Interstellar Apocalypse: I lead players to dismantle spaceships.

Chapter 307: Country bumpkin, can you cast a wraith?
"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 this group of 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 swarm of insects.

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 over 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.

There's nothing wrong with that though.

With more cannon fodder, aces like them will 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.

the 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? We are all fighting for humanity, why should we be discriminated against!"

"Yes, cannon fodder can still have connections, 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. 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 just came to share the firepower of the swarm.

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

Therefore, these people are extremely dissatisfied, thinking that even if their lives are at risk, 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've 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.

Do you country bumpkins understand?
Sure enough, the most lovable mercenary sat in the cockpit and was dumbfounded.its not right!
Last time I spent money to find 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 bear to look at it. 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 secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he didn't show any fear.

"Damn it, boss is awesome!"

"Boss, please take us with you later!"

"Big brother smokes rocket cigars, this one is so strong~"

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 in Shentang's team who also had dreadlocks.

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.

It seems that you want to touch my razor?

The federal officer next to him finally couldn't stand it any longer, and stopped him immediately, "Go back to your respective fighter planes, you are not even familiar with Wraith Spirits, do you expect to survive later?"

The mercenaries who were watching the commotion suddenly became stunned.

Cut, 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 Brother Hei spit out phlegm viciously and shouted.

"Ground crew! Spray my fighter plane with a razor pattern and the hull number 333. Otherwise, if the mission fails later, can you bear the responsibility!"

The ground crew boy turned around and glanced at the officer in embarrassment.

The officer waved his hand in disgust, "Hurry up and give it to him, Tsk, there are so many things to do!"

"No, the stock of photon torpedoes is not enough..."

The ground crew guy came over and whispered.

The commander said without hesitation, "The priority is to meet the mounting needs of the Shentang Mercenary Group. As for these cannon fodder, ordinary proton torpedoes will be enough. They don't know them anyway."

"Understood, I remember the trouble just now! I don't think they need to fill up the fuel..."

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

But the driver inside is different.

Some people looked at death as if they were dead, some prayed like crazy, some yelled, some trembled uncontrollably, and even peeed out of fear.

In any case, they are now Federation heroes.

Soon, the five fleet commanders appeared together. The general stars on their shoulders were blindingly bright. They said a bunch of inspiring words and then saluted in unison.

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

Yes, so many generals saluted me.

Our death is not in vain this time, right?
With this thought in mind, a series of Wraith fighter planes were launched into space.

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(End of this chapter)