Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 718: Stirring a hornet’s nest
The orange light of the explosion would occasionally appear in the cockpit, and Hall knew that every flash represented the disappearance of a teammate.

Although I am not familiar with these teammates and can only be considered colleagues, I can't help but feel a sense of grief for them.

That shuttle wasn't fast, it was just too cunning.

It was as if it had a perspective hack, able to predict in advance where the enemy would appear. It looked as if it was using a fighter plane to ram the ion beam shot by the opponent.

This ability to grasp space is too terrifying, and coupled with precise operation, the hunter becomes the prey.

I thought it was the Falcon Squadron that was not good enough, and as long as I was careful, there would be no problem. Hall was still thinking things were simple.

What's more terrifying is that a new question emerged in Hall's mind.

The opponent can achieve such a record by driving a shuttle whose performance is not even comparable to that of a military space fighter. If he is given a space fighter, how terrifying would that be?

This reminded Hall of the aces he had watched in the military when he joined the army.

The kill counts of many aces exceeded one hundred, and at that time she thought that they were aces forcibly created by the military to gild their reputation.

But now it seems that the army's ace achievements are not only not exaggerated, but even modest.

There really are such scary guys.

But Hall would not give up.

The war was almost over when she joined the army. After completing her training, she only went on a few missions, let alone participated in any truly brutal large-scale air battles.

She believed that with her own abilities, if she had the opportunity to achieve something, she would definitely not be worse than those aces.

With his right hand tightly gripping the joystick, his eyes kept searching for the flash of engine light in front of the cockpit, and his left hand was tapping on the avionics controller.

They had escaped from the star ring and the environment that was prone to ambush, although it had come at the cost of four lives.

Is it worth it for half of a squadron to sacrifice themselves?
Hall would answer without hesitation, it is worth it.

This shuttle would become Hall's proudest haul, and when someone asked her if she had any stories worth sharing, this battle would be something she could brag about for the rest of her life.

After leaving the star ring, the shuttle lost the cover of the meteorites, and Hall's squadron was reorganized, leaving the enemy with no chance to take advantage.

Bit it!
Moving the joystick, Hall kept a firm grip on the shuttle that was jumping up and down. It was interfering with the flight and trying to interfere with the aiming.

The teammates' machine guns opened fire, but they were unable to hit the nimble shuttle.

Hall slowed her breathing, knowing that blind shooting would be like sprinkling water and would not work.

She needed a window, just a fleeting window to shoot, that was enough.

And this opportunity immediately appeared before her.

I don’t know if it was an operational error, but the shuttle maintained straight flight for three seconds after avoiding the fire from Hall’s teammates.

The hatch on Hall's fighter opened and the built-in ion cannon fired out.

The firepower of the machine gun is not very effective against shuttles with stronger shields. One or two hits will only reduce the shield energy. However, the ion cannon can penetrate the shuttle's shield with one shot.

The only small problem is that the ion cannon cannot fire continuously, and the trajectory will be deviated if it flies too far, so you either have to shoot extremely accurately, or...

shorten the distance!

The powerful engine of the space fighter is far beyond that of the shuttle. Hall held on to the six o'clock direction of the shuttle tightly.

It's now!

When the distance was close enough to allow a 100% hit rate, Hall realized that this was an excellent attack window, and his finger had already touched the red fire button on the joystick.

However, just before she pressed the button, the two engines on the left side of the shuttle suddenly shut down, as if they had been shut down directly from full power. Out of fuel?

Mechanical failure?

Operational error?

No, it's a trap!
Hall immediately pulled the trigger, and a blue-white ion beam was fired as the machine body shook slightly.

She saw with her own eyes that the shuttle whose engine had failed suddenly drifted 90 degrees and turned around, and the beam of the ion cannon flew past the opponent's engine light.

Not only that, when the engine on one side is turned off, the thrust on the other side is naturally very strong, and the shuttle spins like a gyroscope.

The moment the nose of the plane turned towards the Echo Squadron, two ion beams quickly enlarged in front of Hall's eyes, flying past her cockpit, and at the same time, accompanied by vibrations, a flash of orange fire was reflected on the cockpit.

The space fighter was flying at high speed, while the shuttle was spinning. The speed difference between the two sides meant that they could pass each other in an instant.

At the same time as being overtaken by the space fighter, Hall used the rearview mirror to see that the engine on the other side of the spinning shuttle was turned on, and it just shook for a moment before returning to normal level flight.

Now, Hall, who was biting the shuttle at six o'clock, was bitten by the shuttle instead.

At that moment, Hall seemed to have a kaleidoscope of memories in her mind. She saw the lights of the two ion cannons hidden in the bottom of the shuttle light up, saw the opponent's variable wings quickly merge to enhance stability, and even saw Alyssa wearing a void protective suit in the driver's seat, but for some reason, she looked like she was unconscious.

As long as the shuttle's ion beam is launched, he will become an insignificant number in the opponent's record.

However, at the moment of firing, the shuttle suddenly stopped firing and turned around to fly downwards.

The next moment, a row of machine gun tracer bullets chased it away, and Hall realized that he had been rescued by friendly forces.

She was so close to death that Hall seemed to have smelled the stench of decaying corpses, but one thought can lead to life and one thought can lead to death. This time, luck was on her side.

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Alyssa felt like she was dreaming. Carlos suddenly betrayed her, and the shuttle she was on not only had an organic soul, but was also extremely powerful.

It was not until a series of orange flashes appeared on Alyssa's eyelids that she woke up from a brief fainting and realized that it was not a dream.

She felt as if her head had been hit by a sledgehammer. She touched her scalp and found a bulge. It must have been caused by hitting the corner of the seat when she was unconscious.

"What's the situation now?"

Alyssa asked, holding her forehead, looking down at the radar display, and suddenly became excited.

"Honestly, what is going on? How can there be such a large fleet of aircraft?!"

"Are you awake? You might as well continue sleeping."

The radar showed that dense triangular light spots almost filled the radar display.

No matter how you look at it, there must be hundreds of space fighters, and they are approaching rapidly.

"It's hard to explain in a few words. Anyway, I killed quite a few of them, but they were like rats, sending out quite a few more."

"Quite a few?"

Alyssa held back her complaints, but in the end she didn’t say anything.

"Your machine soul is too abnormal!"

"I say it again, I am not a machine spirit!"

Li Chengxi, who was holding the handle, was also a little speechless. Is there something wrong with this girl's brain? Why can't she understand what people are saying?

(End of this chapter)