In the pilot lounge, Roy, Mark, Yi Hui, Suxiong, He Wuming and other pilots have changed into their pilot suits and sat quietly in their respective positions to close their eyes and rest. What should be said and what should be arranged has been arranged. What should be done now is to seize the time to adjust the state and attack.

"Note! Pay attention! All personnel enter the combat state! All personnel enter the combat state! All combatants enter the combat post! All fighters attack!" The high combat command broke the silence of the lounge. All pilots who stood up heard this could not help but look at Roy. Roy also looked at the group of pilots who focused their eyes on him.

"Let's go! Come back alive!" Roy waved his hand and said loudly. After all the staff saluted Roy neatly, they walked out of the lounge in an orderly and quickly.

Not long after He walked out of the lounge, he met Lin Mingmei who had been waiting in the aisle. He saw Lin Mingmei wearing the dress she wore when she first met. Her beautiful long hair was tied into a high ponytail by a white hairband, and her playful bangs were gently fluttering at her eyebrows. The earrings that appeared in the hair reflected light. A pair of transparent small wings extending from behind the dress added a hint of pretty color to Lin Mingmei.

"Why are you here?" He inexplicably walked towards Lin Mingmei as his teammates shouted, looked at Lin Mingmei's clothes and asked.

"Just come to see you." Lin Mingmei shook her head and said softly.

"Well, although I really want to talk to you, I'm in a state of combat now, sorry." He inexplicably raised the helmet in his hand and smiled apologetically.

"I understand. I'm just here to see you." Lin Mingmei looked at He Moming with her eyes, as if she was afraid that He Moming would disappear inadvertently.

"Don't worry! I will win." He inexplicably patted the helmet in his hand, and then added. "I have a group of reliable partners! And I am also a trump card myself."

Lin Mingmei stared at He Wuming for a while before nodding slowly. After showing a smile, He Wuming waved his hand and turned to go to the hangar. Who knew that Lin Mingmei grabbed He Wuming from behind. He Wuming felt the girl's soft body leaning tightly through the pilot suit. The girl hugged He Wuming's body with both hands.

"We must come back. Although I knew you were going to fight before, this time I watched you go to the battlefield with my own eyes. So, we must come back." The girl's voice full of emotions but suppressed her own emotions came from behind into He Wuming's ears. He Wuming was speechless for a long time, and his left hand was empty and tightly held the girl's hand.

"Are the agreement good? No matter what the situation, no matter where I am, no matter what, I will definitely come back. Absolutely!" He Wuming's firm voice told the most real emotions from the bottom of his heart. He Wuming's hands gradually loosened his arms, hugged He Wuming tightly, and turned around and saw a face with pear blossoms. This scene touched He Wuming's softness. He Wuming stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the tears.

"I've made an appointment. I'll come back no matter where I am." He inexplicably said the agreement again. When the girl heard this, she nodded firmly and showed a bright smile.

"Agree! Then, I'll watch you fight on the bridge." After saying this, the girl quickly turned around and walked away. He Wuming stood there and watched Lin Mingmei walk away, and ran to the hangar at a speed of 100 meters. Due to the previous delay, He Wuming was already behind a lot. His teammates had entered the attack program, and even his teammates who were moving quickly had already flown in the space formation. He Wuming said sorry to the preparatory squad and quickly boarded the love aircraft VF-1S. At this time, the VF-1S had already been

After being replaced by the preparatory squad, he was replaced by a brand new Mingmei painting. The big Mingmei silhouette on the vertical tail wing has become He Wuming's representative pattern, so He Wuming is often used by his teammates to open the painting. As for the red, white and blue painting of the fuselage? Because a member of the preparatory squad who claims to be a fan of Mingmei took a selfie and said there was no problem with his chest, He Wuming found that his love machine style suddenly changed, as if he had become someone's core fighter. This result made He Wuming look at the preparatory squad with a strange look for several days.

"Boy! Did you forget the mission? Do you want to have extra meals for you?" After He inexplicably controlled the love aircraft and entered space, Roy's communication came in.

"Uh. Sorry. Sorry. Captain. All kinds of reasons. It's delayed! You can have a meal after the mission." He said inexplicably. The teammates who eavesdropped on the communication channel all started to scan He's inexplicably when they heard this.

"Target confirmation. Distance is 8,000. Number of heavy cruisers: 5, number of gunboats: 3, number of mechas: 100. All members are ready to welcome the enemy." Just as He Wuming was about to be unable to withstand the flash of his teammates, the bridge came from the communication about the coming of the enemy's attack.

When He Moming heard this data, he was stunned for a moment. He remembered that in this battle, the Zenith Stars had not sent troops of this size to intercept McCross 1. Could it be that He Moming's activity caused this change? But He Moming's range was only on McCross 1. When did he radiate to the Zenith Stars? Suddenly, He Moming thought about the captive of the Zenith Stars who were still closed in the giant prison. Could it be that this is the reason? But after thinking about it, this is the only reason a little reliable. He Moming shook his head and threw away all the messy thoughts.

"Listen to all! The number of enemy attacks this time is very difficult for us. But we still have hope. Recently, we have launched a new plan, which may allow us to win the final victory. Before that, please give us 100% or even 200% of the technology to defeat the enemy. Come on!" Grobal opened the communication and made a brief speech. Then, Grobal ordered the CIC to open He Wuming's communication alone.

"The stage is ready. Your beloved big star is in place. All that remains is to see if your plan works as well as in the experiment." Grobal said as he looked at He's inexplicable image.

"I have confidence in Lin Mingmei's singing and my plan. But the only key is when do you start planning? If it is too early, it will cause most pilots to be disgusted. After all, pilots are the pride of heaven, and you may understand that pride. If it is too late, you will lose too much. So what about your decision?" He said confidently with inexplicable lips slightly raised and he said.

"I will seize the opportunity. I hope your little lover can sing the song of peace." Grobal replied and hung up the communication directly.

In the bridge, everyone who had already been puzzled by Lin Mingmei's sudden joining heard the communication between Grobal and He inexplicably focused their attention on Grobal. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. For a moment, their eyes were filled with tears. Hayase Misa walked to Grobal with the encouragement of her friend Crotia.

"Captain, if you can, please explain the so-called plan?" Hayase Misa made a comparison with Lin Mingmei standing aside waiting for the performance to begin.

"Time is tight. All you have to do now is to do your work. As for the plan, you will see it later. Whether it is success or failure." Grobal raised his finger to point at the endless dark space, and said with a hint of sternness. Hayase Misa had to let go of his doubts and return to his post to continue commanding the front line. Others also calmed down, and the bridge was constantly instructing. Grobal looked back at Lin Mingmei, and Lin Mingmei, wearing a gorgeous performance costume, nodded in response. After Grobal looked at Lin Mingmei, he turned around and picked up his beloved pipe, and looked at the battle information on the display screen ahead.

The flames kept flashing in the void. Although the sound could not be transmitted in space, He Moming, who was passing through it, still felt a burst of shocking sounds. The auxiliary nozzle of the VF-1S flexibly adjusted the direction, and what moved was the fighter's continuous change in various postures. He Moming instantly switched to a semi-human form and avoided the pursuit of a wave of missiles. Then he switched back to the fighter form, with a huge thrust, instantly catching up with an enemy, and the roaring machine cannon ripped apart the target. Explosion, explosion, stray bullets flying everywhere were filled with shock waves of the battlefield, and fire chains kept flashing in the void, sometimes causing an explosion, sometimes disappearing in the void and unknown where they were.

The communication channel kept roaring, screaming, screaming, and calling... He inexplicably drove the VF-1S to harvest the lives of the enemy, kept hearing the wail of his comrades' sacrifice, and kept trying his best to save all his comrades who could see. After rescuing a comrade who was trapped in the encirclement, He inexplicably could not bear all this.

"Grogbar!! Don't you fucking start planning?! Everyone is going to die!!" He, who for some reason, could no longer pay attention to any military rules, opened the communication and shouted rudely.

"The time has come. The front line contracts defense, let's start." Grobal gave out a sip of smoke and ordered.

"Captain!" He's inexplicable voice came into Roy's ears from the communication channel.

"Everyone is moving closer and shrinks defense. Pay attention to cover and don't die!" Roy nodded and issued an order directly.

All the pilots who received the order began to move closer to their teammates who were close to each other. The two sides covered each other, and the originally shaky defense line began to develop to a stable level. After He inexplicably fired a series of fire chains and turned the enemy in front of him into a spark, a song finally came from the communication channel.

"Troubleshooting, smooth lines, stable signals. Singer plan, start." Grobal looked at Lin Mingmei, stretched out his right hand, and welcomed Lin Mingmei to the platform in front of the bridge. Lin Mingmei knew her mission, what she should do, and what changes she needed to do now would bring to the man fighting on the front line. So, the very popular girl singer firmly raised her microphone and made a POSS to start the singing.
Chapter completed!