Orc Tyrant

The fighter group emerged from nowhere.

There are a total of 22 of them, and they look like some kind of marine torpedo called a manta ray. The clean shell is black all over, and the wings are six meters long. The low-pitched engine spit out light blue flames from two tail nozzles.

Twenty-two aircraft were divided into two teams, with one at the head, forming a diamond-shaped attack formation, flying at a very low altitude, and it was even so low that the waves could photograph the fuselage.

This is why the Fog Fleet’s radar cannot search for them.

Most radars cannot detect objects flying at such a low altitude.

The Fog Fleet didn't react until it was within a range of nearly one kilometer, but this distance was only a short moment for a high-speed moving aircraft.

The Minotaur, on guard at the edge of the fleet, was attacked first.

Facing an attack formation of eleven enemy aircraft, the Minotaur tried to break away from their attack route while deploying its own anti-aircraft weapons.

However, the commander above quickly realized that their anti-aircraft weapons were unable to attack these low-altitude sea-skimming targets due to depression angles. They were originally designed to deal with high-altitude attacks.

So, like a bear who was chased by angry bees after stealing honey, the Minotaur began to flee in embarrassment.

After approaching the target for more than 100 meters, these fighters exposed their fangs, and the cannons located at the roots of the wings began to fire, projecting blue star dart bullets.

Small explosions covered the back of the Minotaur, and cyan debris peeled off the shell. The anti-aircraft turrets located on the abdomen and on both sides fought back intermittently, but for every fighter, these turrets They are not considered threats, their rate of fire is too slow and the rotation speed is insufficient.

The nearby Hydra tried to come to support it, but another formation entangled it, shuttled in the wake of the anti-aircraft live ammunition weapon, and risked being destroyed, pouring laser fire into its deck.

Those star darts have extremely strong penetrating power, and the solid crystal armor is as fragile as paper in front of them.

A reactor on the Minotaur, which was trapped under the siege, was damaged and melted, and half of the engine room was submerged in plasma gas.

In order to save the entire warship, the front compartment could only be sealed quickly, putting all the people inside to death, but its speed had dropped to half its original speed.

Fighters hovered around it, drawing huge arcs around the paralyzed warship and pouring firepower on it continuously.

The foredeck was damaged and leaked, and a main gun was also destroyed.

At this time, the Mist Fleet did not have more power to rescue these two warships. The First Fleet continued to pressure and did not care about the losses suffered before, as if their commanders would rather drag the enemy to death than at this time. Get out of the battlefield.

For the parties involved in the war, the form became tricky.

In desperation, the Minotaur made a sharp turn, avoiding the formation that turned its rear towards the First Fleet, to confuse the fighters who entered the attack line with their eyes.

But it broke into the arc of the Eternal Fury's turret by mistake, and two lucky shells almost destroyed its upper hull.

A fighter plane approached and aimed at the breach, a volley of star darts shot the hot fire into the frigate, and the hustle and bustle of the bridge suddenly fell silent for an instant.

Two wingmen followed closely, and the built-in magazine in their abdomen opened as they passed over the Minotaur, dropping several cone-shaped guided bombs.

Another plunged into the middle of the ship with violent power, followed by two more.

When part of the hull was rotating and separating from the battleship, the useless cyan armor that covered the impact point shimmered and dimmed, and these bombs sculpted a path through the outer armor.

Soon, every bomb shell embedded deeply in the hull of the Minotaur split into an ultra-high temperature incendiary bomb, and six smaller missiles drilled out of their shells.

They launched a kind of dense liquid metal like spider silk, spinning holes in the superstructure until the last trace of hull armor was drilled. These small missiles penetrated into the hull and were detonated by a large number of powerful explosives.

Boom~!

With the deafening scream of a high-temperature pressure shock wave, the entire upper deck was completely destroyed.

The Minotaur began to disintegrate and sink. It was also the fourth battleship lost by the entire Mist Fleet, and this was just the beginning...

The Seahawks lined up in tight formations through the curtain of debris from the warship in front of them.

The two fleets are caught in a long and painful dance, one surrounding the other, and when they rotate, they also slam the side fire towards the enemy.

The responsibility of these fighter pilots is to break this dance.

When skimming over the human battleship, the pilots paid traditional respects to their fellow warships, and then they locked on the Hydra, the squad commander in its huge, blue-gray covered with scars and bullet marks given to it by humans. The target is marked on the side hull.

The anti-aircraft turret, radar components, and superstructure are all displayed on the tactical display in a burst of emerald reflections. The logic calculator on it replaces humans and automatically locks the target and lights up in red.

Haiying No. 1, piloted by the third-level pilot Kanatal, first approved the course of the route assigned to him by the squad commander, and then accelerated to full attack speed.

Through the thin layer in front of the screen, Karnatar saw that the Hydra was wrapped in a barrage, and its bow turned into a large piece of shining burning glass.

He ordered his weapon hand to lock on their target-the large turret arranged along the back of the Hydra.

The partner in the back seat obeyed the order, locked the laser in place, and opened the magazine in the abdomen at the same time.

"Get ready! Give them a good look at this rubbish!"

Karnatar activated the helmet's tactical eyepieces, and the appearance of the enemy ship appeared in front of him. The deep scars, like illegible symbols, were imprinted on the bow of the traitor warship with human shells.

When he pressed the shooting button on the joystick, a large star dart flashed across the upper deck of the Hydra, avenging the dead in Cusconar.

At the same time, in the middle of the battleship, a thunderous roar penetrated the deck.

The special bomb dropped by the weapon hand hit the outside of the battleship, and the ejecta composed of flames and debris rushed into the gap between the superstructures.

For a moment, the bomb paused for a moment, followed by a more violent second explosion, and a deep crater was exploded on the enemy ship.

The bridge of the Venus star remained calm.

Zorke was very pleased that his battleship, the city under his rule, would not panic.

"My lord, shall we fight back?"

Baranles asked, his face full of urge to fight.

"For now, we wait."

Zorke waved his hand, sat back in the command seat, looked at the image of the Hydra under attack on the display above his head, willingly to bear the blow.

"They have nothing to threaten us."

"You want us to sit here and bear all this?"

Ikron roared on the other side:

"Damn it, the **** of the Benedict Empire are killing us!"

"Pay attention to your words, Son of Dawn."

Zorke glared at each other, then said calmly:

"We will win."

The enemy's activities monitored by the underwater sonar flashed on the display. This was a submarine formation. Although he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, Zorke could probably guess that it should be the deep submarine fleet of the East Benedict Empire.

Obviously, he had been slaughtered a while ago, and he didn't expect to come out immediately, which was a bit beyond his expectation.

"It's a submarine, sir."

The communicator in the radar room sounded at the right time, and they were also monitoring the same data.

"The enemy submarine formation is approaching."

Zolke watched the holographic display seriously.

"They intend to attack from all angles to confuse us. When we focus on these aircraft, their torpedoes will tear us to pieces."

The fleet commander gave his brief tactical analysis coldly, his face gleaming against the monitor.

"How should we respond?"

Ikron asked suspiciously, not as provocative as before.

"We wait."

"that's all?"

"That's it, but not everyone, Ikron, you have a mission."