The catapult bays were a fighter-launch technology more advanced than that of the Alvin Civilization. Using jets of soft airflow, they propelled fighters to maximum speed in an instant, completely eliminating the need for a runway. Not only did this save the space required to build runways, but it also allowed for the fastest possible response in the event of a sudden attack!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." One hundred deep-blue bombers shot continuously from the catapult bays like arrows, escorted by twenty yellow fighters. Once in space, the first bombers launched immediately slowed down, allowing the later bombers to catch up and form a bombing formation. Then, under a unified command, they charged at high speed toward the meteor swarm!
As the saying went, if you walked by the river often enough, your shoes were bound to get wet. For soldiers and civilians long accustomed to life in space, meteor strikes were as natural as rain falling from the sky for those living on the ground. Thus, even the pilots deployed with the fleet were not overly worried. In their eyes, no matter how large the incoming meteors were, two Doomsday Bombs would be enough to solve everything!
Of course, not everyone was distracted solely by the meteors before them. Qiao Si, commander of the Gask Fifth Fleet stationed at the outer-space starport of the Gask Civilization, stood in the command room with his brow tightly furrowed.
"According to the reports from the five reconnaissance craft, not only is this meteor swarm extremely numerous, but the meteors are also enormous. The radar detection equipment positioned ten thousand kilometers away should not have failed to react at all..."
Beside him, Abel, the person in charge of the Bohnse Starfield starport, smiled and said casually, "Lord Qiao Si, when it comes to marching