"I've taken aim! I've taken aim! Cover me for the dive! My wingman has been shot down!" A clone pilot controlling the Z-Fighter shouted loudly into his intercom.
He controlled the fighter plane, moving through a space full of enemy small energy artillery fire, avoiding those deadly threats.
At this time, the Z-type fighter is no longer the newest weapon and equipment of the Airanhill Empire.
Frankly speaking, it is even a bit outdated! Because in the previous development direction, the Elanshir Empire paid more attention to battleships equipped with star destroyer cannon weapons, rather than small carrier-based aircraft.
Therefore, the Z-type fighter is basically a temporarily designed weapon and equipment that was hastily launched and then manufactured to face complex war situations.
Now, with the more advanced Zaku, Zaku 2, Gundam and other weapons, the main force of the Airanhir Empire's space war carrier-based aircraft is no longer a clone force equipped with Z-type fighters.
But on the other hand, the Z-type fighters that have not stopped the production line are still constantly replenishing the front line. This is also determined by the wartime production system.
After all, when there are not enough weapons of any kind, how can we stop production of mature weapons and risk the production of new weapons and equipment?
The best choice is of course to produce whatever is available. As long as the raw materials are sufficient, there is no need to stop production of old equipment.
Therefore, in the fleet sequence of the Airanhir Empire, the giant aircraft carrier equipped with Z-type fighters and F-type unmanned fighter jets is still the largest number of carrier-based aircraft platforms.
Since it is the largest, it is also the core combat power! At this moment, Z-type fighter jets, with F-type unmanned wingmen, are flying freely among the enemy's fleet.
"I'm following you! I'm following you!" Behind him, a Z-type fighter jet approached. The two planes rushed towards a target not far away, one behind the other.
It was a huge Arbitrator battleship, its body was bigger than the mountains. In front of the Z-type fighter, it was like an ancient behemoth, full of oppression.
The surface of this battleship is also filled with various barbs, and there are "turrets" on it that can fire continuously. These round hole-shaped things can shoot pieces of black energy into the air.
Just like the electromagnetic close-in defense cannon of the Elanthir Empire, such a weapon can pose a huge threat to approaching targets.
Farther away, the Airanhill Empire's fighter group was dispersed by the overcoming Slayer fighter jets, and the two sides began a fierce fight in an airspace.
"Get closer to the target! Avoid those anti-aircraft fires!" Driving his own Z-fighter, the young clone pilot reminded his companions behind him.
The companions following him were also trying hard to dodge left and right to avoid the incoming artillery fire.
Unfortunately, the F-type drone wingman following the plane behind it was hit by an incoming energy shell after avoiding two black energy groups, and fell directly into the universe.
Scattered into pieces.
"My wingman has been hit! My wingman has been hit!" The clone pilot following behind was a little nervous and shouted continuously on the intercom.
"Keep the speed! Follow me! Follow me!" The leading pilot shook his control stick and loudly reminded his companions behind him.
However, for a long time, there was no sound...
Without looking back, he knew that the friendly fighter plane behind him that was rushing to catch up must have been shot down.
In fact, it was indeed the case. A sudden artillery shell hit the middle of the Z-type fighter behind it without any bias, and directly swallowed the cabin of the carrier-based aircraft.
The pilot didn't even have time to call for help before he was lifted into the universe by the energy of the explosion. The fighter jet he was flying also exploded and shattered in an instant, leaving only a piece of debris behind the Z-type fighter in front.
However, the sacrifice of the Z-type fighter that came to cover was not in vain. He followed up and protected the lead aircraft in front.
The Z-type fighter in front obtained an attack window and staggered into the blind spot of the enemy warship's anti-aircraft fire attack.
After passing through a complex area full of barbs, the clone pilot flying a Z-fighter found an excellent angle to attack.
He flew his own plane and dropped the nuclear bomb on the relatively flat area.
Seeing the nuclear bomb smash into the shell of the enemy ship and disappearing into the gap, the clone pilot pulled up his Z-type carrier-based aircraft and began to move away from this place that was about to become very dangerous.
On the way back, he saw the wreckage of the Z-fighter that had been shot down before. The wreckage was still flying forward and would not stop for a short time.
Among the shattered wreckage, one could still see the safety rope holding the pilot and a pilot's glove, but nothing else could be identified.
"Damn..." Although he had already prepared himself, the clone still cursed when he saw the remains of his companion.
He controlled his Z-Fighter to avoid the passing black energy mass, and then changed its route to avoid the scattered wreckage of his companions.
Just behind the downed Z-Fighter was an unmanned wingman. This wingman was also destroyed and was now a scrapped wreckage.
Just as the clone pilot began to gradually move away in his Z-type fighter, the Arbitrator warship behind him was torn apart by the internal explosion and instantly swelled.
The nuclear bomb exploded inside the battleship. The expanding gas shredded the surrounding cabin walls, and then transmitted huge force to the main support structure of the battleship.
The ensuing hot gas melted everything, even the magical energy was heated and boiled, and the ensuing explosion swept through the entire interior of the battleship, destroying everything it encountered in just an instant.
Such a terrible explosion was unbridled and unstoppable inside the battleship, and eventually spread to the surface of the battleship, twisting the hard battleship shell into an arc.
After a brief stagnation, the Watcher's warship fell apart and exploded like a fragmentation grenade, scattering countless fragments.
These fragments swept through everything around them, affecting several nearby Judge warships. The rampaging fragments destroyed everything in their path and damaged all the surrounding Judge warships.
After checking his remaining ammunition, the clone pilot regretfully found that he had no nuclear bombs to use.
Now, he had no choice but to return home, or follow the example of his previous companions and cover other friendly aircraft with ammunition to continue attacking.
Almost without thinking, he opened and adjusted his communication channel, trying to find his companions who needed cover.
"I need cover! Is there anyone nearby?" Soon, a voice came through the intercom and into his ears.
"I'm the pilot of the 117th Attack Squadron! I can hear your call! Where are you! Where are you!"
"I am a clone pilot of the 119th Squadron! My coordinates are 17-29! Local coordinates 17-29! An enemy plane is biting me! My number is 333! Repeat! My number is 333!"
Anxious reply: "I still have nuclear bombs! I still have nuclear bombs!"
The latter sentence meant that this friendly force still had the value of being covered. Therefore, when he heard the last sentence, the clone pilot who had run out of ammunition immediately shook the joystick and rushed towards 17
-29 Orientation of local coordinates.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Bearing 45-77! Look at the radar! Identification friend or foe signal! Let's do a tactical crossover! I'll help you kill the tail!" He shouted loudly while speeding up the flight.
"Okay! Okay! I'm trying to turn! He's still following me! Follow me!" the pilot on the other side shouted nervously.
"I see you! Hull number 333! I see you!" After a short flight, the clone pilot who arrived in a Z-fighter saw the friendly aircraft being chased.
"Cross to the left! Cross to the left!" The two Z-type fighters quickly moved closer. The clone pilot who came to support shouted an order and at the same time, he jerked the control stick to his left side.
On the side of the Z-type fighter, the attitude engine suddenly worked at full strength, spitting out a stream of white gas.
On the other side, the Z-type fighter No. 333 had no intention of evading, and just rushed straight along the path it came from.
The two fighter jets passed each other and almost collided. It was obvious that there was a mistake in their coordination due to haste.
Ignoring the curses, the clone pilots who came for support did not look at the No. 333 Z-Fighter that almost killed him. Instead, they aimed their guns at the Killer fighter jets that were chasing him directly ahead.
"Thud, tug, tug!" The electromagnetic cannon fired a tracer bullet, drawing dazzling straight lines in the deep universe.
These straight lines passed through the Watcher's Killer fighter jet, and then continued unabated, flying to an invisible distance.
The penetrated Killer fighter jet was obviously damaged, and its flight attitude changed strangely. After shaking twice, it flew straight into the distance along the original flight trajectory.
It did not explode, it seemed because it was not hit by deflagrating substances such as energy. However, it lost power, so it could only keep flying towards one place in the same direction.
There is no resistance in the universe, so it can only fly like this, like dust floating in the universe, until it encounters gravity or hits something...
Of course, it's also possible that it will slowly dissipate, like other Watcher units destroyed by explosions, and no one will know.
"I'm sorry! I was too nervous just now!" On the intercom, the other party apologized before he could curse.
"No...it doesn't matter!" The clone pilot who came all the way to support was too embarrassed to continue to curse, even though he had already greeted all the matriarchal clans of the other party in his heart, even though clones have no such relatives.
"I still have a nuclear bomb! You can cover me! Let's find a target to attack!" The pilot didn't hesitate and said directly.
"Okay! You come and find the target! I will follow you and act as your wingman!" the clone pilot said to the pilot of the No. 333 Z-Fighter.
"Okay! All my wingmen are lost, where's yours?" the pilot asked as he flew forward.
"Mine too..." He glanced at the plane's eye-catching 333 hull number and replied absentmindedly.
"The enemy's artillery fire is too fierce! If I attack alone, the success rate is too low." The pilot of the No. 333 Z-type fighter continued.
"Yes!" Thinking of his own experience just now, the clone pilot who came to support nodded with lingering fear.
The pilot of fighter No. 333 found the target and said: "Look at that battleship over there! I'm going to attack its right side!"
"Okay! Let's increase the relative height first! Attack from above and avoid the enemy's 'turrets' on the flanks!" The clone pilot who came to support naturally gave his own suggestions.
The two planes started to climb one after the other, like two peas flying in the air on the battlefield full of artillery fire.
Below them, the energy beams of the Star Destroyer Cannons fired by the Airansil Empire fleet flew past, as gorgeous and spectacular as a musical score.
And in the middle of these five-line scores, the exploding warships of the Watchers are like musical notes, playing a splendid piece of music.
"Okay! The relative altitude is almost the same!" the supporting pilot warned, and then saw the No. 333 Z-type fighter in front of him changing its flight status.
"Follow me! If you encounter danger...leave first!" In the earphone, the other party kindly reminded me, and then began to dive.
The clone pilots who came for support said yes, and then dived, one after another towards the target.
A black energy bomb struck and flew past the glass of the cockpit above the two of them, reminding them that they had been discovered. Immediately afterwards, more energy bombs struck, forming a large net.
"Escape! Avoid! My magic defense barrier is almost exhausted! Be careful of those energy groups!" Pilot No. 333, who was rushing in front, loudly reminded his comrades behind him.
Then after a few seconds, he realized that there was no sound coming through the headphones. He was slightly startled, and then couldn't help but look back. Then he saw some scattered debris following his flight path.
Fly forward with him.
Those scattered fragments are like wingmen one after another, loyal and brave, chasing each other, ignoring the enemy's artillery fire, and rushing towards the target in the distance.
The scene in front of him began to distort slightly, and some unknown liquid began to float and float in the pilot's helmet. The pilot of the No. 333 Z-type fighter no longer looked back, but aimed his sight at the target through the crystal water droplets.
