For a time, looking at the battlefield in the western part of McLaren Air Force Base, the McLaren Aircraft Group has completely rejuvenated and has begun to gain advantages on the battlefield bit by bit!

Mu He, who was located in the war room, had gradually become gloomy. Under his series of strategies, his advantage was firmly grasped in his hands, but he never dreamed that these uninvited guests would be killed without warning, which was completely beyond Mu He's expectations.

In fact, even if Mu He Shen made a good idea, he could not calculate that there was an army like the Black Commander.

"It's really damn, but I'm just struggling to death. Next I'll take a look at what you have to do!" Mu He murmured to himself, and then issued an order to Cech through a high-encrypted telephone: "Che led your 300 fighter jets to immediately support Wu Shang and Pang Chen, and give the McLaren aircraft group the last blow."

At this moment, Cech was still staying above McLaren Air Base and brutally bombing McLaren Air Base. Looking around, there was no intact building in the entire McLaren Air Base, with broken walls and raging flames everywhere. The black smoke and dust had made the clear sky gloomy.

From time to time, you can also see the ground crews who are standing at McLaren Air Base, but at this moment, they have turned into charred bodies, and the scene is tragic.

After receiving Mu He's order, Cech, who was driving a super-powered fighter, just looked at the dilapidated scene on the ground coldly, and then led a group of Yuezhi aircraft composed of 300 fighter jets, and continued to respond directly to the west of McLaren Air Force Base.

It is not far away from above McLaren Air Base, and it only takes five minutes to navigate the fighter at full speed.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and when he led the group to the western battlefield, his expression moved slightly. Looking around, the entire western battlefield had completely become the tomb of the fighter plane.

The smoke filled the sky, the clear sky became foggy, and thousands of wreckage of fighter planes on the ground were everywhere. Whether it was McLaren or Yuezhi, they had completely entered hand-to-hand combat, as if they were going to fight for the last soldier.

Especially the McLaren aircraft group, it even acted like pulling the Yuezhi aircraft group to the underworld together.

There is no doubt that if the regular army could have such a courage, the seven super groups would have ceased to exist long ago.

In such a scene, even Cech, who has been through many battles, has already felt a hint of palpitations. However, this feeling just flashed through Cech's heart. Then Cech put on a cruel look and gave an order: "The Yuezhi Warriors, rush, kill these ants!"

With Cech's order, three hundred Yuezhi fighters did not retreat, and they all controlled the fighters and rushed straight to the battlefield.

The McLaren pilot, who was constantly strangling in the battlefield, finally gained some advantages and saw hope for victory. However, when he saw Cech and three hundred fighter jets appear, the McLaren pilot's expressions moved in one go, and a grim look flashed in his eyes.

They knew very well that these more than 300 fighter jets could change the situation when both sides fought for the ammunition and food.

Even Yue Peng, who was constantly pursuing Pang Chen, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw such a picture.

At this moment, the Chehe group appeared too fatal.

"Damn it." Yue Peng couldn't help but make such a voice.

On the other hand, a look of pride flashed across Wu Shang and Pang Chen's face, as if he was relieved. With Cech, the soul-level pilot and the 300 Yuezhi fighter jets, they could fully establish a large enough advantage.

"I'm sure to win." Wu Shang couldn't help but make such a voice.

However, just as Wu Shang made such a sound, more than 100 McLaren fighter jets suddenly came out in the southeast of the battlefield.

What they were flying was not the Spear Falcon fighter, but the most primitive Storm-class fighter at McLaren Air Base. Unlike ordinary fighters, the fuselage was already covered with steel balls.

"You are..." Seeing more than 100 fighter jets coming, Yue Peng's expression moved slightly, and he was a little surprised. He had already fought for this moment, and there were still reinforcements?

"Report to the commander, we are pilots of the 11th Air Force Brigade. We are not willing to be captured and join the traitor's team. When we betray McLaren Air Force Base, we will only witness it today. We are warriors." Park Ji, the third squadron leader of the 11th Air Force Brigade, said to Yue Peng, his tone was full of unwillingness and grief.

He wants to avenge the McLaren Air Battle Team!

Then Park Ji did not pause at all, and his eyes showed determination and harshness. Then he turned on the engine afterburner system and rushed straight towards the reinforcement group led by Cech!

"Park Ji, what are you going to do?" Seeing Park Ji's abnormal behavior, Yue Peng asked loudly through the onboard telephone, what he had already felt.

Park Ji did not reply to Yue Peng's words, but looked coldly at the betrayed Renero in the distance, and then shouted through the public channel: "Rinero, today we will wash away your shame!"

Looking at the more than 100 fighter jets in front of him, without evasion or any tactical arrangement, he rushed over straight, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed across Cech's face.

"Intercept them, don't let them get close!" Cech quickly gave such an order.

However, in Park Ji's eyes, such an order was more or less late. In the blink of an eye, Park Ji's fighter jet rushed into the most secret place of the Yuezhi aircraft group, and then directly pressed the missile launch button in the snow in his eyes.

In fact, Park Ji's bullet casing was not installed with a missile, but was full of high-explosive explosives!

Just as Park Ji pressed the missile launch button, the high-explosion explosives detonated. In an instant, Park Ji's fighter jets directly formed an extremely huge fire ball in the sky. The steel balls embedded on the fuselage were scattered like shells under the huge impact force, and it was impossible for the surrounding fighter jets to avoid it.

In an instant, seven or eight Yuezhi fighter jets around the huge explosion fire were directly detonated in the air by sieves made of steel balls.

Suicide strike!

Seeing such a scene, almost everyone, whether it was the McLaren pilot or the Yuezhi pilot, was shocked on the spot. How courage does such a self-destructive attack require? It goes without saying.

"Park Zhi, what are you going to do? There is no need to do this!" Yue Peng's eyes widened and he said in a heart-wrenching voice!

At this moment, Park Ji could no longer respond.

Immediately afterwards, I saw other pilots of McLaren's 11th Air Force Team flying a fighter jet covered with steel balls, rushing straight into the group of Cech's aircraft, and exploded one after another.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of huge light balls were densely packed in the sky, like flowers that washed away shame, blooming in the sky with cruelty and tragedy.

Seeing the remaining pilots of the 11th Air Battle Brigade do such a move, Yue Peng and even the other surviving McLaren pilots all became wet.

And this was just the beginning. Then the pilots of other air combat brigades covered in blood and were already scarred, also flying fighter jets covered with steel balls and rushed into the group of Cech one after another.

The rumbling and explosion sounded one after another at this moment, and the beating of Cech and others caught them off guard.

Suicide attacks have also occurred in Shangneng civilization, but they are indeed extremely rare. What you need to detonate yourself is not ordinary courage.

And this is not Skynet, life is only once, and red screen means death.

In just one minute, all one hundred McLaren fighters exploded and died without hesitation with the enemy planes.

Nothing was left in the sky except smoke!

In contrast, the 300 Yuezhi fighter jets led by Cech ended up being less than twenty, but were all covered in scars. Even Cech's super fighter jets were damaged.

All the people who were paying attention to the battlefield, looking at the 11th Air Battle Brigade and some wounded soldiers using self-destruction to strike the enemy and wash away their own shame, all respected them.

Sones, located in the Tongque Star King Hall, and even other generals, have taken off their general caps and saluted the huge light screen in front of them, to the 11th Air Battle Brigade of McLaren, to the wounded soldiers, and even to the McLaren soldiers who are still fighting or have already died.

At this moment, McLaren Air Battle Team is completely worthy of the word "Iron Blood".

"You are the pride of all the civilized civilizations and all the soldiers." Sones's eyes were redder and he made such a voice, never mentioning King Demeren!

Not only the soldiers of Longlinzi Country, but also Maduro, who was staying in the lounge, saw such a scene through the light screen, the best couldn't help but twitch twice, his face full of shock!

"My God, what kind of army is this?" Maduro couldn't help but sigh.

Standing beside Ali, her fair hands in the depths, gently covered her mouth, and her heart was filled with shock. She had already deeply felt the bloodiness in McLaren pilot's bones, as if she had truly realized the meaning of a soldier.

"As their commander, I must be very proud, right? Even if I die in battle." Maduro then responded: "McLay Air Force Base... is so terrible."

On the other hand, Yue Peng, who was driving the Black Warrior One, looked at the actions of Park Zhi and others, and his eyes turned slightly red, but the suggestions on his face remained unabated at all.
Chapter completed!