Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 1336: Space Fortress, Ilxia Offensive Operation (11)

A three-plane formation with a red maple leaf emblem flew over the surface of the fortress at high speed. They bypassed the front battlefield from the side and tried to flank the space fighters of the Swirling Water Federation.

However, as they pulled up and took attack stance, several light green particle beams mixed with 40mm rapid-fire cannon shells shot from below, instantly transforming the three machines into three flashing orange lights.

"Follow me, we're going to clear the way for the armored transport ship."

Li Chengxi's voice came from the communicator, and Hall quickly operated the Silver Cyclone to catch up with the repainted machine, which was now a flashy white body.

If the battle is in the empty void, there is no clear advantage or disadvantage between magic mecha and space fighter. However, on the surface of a fortress modified based on a huge celestial body, the space fighter is far inferior to the magic mecha.

After all, for space fighters, speed is life, and magic mechas can easily ambush in the shadow roads formed by the complex natural environment, aiming their weapons at any space fighters passing by.

Moreover, the mass transfer system and attitude control nozzles of the magic mecha can bring unparalleled flexibility to space fighters, and handheld weapons can provide a larger firepower coverage area than fixed weapons.

This feature allowed Li Chengxi and Hall to ambush three waves of enemy planes that tried to outflank them, as easy as shooting at a flying saucer with a shotgun.

The main forces of the friendly forces were basically fighting with the enemy fighter planes, and a large amount of anti-aircraft fire was sweeping back and forth in that star field.

Although Li Chengxi is not afraid of this chaotic battlefield, there is an easy way to win, so why should I go and cause trouble for myself?

The two of them crawled into a cracked corner of the space fortress Ilsha. The huge mountain range seemed like countless tentacles reaching out to you in the darkness. You could only judge your posture by the navigation lights on the body and a small amount of light.

Hall was just following Li Chengxi in flight. This narrow and complex terrain was much more difficult than traveling through the meteorite belt, especially when there was no searchlight and no starlight, it was almost completely dark.

I don’t know how Li Chengxi found the way, but he did find it, and very accurately.

"Another three-plane formation. Slow down and watch your head."

The two men slowed down, used an oversized rock as cover, and held on to it to raise their heads.

There was a battlecruiser in the three-plane formation this time, whose firepower and protection far exceeded those of the space fighter, but under the stranglehold of the 40mm rapid-fire cannon and beam rocket launcher, it quickly became space garbage.

Hall threw away the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. At this time, Li Chengxi waved at her:
"We're close."

This time the two did not start the engine, but maintained a low speed, almost sticking to the rock surface, and in the end they were just about crawling.

Finally, when the two men emerged from a V-shaped stone, they saw a light green membrane airlock not far away. Space fighters were being launched by electromagnetic catapults, and some damaged space fighters were returning crookedly.

"Where is the armored transport ship?"

Hall switched to the friendly channel and quickly replied:
"Five minutes to go."

"Just in time, come with me, let's clear the door first."

There were more than thirty space fighters circling nearby waiting for formation. If Hall was alone, she would not charge in head-on no matter what.

But what Li Chengxi said was very convincing...

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One of the space fighter ejection ports in the space fortress Ilshan.

The staff here are busy, everyone has an anxious and uneasy expression on their face, but their movements are very efficient.

They sent the damaged fighters for repair, delivered mineral water and diapers to the pilots, and quickly resupplied the fighters with carts carrying ammunition and liquid magic power.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a space fighter ignored air traffic control rules and flew directly into the membrane airlock, crashing into the electromagnetic catapult track. The staff immediately terminated the ejection procedure, and the ground crew rushed over with fire extinguishers and demolition tools, because the sparks from the space fighter landing seemed to have ignited something, and flames nearly three or four meters high had already shot up from the tail of the entire fighter.

In a microgravity environment, the fire-extinguishing foam is like a bunch of water balls of different sizes, which require extremely high pressure to spray onto the fire point. The breaking tools were used to quickly open the cabin door and drag out the unconscious pilot inside.

"Isn't this Ian?"

Someone on the ground crew saw the pilot's face and exclaimed:
"He just attacked thirty seconds ago!"

The ground crew took another look at the tail of the fighter plane, and the number was a little blurred by the flames, to confirm that he was not mistaken.

This sentence gave everyone a shock. The space fighter that had just launched an attack was shot down and fell back immediately. This meant that the enemy was very close to them.

Almost at the same time, a shrill evacuation alarm sounded at the busy attack port. Everyone put down their work, and even the pilot who had just boarded the space fighter jumped out of the cabin and rushed to the exit.

But they were still too late.

An eighteen-meter-tall, white humanoid mecha passed through the light green membrane airlock, and the fear of the giant reached its peak at this moment.

He aimed the rocket launcher he was carrying at the evacuating crowd and his mechanical finger pulled the trigger.

A 380mm caliber rocket flew out, and when it flew over the ejection track and was about to hit the wall, it suddenly exploded in mid-air.

"Lie down!"

Someone was shouting a warning, but no one knew how much could be heard amid the horrific explosion.

The large number of steel balls hidden in the exploding rocket broke apart instantly, scattering like an umbrella, covering most of the hangar in an instant.

The space fighters that had not yet taken off, the ammunition and liquid magic barrels parked by the wall, and the scattered crowd were all hit by the steel balls.

The fighter plane was on fire, the ammunition exploded, and the people were hit. It was basically shattered and could not be put back together.

380mm diffusion rocket, this is a close-range anti-aircraft weapon. The umbrella-shaped scattered steel balls can cover a very large area. Firing this rocket can make the bazooka temporarily perform the function of a shotgun. It is one of several different types of ammunition contained inside.

Again, all anti-aircraft weapons are extremely effective against humans. The people who were hit looked like the ground was covered with a layer of sticky ketchup, and their original appearance could not be seen at all.

Then the head beam Balkan cannon opened fire, and the head of the humanoid mecha turned left and right to sweep away any fish that had escaped the net.

"The remaining enemy aircraft have been dealt with."

At this time, Silver Tornado also passed through the airlock and fired the 40mm rapid-fire cannon in its hand at the space fighters that were not yet dead and might still pose a threat. In an instant, the sounds of screams and explosions continued to echo in the hangar.

"Call the armored transport ship over, we have almost finished the cleanup here."

Hall immediately sent out the signal, and a warship that was larger than the assault landing ship but much smaller than the cruise ship approached the airlock. From the opened rear hatch, a large number of personnel landing craft started up, passed through the airlock and found empty spaces to dock.

A large group of soldiers, armed to the teeth, jumped out of the hatch and joined the firing sequence.

"This is the Seventh Assault Landing Squadron. Thank you for your support. Leave the rest to us."

Hearing the voices of his teammates on the communicator, Hall knew that they needed to rush to the next airlock and repeat the above operations.

(End of this chapter)