Human Light Umbrella

The artillery regiment "evaporated" everything along the way, and the enemy carrier-based aircraft without shields finally bombarded the purple shield of the "Beetle" flagship.

Naturally, the enemy fleet would not be beaten in vain, and began to launch a counterattack towards the Retribution.

I saw artillery groups of different sizes, purple, blue or green, similar to plasma technology, fired from the barrels of the three enemy ships.

And the two "cockroaches" are gradually leaving the formation. It seems that they want to cooperate with the flagship to surround the Retribution.

Observe this universe from a distance.

Against the background of deep space, the artillery regiments of various colors, especially the attack from the side of the three enemy ships, seemed to engulf the Retribution.

However, the flexibility and maneuverability of the Punishment was obviously superior to the three enemy ships, and relying on speed and irregular routes, it avoided most of the artillery attacks.

Even if it was hit by a small artillery regiment, it couldn't seriously damage the Retribution, it just melted through the outermost layer of armor.

However, as the distance from the flagship and the enemy aircraft group continues to shrink, the pressure on the Retribution is also increasing.

Until the enemy plane is about to enter the range of the anti-aircraft gun...

Ri~----!

Phew~----!

The Retribution fired its main gun again, and the blue light trajectory passed through the enemy fleet in the blink of an eye, and hit the flagship shield again...

Ka-...wow~la-!

This time, the purple shield began to collapse and dissipate quickly at the point of impact of the projectile, causing the beetle flagship to completely "open the door".

After doing the math, the interval between the two attacks of the main gun is only about 60 seconds.

Fast, light, and high assault are the characteristics of the Paris-class frigate, and the "fast" also includes the rate of fire of the main gun.

Boom-~!

Moreover, the projectiles with much weakened strength still pierced through the outer armor and continued to cause damage to the interior of the flagship.

It's just that this kind of damage is extremely insignificant for a 3.5-kilometer-class flagship.

But everyone on the Punishment didn't pin their hopes on this either.

The bridge at the moment.

"Captain! The main gun successfully destroyed the shield of the enemy flagship!"

"very good."

Miranda looked forward, looked at the flagship that occupied the entire view of the porthole, and the densely packed enemy planes, waved his left hand forward and ordered:

"Breakthrough at maximum speed! Inform the squadron to ignore the harassment of flies (enemy planes) for the time being. This ship will solve them for them and focus on escort missions!"

"Yes!"

"The air defense system has completed lock... open fire!"

at the same time.

Twelve seven-barreled 35mm close-in defense guns aimed at the enemy aircraft attacking and harassing the Retribution, and then the gun barrels began to rotate rapidly.

Ri ~ da da da! !

Dense pulse shells were fired in all directions, forming a bullet net in reverse, destroying the enemy plane described by Miranda as a fly extremely efficiently.

Take advantage of this gap.

The three combat squadrons guarded the Thunder III regiment in the center and charged forward under the cover of barrage.

When it was about to collide with the flagship at the end, the eighteen Vikings and Sakers made an extremely fast turnaround, changed their flight direction and evacuated.

Thunder III turned on the melta cannon and carried thirty Thutmose to perform gang jumps.

Chapter 254 "Wandering in the Garden"

The bridge of the Retribution.

Sitting at the captain's seat, Miranda witnessed through the holographic screen on the right hand side that Thunder III successfully penetrated the outer wall of the enemy's flagship with the rays of the melta cannon and entered it unimpeded.

Confirm that the jump is successful.

She immediately said: "Turn around and inform all the pilots of the squadron to stay away from the enemy's flagship with this ship and focus on dealing with the remaining two cockroaches."

"Yes!"

outside the ship.

The Punishment changed direction under the crew's control, passing the flagship without slowing down.

The three carrier-based aircraft squadrons that completed the escort mission moved forward with the Retribution, relying on the firepower network provided by the near-anti-aircraft guns to fight dogfights with the enemy aircraft that were chasing after them.

A Viking fighter plane.

In the cockpit, there is a faint roar of the engine, and the sound of the pilot's steady breathing.

Outside the window is the silent and cold universe, as well as the dazzling "silent" fierce battle with different colored artillery groups and ballistics.

The pilot wearing a fully airtight pressure suit, wearing a holographic helmet that covers the face, and holding the joystick in his right hand, let him and Viking quickly shuttle through the enemy aircraft group.

"Di-! Di-!"

The sudden sound of an urgent alarm reminded him that he had been locked by the enemy plane, and the dense small artillery group flashed from behind on both sides of the wing.

See here.

The pilot swung his right hand violently, then pulled back.

The fuselage then rolled to the right and then decelerated, which caused several enemy planes whose performance was inferior to that of the Viking to rush straight into the pilot's field of vision.

Also entered the range of the Viking's machine gun.

The moment the helmet assisted to complete the lock, the pilot pulled the red trigger without any hesitation, causing the Gauss cannon to spit out a blue fire snake.

boom-!boom-!

The 25mm spike bombs directly tore up those enemy planes.

Address the threat.

The pilot immediately pressed forward on the joystick, and his Viking skimmed under the Retribution, avoiding the consequences of a collision with his own mothership.

Waiting to adjust the angle of the fuselage again, just so that he can intuitively see the entire space domain that is in battle.

I saw that the Retribution had rushed out of the encirclement of the three enemy ships, and was still changing its course, preparing to attack the nearest "cockroach".

After all, assisting Thutmose to complete the gang jump does not mean that the battle is over, but has just begun...

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The interior of an enemy flagship.

A bulkhead is light purple, like a large warehouse compartment, where many ground armored units with turret structures resembling fat beetles are parked.

Here, there are also a large number of "aliens" of different races.

The largest number are the "little fat" race who are not more than one meter tall, walk swayingly, all have huge "oxygen" tanks on their backs, and wear breathing masks.

These little fat guys gathered together in groups of three or four, sometimes yelling "Ah~!", "Wow~!", feeling surprised.

When other races pass by them and smell their body odor or the "oxygen" leaking from their masks, they can't help but stay away as soon as possible.

It seems that only these little fat people breathe special gas, so they need to be equipped with exclusive breathing tools.

And the taste can be extremely strong.

Judging from the characteristics of being short and fat, timid, funny, slow and smelly, it is more appropriate to call the little fat people "Gulu people".

The second is that the body is thinner, and the degree of rickets is worse than that of the golden armor commander. The average height is about 1.8 meters, and the overall race is like a jackal.

These jackals also viciously push and bang grunts and let out an unpleasant, high-pitched "quack!" laugh.

But the Guru didn't dare to resist, so they could only bear it silently and patiently.

Apart from these two races, the largest number is a group of "beasts".

They are tall, burly, and extremely strong, with an average height of more than [-] meters, with lush hair covering gray skin, similar to apes on earth.

In terms of human aesthetics, it is most appropriate to call them "ghost-faced beasts" for their extremely ugly facial features.

Brutes wear thick, rough armor, and the weapons they hold are simple and crude, such as giant hammers, giant axes, and large-caliber live ammunition weapons that are wider than human wrists.

Finally, there are a small number of "elites" who wear gorgeous armor and are equipped with the best weapons, and are of the same race as the fleet commander.

"Aw! Aww!"

At this moment, a blue-armored elite yelled at the two ghost-faced beasts furiously, as if reprimanding or warning them.

"..."

However, the ghost-faced beast, which seems to be stronger than the elite, is the same as the bullied Guru, daring to be angry and silently accepting reprimands.

After the elites finished cursing, they turned around and walked away.

"Bah!" A ghost-faced beast spat in the direction it was away from.

"Roar!"

The other one even caught the jackal who was pointing at them and making fun of them secretly.

! !

The Gnoll man clutched by the neck of the ghost-faced beast struggled frantically, begging for mercy in a language they could only understand.

But with a "click", the ghost-faced beast still twisted the neck of the wolf man, and then threw the limp corpse casually like throwing garbage.

"thump!"

"Ah~!"

"Yeah~!"

The dead body just hit the center of several Grunts, and the group of little fat people screamed in fright, and fled around with their hands raised high.

It seems.

The alien force that declared war on the Retribution and the Harvest Star is an "alliance" that gathers different races.

And there is a clear grade division inside.

The most numerous but weak Grunts should be in the lowest tier, and the rare elites belong to the command class.

The most important point is the way the various races get along with each other, especially the attitude of the ghost-faced beasts who are not angry with the elites. It is not difficult to guess that there are serious hidden dangers in this "alliance".

If the management does not control it, there is a high probability that civil war will break out, causing the "alliance" to fall apart.

When there is crowding out in the warehouse, and when there is a secret confrontation...

"Wh----!"

Diverging orange-red light, the extremely high-temperature hot melt ray burned through the bulkhead above the warehouse, directly "vaporizing" the nearby jackals, grunts, and ghost-faced beasts.

The moment the melting ray disappeared.

"Boom~---!"

It was the Thunder III with a hard fuselage, rampaging and adopting an alternative forced landing method, crushing three enemy beetle-shaped armored units.

"Huh~---!"

As Thunder III entered the warehouse, it also caused a difference in internal and external air pressure. The "Blazing Wind" wanted to suck the gas in the warehouse out of the ship.

!!!

It also includes the various ethnic groups in the "Alliance" who have not figured out the status quo.

A large number of people like Grunts and Jackals were sucked into the icy universe by the strong suction before they had time to react.

The ghost-faced beast and the elite are holding on to the gaps in the bulkheads and decks.

Fortunately, the flagship isolated the outermost damaged area and lowered several gates, which stabilized the air pressure in the warehouse.

Those Grunts and Jackals who were still in mid-air fell to the deck one after another, temporarily recovering their lives.

All the tribes of the "Alliance" were completely confused by the sudden change just now, which also made them realize that the Thunder III parked in the middle of the warehouse was the culprit for everything just now.