Volume 16 Tower of Babel Chapter 812 No Reinforcements
Just when Yeager's plane was less than a hundred meters away from the Fallen Angel's mass-produced mecha and was about to collide with it in the next moment, Yeager pulled the ejection lever in the cockpit.
Driven by the pre-loaded explosives and the jet thrusters, the seat under Yeager was instantly ejected from the cockpit along with him. He lowered his head and looked down - he originally wanted to see the mysterious mecha that killed Hans being destroyed by his own plane, but just when the nose of the Raven-class was about to hit this mecha, the armor-piercing sword that the opponent had thrown out circled in mid-air and flew back, just piercing the fuselage of the Raven-class from bottom to top.
If Yeager had not ejected, he would have become a pile of minced meat mixed with scrap metal.
The Raven-class fighter failed to directly hit the Fallen Angel's mecha, but exploded with a loud bang when it was still two meters away from the Fallen Angel!
A faint light curtain appeared on the surface of the Fallen Angel mecha. With the recoil force of the explosion, it suddenly opened up a distance of hundreds of meters, caught the flying armor-piercing sword, turned around and chopped down a Wyvern-class fighter that came to support it.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Yeager cursed angrily. He knew that this kind of mecha must be equipped with an energy shield, so it would be difficult to cause substantial damage to it by relying on the fighter's long-range attack methods. The only way to kill the opponent is to crash into it, relying on the fighter's own mass and volume to forcibly penetrate the shield and die together with the opponent!
But his plane was detonated prematurely by the armor-piercing sword that flew back. Although the explosion at this distance was also very lethal, it could not break the energy shield. The mass of the metal fragments was too small. They were vaporized as soon as they touched the surface of the energy shield and could not penetrate the shield at all. As for the shock wave, not only could it not cause damage to the aircraft, but it could also provide the opponent with power for emergency maneuvers in the air...
It's terrible. Everything is terrible.
Yeager pounded the armrest of the ejection seat hard, roaring and crying loudly...but now he was just in impotent rage - having lost his plane, he could no longer avenge Hans, and even whether he could survive the battlefield was still an unknown.
Even if this mysterious black fleet abided by the rules of the battlefield and would not fire at the pilots who had already parachuted, there was almost no safe corner in the airspace filled with stray bullets, explosions and fragments. Before he ejected, Yeager had already seen several parachuting pilots being swept up in the aftermath of the explosion, leaving no trace.
The most correct operation at this time was to adjust the nozzle of the ejection seat, accelerate the descent, and open the parachute after leaving the combat airspace as soon as possible... But Yeager seemed have lost the desire to live. After shouting that he was tired, he leaned back on the chair with lifeless eyes, without performing any operation, and let the ejection seat carry him to the ground in a free fall.
But strangely enough, the artillery shells, lasers and even plasma balls coming and going on the battlefield seemed to have eyes, and all bypassed this man who had lost the will to live. Yeager left the combat airspace unscathed until the seat's altitude sensor sensed that he was about to reach the minimum parachute opening altitude and automatically released the parachute.
It was not until the plane landed on solid ground and the inflated airbag wrapped Yeger up that he came to his senses.
When the filling gas in the airbag was slowly released, Yeager unbuckled his seat belt, stood up in a daze, raised his head and looked at the two fleets that were still in fierce battle in the air.
From time to time, a fighter jet or mecha would be shot down, but these downed vehicles had no chance to land on the ground intact. They would either disintegrate on the spot or be torn to pieces by the aftermath of various explosions. In the end, only sporadic burning debris would fall to the ground.
Yeager was lucky to successfully cross the war zone and land on the ground - he looked around and did not see any other parachuting pilot who had successfully landed on the ground except himself.
"Where on earth did this fleet come from?" Yeager wiped the dust off his face and muttered, "It's been more than ten minutes. Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"
The station of the Zero Fleet, that is, the parking airspace of Yaguna Kotor, is not far from the Ark. When Yeager usually patrols with a fighter jet, if the clouds are relatively thin, the huge Ark in the distance can be seen clearly - the Ark and Yaguna Kotor are originally a layout to watch each other, and no matter which side is attacked, the other side can immediately support it.
But now, the battle has been going on for half an hour, but not even a single reinforcement has arrived.
In half an hour, Yeager was able to fly his plane back and forth between the Ark and Fleet Zero - let alone the guard fleet stationed above the Ark, he didn't even see a reconnaissance plane.
Although the Zero Fleet's external communications had been blocked, there was no need to communicate in this situation. The battle situation here could be discovered by visual observation alone. If that was the case, then why hadn't the reinforcements arrived yet? !
Were they intercepted by the Black Fleet's accomplices ? Or was the Ark also in a tough battle?
Yeager couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this possibility - when he was fighting just now, all his attention was focused on the black fleet, and he didn't pay attention to the situation in the direction of the Ark. But now, he was on the ground and had lost the wide view from the high altitude.
If the Ark is also in crisis at this time...
He didn't dare to think any further.
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Above Noah's Ark, N47 airspace, Guards Fleet.
Behind the porthole of a high-speed support ship, there were seven or eight heads crowded together. Two of them were holding binoculars in their hands, staring intently at the direction of the N45 airspace, while the others were talking at the same time and asking -
"What's the situation now? Is the fighting still going on?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Fleet Zero is not weak. Even though some of its combat power has been withdrawn recently, its foundation is still there!"
"To be honest, I always feel that the order issued by the superiors this time is very strange. If Fleet Zero wants to rebel, why not send agents from the Security Bureau to kill the officers leading the rebellion? I don't believe that without a leader, the people below will dare to continue to rebel... There is no need to send a fleet to fight, right? Even if they can win, the losses on both sides will not be small. So many precious resources will be wasted. Now is a difficult time. Could it be that the people above have been kicked in the head by a donkey--"
"You better stop talking, or you'll die." An officer wearing a lieutenant's collar badge poked the outspoken soldier with his elbow. "Just follow the orders from above. If they tell us to stay put, then we won't move. You're not the one sent to charge into battle, so why are you worrying about it?"
"Okay, okay... But Lieutenant, aren't you curious about the origins of that mysterious black fleet? I've never heard of such a fleet in the Ark's battle sequence before." The soldier asked again.
"There are so many things you haven't heard of." Although the lieutenant was also very curious, he still had to put on airs in front of his subordinates. "Okay, don't gather here to watch the fun. Go do what you need to do."
"Lieutenant, have you forgotten that today's patrol mission has been cancelled? There's nothing the brothers can do right now." A corporal holding a telescope said, "Wait... Wait a minute, guess what I saw?!"
"What is that?" After he said that, not only the soldiers who didn't have telescopes, but even the lieutenant's curiosity was piqued.
"Fallen Angel Mass Production Type! That black fleet is actually equipped with Fallen Angel Mass Production Type, and there are quite a few of them!" Another sergeant holding a telescope said in a deep voice, "Damn it, isn't that thing a direct unit from above? How could it be assigned to this mysterious fleet that appeared out of nowhere?"
After hearing the name of the Fallen Angel mecha, the soldiers around them immediately shouted in a low voice - although the Guards Fleet also did not participate in the battle of the Ancient Bronze City Ruins, there were several soldiers who had retired from the front line on this warship. The unit these soldiers originally belonged to was annihilated in the battle, and the unit number was directly cancelled. The military simply placed them in the Guards Fleet and incorporated them into the Marine Corps on this high-speed support ship.
These people had talked a lot about the mass-produced Fallen Angels that had performed amazingly in the Battle of the Ancient Bronze City Ruins, so much so that when these two soldiers "saw" the Fallen Angel mecha for the first time, they recognized it immediately.
"What's so surprising? In my opinion, this fleet is directly under the command of the higher-ups, so you haven't even heard of it." The lieutenant said, "Maybe there is a secret shipyard on an island in the Central Sea, and all the equipment in it uses Alpha civilization technology... It's just that at our level, we are not qualified to know."
"Even the Fallen Angel mechas have joined the battle... The higher-ups are really spending a lot of money this time." The corporal holding the telescope said, "But this mecha is really strong. It can cut down the fighters of Fleet Zero like cutting melons and vegetables. The blockade that the other side just organized was torn apart in no time... So, if we face this mysterious fleet, what are our chances of winning?"
After hearing this question, the lieutenant was stunned for a moment. After a while, he reacted and kicked the corporal's butt: "What nonsense are you talking about? They are our friendly forces. How can we fight against them?"
"This fleet... is it really our friendly army?" The corporal had just put down his binoculars when they were immediately snatched away by other soldiers. He touched his butt, turned around, and looked at the lieutenant with some worry. "The order we received was only to stay where we are and not to carry out any actions including 'support'... but the order did not mention that the fleet was our friendly army, right?"
"Why are you so stupid? How can an order be written so clearly?" the lieutenant said angrily.
"But...just yesterday, Fleet Zero was still our ally, right?"
"This..." The lieutenant was suddenly speechless. After holding it in for a long time, he stammered, "But...but aren't they planning a rebellion? Since they want to rebel, they are our enemies..."
"Why would Fleet Zero rebel? There's no reason... Although the situation on the Ark is a bit bad now, they can't defeat the other fleets by themselves, and they can't survive on this planet alone! What's more, haven't the heretical sects been wiped out? Even if they want to rebel, there is no force they can turn to, right?"
"Hey... you bastard!" The lieutenant raised his hand in annoyance, but did not lower it. "What's the point of asking these questions? When this matter is over, you will naturally know the reasons... As for now, I suggest you shut up. It doesn't matter if you talk nonsense, but don't cause trouble for others, understand?"
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The core area of the Gray Fog Forest, the Tower of Babel.
Just as Ke Lan was confused and trying to determine the authenticity of the message, a huge holographic projection appeared in front of him without warning. The projection showed the scene of the Black Fleet attacking Fleet Zero.
"Where did this fleet come from?"
There was nothing wrong with Fleet Zero and Aguna Tor in the image, but Ke Lan had no idea where this black fleet came from.
As a member of the Undead Crew, Ke Lan naturally knew the number of troops that the Ark had. Perhaps elite teams like the mass-produced Fallen Angels would be hidden, but a large group like a fleet could not be hidden at all - the manpower and resources required to build an aircraft carrier battleship were astronomical, and with the size of the Ark, such data could not be concealed. Not to mention Ke Lan, any investor who was sensitive to the market could guess what big moves the Ark had made recently based on the changes in the stock market.
Not to mention the distant past, just take the Leviathan incident as an example. Although the Undead Crew had tried their best to block the news and control the price trend of energy crystals, there were still many people who smelled something unusual and concluded that a large-scale energy crystal mining site had been exhausted or an accident had occurred - it's just that the articles or opinions posted by these people were controlled, so the news did not spread further.
"Is this image fake?" Thirty-three could naturally see the image in the projection. "This is Fleet Zero, yes, but which fleet is fighting against them? I see that these warships are obviously built by us, but in my impression, Ark has never had such an 'extra' fleet..."
