Idle game leads to another world

The orange flames of explosions would appear on the cockpit from time to time. Hall knew that every flash of light represented the disappearance of a teammate.

Although I am not familiar with these teammates and can only be regarded as colleagues, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness.

That shuttle was not fast, but too cunning.

It was as if a see-through device had been turned on, and it could predict where the enemy would appear in advance. It looked like it was using its fighter plane to hit the ion beam emitted by the enemy.

This ability to grasp space is too terrifying, coupled with precise operation, the hunter becomes the prey.

I thought it was the Falcon Squadron that was not good. As long as I was more careful, there would definitely be no problem. Hall kept things simple.

What's even more frightening is that a new question emerged in Hall's mind.

The opponent can achieve this kind of performance by flying a shuttle plane whose performance is not comparable to that of a military space fighter. If he is given a space fighter, how terrifying would it be?

This reminded Hall of the aces he had watched in the army when he joined the army.

Many aces had more than 100 kills. At that time, she thought they were aces forcibly created by the military in order to gain kudos.

But now it seems that the military's ace records are not only lacking in water, but even modest.

There really is such a terrible guy.

But Hall would not admit defeat.

It was already the end of the war when she joined the army. After completing training, she had not been on a few missions, let alone participated in a truly tragic large-scale air battle.

She believes that based on her own ability, if she has the opportunity to make achievements, she will definitely not be worse than those aces.

Holding the joystick tightly with his right hand, his eyes were constantly searching for the flash of engine light in front of the cockpit, and his left hand was tapping on the avionics controller.

They had escaped from the star ring and escaped from an environment where they could easily be ambushed, although they had paid the price of four lives.

Is it worth it for half of the squadron to sacrifice themselves to heaven?

Hall would answer without hesitation, it was worth it.

This shuttle will become Hall's proudest prey. When someone asks you if you have a story worth sharing, this battle will be her bragging rights for the rest of her life.

After leaving the star ring, the shuttle lost the cover of the meteorite. Hall's squadron reorganized, leaving the opponent with no opportunity to take advantage of it.

Bite it!

Turning the operating lever, Hall clamped down on the shuttle that was jumping up and down. It was interfering with the flight and trying to interfere with the aiming.

The teammate's cannon opened fire, but it was impossible for the nimble shuttle to hit.

Hall slowed down her breathing. She knew that blind shooting was just a sprinkle of water and would not be useful.

She needed a window, just a fleeting shooting window, and that was enough.

And this opportunity immediately appeared in front of her.

I don't know if it was due to an operational error, but the shuttle kept flying straight for three seconds after avoiding the firepower of Hall's teammates.

The hatch on the Hall fighter opened, and the built-in ion cannon popped out.

The firepower of the cannon is not effective against a shuttle with a relatively strong shield. One or two hits will only reduce the energy of the shield, while the ion cannon can effectively penetrate the shuttle's shield with one shot.

The only small problem is that the ion cannon cannot fire continuously, and if it flies too far, the trajectory will deflect, so either the shooting is extremely accurate, or...

Close the distance!

The surging power of the space fighter's engine was far beyond that of a shuttle. Hall clung to the six o'clock direction of the shuttle.

That's it now!

The moment the distance was so close that one shot could hit 100%, Hall realized that this was an excellent attack window, and his finger had already touched the red fire button on the joystick.

However, just before she pressed the button, the two engines on the left side of the shuttle suddenly stalled, as if they were shut down directly from full power operation.

Out of fuel?

Mechanical failure?

Operation error?

No, it's a trap!

Hall immediately pulled the trigger, and the blue-white ion beam was launched with a slight vibration of the machine body.

She saw with her own eyes that the shuttle with a failed engine on one side suddenly drifted 90° and turned around, and the beam of the ion cannon flew past the opponent's engine light.

Not only that, when one side of the engine is shut down, the thrust on the other side is naturally very large, and the shuttle spins like a top.

The moment the aircraft's nose turned toward Echo Squadron, two ion beams quickly magnified in front of Hall's eyes, passing above her cockpit. At the same time, accompanied by vibrations, a patch of orange fire reflected on the cockpit.

The space fighter is flying at high speed, while the shuttle is spinning. The speed difference between the two sides means that they can pass by each other in a daze.

While being overtaken by the space fighter, Hall used his reflector to see that the engine on the other side of the spinning shuttle was turned on, and it just shook for a moment before returning to normal level flight.

Now, Hall, who was biting the six o'clock direction of the shuttle, was bitten by the shuttle instead.

At that moment, Hall seemed to have a revolving door of memories in her mind. She saw the light of the two ion cannons built into the bottom of the shuttle, saw the opponent's variable wings rapidly merging to enhance stability, and even saw Alyssa was wearing a void protective suit in the driver's seat, but for some reason, she looked like she was unconscious.

As long as the shuttle's ion beam is fired, he will become a dispensable number in the opponent's record.

However, at the moment of firing, the shuttle suddenly stopped firing and turned around and flew downwards.

The next moment, a row of machine gun tracer bullets chased it away, and Hall realized that he had just been rescued by friendly forces.

So close to death, Hall seemed to have smelled the stench of decaying corpses, but one thought was life and one thought was death, this time, luck was on her side.

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Alyssa felt like she had a dream, Carlos suddenly betrayed her, and the shuttle she was sitting on not only had a soul, but also had super fighting power.

Until a series of orange flashes appeared on Alyssa's eyelids, she fainted for a short time and then woke up, and realized that it was not a dream.

She felt like her head was hit by a sledgehammer, and she touched her scalp, and it was indeed bulging. It should be that she hit the corner of the seat when she was unconscious.

"What's the situation now?"

Alyssa asked, holding her forehead, looking down at the radar display, and suddenly became excited.

"What's going on? How can there be such a large fleet?"

"Are you awake? You might as well continue sleeping."

The radar showed that dense triangular light spots almost filled up the radar display.

There must be hundreds of space fighters, and they are approaching quickly.

"It's hard to explain in a few words. Anyway, I killed a lot of them, but they were like rats and sent out a lot more."

"A lot?"

Alyssa held back her complaints, but she didn't say anything in the end.

"Your machine soul is too abnormal!"

"I say it again, I'm not a machine soul!"

Li Chengxi, who was holding the handle, was also a little speechless. Is this girl mentally ill? Why can't she understand what people say?