As large numbers of Star Space Marines launched a fierce assault on the spaceport and fortress, dozens of fighters and hundreds of Intelligent Wingmen began bombing Dokra Forge World.
Like arrows loosed from the bow, the fighters plunged straight into Dokra Forge World. They swiftly locked onto their targets and unleashed wave after wave of savage bombardment against its vital defensive installations.
Amid deafening booms, key defensive positions across Dokra Forge World collapsed one after another beneath the fighters' relentless bombardment, reduced to ruins.
Yet whenever the aerospace combat formation tried to approach the massive orbital defense platforms, it met stubborn resistance from the platforms' dense and extraordinarily powerful firepower systems.
Dazzling laser beams and devastating missiles wove together into a terrifying net of death, making it impossible for the fighter formation to break through this impregnable line of defense.
Much less approach the orbital defense platforms to deploy teleport beacons and allow the Space Marines to seize them.
As the fierce battle raged, a Dreadnought pilot who had been closely monitoring the situation from the rear shouted urgently to the Aerospace Fighter pilot over the communications channel:
"Stop trying to get close to the orbital defense platforms. Let me drop directly!"
The Aerospace Fighter pilot could not help hesitating when he heard this.
"We're still several hundred meters above the ground. Are you sure you want to drop straight down? Isn't that too dangerous?"
The Aerospace Fighter pilot frowned as he looked at the several hundred meters still separating the fighter from the ground, silently wondering whether this was too reckless.
The Dreadnought pilot said dismissively, "It's only a few hundred meters. With the Earth Dreadnought's toughness, this height is nothing."
Watching the orbital defense platforms continue their attacks on the fleet, the Aerospace Fighter pilot finally gritted his