Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 293 05.0292: ‘Are you afraid? generally'

"Boss! Boss! Xiami Pupu Machine! Xiami Pupu Machine!"

yelled a grunt chained to the cockpit.

"Hey hey hey! I'm almost there! Xiami's big machine is so powerful, Waaaaagh!!!"

The Flying Boy piloting this heavy interceptor didn't even listen to Goot's warning. Its big eyes, wearing aviation goggles it didn't know where to get, stared at the Starhawk bombers passing overhead.

Even though he was far away, he couldn't wait to tighten his grip on the triggering device, and enjoyed the ferocious firepower output amidst the vibration feedback triggered by the warhead.

The rough rotary cannon spit out flames, and a hail of bullets shot towards the Starhawk bomber above.

Even though the belly self-defense turret tried its best to fire at the green-skinned aircraft passing under the fuselage, facing the nose of the interceptor that was rushing straight towards it, the target's target area was too small to receive bombs and the visible area was too small.

The targeted Starhawk bottom turret gunner just saw the interceptor through the firelight. Within ten seconds of firing back, the operation cabin where he was located was shattered by scattered projectiles. The flesh and blood were mixed with metal fragments that had been melted, cooled and deformed. There are spherical turrets everywhere.

Boom, boom, boom!

A sound like a drum was heard. The Starhawk bomber was hit by several bullets in the belly, and the air began to leak.

Bang!

A large hole was punched through the middle of one wing. Promethium fuel leaking from the propeller was ignited by the traces of tracer bullets and tended to spread from the wing to the fuselage.

"Captain, the left wing is on fire! The fuel supply is being cut off urgently."

"Let the acolytes of the Adeptus Mechanicus find a way to put out the fire!"

"The supply of promethium has been cut off. The self-extinguishing device has been activated." Under the emergency operation of the mechanic, the machine spirit quickly responded.

"Your Majesty the God Emperor, we can't stand another round!"

"Bombardier report! There are interceptors coming from below!"

"Damn it, let the belly spherical turret destroy it! Otherwise we are dead!"

"Jace is dead! It's coming from our blind area, and we're going to be hit!"

"Be prepared to put out fires!" The captain gritted his teeth and pulled down the red light in the cabin to allow the remaining crew members to adapt to the fire-fighting environment after the power outage in advance.

Just as all crew members braced themselves for the terrible fate of being destroyed.

A short and sharp laser blast instantly destroyed the cockpit of the abominable alien creation.

Through the transparent observation glass, the bombardier saw a flash of the blazing cab and the green-skinned aliens inside that were on fire and screaming.

A Fury passed directly beneath the Starhawk bomber like an arrow, biting away at the enemy aircraft ahead without mercy.

"This is Skyhawk 1. The five enemy aircraft on the left have cleared the air, and the enemy aircraft are being driven away. The interceptor squadrons have begun to spread out in twos. We are about to approach the enemy ship's anti-aircraft firepower network."

Soon, confirmation replies from each squadron came through the communicator.

Horatio paid close attention to the array of commanding thinkers in front of him, and at the same time stared with his blue eyes at the fearsome and hateful big eyes on the bow of the green-skinned ship.

The bombing formation was very close, less than 600 kilometers away from the target.

Once they are close to about a hundred kilometers away, no matter how short the range of these green-skinned creations that are charging towards the 25th Gothic Battle Fleet, the close-range anti-aircraft guns mounted on them, and no matter how clumsy and slow the responses of the controlled aliens are, it is time to fire.

Bang bang bang!

Sure enough, when the bomber array reached 200 kilometers, countless barrages launched from those 'junk iron' were flying towards the bombing formation.

The eight- or even ten-gun super-large banger cannons on the green warships began to fire an astonishingly dense amount of projectiles.

There is almost no accuracy, but the projectile covers a large enough area.

The density of the fire network is like a fire hedgehog in the physical sense. There is no blind spot for firepower in all directions. The pilot can only rush forward. Whether he will be destroyed depends on whether the God Emperor and the God of All Machines are watching over him.

Some shells exploded in the air next to Horatio's Fury interceptor, causing the machine to tremble violently, as if it was about to disintegrate in the next second.

Buzz! ! ! ——

A green beam of light that got bigger and bigger appeared from the green leather creation that was shaped like a satellite pot. As time went by, it became thicker and thicker, and the arc of the beat became wider and wider.

The Fury interceptors quickly evaded the barrage, and the Starhawk bombers also began to perform defensive maneuvers by adjusting their altitude and spacing without damaging the bombing formation.

Zhila!

In the giant war rock, a green-skinned man with a wrench and cables on his body smiled cruelly, slammed his rough fist on the red switch, and fired a poisonous green electromagnetic beam with spots of yellow towards the formation.

The formation immediately dispersed, but the electromagnetic beam still instantly cut off the wings and tail of a Starhawk bomber, paralyzed the engine, and almost caused the bomber at the rear of the formation to hit it on the spot.

The bomber unsurprisingly began to catch fire. The well-sealed promethium fuel was ignited by the powerful electromagnetic current that shuttled through the aircraft body, followed by the bomb in the bomb bay detonating at high temperatures.

The orange-yellow fireball devoured the remains of all the aircraft. No one would survive such a violent explosion. Fortunately, the bomber formation had already flown beyond the scope of the explosion, otherwise one or two of them might have been buried with them.

"So, 'Little Lieutenant,' are you scared? This is the most common combat mission of our Imperial Navy." The female pilot's chuckle came from the communicator, intentionally or unintentionally.

This kind of laughter was very natural and calm, as if she was not carrying out a high-risk mission such as rushing towards the enemy ship, but a normal patrol duty.

"Want to hear the truth?" Horatio also chuckled, his voice was gentle and calm.

"Yeah."

"General."

"Hmm?" There was a hint of confusion in the female pilot's voice.

When a person is rushing towards real danger, fear will make 99% of people unable to speak hard, and the remaining 1% can't even move their mouths.

But the voice of this young superior is no different from before, very nice and very calm.

It's like he is also a seasoned pilot who has also fought thousands of sorties, and he is really not knocked down by fear and the desire to survive.

"Although I have never flown a plane into an enemy group. But I have used my own flesh and blood to lead the navy armed forces to board a plague ship full of zombies, defend the church sanctuary, face the Chaos cultists, and wipe out the blood covenant army that boarded the ship.

The closest time to death, the blade was only about 3 centimeters away from my eyes.

The most serious combat loss, more than half of my elite armed forces were killed or wounded.

If I send you to perform a mission with a high probability of death, it must be the time when the Emperor needs you to sacrifice yourself. You will definitely die for a good cause, and so will I."

Horatio naturally saw what the female aviation captain meant by this move, and understood her concerns, so he came straight to the point and said without hiding anything.

"...I understand, sir. Please accept my apology."

The female pilot was stunned after hearing his experience. This still slightly young officer obviously exceeded her expectations. Her slightly frivolous tone was restrained, and she said seriously and lowly, like a girl who made a mistake.

She had heard that this superior was from a prominent family in the Gothic Fleet, and his ancestor was the legendary Admiral Speyer of the Empire.

Therefore, she had a bad guess about his officer qualifications and resume, and could not help but worry about the fate of her pilots.

Because of the experience that the mothership abandoned the entire wing in the void not long ago, she was somewhat depressed.

She wanted to use this attack mission to scare this young superior who was too young and perhaps airborne with connections when approaching the enemy ship with the experience that every pilot had experienced.

So that he would be more restrained in future aviation command, and would not throw away his pilots as the cheapest coins and send them to bear worthless sacrifices, so that he would understand that the lives of naval pilots should not be thrown away as disposable items.

But she realized that she had obviously underestimated the life resume of this young man.

The establishment of officers in the Imperial Navy is unlikely to be bought with money and connections.

There is no shortage of noble children among the volunteers who want to join the Imperial Navy. Simple aristocratic families cannot pass the test of the Star Domain Navy Department, which is also not short of top-level noble blood.

He can become a lieutenant in the Navy at such a young age, so he must have his own strengths.

"Focus, Captain Fasha, we are almost there. If you are interested in my story, we can chat while eating and get to know each other after this battle."

"Of course, sir. I will take you back safely, and then learn more about your story while eating Grox steak."

"As long as you can complete the task well and return alive, I can guarantee that you will have more than Grox steak, Captain Fasha. I promise you."

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