My Empire

In the atmosphere of   Higgs 5, a formation of up-to-date fighter jets whizzed through the sky. When they encountered the Warden’s Prowler fighters, they launched a series of extremely fast missiles.

  The aerodynamic shape of these missiles is the same as sharp spikes, their speed is ten times faster than traditional missiles, and their maneuverability is also very anti-sky.

  In an instant, these missiles hit the distant target, and several Prowler fighter jets quickly dragged a long thick smoke and fell towards the ground.

  "Pull up! Pull up!" In the cockpit, the fighter pilot of the Ailan Hill Empire pulled his joystick to loudly remind his companions behind him.

  "Avoid enemy firepower!" At the same time, another pilot was shouting hysterically on the channel.

  The last fighter flying in the flight was controlled by a puppet robot. It was full of movements. While pulling it up, it was hit by a cloud of black energy from a distance.

  A huge explosion sounded, and the entire fighter jet exploded into a ball of flame in the sky, and the scattered fragments flew everywhere, falling to the ground like raindrops.

"Suddenly!" After avoiding the enemy's attack, an Ailanhill Empire fighter passed by the oncoming Prowler fighter, and a dense row of electromagnetic artillery shells hit the wandering plane. By.

  Almost instantly, a row of holes the size of a bowl was left in the fuselage of the Prowler fighter.

  The fast-flying Prowler fighter's fuselage quickly slammed to one side, and uncontrollably began to slide sideways to the ground.

  No one took care of the crashed plane until it directly hit the ground with three sweeping sweepers marching forward. It exploded in the sweeping crowd and no one looked at it again.

  "They are too many! Damn!" In the cockpit of a fighter jet, the pilot angrily looked at his empty missile pylon and complained loudly.

   "What's the solution? Can you persuade them to come less at a time?" In another fighter, the pilot responded loudly while manipulating his plane to avoid the enemy's pursuit.

  His fighter swayed from left to right, avoiding the two groups of black energy coming from behind, a somersault hit behind the enemy plane that was chasing him, pulled the trigger and started shooting.

  The I-shaped Prowler fighter did not react, and was directly bombarded into fragments by the rear-end shells and scattered in the sky.

  Not far away, an Elanhill Empire fighter dragged a long thick smoke to the ground. The ejection seat pushed the pilot out of the cockpit, hung it on the parachute and slowly fell.

   is also the 30th series. The first "J-30" fighter designed to be completed is the main fighter of the Ailan Hill Empire today. Because the battlefield gradually rises into space, the progress of the development of fighters in the atmosphere is not fast.

  Anyway, the Ailan Hill Empire supports ground operations and generally has orbital bombing, so air supremacy has become less important.

  This time, because the enemy is equally powerful in the universe, it was forced to take out the J-30 fighter jet again, and fought a traditional air battle with the enemy in the atmosphere.

  "Look at your left hand! Ten o'clock direction!" During the melee, a pilot saw the dark clouds in the distance through his fighter cockpit, and loudly reminded his companion.

His companion threw off an enemy plane and cast his gaze into the distance. Only then did he see the Guardian's bomber group, which was the crushing bomber that had been dispatched during the previous attack on the Heavenly Sword God Sect, and flew in groups The direction where the tree of life is located.

"Damn it!" After adjusting his flying posture, the pilot cursed, then shook the joystick and drove his plane into the battle circle again: "Resolve these escorting enemy aircraft! The enemy's big guy is handed over to the interceptor!

"That's all! Pay attention to the fuel consumption! We can fight for another five minutes!" After the pilot in another plane shot down an enemy plane, he pulled it back to altitude and looked at the large enemy planes that were far away. Said.

  On the other side, above the clouds, the interceptor unit of the Ailan Hill Empire, flocks of F-15 fighters maintained their flying heights.

   "Did you see the target?" The leading frontline commander asked the other pilots in the channel while looking at the radar screen.

  "The radar shows that the opponent is still 40 kilometers away from us!" In another plane, the pilot had already pressed his thumb on the launch button: "The missile self-check has been completed!"

  "What are you waiting for? Launch missiles! Destroy these enemy planes!" The commander in the lead pressed the missile launch button and said at the same time.

  Countless AIM-120 missiles broke away from the missile pylons of F-15 fighter jets, and the dense white tail flames formed a spectacular pattern of vertical lines in the sky.

   is approaching the target, and the energy generating device under the belly of the plane has been aimed at the ground guardian bomber "crushers". Unexpectedly, there will be so many enemy planes suddenly appearing above the front head.

  The four-digit fighter wing designation is the fighter wing designation dedicated to the puppet UAV, and the three-digit designation is used by the clone fighter wing.

  Although it had been pre-acquisitioned, the four-digit fighter wing was cannon fodder and could be discarded at any time, but the speed of destruction still made everyone in the command feel depressed.

  "The radar shows that the watcher fleet is approaching the tree of life!" A radar operator raised his hand to signal, and the officer next to him immediately walked over and looked at the situation on the screen.

  Then, the head of the air force commander stared at the huge projection screen and loudly ordered: "The anti-aircraft missile unit goes into battle! Intercept all enemy air targets that are trying to attack the tree of life!"

   "Oh, sir!" The commander of the ground air defense unit stood at attention and saluted, and then grabbed the phone in front of him: "Intercept all intrusion targets! Open fire!"

  At the same time, on the ground on the other side, a sweeper who had just walked out of the diamond-shaped space shuttle twisted his neck.

  He looked at the sky that was exploding everywhere, and there were falling aircraft everywhere, and made a satisfied sound.

   Then, he walked up to a few cleaners waiting next to him, and asked, "How is the offense?"

   "My lord! The enemy's garrison troops are more than imagined, and compared to the previous force called the Heavenly Sword Shenzong..., their warfare capabilities are obviously higher." A sweeper replied.

   "I put ten times more troops here! Just the Prowler, I touched 2000!" The sweeper, who was obviously the leader, stared at the opponent, his ugly face twisted, but it became more pleasing to the eye.

   "The opponent's...fighters are quite powerful. We have lost 300 Prowlers. In addition...more than 100 Crushers have been shot down." The sweeper who was in charge of the battle before replied with a guilty conscience.

  "What? You know that we are consuming God's energy to create! The loss is so huge, how can we explain to God?" The sweeper's tone suddenly rose up, and he yelled angrily.

  However, he soon returned to calm, and his tone also calmed down: "Forget it! It seems that the enemy is really tricky this time. On the space fleet, our losses are also great."

  After he finished speaking, he looked at the distant horizon and continued to speak: “Order the ground troops to move forward! When we start to eat away everything from them, the situation will develop in our favor.”

  "You are always right! Your lord!" The sweeper lowered his head slightly, and then made a please gesture: "The command here is over to you, my lord."

   "Attack! Destroy anything blocking the road! Eat everything that is not natural! Go! Clean up the world!" Spreading his hands, the sweeper made an unpleasant shout.

   Accompanied by his shouting, countless sweepers crowded the Destroyer tanks, marching toward the distant horizon, and striding forward.