance that the four-digit fighter wing was cannon fodder and could be discarded at any time, the speed of destruction still made everyone in the command headquarters feel depressed.
"The radar shows that the Watcher fleet is approaching the Tree of Life!" A radar operator raised his hand to signal, and the officer next to him immediately walked over and looked at the situation on the screen.
Then, the leading air force commander stared at the huge projection screen and loudly ordered: "The anti-aircraft missile troops enter the battle! Intercept all enemy air targets trying to attack the Tree of Life!"
"Yes! Sir!" The commander of the ground air defense force stood at attention and saluted, then grabbed the phone in front of him: "Intercept all intrusion targets! Fire!"
At the same time, on the ground on the other side, a sweeper who had just stepped out of the diamond-shaped space shuttle twisted his neck.
He looked at the sky where there were explosions and falling aircraft everywhere, and made a sound of satisfaction.
Then, he walked up to several sweepers waiting nearby and asked, "How is the attack going?"
"Sir! The enemy's garrison is more numerous than expected, and compared to the previous... force called the Heavenly Sword Sect, their war capabilities are obviously higher." A sweeper replied.
"I have sent ten times more troops here! I have touched 2,000 Prowlers alone!" The sweeper, who was obviously the leader, stared at the opponent, his ugly face twisted, and it became more pleasing to the eye.
"The opponent's... fighter jets are quite powerful. We have already lost 300 Prowlers. In addition... more than 100 Crushers have been shot down." The sweeper who was previously responsible for commanding the battle replied with a guilty conscience.
"What? You know that we are consuming God's energy to create this! The loss is so huge, how can we explain to God?" The sweeper's tone suddenly rose, and he roared angrily.
However, he soon returned to calmness, and his tone also softened: "Forget it! It seems that the enemy this time is really difficult. We also suffered a lot from the space fleet."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the distant horizon and continued: "Order the ground troops to continue to advance! When we start to eat away at everything they have, the situation will develop in our favor."
"You are always right! Sir!" The cleaner lowered his head slightly, and then made a gesture of invitation: "The command here will be left to you, Sir."
"Attack! Destroy anything that blocks the road! Eat everything that is not natural! Go ahead! Clean up the world!" Spreading his hands, the cleaner let out an unpleasant cry.
Following his shouts, countless sweepers surrounded the Destroyer Tank, taking mighty steps towards the distant horizon.