Qi Haifeng said, "It’s even more important for the aircraft carrier to stay behind the fighter plane 11 and not put it in the front line!"
"Don’t argue. What did you say?" Long Jianguo stop way
Qi Haifeng tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the finger screen was unusually high. "Steady, steady-"
His finger again point an anxious tone "left …"
Just after saying two words, the words were drowned by another sound, "1,200 kilometers, all units are ready to meet the enemy-"
Bian Ge was startled. "So far?"
"Not far," Yip Han said. "The speed of a fighter plane is at least 20 kilometers per second, and it takes ten seconds to count the speed of aliens in more than a thousand kilometers."
"BianGe a face of shock" this is too fast? Why not earlier? "
"Fighting missiles can hit a maximum of 1000 kilometers, and then the radar is locked." Yip Han said, "It seems nothing to our ears. If you fly … I can guarantee that wherever you see, there are missiles."
"So exaggerated?"
"It’s no exaggeration," Yip Han said. "The missile shells all over the sky are like weaving a huge net, like a fighter jet flying through the net, which may be shattered at any time … It’s hard to imagine how shocking it is until you see it with your own eyes."
"Have you seen it?"
"Yes," Yip Han said, "but not the battlefield."
"No, where is the battlefield?"
"Ship school simulator" Yip Han said, "I will take you to try it in the future …"
At this time, Qi Haifeng’s fingertips just fell on the screen and a voice was hoarse. "Twenty-five regiments received the enemy’s first brigade at nine o’clock, the second brigade at two o’clock, and the third brigade at four o’clock to lure the enemy’s scattered assault brigade to prepare for the dash-"
Finger point and a sound urgent way "a group of left two right three regiment support at any time-"
"Locked locked missile fire-"
Qi Haifeng clicked another audio track, and suddenly an exciting sound "23 I bit it!"
Click on the same frequency, another track, and another tone immediately pops up. "Where’s the missile? 24 Stop chasing the horse and launch the missile!"
"I can do it when the missiles are gone …"
"Enemy planes evade horses …"
There was a sudden muffled hum in the communication, as if under great pressure, and a pilot gnashed his teeth at the same time.
Hum was quickly replaced by excitement. "Captain, I hit him and I killed him!" "
"Good small dry beautiful …"
Bang …
Praise came to an abrupt end, leaving 24 stunned and angry. "Captain-dog day, dog day, your ancestors …"
There’s another boom, and this frequency is silent
Qi Haifeng’s fingers trembled, but he only hesitated for a moment, and then his fingers fell again in a hurry, surprised and angry. "Stop the insect bomb!"
"Intercept missile launch … assault speed assault …"
There was a sigh of relief in the communication. "Mom was almost finished. I rushed to haunt their seventh brigade to see you!"
"You see … what’s ahead …"
"Avoidance evasion … boy luckily didn’t rush in that is acid fog …"
Qi Haifeng’s finger suddenly looked up with a look of surprise. "Received video signal!"
"Where did you come from?"
"I don’t know" Qi Haifeng’s finger tap on the home screen suddenly changed.
The main screen picture is a battlefield prospect, covering most of the battlefields. Our fighter planes are entangled with the alien fleet. You have me, I have you, humans and aliens, and all kinds of missiles are flying all over the sky. Lines, arcs and snakes overlap like a dense net to cover the whole battlefield.
The explosion flames are more dazzling than the holiday fireworks.
As soon as everyone’s eyes fell on the main screen, they were blinded by the chaotic situation. Everyone finally knew what it was like for Yip Han to say that the sky was full of missiles.
Bian Ge’s eyes almost didn’t cramp. "My God, this is a pot of porridge!" Light ears listen to how much there is still some organization. If you look at it with your eyes, you can’t see any organization at all. The battlefield can’t be a mess.
"Look here!" Qi Haifeng suddenly pointed to the bottom of the screen where there was a row of 11-level warships approaching the battlefield.