"General Blue, the entire aerial fighter squadron has been shot down. The aerial fighter squadron has been completely wiped out!" In the command room, the communications officer who had been monitoring the aerial fighter squadron reported loudly.
"I can see that. I don't need you reporting it in front of me." General Blue's handsome face darkened.
One of his elite air force fighter units had been taken out just like that by a fighter jet from who knew where, and his mood abruptly turned grim.
The loss was far too great.
"Activate the anti-aircraft guns on the turrets and shoot that fighter down!" General Blue ordered darkly.
"Yes, the turrets have already been activated and are firing on the enemy fighter." The communications officer immediately relayed General Blue's command.
Soldiers quickly ran up the turrets, activated the anti-aircraft guns, and took aim at He-El's fighter jet.
"He-El, be careful. There are anti-aircraft turrets on the ground, and they're aiming at the fighter!" Bulma watched the surroundings and, seeing the turrets extend their long gun barrels, warned him.
"I see them. Three turrets. Everyone hold on to the handrails and brace yourselves," He-El said. Master Roshi, Yamcha, Puar, and Krillin in the back had just been about to say something when—
The anti-aircraft turrets aimed their barrels at He-El's fighter and opened fire. As shells came streaming out, the fighter followed the arcs of the shells and performed several consecutive three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rolls. Inside the fighter, Master Roshi, Yamcha, Puar, Krillin, and Turtle were tossed about like clothes in a washing machine, spinning endlessly until they were dizzy and nauseous, shrieking in terror.
He-El continuously rolled the fighter to evade the turret shells, then fired three missiles at the turrets. There were exactly three turrets, one missile for each. All three were