Chapter 377: Battle with the Autobots Again 10

"Missed!"

Chromia paused, her expression grave.

She truly did not possess Elita One's combat talent, nor did she have Arcee's superpowers, but the reason Chromia was able to become one of the leaders of the female Autobots, while also gaining the recognition of numerous Advanced Warriors and leaders, was that beyond her never-say-die personality, the most important reason was actually that Chromia was one of the Autobots' most excellent Scientists.

That's right, from the Small Laser Defense Cannon, Engine Beam Gun, and Optical Reconnaissance System she equipped herself with, all the way to the weapons of many Autobot Warriors, they all came from Chromia's hands.

Back then, to compensate for the fact that her Spark was far less powerful than those of male Autobot Warriors, she had modified her own chassis; she had implanted a set of Microwave Sensors she designed herself into her head, which could keenly capture very slight vibrations and sounds within several kilometers.

Just now, it was precisely this set of Microwave Sensors that allowed her to discover the drone in the sky.

But it was also out of trust in the weapons she equipped that she only fired one shot after locking onto the target.

Chromia had originally thought that what discovered them was that kind of reconnaissance device made by Earthlings called a drone, but she missed, and immediately reacted.

"Is it a Terrain Detector equipped by a Decepticon Advanced Warrior... this is troublesome..."

That reconnaissance device shaped like a drone, under normal circumstances, would be impossible to escape the shot of her Engine Beam Gun, unless the opponent made an evasive reaction the instant she raised her hand to prepare to fire.

But this kind of processing efficiency and reaction was absolutely not something that could be achieved by manual control.

Back then, out of a Scientist's rigorous instinct, Chromia had investigated the United States' bottom line the very first moment she arrived on Earth.

Ironhide and the others had all reacted, and in unison, they drew their weapons to keep a careful watch.

"Chromia... report the position..."

That strange cigar had long since been thrown away somewhere; Ironhide held a Grenade Launcher in both hands and asked in a gruff, fierce voice.

"It ran..." Chromia shook her head, looking gravely at the sky where the drone had disappeared, "It looks like a Decepticon Terrain Detector... it seems we came to the right place this trip..."

"Hmph!"

Ironhide snorted, corrected his direction following her gaze, and then transformed back into his vehicle form, "Being able to confirm those disgusting bugs are hiding here is enough, let's go!"

After speaking, his engine let out a roar like a growl, and he took the lead, chasing in the direction where the drone had disappeared.

Sideswipe waved his Triangular Blade in the air, spinning it; this was one of his favorite moves.

But now, having just performed it, he couldn't help but recall his own Triangular Blade lost in 'Saguache County'.

His expression turned gloomy, and he coolly retracted the only remaining Triangular Blade into his chassis, then immediately transformed back into his sports car form to chase after them, quickly surpassing Ironhide to reach the front.

"Hey..."

Chromia hadn't even finished her warning before she realized these two hotheads had already run far away.

However, she also knew that the Decepticon Leader Megatron had died in Las Vegas not long ago, and figuring that there were likely only a few small cats left among the Decepticons on Earth, she couldn't help but relax her vigilance.

She spread her hands toward Skids, who was still scratching his head and looking at her from the side: "Let's follow them too, Skids!"

"Alright, Big Sister!"

The twin brothers had once provoked the female Autobots, only to be dealt with by Chromia alone, and were even forced to assist her in researching chassis modifications for a period of time.

It is estimated that they were tormented enough during that time; afterwards, even in front of Elite Warriors like Ironhide and Sideswipe, the twins, who dared to chatter and talk trash, were very quiet in front of Chromia.

Chromia smiled slightly, leaped, and transformed into a rose-blue motorcycle in mid-air, quickly chasing after Ironhide and the others.

She was an Autobot known for her speed, and not long after, she caught up to Ironhide and the others, rushing to the very front.

The terrain of the Extreme Northern Ice Plains was very complex; the endless white concealed too many things, such as rocks, wooden stakes, and rivers, and driving on the snow even affected the speed of the Autobots significantly.

The human buildings, highways, and railways that could be seen from time to time along the way confirmed to Ironhide and the others that they had not chased in the wrong direction.

However, after the team had traveled over a hundred kilometers, Chromia, who was charging at the very front and responsible for scouting, suddenly slammed on the brakes, carving a perfect arc on the snow-covered highway.

The moment she came to a steady stop, she rolled on the snow, landed next to a large tree on the side of the highway, transformed back into her combat form, and looked at the sky with a grave expression.

"Whoosh..."

More than twenty Russian military aircraft, arranged in a standard combat patrol formation, whistled as they sped over from the distance, leaving long white tails stretching for over ten kilometers in the sky.

"Six Su-25s, 12 Su-27-SM2s... hmm, and 8 MiG-29S*MTs..."

As a semi-weapons expert, Chromia had some understanding of the weapons manufactured by Earthlings; just from one glance, she identified all the models of those fighter jets in the sky by comparing them with the data she had once seen.

The fighter formation, accompanied by a whistling sound, soon arrived above her.

Chromia patiently hid in the woods by the highway, carefully concealing herself; most Autobots respected life and the civilizations of others, especially since the Autobot Leader Optimus Prime had issued an order after they arrived on Earth not to interfere with or provoke conflicts between Autobots and humans.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Chromia and the others were unwilling to have a conflict with the Russian military.

This would not only expose the existence of the Autobots, but would also affect the fragile alliance between the Autobots and the United States, because the Americans were absolutely unwilling to be easily dragged into a direct conflict with another nuclear-armed country.

"It should just be a normal patrol..."

Chromia's Core stirred uneasily; although she muttered to herself, her expression became increasingly heavy.

She had already discovered that this batch of fighter jets was constantly changing combat formations, and their flight altitude was too low—actually less than three thousand meters.

Soon, her unease was verified.

Chromia received an unencrypted radio wave, and she subconsciously chose to translate the Russian, obtaining a stern threat: "Warning, unknown intruders, this is Russian territory, immediately withdraw north from Russian territory, otherwise we will forcibly expel you!"

"Repeat, unknown intruders, this is Russian territory. Immediately withdraw north from Russian territory, otherwise we will forcibly expel you!"

"Damn it, we've been discovered!"

Ironhide's irritable voice rang out quickly; Sideswipe and Skids had all arrived at Chromia's location, and none of them looked good.

High in the sky, more than twenty Russian fighter jets were circling above them, and dozens of fire-control radars were constantly scanning the surroundings, attempting to lock onto them precisely.

Although after entering the woods by the highway, Skids relied on his small chassis to shake off the illumination, Ironhide and Sideswipe were not so easy to shake off; both of them had at least several fighter jets locked onto them.

This feeling of being caught by the owner while acting like a thief was not a comfortable thing.

Sideswipe, who had already transformed back into his combat form, summoned his Triangular Blade, looked up, and stared fixedly at the two Russian fighter jets in the sky that were constantly illuminating him with fire-control radar, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent.

"Has the intelligence leaked?"

He asked in a cold voice, the Triangular Blade in his hand rubbing lightly against the trunk of a tall birch tree nearby; without using force, thin ice and bark fell off continuously.

"No, it should be that we were discovered by the Decepticons!"

Chromia had already confirmed that her previous feeling was not wrong.

Those very regular electromagnetic waves they felt shortly after landing in Russia should have come from a type of reconnaissance equipment specifically used to identify Autobots.

Ironhide raised the Laser Cannon in his other hand; being short-tempered, he had never been fond of the cooperation plan with humans proposed by the Leader, believing humans to be too greedy and never trusting them.

He didn't even like the Americans, with whom he had been dealing for over half a year, so naturally, he had no qualms about the Russians.

He immediately raised his weapon, aiming the muzzle at a military aircraft above that kept shining its lights on him, as if he were about to fire.

"No... Sub-Lieutenant..."

Chromia hurriedly pressed down on his hand and shook her head at him, "This is Earth, Sub-Lieutenant... Do you remember the Leader's instructions before we came? We must try our best to avoid conflict with this human nation..."

"Mia..."

Ironhide called out her nickname irritably, "Of course I remember... But right now, we have fallen into a Decepticon trap... Damn it, these dark, slithering insects, they have actually joined forces with humans..."

As an Autobot Warrior who had experienced two civil wars and followed three Autobot Leaders, his rich experience gave him a wisdom that belied his short-tempered appearance.

Even though the information he possessed was very limited, after some thought, Ironhide realized the problem.

Brake's eyes rolled; being a chatterbox, he wanted to interject and say, isn't that the same as us?

But seeing Chromia right there, he shrank his head and hid back behind the tree.

"Captain... what should we do now..."

Sideswipe asked in a low voice.

Even though they had been exposed, they were not afraid of the Russian fighter jets above.

Nest had once cooperated with the U. S. military for many training exercises, and most human weapons posed no threat to them.

There were few things that could threaten them, such as High-Explosive Bombs, large-caliber Rockets, high-powered Missiles, or nuclear weapons, etc., which even their ally, the United States, would not easily use.

Moreover, being able to hurt them and being able to kill them were two completely different concepts; if they wanted to withdraw, there was no force on Earth that could stop them.

It was precisely this confidence that made Sideswipe, who had just remembered his lost Triangular Blade and was burning with anger, eager to try.

Recently, they hadn't detected any traces of the Decepticons for a while, and because he hadn't fought in so long, he felt like he was rusting.

Chromia: "Calm down, Sub-Lieutenant, Sideswipe... The Leader once instructed that if we are discovered by a human nation, we must evacuate immediately... and then rearrange the plan..."

She was still trying to persuade the short-tempered Ironhide and the battle-hungry Sideswipe, but she ignored the fact that the opponent they were encountering this time was equally short-tempered.

"... Last warning, intruders, you have thirty seconds to choose to withdraw north from Russian territory immediately... I repeat, if we do not see you withdraw within thirty seconds, we will forcibly expel you!"

The radio warning from the Russian fighter jets was already full of impatience, and once the warning time ended, they found that the intruders hiding below had still not taken any action to withdraw from Russia.

These Russian naval aviation soldiers stationed in Severodvinsk, who had experienced one Decepticon invasion, were thoroughly enraged.

They closed the public radio frequency and entered an encrypted communication channel.

Combat orders were issued one after another in an orderly fashion.

"... All members of Team 4072, attention, two rounds of air-to-ground Missiles, suppressive fire..."

"... Authorize Team 1326 to lower flight altitude and attempt to launch ten Incendiary Bombs; let us see if these iron-skinned monsters can handle it..."

"... I have entered the designated position, fire-control radar locked on target, preparing to launch Rockets... Wingman, pay attention to providing cover for me..."

One has to admit that after the dozen years of agony following the dissolution of the Soviet Union, with the rise of the iron-fisted President Vladimir, the massive military machine of the Red Empire, which once intimidated the whole world, had regained its combat capability.

The Russian naval aviation soldiers were of high quality, and after arranging their formations and Tasks in a very short time, the battle began.

"Whoosh..."

The first to fire the first shot were six Su-25 attack aircraft; this was a subsonic close-air support attack aircraft developed by the Sukhoi Design Bureau. Although technically surpassed by the multi-role fighter jets currently valued by various countries for their ability to increase air-to-air and air-to-ground capabilities by carrying various Missiles, it still had its advantages.

With a simple structure and ease of operation and maintenance, the Su-25 was very suitable for direct low-altitude close-air support and bombing operations in various harsh environments.

The Russians seemed to want to take this opportunity to test the weaknesses of these Mechanical Life forms that claimed to be from the planet Cybertron. They did not listen to Sun Cheng's temptation to use Electromagnetic Pulse Bombs directly, but instead first had the six Su-25 fighter jets drop twelve 500kg Incendiary Bombs.

"Boom!"

The Incendiary Bombs exploded the moment they hit the ground, and the flames quickly turned the snow-covered forest below into a sea of fire.

Cheers soon came from the mouth of a young Su-25 fighter pilot, which also slightly eased the tension of the others.

Unfortunately, they would soon be disappointed.

"This is... war..."

Accompanied by a roar, in the sea of fire below, a hulking, pitch-black mechanical Warrior growled and pushed over a large tree that was blocking him.

Then he raised the Laser Cannon in his hand, aimed it at a low-flying Su-25 fighter jet in the air, and gave a cold smile.

The next moment, a blinding ball of light, as if surrounded by dancing lightning, shot out from the muzzle in his hand, reaching the front of that fighter jet almost in the next second.

"Bang!"

The Laser beam seemed to pierce directly through the surface armor of the Su-25, hitting the fighter's ammunition depot.

After a piercing explosion sounded in the air, the fighter jet disintegrated in mid-air, and fragments flew everywhere.