Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 290 05.0289: ‘Escort Starhawk Bombing Formation’

“Let’s eat something before the attack.” Horatio clapped his hands, and the chef apprentices pushed over the dining carts one by one after another. The servants quickly took down the folding dining table from the carts and put them together neatly.

“Although the rest time before the attack is short, I hope my pilots will not go to the battlefield on an empty stomach. Fifteen minutes of meal time.” He took out his pocket watch and took a look, then nodded to everyone.

Captain Fasha looked at the young officer, blinked slightly in surprise, and then chuckled.

In her previous service career, she and other pilots were used as cattle and horses by naval officers.

Each pilot often had to attack more than ten sorties a day.

Before the attack, let alone eating, sometimes there was no time to drink a sip of water, and they would be driven to the plane by impatient naval officers.

The most food she ate during her service was flight energy bars.

"Thank you, sir. We will do our best." The female captain saluted him solemnly, and he returned the salute solemnly.

The pilots happily feasted on the dining table set up in the center of the hangar. This was the first hot meal they had eaten after being helplessly trapped in the drifting plane for five days, and it was a special supply for naval officers.

The dishes were mainly spiced and well-baked Grox steaks, and toast with a soft-boiled egg in the middle removed from the bread core, like a target in the middle. It was a good omen.

Because of the short time, many people did not have time to eat decently with a knife and fork. They directly took two slices of egg-filled bread with a steak in the middle, holding it in one hand, chewing constantly in their mouths, and busy checking the void life support device on the flight jacket with the other hand.

The remaining auxiliary ships retreated to the rear of the Gothic fleet. They would sail to the Mandeville Point beacon, where they would use emergency repair equipment to plug the numerous holes in the hull, and then wait for the arrival of the main fleet of Karl-Duniyash.

"Port side salvo!"

Boom! Boom!

Amid the sound of macro cannons and the slight tremor of the battleship deck, the distant exchange of fire between the navies of the two races in the void began.

Countless shining light spears that illuminated the darkness cut through the universe, and the fleeting light illuminated the macro cannon shells that whizzed by.

Although the light spears had a very high hit rate at this distance, the damage caused by the energy beam hitting the base rock was not great, just like burning glass.

However, explosive weapons such as macro cannons can cause considerable damage to their physical structures.

However, the low hit rate of long-range artillery fire is a big problem.

At the same time, with the bonding of the wonderful green skin material, the shells hitting the meteorite hulk will not produce too many fragments, and the overall impact resistance is full, which is indeed a very threatening enemy.

Bombs and torpedoes with larger explosive equivalents may be a good choice, but under the limitation of maintaining a certain engagement distance, except for the flexible Cobra-class destroyers, the main battleships that maintain the horizontal battle line do not have many opportunities to release torpedoes.

Therefore, bombers have become the key to winning the entire battle, and the interception squadron will ensure that the Starhawk bomber can safely reach the destination.

"Thank you for your hard work, Captain." Wearing an aviation suit with a suspended steel wire pressurized design, Horatio, who was not very convenient in his hands and feet, got into the cabin a little clumsily.

He borrowed this from a wounded pilot.

Without this set of equipment, in the furious super-high-speed flight without a gravity maintenance device, his blood will flow backwards due to acceleration, causing his own black vision and even fainting.

At that time, let alone command, it will be a problem whether people can wake up.

"Sir, are you the top student in the flying department of the Zhongsi Naval Academy?" Fasha mediated the final takeoff test, and the engine began to warm up, chatting.

Because the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Naval Aviation ranks are dual-track, and the Imperial Naval Aviation, as a sub-branch, is under the overall command of the Imperial Navy.

Although Horatio is a lieutenant in the navy, he is also the superior of the Naval Aviation pilots, and they can view some of his brief information.

"That's right. The simulated training at graduation shot down 43 aircraft, which is less than yours. Please give me more advice, Captain Fasha." Horatio had also read the resumes of the pilots before boarding the plane.

The eight female pilots of the Sky Eagle Squadron are all the best graduates of the Karl-Duniash Aviation School in the Extreme Star Region Naval Port World. Because of this, they are allowed to use the noble name and team emblem of "Sky Eagle".

But only Anya Fasha is the longest-surviving pilot in the squadron.

Since graduating from the aviation school and joining the army, she has a total flight time of 3,300 hours, successfully taken off and landed more than 4,000 times, and a combat flight time of more than 360 hours, far exceeding other colleagues.

This is also the reason why Horatio chose to board her plane.

"This kill rate is already the standard for outstanding graduates of aviation schools.

None of my former superiors had simulated kills of more than 10 aircraft when they graduated from the naval school. You are very different." She commented.

"I hope this will be the beginning of a friendly and cooperative relationship between us, and in the future we will not become a pure, lack of communication between the superiors and subordinates." Horatio sat in the pilot seat behind the driver's seat.

This 40-meter-long atmosphere and void dual-purpose fury fighter is a new product of a forging world in the Extreme Star Region.

Because its internal control system has been replaced with a new Thinker array, the pilot can control and operate all weapons with the matching neural sensor helmet connected to the Thinker array.

Except for the possibility of taking a navigator on long-distance voyages, it does not need the four crew members and supporting large life support equipment required by the standard 70-meter Fury.

After reducing unnecessary equipment and space, the size of this new Fury has been shortened by 30 meters.

The 40-meter full length is the length of Horatio's former Terra, which is the length of two F-15Cs connected together.

The fuselage length has been reduced, but the mount capacity has not been reduced. The new Fury even has more flexible maneuverability in the atmosphere.

"The Skyhawk Squadron took off first." After Captain Fasha made a preliminary command synchronization, the first squadron took the lead in accessing the catapult track in the shuttle apron preparation compartment.

"Skyhawk II is ready." The female lieutenant named Veronica responded.

"Skyhawk III is ready."

"Skyhawk IV..."

"Take off!"

The furious engine began to roar, and the pure tail flame gradually changed from golden red to blue.

"Hold on tight, little lieutenant, welcome aboard the Skyhawk flight, Captain Anya Fasha is at your service." The female pilot threw back her fluffy big waves full of mature charm, put on a flight helmet, smiled slightly, and said to the passenger who was not a member of the HNA system in the tone of a void flight attendant.

She was like a different person when she was in the driver's seat.

On the ship, this bronze-skinned 'black pearl' would joke with acquaintances, but in fact she was a serious, calm and indifferent iceberg beauty.

She exuded an exclusive temperament that kept strangers away.

Unless someone took the initiative to ask her questions, she would never take the initiative to speak to unfamiliar people.

But after sitting in the cockpit of the plane, her expression began to become as excited as the engine of the engine, and she became more talkative, and she would also make jokes about acquaintances on passengers.

However, as long as these unrestrained Hainan Airlines girls can complete the task well, Horatio doesn't care about such joking names.

The ground staff finally confirmed the takeoff conditions, wearing bright jackets, waving fluorescent sticks in exaggerated movements, and made movements to allow takeoff.

The female pilot pushed the throttle valve from the preheating state to the maximum.

The roar of the engine was clearly heard by Horatio through the pressurized flight helmet.

Bang!

A violent push on the back came, and when his body was pulled back violently, the importance of the flight suit was reflected.

The blood pressure was quickly stabilized by the flight suit pump, and the air pressure in the helmet was also adjusted quickly and adaptively.

Although it was indeed a bit uncomfortable, it was not a big problem for him.

After all, he had adapted to the suborbital airborne landing, and a faster speed was not unbearable.

Horatio used the holographic projection of the command aircraft to see the current situation on the battlefield from the signal received from the flagship lookout.

Several Starhawk bombing squadrons have taken off and are gathering to bomb several targets.

Horatio can see from the holographic image's organization table that the combat organization of the Starhawk bombers is half that of the Fury interceptors.

Their squadron size is four, while the Fury's squadron has eight.

This is because the Starhawk bomber is larger and longer, and has more crew members.

"Telegram 217 Interceptor Squadron, in the form of a 4-plane formation, spread out in a wedge-shaped wing, and head to the bomber assembly point."

On the Greenskin War Rock.

"Boss! Boss! Seeds have been dropped on the shrimp's ship! Those flies!"

"Puff, let the shrimp's flies see our Dajiba's newly assembled Jiba!

But before that, let's scatter the flying boys to test our strength!

Now, let the other big guys follow me to crash into the shrimp's ship!" The green skin wearing the captain's hat stared at the biggest and most powerful ship in the distance, which kept throwing beams and cannonballs from a distance and could also "scatter seeds". His mouth opened with excitement.

"Yes! Boss!"

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