Interstellar Apocalypse: I lead players to dismantle spaceships

"Shentang Mercenary Group? Okay, I will remember you. Regardless of success or failure, I will take credit for you!"

The federal officer said sincerely.

Although he felt from the bottom of his heart that the hope of survival of these people was slim, it did not prevent him from expressing his respect. Anyway, if he thought about it from their perspective, he should not dare to fly a fighter plane into the insect swarm.

But the other party dares, so he deserves respect.

The officer immediately arranged for the ground crew to add extra mounts to the Shentang Mercenary Group's fighter planes. The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the people around him.

The surviving federal ace pilots looked at it for a few times and hesitated to speak, but in the end they still sat in the cabin and continued to relax with their eyes closed.

"Captain Alpha, don't you want to persuade them?"

"Jack, shut up and get some rest."

"It's a pity, I quite like them..."

Jack felt a little sorry.

This group of mercenaries has a good attitude. Unlike those who were forced to recruit, calling them here will only cause chaos.

If possible, he would rather the people of Shentang survive than those cowards.

But it's a pity.

This raid is not just about attitude. They will definitely kill themselves if they do this. I am afraid these mercenaries have never flown an advanced military fighter plane like the Wraith. They must not know how deadly the extra weight can be.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

With more cannon fodder, only aces like them have a chance to succeed. I hope you die a worthy death!

Thinking of this, Jack sighed softly and closed his eyes.

He had just come down from the front line and was really tired.

other side.

When the pilots from other mercenary groups around saw it, they suddenly became commotion.

"Hey! Why do you just give them more ammunition? Everyone is fighting for humanity, why should they discriminate against us!"

"Yes, cannon fodder can still have a relationship, but I don't accept it!"

The ground staff who were surrounded by mercenaries didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so they could only explain.

"Heroes, this is really not a special treatment. On the contrary, the Wraith is a highly mobile fighter aircraft. Too many mounts will cause performance degradation. To be honest, the chance of survival will be lower now."

The mercenaries were stunned.

Those who have the ability don't make trouble, those who don't have the ability only jump.

In fact, these troublemaking mercenaries are themselves cannon fodder in their respective mercenary groups, and their skills and vision are not very good.

No one expected them to succeed, they were just here to share the firepower of the insect swarm.

Just because I won the lottery, I had to come.

So these people are extremely dissatisfied in their hearts, thinking that even if their lives are at stake, why should they care about you?

He immediately started to fight against the sky and the earth, like a powder keg that was about to explode.

Now that the misunderstanding was resolved, they felt that they had been embarrassed, so they suddenly became sarcastic.

"Haha, bring so many bombs and rush to reincarnate!"

"I have never heard of the Shen Tang mercenary group. When I heard it, I thought they were poor people. I could smell the sour smell of poverty from a long distance away."

"Oh, you poor guy who can't even fly a fighter plane, do you know how the Wraiths play? The captain of the 173rd Fighter Squadron at Pearl Harbor is my dear friend. He personally took me flying several times last time."

"Damn it, boss! Lai Genhuazi, can you teach me a lesson?"

"Easy to say, easy to say ~ I know a lot of tricks on the Wraith Fighter. I'm afraid these country bumpkins can't even understand the display console."

The ground officer next to him was speechless for a while.

These idiots.

These new wraiths have no display console at all. They rely on voiceprints, brain computers, and sensor-based helmets for control, using the most advanced star-casting technology.

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Do you country bumpkins understand this?

Sure enough, when the mercenary with the most cheerful name sat in the cockpit, he was dumbfounded.

That’s not right!

Last time I paid someone to rent a retired Wraith through the back door to play with, but the cockpit layout of that aircraft was not like this. Where is my display console?

The house collapsed instantly before it even rose up.

The mercenaries around him couldn't stand it, and finally, those who had the ability couldn't help it anymore.

"This is the latest sensor-type cockpit. Watch out, this is how it works!"

A black man with dreadlocks strode into the cockpit and started the fighter plane with some skill. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but luckily he didn't show any fear.

"Damn it, the boss is awesome!"

"Boss, please take us with you later!"

"The boss smokes rocket cigars, they are so powerful~"

Dirty-haired Brother Hei was very helpful. He puffed his cigar greedily while looking towards the Shentang Mercenary Group.

"Hey, people over there, do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I will teach you. As long as that girl comes over and has fun with us, I guarantee that your chances of surviving will be doubled!"

Anyway, zero doubled is still zero.

Brother Hei with dreadlocks looked greedily at a hot woman with dreadlocks in Shentang's team.

Oh, God, this is definitely the most beautiful beauty he has ever seen in his life!

Hearing his shout, Shentang looked over and saw a tall man with a split head hugging his goddess, and then made a demonstrative gesture of wiping her neck towards him.

Brother Hei was immediately furious.

Looks like you want to touch my razor?

The federal officer next to him finally couldn't stand it anymore and immediately stopped him, "Go back to your respective fighters. You are not even familiar with the Wraiths. How do you expect to survive later?"

The mercenaries who were watching the commotion suddenly became stunned.

Tsk, boring.

They were all already broken, but in the end they chose to accept the reality and went back to prepare for the battle.

And Heige spat a mouthful of pus and shouted.

"Ground staff! Spray the razor pattern and the hull number 333 on my fighter plane, otherwise if the mission fails later, can you bear the responsibility!"

The ground staff turned his head and glanced at the commander in embarrassment.

The commander waved his hand in disdain, "Hurry up and give it to him, tsk, there are so many troubles!"

"No, it's because the inventory of photon torpedoes is insufficient..."

The ground staff leaned over and whispered.

The commander said without hesitation, "Give priority to meeting the mounting needs of the Shen Tang Mercenary Group. As for these cannon fodders, ordinary proton torpedoes will be enough. Anyway, they don't know them."

"I understand. I remember the troublemakers just now! I don't think they need to be filled with fuel..."

A group of ground staff and robots worked hard, and finally completed the preparation of 300 new ghosts in half an hour. All fighters were pushed onto the launch pad majestically.

But the pilots inside were different.

Some people were ready to die, some prayed frantically, some cursed, some trembled uncontrollably, and some even peed themselves in fear.

No matter what, they were all Federation heroes now.

Soon, the five fleet commanders showed up together, the stars on their shoulders dazzled everyone, they said a bunch of inspiring clichés, and then saluted in unison.

"I wish the warriors good luck! The future of the Federation is in your hands!"

Well, so many generals saluted me.

It's not a waste of my death this time, right?

With this in mind, one Wraith fighter after another was shot into space.

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