My Empire

"I have aimed! I have aimed! Cover my dive! My wingman was shot down!" A clone pilot manning a Z-type fighter yelled into his intercom.

He was manipulating fighter planes, walking through the space full of enemy small energy artillery fire, avoiding the deadly threats.

At this time, the Z fighter is no longer the latest weapon and equipment of the Ailan Hill Empire.

Frankly speaking, it's even a bit outdated! Because in the previous development direction, the Ailan Hill Empire paid more attention to battleships with star destroyer weapons, rather than small carrier-based aircraft.

Therefore, the Z-type fighter is basically a kind of temporarily designed weaponry that is hurriedly mounted and then manufactured in a hurry to face complex war situations.

Now, with more advanced Zaku, Zaku 2, Gundam and other weapons, the main force of the Space Force carrier aircraft of the Ailan Hill Empire is no longer a clone force equipped with a Z fighter.

But on the other hand, the Z-type fighters that have not stopped the production line are still constantly replenishing the front line, which is also determined by the wartime production system.

After all, it is a state where no weapon is enough. How can it be possible to stop production with mature weapons and risk the production of new weapons and equipment?

The best choice is of course what to produce, as long as the raw materials are sufficient, there is no need to stop production of old-fashioned equipment.

Therefore, in the fleet sequence of the Allan Hill Empire, the giant aircraft carrier equipped with Z-type fighters and F-type unmanned fighters is still the largest number of carrier-based aircraft carrying platforms.

Since it is the most, it is the core combat power! At this moment, the sky full of Z-type fighter jets, with the F-type unmanned wingman, is arbitrarily shuttled among the enemy's fleet.

"I'm following you! I'm following you!" Behind him, a Z-type fighter came up, and the two planes rushed towards a target not far away.

It was a huge adjudicator battleship. Its body was more magnificent than the mountains. In front of the Z-type fighter, it was like an ancient behemoth, full of oppression.

The surface of this battleship is also full of various barbs, and there are also “turrets” on it that can fire continuously. These round-hole-shaped objects can shoot pieces of black energy into the air.

Just like the electromagnetic close-to-air cannon of the Ailan Hill Empire, such weapons can pose a huge threat to approaching targets.

Further afield, the fighter group of the Ailan Hill Empire was dispersed by the rushing Killer fighters, and the two sides began a fierce fight in an airspace.

"Get close to the target! Avoid those anti-aircraft firepower!" Driving his own Z fighter, the young clone pilot reminded his companions behind him.

The companions who followed him were also trying to dodge left and right, avoiding the incoming artillery fire.

Unfortunately, the F-type unmanned wingman behind the plane behind it, after avoiding two black energy clusters, was hit by an energy cannonball, directly in the universe. Scattered to pieces.

"My wingman was hit! My wingman was hit!" The clone pilot who followed was a little nervous and shouted continuously in the intercom.

"Keep your speed! Follow me! Follow me!" The pilot in the lead shook his joystick while loudly reminding his companions behind him.

However, for a long time, there was no sound...

There is no need to look back, he knows that behind him, the friendly fighter that hurried to keep up should have been shot down.

In fact, it was indeed the case. A shell that struck suddenly hit the middle of the rear Z-type fighter in such an unbiased manner and directly swallowed the cabin of the carrier-based aircraft.

Before the pilot could even call for help, he was lifted into the universe by the energy of the explosion, and the fighter he was piloting exploded and shattered in an instant, leaving only a piece of debris behind the Z-type fighter in front.

However, the Z fighter that came to cover was not sacrificed in vain. He followed and covered the lead plane in front.

The Z-type fighter in front gained an attack window and swayed into the dead corner of the enemy warship's air defense fire attack.

Passing a complex area full of barbs, the clone pilot flying a Z-type fighter found an excellent angle of attack.

He drove his own plane and dropped the mounted nuclear bomb on the relatively flat area.

Seeing that the nuclear bomb smashed the shell of the enemy ship and disappeared in the gap, the clone pilot pulled up his Z-type carrier-based aircraft and began to move away from this place that was about to become very dangerous.

On the way back, he saw the wreckage of the Z-type fighter jet that had been shot down before. The wreckage was still drifting forward and would not stop for a short time.

Amidst the fragmented wreckage, one could still see the pilot’s safety rope and a pilot’s glove, and the others were illegible.

"Damn..." Although he had already prepared, the clone cursed after seeing the wreckage of his companion.

He steered his Z-type fighter to avoid the black energy group passing by, and then changed the course, avoiding the wreckage of the floating companions by the way.

There was an unmanned wingman just behind the downed Z fighter. The wingman was also destroyed, and at this moment it was already a scrapped wreck.

Just as the clone pilot was driving his Z-type fighter and began to move away, the Arbiter battleship behind him was torn up and inflated instantly by the explosion inside.

The nuclear bomb exploded inside the battleship, and the expanding gas shredded the surrounding cabin walls, and then immediately transmitted huge power to the main support structure of the battleship.

The ensuing hot gas melted everything, even the magical energy was heated and boiled, and the ensuing explosion swept the entire battleship's interior, destroying everything it encountered in an instant.

Such a terrible explosion was unstoppable and unstoppable inside the battleship, and eventually spread to the surface of the battleship, twisting the hard shell of the battleship into an arc.

After a short period of stagnation, the watchman's battleship was torn apart, it became like a fragmentation grenade that exploded, flying out countless fragments.

These shards swept everything around, and affected several Adjudicator battleships around. Those rampage fragments destroyed everything that passed by, and wounded all the surrounding arbiter warships.

After checking his remaining ammunition, the clone pilot found regretfully that he had no nuclear bombs to use.

Now he can only choose to return home reluctantly, or like his previous companions, to cover other friendly aircraft with ammunition and continue to attack.

He barely thought, opened and adjusted his communication channel, trying to find a companion who needed cover.

"I need cover! Is there anyone nearby!" Soon, a voice passed through the intercom and reached his ears.

"I am the pilot of the 117th Attack Squadron! I can hear your call! Where are you! Where are you!"

"I am a clone pilot of the 119th Squadron! My coordinates are 17-29! Local coordinates 17-29! An enemy plane is biting me! My number is 333! Repeat! My number is 333!" Anxiously answered: "I still have a nuclear bomb! I still have a nuclear bomb!"

The latter sentence represents that the friendly army still has the value of being covered. Therefore, when he heard the last sentence, the clone pilot who ran out of ammunition immediately shook the joystick and rushed towards 17. -29 The orientation of the local coordinates.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Bearing 45-77! Look at the radar! Identify the enemy and us! Let's make a tactical crossover! I will help you get rid of the tail!" He shouted loudly while accelerating the flight.

"Okay! Ok! I'm trying to steer! He's still following me! Follow me!" the pilot on the other side yelled nervously.

"I see you! Hull number 333! I see you!" After a short flight, the clone pilot who drove the Z fighter jet to see the friendly aircraft being pursued and killed.

"Cross on the left! Cross on the left!" The two Z-type fighters quickly moved closer. While the clone pilots who came to support shouted commands, they slammed the joystick to their left.

On the side of the Z fighter, the attitude engine suddenly worked at its full capacity, and a burst of white gas was ejected.

On the other side, the Z-type fighter number 333 didn't even mean to dodge, so it rushed straight along the path.

The two fighters passed by, and almost collided. Obviously, there was a mistake in cooperation between the two.

Regardless of cursing, the clone pilot who came to support did not look at the No. 333 Z fighter that almost killed him, but pointed his muzzle at the Killer fighter that was chasing right in front.

"Suddenly!" The electromagnetic machine gun shot out a tracer, drawing bright straight lines in the deep universe.

These straight lines passed through the Guardian's Killer fighter jet, and then went unabated and flew to the invisible distance.

The Killer fighter that was penetrated was obviously damaged, and its flight attitude changed strangely. After shaking it twice, it flew straight into the distance along an original flight trajectory.

It did not explode, seemingly because it was not hit by explosive materials such as energy. But it lost its power, so it could only fly in the direction just now and keep flying towards one place.

There is no resistance in the universe, it can only fly like this, like dust floating in the universe, until it encounters gravity or hits something...

Of course, it is also possible that it will slowly dissipate, just like other Guardian troops destroyed by the explosion, no one can know.

"I'm sorry! I was so nervous just now!" In the intercom, the other party apologized before he waited for him to scold someone.

"No... it doesn't matter!" The clone pilot, who had traveled all the way to support, was too embarrassed to continue yelling, even though he had already greeted all the matrilineal clans of the other party in his heart, although the clones did not have these relatives.

"I still have a nuclear bomb! You can cover me! Let's find a target to attack!" The pilot said directly without being muddled.

"Yes! You come to find the target! I will follow you and act as your wingman!" The clone pilot said to the pilot of the 333 Z fighter.

"Okay! My wingman is lost, what about yours?" the pilot asked as he flew forward.

"Mine too..." He glanced at the aircraft's eye-catching 333 hull number, and he answered absent-mindedly.

"The enemy's artillery fire is too fierce! If I assault by myself, the success rate is really too low." The pilot of the 333 Z fighter continued.

"Yes!" Thinking of his own experience just now, the clone pilot who came to support nodded with lingering fear.

The pilot of the 333 fighter jet found the target and said, "Look at that warship over there! I am going to attack its right side!"

"Yes! Let's raise the relative height first! Attack from diagonally above, avoiding the ‘turrets’ of the flanking enemies!" The clone pilot who came back naturally gave his own suggestions.

The two planes began to climb one after the other, like two peas flying in the air on the battlefield full of gunfire.

Below them, the Star Destroyer energy beams fired by the Ailan Hill Empire fleet flew over, as if they were magnificent and magnificent staves.

And in the middle of these staves, the exploding watchman's battleship is like a musical note, playing a section of gorgeous movement.

"Okay! The relative altitude is almost the same!" The pilot who came to support reminded him, and then he saw the No.333 Z fighter plane in front of it changed its flight status.

"Follow me! If you are in danger...you leave first!" In the headset, the other party kindly reminded him, and then he began to dive.

The clone pilot who came to support him hummed, and then dived, killing his target one after another.

A group of black energy bombs came, wiping the glass of the cockpit above them, and flew over, reminding them that they had been found. Immediately afterwards, more energy groups struck, forming a big net.

"Dodge! Dodge! My magic defense barrier is almost consumed! Watch out for those energy groups!" The 333 pilot who rushed in front loudly reminded the comrades behind him.

Then it was discovered after a few seconds that there was no sound coming through the earphones. He was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help turning his head. Then he saw that some scattered debris was flying along the track he was flying, following him.

Those scattered fragments are like wingmen after another, loyal and brave, chasing each other, ignoring the enemy's artillery fire, rushing to the distant target.

The scene in front of him began to be slightly distorted, and some unidentified liquid began to float, suspended in the driver's helmet. The pilot of the No. 333 Z fighter no longer looked back, but through the crystal water droplets, aimed his sight at the Arbiter battleship!