Chapter 1616: Rushing to the battlefield
1616: Rushing to the battlefield
At this moment, the main fleet formation of the 20th Army of the Galactic Republic has been surrounded by countless swarm drones. These drones Just like a real bee swarm, with countless numbers, insignificant size, and powerful lethality!
Yes, even these micro drones, which are only one meter in size, actually had the shields of several Jaeger-class battlecruisers penetrated amidst the dense shooting!
This completely subverts everything Gideon Tarkin knew!
You must know that no matter how technology develops, large size will always have an advantage. Under the same technological conditions, a 500-meter-long warship is no match for a 1,000-meter-long warship. If such a situation occurs, it can only show that there is a generational difference in the technology between the two sides.
But what is in front of us now is a micro-drone over 1 meter long and a 1,137-meter-long Jaeger-class battlecruiser! ! Normally, an attack of this level cannot even shake the self-circulation of the battleship's deflector shield! In other words, even if it shoots for ten thousand years, it will be useless!
But now, the shield of a Jaeger-class battlecruiser has been penetrated! By those tiny drones!
"No! The situation is not right!" Seeing this situation, Gideon Tarkin suddenly had a terrible premonition of doomsday in his heart. He said loudly: "Keep taking off the fighter jets! All anti-aircraft firepower Fire with all your strength! Be sure to drive away the opponent's drones!"
"Yes!"
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In the Jaeger-class battlecruiser Flash, sirens kept sounding. A large number of pilots were fully dressed, holding huge full-coverage flight helmets, marching in squadron units and arriving at the hangar. The final preparations are being made in their respective ganakus on the platform.
The squadrons that had assembled stood in a row to receive the final lecture from the squadron leader.
"Torrent Squadron, listen! Today is our lucky day! Because our mission is - to fight! Fly! Flies!"
"...This is the tradition of our Westfield Squadron! Bring back victory!”
"...Darling Squadron is here! Did you see the data I sent just now? This is our goal - small, fast, and fierce! If you want to come back alive, you must follow the established tactical plan..."
< br>"The Iron Bird Squadron has assembled!..."
"The Fire Cat Squadron has assembled..."
In the hangar platform of the busy warehouse, there are fighter pilots gathering everywhere. and a busy ground crew. Fighters are constantly being towed to the electromagnetic catapult by the towing device, and the conductor is giving final instructions to the fighter pilots.
More ground crews are preparing the fighter jets that need to take off, the fuel filling is completed, and the anti-gravity hoisting machinery is loading concussion missiles into the missile bay.
The engineer on the side has connected the data cable of the device in his hand to the fighter's weapon system. After pressing a few buttons, the columns indicating the weapon energy, fire control system, and control system continue to rise until they are full, and the green light turns on. The engineer unplugged the data cable and gave a thumbs up to indicate that the weapon system was ready.
The cylindrical navigation robot has also arrived under the fighter, entered the fighter through the lifting system inside the fighter, and began to complete the system docking.
“Let’s go!”
“Get ready to take off!!”
“Get on!!”
The pilots ran to their fighter jets, grabbed the handles, jumped into the cockpit, and put on full-coverage helmets. As data from various systems were accessed, a large amount of data appeared in front of the pilots. The panoramic projection system was activated, and the 360-degree situation of the fighter jet appeared in front of them without blind spots. If you are an ordinary person, you will be dizzy and overwhelmed just by reaching this step, but for these pilots who have trained for a long time, this is as simple as eating.
Communications from the flight control center of the battleship Flash began to come from the communication system.
[Gust Wind Squadron, this is the Flash Flight Control Center, number 0079. I will be responsible for cooperating with your dispatching of this battle. 】A female soldier with a ponytail sat in front of the computer, checking the data on the computer, and turned on the communication microphone and said.
Around her is a spacious office, with hundreds of personnel sitting in their respective seats, providing support for each squadron of this battleship.
This is the flight control center of the Jaeger-class battlecruiser, located directly under the bridge.
"Wow! It's Sergeant Marlene! I sat at the same table with her at dinner yesterday!" A pilot whistled.
"Stop talking nonsense!" His voice was interrupted by the squadron leader, "This is the Tornado Squadron, we are ready to take off, please provide the tactical objectives of this operation."
[ Tornado Squadron Squadron, your goal in this operation is to assist the battleship Sky Green in its air defense operations. Now the ship is being attacked by drones, numbering 470. Please prepare for takeoff immediately. The countdown is three minutes. After three minutes, the shield at the front of our ship will be lowered to facilitate takeoff. The takeoff window is two minutes, so please hurry up. 】
"Guest Squadron received."
Rumble~~~~ There was a roar from the hangar platform. Everyone looked up and saw that the hundreds of meters long hangar platform ceiling separated directly to both sides, revealing a dark universe.
Now, between the vacuum of the universe and them, there is only an invisible wall of light to block the vacuum, and a deflector shield to resist attacks.
At this moment, I only see that the universe that should be empty is occupied by countless fires!
Fighters flew by at high speed, laser cannons and blaster cannons fired wildly, and missiles rose into the air with light blue tail flames towards the target. There were several close defense doors on both sides of the hangar platform door. The cannons were also firing wildly.
However, looking at it with the naked eye, you can't see where the enemy is at all. You can only see everyone firing.
But then, I saw countless small beams of light suddenly lighting up. These beams were very subtle, but very dense. Only at the moment when the beams were emitted, could I barely see the tiny figures.
And with the launch of these tiny beams, several Republic fighter jets instantly exploded into fireballs, and then countless fragments flew away.
In the communication channel of the Tornado Squadron, the relaxed atmosphere just now disappeared and was replaced by a dead silence.
This is...the battlefield they are about to go to!
The battlefield of despair!
At this moment, in the communication channel, the crisp voice of the flight controller came, [Countdown to 10 seconds! Ready to take off! ! 10, 9, 8...]
The electromagnetic ejection devices under all fighter jets have been charged, and the Flash Jaeger-class battlecruiser has entered a relatively safe position. The front deflector shield has been lowered, and the aircraft The door to the library platform has been opened.
After the countdown ended, Republic fighter jets ejected one after another, with acceleration reaching over 10G in an instant, flying towards this tragic battlefield!