"Lark One Call Command Center! Lark One Call Command Center! My radar has locked on to the target! Request to start attacking! Request to start attacking! The fighter pilot, wearing a blackout glass helmet, spoke in the cramped, bumpy cockpit.

His aircraft has a powerful radar system installed on it, which can easily detect targets at a distance of 230 kilometers and open fire from a distance of 100 kilometers.

Because of the speed, his plane was jolting slightly, as if it had been a roller coaster in the clouds.

By the time the fighter has locked on to the target, the computer has directly assigned the target of the attack through the network. Therefore, before the fighter launches the missile, all the targets will not be locked on repeatedly, and there will be no probability event that several missiles will attack one target.

With this system, it is possible to save the missiles carried on the aircraft, and it is also possible to launch multiple missiles at a time and attack the target at the same time to achieve the effect of surprise.

The new intra-atmosphere fighter is a bit more mature than the previous experimental model, and the super technology used is not as crazy. However, this fighter is still a fighter with unnatural performance, and it is simply a veritable air overlord.

The shape of this new fighter is more fluid, and the entire aircraft has a more streamlined design to adapt to the high-speed combat environment of the aircraft.

At the same time, the aircraft also made extensive use of newly developed alloys, reducing weight and increasing strength.

In short, it is now the most powerful weapon in the hands of the Irlanhill Imperial Air Force, and it is known as the existence of the strongest fighter!

Soon, the officer of the air command and dispatch center replied to the pilot's attack application: "Permission to attack!" The attack application was approved! ”

The pilot who got the order did not slack off for a moment, and immediately pressed the intercom and said: "Understood! ”

With that, he picked open the protective cover with his thumb and pressed a red button mounted on the joystick of his right hand.

An air-to-air missile, shaped like a sword, ignited and started its tail engine the moment the pilot pressed the launch button.

Unlike ordinary engines, this missile is faster and has a more sensitive seeker.

It can lock onto any bird in the sky and distinguish the bird's special shape, which will never be thrown off unless it hits the target.

The roar of the engines even drowned out the sound of the aircraft engines, and a precision missile dragged a long white smoke and rushed towards the target a hundred kilometers away.

"I've launched a missile! I've already launched missiles! Lark One is climbing! I've started to climb! ”

"Lark II launches missile!" Pressing the launch button on the joystick, the wingman pilot also calmly pulled his joystick, allowing the plane to continue to climb in altitude.

At this moment, the other fighters following the two planes also began to fire missiles, and after launching the missiles, all the fighters began to climb up, preparing to meet the enemies who had invaded the airspace of the Irlanhill Empire.

Ever since the Air Force had Vivienphobia, they had never been satisfied with their fighters, and it wasn't until the new fighters entered service that the senior commanders of the Air Force began to feel that the weapons in their hands were almost okay.

A hundred kilometers away, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back was sinking like water, and he was driving his aura and flying forward at the fastest speed. Behind him was the Dharma Protector of the Three Hundred Masters, and his combat power was absolutely amazingly strong.

However, in the next second, this swordsman who was the first to charge forward could clearly feel that behind him, the long sword that he was carrying for decades began to tremble slightly.

This was a sign of danger, indicating that the enemy was close by, and with such a warning reminder, he immediately slowed down his speed.

The other middle-aged monk who was flying closely behind him also slowed down and stood beside him: "What's the matter, Senior Brother Li?" ”

"There is a situation...... Something seems to be coming! The middle-aged swordsman at the head immediately replied. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sharp, sword-like thing flying in front of him.

"What's that, flying so fast?" Seeing that, the sword-like thing flying in front of them was less than ten kilometers away from them. The white-clothed swordsman in the second stop frowned and asked.

It was too late, it was too late, and there was already a missile that rushed towards the middle-aged swordsman in front of him.

The white-clothed swordsman with a strong cultivation naturally would not sit still, and the long sword he was carrying behind him immediately unsheathed and rushed over in the face of the incoming missile.

"How could you possibly hit me with such a big weapon?" The white-clothed swordsman had just come up with this ridiculous thought in his mind, watching the missile of the Orchid Hill Empire explode and disintegrate in the air.

Before the white-clothed swordsmen who didn't know how to be good reacted before they could stop, some unlucky ghosts in the front row were baptized by the fragmentation warheads installed on the incoming missiles.

At a distance of more than a dozen meters, or only a few meters, a fragmentation warhead combined with a close-range detonation fuse is simply a perfect means of attack.

Hundreds of balls were accelerated to the extreme by the explosives, sweeping everything around them like knives.

The white-clothed swordsman who was the first to charge forward didn't even have a chance to shout before he was hit through the stomach by the exploding steel ball.

What's even more unfortunate is that because he was close enough, most of the steel balls that flew in other directions also passed through his body.

As if it had been shredded by countless knives, the dashing white clothes became fragmented like this, and the people in white clothes had been dismantled by the air flow and fragments at this moment.

The other targets around them were not much better, they were hit by locked missiles one after another, one by one in disarray, and many of them even gave their precious lives directly.

A young high-ranking swordsman was in a hurry, and immediately flew out of the crowd, climbing rapidly, trying to shake off the terrifying weapons that came at him.

Even, at the moment of breaking away from the crowd, he was still very complacent and praised himself in his mind - you are really a little clever ghost......

As a result, one of the missiles that was about to explode into the crowd exploded, and at the moment of diving, it was rapidly pulled up, as if urging Hades, and exploded in front of the face of a little clever ghost.