Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 291 05.0290: ‘Missile Clash’

The range of void fighters far exceeds the effective range of macro cannon shells.

Therefore, in void battles, air strikes and exchanges of fire between carrier-based aircraft on both sides often constitute the first stage of void battles.

Watching two groups of aircraft with different colored tail flames rushing together, flying all over the sky, fighting fiercely.

The Imperial Navy officers on the bridge like to call it a ‘knight duel’.

Although when the enemy aircraft rushes over after destroying the naval aviation interceptor group, things often become ugly.

“This is the 217th Interceptor Group of the Indefatigable, and we will provide escort for the bomber formation next.” As the flagship aviation minister, Horatio contacted the Starhawk bomber group that was forming a flight formation.

“Thank you, 217th Interceptor Group, we are keeping the box formation close to the enemy ship.” A slightly noisy communication sound soon came.

Horatio learned about the bombing targets of these bombers from the combat targets sent by the aviation departments of other ships.

Among them, 24 Starhawks will go straight to the Battle Rock, and the other batches will bomb other alien dirty ships at a frequency of at least 8 sorties.

Horatio stared at the holographic star map in front of him with full concentration.

Watching the dense green cursor drifting towards the enemy ship in the red triangle.

"217 Interceptor Group, with squadrons as units, in a triangular four-maintenance flight formation." Horatio quickly used the hologram to plan the escort plan.

"Skyhawk Squadron received." Captain Fasha replied first, leading the Skyhawk Squadron to the top of the box formation.

"Hurricane Squadron received."

"Tornado Squadron received."

Three aviation squadrons of an aviation group and a scattered squadron were like a Roman tortoise, wrapping the box formation of the Starhawk bombers on the left and right.

The two squadrons of each squadron maintained a high and low interval.

Soon, Horatio received a message from the destroyer "Starfire", which was closest to the enemy fleet.

A detection wave had just been activated on the ship, and this wave detected new situations that were not seen in the previous three waves.

On the dirty and rough iron warship of the green-skinned orcs, countless strange modified objects were sprayed out from the pipes on both sides like organ pipes.

It was a pile of rocket interceptors made of scrap copper and rotten iron.

These flying vehicles, which were also flashing with stars and spewing thick smoke on the black curtain of the universe, spewed fast and slow at irregular trajectories towards the flight formation of the Imperial Navy.

But they were soon detected by the Cobra-class destroyer, which released detection waves alternately and sailed quietly to approach the enemy fleet to launch a torpedo raid, and its position was fed back to the flagship's air intelligence control system.

On the "systemized combat equipment" CRT display in front of Horatio, several groups of high-speed red balls were approaching from their own 286-degree oblique angle, and seemed to want to cut into the flight formation.

"Tornado Squadron, adjust the escort position and head to the left wing of Skyhawk Squadron."

"Tornado received."

Eight Fury interceptors climbed up from the far right of the box formation and changed the escort position smoothly.

The aircraft bodies were like fairy in mythology, and like fireflies, flashing blue fluorescence, sliding under the Skyhawk Squadron, and then rising to keep level.

Now, the escort formation has become a horizontal L shape.

"Hurricane Squadron reports that our auspicious instrument has detected hundreds of small high-speed aircraft approaching."

"Hurricane Squadron, Tornado Squadron, allow the enemy aircraft group to approach to..." Horatio was thinking about the best tactics.

"I suggest 120 kilometers, sir." Captain Fasha suggested.

"Allow missile lock when the enemy aircraft group approaches to 120 kilometers."

"Hurricane Squadron received, Tornado Squadron received."

The flight lasted about 10 minutes.

"Capture the enemy target, the missile has been locked."

"Hold on." Captain Fasha was responsible for the specific combat order: "Keep the bird lock, wait until the target approaches 70 kilometers."

Ding, ding.

At this moment, the air in the body was terribly silent.

Except for the red frame prompt sound flashing on the annihilation bird, it was almost quiet enough to hear one's own heartbeat.

The horizontal course distance was shortening at a very fast speed.

"Hold on."

79...75...73

"Fire!" Captain Fasha gave an order.

The pilots pressed the red button one after another.

Huh! !

The thrusters of the Skyfire missiles mounted under the belly of the aircraft were all ignited, and the anti-aircraft prayer began to be recited automatically.

For a moment, hundreds of winding and twisted missile trajectory smoke were like a large net spread out in an instant, covering the green aircraft fleet.

Soon, at a distance of about 50 kilometers, hundreds of rounds were fired from the opposite side. Rather than missiles, they were more like things carrying fart spirit air-blast rockets.

Inside were fart spirits shackled to the rudders, screaming and tearing, controlling the difficult-to-operate and extremely unreliable rudders, and rushing towards the Imperial Navy formation.

Individually, these air-blast rockets, even if controlled by fart spirits, would hardly hit the agile Fury interceptors, which could easily dodge with their excellent maneuverability.

But despite the lack of precision guidance capabilities, the huge air-blast equivalent and overwhelming number were still a considerable threat to the Starhawk bombers flying in a box formation.

Facing the dense red dots on the auspicious array, a drop of cold sweat flowed down Horatio's temples unconsciously.

As the commander who commanded the Fury interceptor for the first time, he only knew the combat effectiveness of the Fury from paper and a few exercises.

But Captain Fasha was very calm.

"Each interceptor squadron launches interceptor missiles." She issued further combat orders in an orderly manner.

Soon after the order was issued, the interceptor missile launch nests on both sides of each Fury interceptor instantly ejected dozens of small and exquisite missiles, which were not much longer than the Astra Militarum's earth-shattering shells, and flew towards the oncoming air-blasting rockets.

These interceptor missiles do not pursue equivalent size, but only aim to make the fragments of the explosion hit the enemy missiles and perish with them, which is considered to have completed their mission.

For a while, dense flames flickered everywhere in the void, just like a group of fireflies passing by a stream on a summer night.

But from a close distance, this magnificent scene of "millions of bombs firing at the same time" is truly magnificent. The intertwined tail flames fill the entire field of vision. The destructive power of human steel and gunpowder is nakedly displayed in the universe. This is repeated hundreds and thousands of times, giving Horatio the illusion that he is riding on the brilliant spotlight and stepping onto the Avenue of Stars.

Soon, the power acceleration phase is over.

The flames of the tail thrusters of many missiles are extinguished, and the void seems to return to silence again.

The fart spirits in the air-blast rockets are still screaming and driving the rockets forward.

One of the fart spirits saw some small things with faint metallic reflections rushing towards him.

Just as it was confused, the rapidly closing distance allowed it to quickly see that there was no flame at the tail. With the remaining kinetic energy, the dense interceptor missiles rushed over, and its screams became two degrees higher.

The first batch of interceptors hit the fart spirit missiles first.

A few seconds after the void returned to silence, the pure darkness was once again illuminated by the flames of the explosion.

A series of dense chain explosions occurred in the void of thousands of square kilometers.

Horatio stared at the flames in front of him, and the hot light emitted by the plasma fireballs or molten metal fragments that were enough to engulf the building illuminated his eyes.

It was as spectacular as the hundreds of hundred-shot sky rockets fired at the same time during the New Year, he thought for no reason.

But this magnificent scene did not last long, and soon, the light disappeared.

A few seconds later, behind the smoke produced by the explosion, a group of larger and brighter flames illuminated the void.

That was the explosion caused by the Skyfire missile hitting the green flying creature under the protection of the anti-air prayer.

Horatio looked at the holographic image in front of him, and the originally dense red dots on the screen disappeared by more than half in an instant.

"Skyhawk Squadron, launch missiles, Tornado Squadron, Hurricane Squadron, climb to a higher altitude, and prepare to dive to meet the enemy." Captain Fasha commanded skillfully.

Another burst of dense missile scattering.

Different from the first range interception.

As the second echelon of interception, the Skyhawk Squadron accurately locked onto the largest and most domineering green-skinned heavy aircraft that remained in the enemy fleet.

These are high-risk targets that must be removed. Letting go of any one of them may pose a serious threat to the Starhawk bomber.

Another burst of dense explosions.

Immediately afterwards, the self-defense turrets on the Starhawk bomber box formation also began to pour out laser fire rain.

With the help of the Thinker auxiliary aiming array, the gunners tried their best to shoot at the air-blast rockets that were not intercepted.

For a while, the laser scattering was scattered all over the sky.

Those remaining fish that escaped the net exploded one after another.

But the greenskins still have a group of surviving air-blast rockets carrying fart spirits that burst out of the explosion smoke and headed straight for the Starhawk bomber.

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