Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

The Lightning Flying Squadron, a unit established at the Hades Hive Air Force Airport.

After the Great Purge, it was managed by Commissar Yarrick, in order to prevent the large number of Ork garbage air forces from blowing these precious Imperial Eagles into pieces.

Yarrick had already renovated the hangar and transferred these aircraft.

These Imperial Eagles buried under the heavy explosion-proof armor plates are finally going to walk out of their safe fortress and fly into the blue sky again to serve the Empire.

The servitors, mechanical priests and more crew members maintain these precious air forces. The servitors constantly clean the fuselage, striving to keep it spotless, and load it with powerful ammunition.

The mechanical priests use the data pads in their hands to communicate with the sacred machine souls of these aircraft, and sing the hymns of the machinery with the incense burners in their hands.

"Finally, it's our turn to appear." Randolph silently put on the helmet with a built-in communicator and sat on his beloved Predator bomber.

Predator bomber (data are all in the settings)

This powerful bomber is operated by a pilot, navigator, bombardier and three turret gunners.

This bomber weighing more than 40 tons has an exaggerated wingspan of 24.6m, and its powerful engine can ensure that it can fight at an altitude of m.

The speed of 1800km per hour and the range of km in the atmosphere are enough for it to cross an entire continent to support the other side of Armageddon.

Look at this baby!

Every time he sees her fuselage, her twin heavy bomb turrets, and the built-in 6000 pounds of explosives, Randolph feels extremely excited.

Holding the driving joystick with both hands, waiting for the priests of the Mechanicus to operate the huge metal explosion-proof door above their heads to open.

Connecting the communication signal of the entire flight group, Randolph carried out the tactical procedure. He had to emphasize the mission objective of the operation again before the plane took off: "Attention all crew members."

Randolph spoke to others through the communicator on his helmet. He had had many such experiences, and it should not be as exciting as he is now.

However, the bloody war over the past year has only allowed them to conduct some air force training in holographic projections and virtual cabins, and most of the time they are not even as good as the soldiers fighting on the front line.

But now, they will fly into the blue sky again, becoming the undisputed overlord of the sky, pouring out anger on the heads of those enemies in the name of the Emperor and blowing them into ashes.

"We will fly to the Square of the Emperor's Word to support our friendly forces. They will be responsible for attracting the attention of the orcs and clearing out some anti-aircraft artillery. All we have to do is use our lovely hot melt bombs to send those orc fortresses into the sky, and then remove some anti-aircraft artillery positions that our friendly forces cannot attack."

"The Thunder Heavy Fighter will be responsible for covering the Predator Bombers and keeping those orc junk planes away from us. These paints and coatings are not cheap."

"That's all the missions. Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir!"

"Very good, let's go!"

The explosion-proof door creaked open, and more than 20 Predator bombers and more than 40 Thunder Heavy Fighters of the Lightning Flight Squadron flew out of the gate and headed for the Square of the Emperor's Word.

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"Orc Air Force! Three o'clock! Regel! Turn the guns!"

The soldiers and orcs on the ground were fighting in a group, and the sky was shrouded in deadly rain of bullets and black smoke from fragmentation anti-aircraft ammunition.

An Orc anti-aircraft bang-bang cannon hit Randolph's Predator, shaking the fuselage. But according to the data board, the fuselage remained intact, and the shell did not penetrate her thick armor at all.

The communication channel of the entire aircraft was in chaos, and the turret gunner was rushing towards them, facing the defense line formed by the Thunder heavy fighters that kept breaking through.

"Tactical evasion!"

The navigator's loud reminder made Randolph's ears hurt as he listened to the movement of the communicator, but his hands still subconsciously controlled the aircraft to perform a roller evasive flight.

Dodged a series of burning Orc bullets.

"That Orc fighter is sticking to our butts! Hurry up and shoot him down, Regal!"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it!"

Regal's finger was on the trigger, staring at the sight on the screen, trying to predict the flight trajectory of those Orcs.

"This is very different from training. Those planes will only perform various tactical maneuvers at a certain speed. They are not like these orcs, whose speed is uncertain and whose flight trajectory is even more random."

Calm down, Reger, calm down. If you want to shoot down these orcs' things, you should make yourself in line with their thinking.

If I were an orc, how would I fly?

Tsk, I can't think of it at all.

While Reger was still struggling with the orcs' planes.

On the ground, Commissar Yarrick and his troops also broke through the orcs' blockade. The Leman Russ tanks and heavy Chimera armored vehicles were full of ugly bullet marks from ricochets, and there were fine bullet holes from bullets.

"Is that where the soldiers of the last bastion are staying?" Yarrick looked at the tallest building standing on the square in the distance. Orcs continued to pour in from all directions and rushed towards the building.

And the flashing of the Empire's standard lasers and exploding flames proved that there was still a very strong defense inside.

"Okay! Get off! All veterans get off! Clear out the anti-aircraft turrets on this side!"

Yarick's order was quickly conveyed through the vehicle's communication.

The veterans who could no longer hold back in the car walked out of the opened door of the armored vehicle one by one, holding guns to cover the positions of their teammates, and quickly formed teams one after another to advance towards the Orcs' anti-aircraft gun positions.

The entire Emperor's Word Square has been turned into a mess. Even Political Commissar Yarick has difficulty finding any large, organized troops. Almost everyone is fighting independently in the garbage dump built by the orcs.

Yarrick and his soldiers, Ryder and the others, rushed into one anti-aircraft gun position after another, blowing the orc musical instruments and artillery into pieces.

It has to be said that the bad habit of those orcs never storing ammunition unsafely helped Yarick and the others a lot. They didn't even need to deliberately collect explosives, they could just turn around with one shot from the cannonballs piled randomly on the ground. escaped.

The combined large turrets suppressed the continued advance of Yarick and the others, and the dense and non-stop rain of bullets never stopped with the help of the numerous farts.

A new magazine would be replenished as soon as a magazine was almost finished. The rain of bullets mixed with armor-piercing pistol bullets made Yarick dare not just rush out.

"We need air force bombing! Ryder! Contact them!"