Chapter 2071

Silver gray, twinkling with light, the sovelins were approaching quickly.

They have round heads, round heads, and are about one fifth the size of a swallow. They are extremely fast and flexible.

Luke said on the convoy's communications channel, "572 in all. How about a game, rockets?"

The rocket adjusted the gun to high-speed continuous firing mode, and the energy system began to buzz and pre charge: "no problem, my gun is starving!"

Luke chose the lowest firing mode, and the six barrels of the gun slowly turned: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go!"

At the end of the voice, a series of energy beams appeared from the muzzle of one man and one bear, and splashed brilliant yellow light bullets in the starry sky, and flew to the sovelin fighters in the rear.

The six tube energy Gatling is also one of the mainstream transcendental saints in the universe. It has the advantage of fast heat dissipation, which is very practical.

The reason why raccoons don't use much before is that they don't have high-quality energy.

I had a good time with Luke these days, so I took out the steel titanium battery.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosions lit up in the approaching sovellin fighters, and the fragments of the blasted fighter plane collided with nearby fighters for the first time, causing a little confusion.

The sovelin fleet immediately widened the gap and continued to pounce.

Anyway, these are drones, and this battle is just a space plane war game for the sovellins.

The rocket burst into laughter, and the firing button was not released. It drowned a small elliptical fighter with a dense shower of light bullets. It also madly yelled, "come on, the stinky blue pool of soveling! I'll kill you. I'll kill you

Luke is much more low-key.

The muzzle of the gun spewed a third of the speed of fire of a raccoon, with a rhythm of biubiu BIU.

The difference is efficiency.

Only when the rocket shoots dozens of energy bombs a second can it hit one or two fighters.

Luke can hit at most two rounds and twelve shots a second, but he must hit two fighters.

The fighter plane that he is staring at will fall into the "encirclement and suppression" campaign of light bullets. No matter how it moves, it will "happen" to collide and explode.

The combination of battle hardened super archery and primary precision is equally effective even in this cosmic battlefield.

It's also because the two sides are so far away that Luke has to use a set of light bullets to keep his hit rate.

Once the other fighter continues to approach, he will need less ammunition to hit one.

It's not surprising.

Even with the suppression of Luke and rocket fire, the sovelin fighters still rely on the number advantage to press to the appropriate firing distance.

The same bright yellow light from the back also came, and the number was increasing.

Quell had no time to drive smoothly, and the spacecraft began to move up and down in the starry sky, and kept rolling and spinning, trying to avoid the gathering fire of the barrage behind.

Luke is OK. He is supported by armor. His feet are attached to the deck. He is still stable and fires constantly.

Unfortunately for the rocket, it was tossed and shaken, with a series of curses: "quill, are you trying to throw me out? Damn it, I'm going to put my gun in the back of your head. "

Quill roared back. "I'm trying to keep them from blowing your dog's head."

Rocket: "go!"

For a moment, the two sides were twisting around in the starry sky, and they were all in one.

On average, the swallows would be hit by one or two energy bombs in one or two seconds, and the sovelin fighters behind would burst out with a burst of light.

The unsteadiness of the rocket could hardly fire, which was the result of Luke's battle.

In fact, he's feeling like a sovellin in a remote-controlled fighter.

It's just that the sovelins play the game of fighter, and they play the game of shooting.

Moreover, as the sovellin fighters approach, the energy bomb's flying time in the starry sky decreases, and Luke's hit speed is also gradually improved.

In addition, the sovelins don't care about drones, so many people subconsciously gather after firing, making it easier to hit.

Three or four rounds of power Gatling can break a fight.

Luke specially made the red numbers in the upper right corner of the virtual light screen constantly flipped, which made him feel almost the same as the score on the arcade.

In a distant sovellin flagship, a group of golden skinned sovellins sit on rows of mock fighter remote controls.

On the screen in front of most of the people, there are flying swallows and two neurotics in the rear cabin door.

But dozens of remote control screens turned reddish, and there were no images to show that the fighters they were driving were also hit.

These people who have been knocked down can only stand behind their companions who have not been knocked down. Watch and refuel.

Jamming the battle? It doesn't exist. There won't be casualties anyway.

For them, it's really just a game.It's not good to chase down the Galactic guard.

The guard team itself is a group of poor ghosts, and will not get material benefits.

They are not vicious bandits, and killing them can not deter other criminals.

The escort team is still a slippery and difficult target to catch. It pays a lot of energy to retaliate, just for breath, which is really It's very much in line with the sauverine temperament.

This race, live is a face.

For all but the powerful race and the bigwigs, the sovellins were aristocratic.

However, the sovelins are very rich, and the universe is ahead of them. There are not many people who insist on fighting against them.

That is to say, the guy who has a tendency to die in rocket's character will not be able to tease sauverine.

at one time as like as two peas in the game hall, the four voices of the house were called for. The other was the ones who helped me to make a decision. I was able to do the same thing with me.

But after a few minutes, the content of the shouts and conversations gradually unified: "Damn, where did that black and white skull face come from?"

"Why did he shoot so well?"

"Ah, I've been beaten up, too."

"Ah, ah, ah, I dodged. Why is the fighter still broken?"

On the swallow, quill also noticed the change: "Wow, guys, well done, they've lost more than half of their firepower! We can stick to the transition window. "

The rocket can't help but ask: "big spoon, what are your shooting tips? Tell me about it."

Luke: "talent, you can't teach it."

Quell's pressure was greatly reduced, and immediately began to mock the raccoon: "Wow, has our shooting master learned to flatter? That's great. "

The rocket was furious, and the big gun was a fierce biubu. He still told the truth: "you will play with your two broken pistols! We'll change it. "

Quail: OK, come on

Rocket: "come on, you can come at once."

Kamila can only appear to suppress the two childish Ghosts: "well, there are so many fighters behind us to kill us!"