"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Chero's eyes red and his roared three times in a row, then rushed to the battlefield with the fighter planes all over the sky.

There are still hundreds of meters away, and all the hundreds of fighter jets lined up in a staggered range have already launched an attack frenzy.

Without exception, all crocodile pilots chose particle beam attacks.

Hundreds of particle beams, like hundreds of lightsabers, penetrated through the void and covered the battlefield densely.

At this time, neither Chero nor other crocodile people had any idea of ​​their goals.

There are hundreds of fighter jets in the Scorpion Fox Fighter Farmer Group, and at this time there are only more than twenty fighter jets left.

Moreover, there are several monsters hanging on almost every fighter plane. Occasionally, a few of them fell out and were already targeted by monsters. Their fall is almost destined.

Rather than letting them die under the sharp claws and fangs of the cruel monsters, Chero believed that they would rather let their comrades and their tribesmen send them on their way.

The dense particle beam instantly arrived at the center of the battlefield.

In an instant, at least hundreds of monsters were penetrated by particle beams, and some were even pierced by several particle beams.

Large pieces of blood scattered into the sky, and fog-like blue smoke rose from the hard rocky mountains on the ground.

The next moment, almost no one believed what he saw, including Chero.

There were only a dozen of ferocious, ugly, and terrifying monsters, dragging large pieces of blood rain to the ground.

More monsters, but their bodies were slightly shaken, as if they had no pain, suddenly increased their speed and rushed towards Chero's fighter brigade.

“Have the message been delivered back?”

Chero fired violently while manipulating a more energy-efficient laser weapon, and asked in the team channel.

"The picture here has been passed to the base, and there is no response yet."

The communication liaison officer of the Wing Soul Fighter Team responded hurriedly.

"Brothers, don't wait for any response. When they find out the results, it's too late."

"Kill. Kill a monster enough to kill two, and we can earn one more..."

"Mok, let's drag them, you avoid them and fly high up, and after reaching the right position, directly launch the nuclear fission bomb, don't consider our safety."

The monster flying over the sky was swiftly pounced on the monster. Chero's roar stopped for a moment.

"Received, boss."

In the Wing Soul Fighter Team, a fighter jet that did not belong to this team or had already been destroyed quickly left the formation. The slightly bloated fuselage dragged its strong tail flame and quickly climbed up to the high altitude.

Before there was any time to see if there were any monsters chasing the bomber carrying the nuclear fission bomb. Facing several monsters that rushed up, Chero controlled the fighter and bravely met him.

The intertwined particle beams and laser rays reflected a large area of ​​space. Groups of monsters formed a group of combat squads and collided violently in this void.

It was indeed a violent collision. The speed of the winged beast was already very amazing, and the monster that parasiticized the birth of the winged beast was actually faster than that of the winged beast itself.

They did not have the ability to attack long-rangely. They actually used their bodies to hit the fighter plane hard.

At one encounter, at least thirty or forty monsters were almost smashed by the sharp nose.

Even if the fighter jets that hit the monster were not destroyed by the monster, when their blood was sprayed onto the fuselage, the fighter jets that emitted blue smoke emitted jumping energy lightning at the same time.

The fighter jets are light and damaged by blood, and they are inevitable. When the transparent cockpit of the fighter jet is instantly melted by monster blood, the crocodile pilots in it are also sprinkled with corroded blood, in the extreme pain. Crocodile people screamed and crashed with the fighter jet, or directly hit the mountain and exploded.

Seeing that the light spots representing the number of fighter planes on the light screen of the fighter console almost dropped sharply. Chero, who was furious, controlled the flexible fighter to sweep a flying monster into a sieve, and then suddenly fell sideways to avoid the attack of another monster.

A good overall view allows Chero to ensure a certain sense while fighting fiercely.

It was simply disproportionate. Hundreds of fighter jets killed about fifty or sixty monsters in just a few tens of thousands of seconds.

The number of fighter jets was lost in one encounter.

Two monsters, exchange for a fighter plane.

Chero could not accept such a ratio at all.

But that's the truth. If those monsters also have long-range attack methods like thunder beasts, Chero believes that three fighter jets may not be able to replace one monster's death.

At this time, everything you think is redundant.

Seeing more monsters flying out of the mountains and thousands of black flew over, Chero issued an order to disperse the fighter planes and avoid the monsters from attacking from afar as much as possible.

The demise of the Wing Soul Fighter Team is already foreseeable.

At this time, Chero had no idea and just tried his best to kill more monsters.

Also, it wanted to use the only 50 remaining Wing Soul Fighter Group fighter jets to hold up these terrifying monsters as much as possible and win more time for the bomber.

"Boss, I have reached the designated height and can launch and deploy nuclear fission bombs at any time."

In addition to the crisscrossing particle beams and laser rays, there are also balls of bursting fires of fighter jets in the space. Chero, who almost ignored everything, heard the information in the communication channel, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Liberation, or relief.

Reluctance, or expectation.

With a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and looking at the light spots on the light screen that were still rapidly decreasing, Chero quickly made a decision.

The Wing Soul Brigade, which has 100 fighter jets, was only thirteen fighter jets left at this time.

Chero, unwilling to give up, just wanted to take a look at the mining city.

It is very interested in knowing what the situation is like today's mining city.

Whether there are still tribes living there, or more humans, or have become a sea of ​​monsters there.

None of these matters anymore. The nuclear fission bomb that is about to fall from a high altitude will destroy the entire mining city, even mountains within a certain distance.

He quickly climbed up to the sky, and after seeing the fighter planes that were about to be pounced by monsters several times, they often avoided at the most critical moment.

It took only a few tens of seconds to arrive over the mine. At this time, all the light spots on the light screen of the fighter main console had disappeared.

After several tricks of action, he avoided a group of monsters flying towards him.

When the unavoidable monster was about to flood the fighter plane, Chero looked at the mine on the ground. His eyes widened, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, in the sky, the thick nuclear fission bomb was falling rapidly from the sky with the sound of breaking through the air.
Chapter completed!