Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 298 05.0297: ‘Death Direct Hit’

On the bridge, Horatio saw the intercept squadron he commanded, in the form of a large formation, piercing into the void with azure lightning from the 8-seat shuttle apron on one side.

The engine of the aircraft lit up the fireflies in the dark and cold void, and passed alone on the vast black curtain, beautiful and lonely.

When the squadron was assembled, it quickly rushed towards the scattered enemy ships on the right side of its own warship.

Although the command bridge also had a 360-degree omnidirectional view, it was impossible for him to run a hurdle long-distance race around the nearly three-kilometer bridge in the dense and intricate pipelines and track the squadron's tracks in real time.

However, the command platform reserved for the aviation command bridge was empty, without even an optical sensor, and it was impossible to command at all.

After applying to the captain, he brought two lieutenants to the highest observation bridge, leaving one person to guard the aviation command platform temporarily connected to the communications department and feedback information in real time.

The observation bridge is at the top of the cathedral-like bridge, which is the spire of the Gothic church.

The area here is not much larger than a lighthouse or a church bell tower, but it has an all-round view.

The captain of the observation department is here with a second lieutenant and several reserve officers.

The lieutenant of the observation department is observing with a second lieutenant at the bow lookout at the top of the plow-shaped bow, and Archie is also there.

"Welcome, Lieutenant Horatio. The air force you command performed very well in the battle. Now it depends on you whether you can stop the advance of those green beasts."

The captain of the observation department took the initiative to greet and saluted the rookie lieutenant.

"This is the result of the joint efforts of the pilots, Captain. I hope they can succeed."

Horatio returned the salute, and after a simple greeting, he immediately raised the single-tube telescope with advanced optical equipment built in to look in the direction where the fireflies were rushing.

The machine soul in the single-tube telescope obeyed his will.

The electronic display automatically zoomed in and marked the current squadron's heading, number, enemy ship situation and other data for him, and connected to the temporarily modified aviation command console in the command bridge.

"This is Skyhawk No. 1, each squadron maintains a dispersed formation.

Tornado Squadron, Hurricane Squadron, keep two planes each to maintain flank alert, and the other formations are ready to follow me around from the bottom." The female pilot said as she looked at the first garbage ship.

"Yes, Captain."

The silver-shining armored air angels held up the Sword of Damocles and drove to the bottom of the garbage ship with an elegant and swift posture.

Unlike the giant rock, although the bottom of the garbage ship also has anti-aircraft firepower, it is restricted by the weight inside the garbage ship. The turret hanging at the bottom can only be turned by hand, and it cannot be conveniently turned by the green-skinned boys carrying it on their shoulders.

Those close-in defense artillery is extremely heavy under this hand-cranked operation. Although the firepower is equally fierce, it is very difficult to capture a swift air angel like the Fury Interceptor.

The interceptors were running at full speed, speeding past below without any of them being hit by the rain of bullets.

When the shadows blocking the light of the stars above disappeared, the pilots of the Alpha Squadron of the Skyhawk Squadron (Flight), who were assigned by the captain to attack the target, had successfully reached the stern of the first garbage ship.

They pulled the joystick and quickly rose upward.

In that short period of time, the Thinker Array had locked the engine position of the garbage ship for the pilots.

Watching the red frame on the display gradually shrink, and finally turned into a completely locked green square.

"Skyhawk Squadron, open fire freely. Tornado Squadron, attack targets B1 and B2, Hurricane Squadron, attack targets C1 and C2." Fasha ordered.

Then, she pressed the red trigger button.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The huge death strike missile, which can only be loaded on a single machine, detached from the hanging point, ignited the propulsion unit, and rushed towards the target. With the Emperor's fiery anger, the missile hit the greenskin's randomly pieced together engine group, which anyone would doubt whether it can operate normally.

With the help of precise locking and the thinker wetware inside the missile.

Several death strike missiles followed closely and hit the target one by one, flying directly into the inner duct of the engine.

In the engine room, a shirtless greenskin who was shoveling ore raised his head in confusion. He seemed to have heard some discordant whistling sounds in the roaring engine.

"Hey, big mechanic, is there something wrong with your engine?"

"What?" Big mechanic glanced at the kid unhappily, grinning, and was about to spit blood on the kid who questioned his craftsmanship.

Then, it also pricked up its ears, as if it had heard something.

Just as it turned its head to look at the engine unit with a tangled pipeline in front of it.

Bang!

A large ball of hot plasma flames burst in with countless torn and melted parts. The hot hurricane of destruction instantly tore hundreds of laborers and the big mechanic standing on the engine control console into pieces.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, an even more violent explosion broke the engine duct pipe next to it, tearing the already unstable connection apart. The main structure of the engine part left the main body of the garbage ship and flew into the void on both sides of it.

The engine of this garbage ship was completely destroyed. Although the engine designed by the big mechanic for this ship allowed it to bear the brunt of the queue, after being hit, the huge energy release and the design of the engine units being too close to each other completely destroyed the entire power system.

"Skyhawk Squadron Alpha Team's launch mission completed, target engine completely destroyed."

"Beta Team's launch mission was completed, but the target engine was not completely destroyed."

"The launch mission of Tornado Squadron was completed, and the power of the two targets was only partially damaged."

"Hurricane Squadron disabled one target and disabled another target."

"Each squadron accelerated its return and broke away from the air defense fire network."

After the uplift strike, the squadrons of Fury were now at the top of the greenskin fleet.

For a time, the overwhelming anti-aircraft ammunition hit the 217th Brigade like countless fists.

Bang bang bang!

The air explosion of the projectile made Fasha feel like he was riding on an unruly and fierce horse, and his whole body was shaking.

Snap!

In the rain of fire, something seemed to pass through her eyes quickly.

She looked warily toward the right side of the cockpit windshield.

A twisted fragment smashed the glass on the left side and embedded itself in the glass on the right side.

"Alert, air leak, pilots must wear breathing apparatus."

The greenskins were obviously extremely angry at the infliction of these flies. For a moment, the missiles and rockets that should have been reserved for the bombers flew towards the Furious Interceptors.

"Alert! Enemy anti-air missile detected."

"Each squadron, maneuver to dodge! Spread jamming bomb groups!" Faxia pulled the joystick tightly, and the palms of his gloves were already wet with sweat.

The angels in the air quickly carried out various evasive and defensive maneuvers at large angles, while the decoy bombs were sprayed in random directions.

The female pilot's white teeth were biting the cross-shaped box that had been in her mouth since the attack. Her temples were beating, adrenaline was secreting wildly, and she quickly performed evasive maneuvers.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a red cross suddenly pop up on the picture tube screen, landing on the overhead silhouette of a friendly aircraft.

"Fasha." Veronica's uneasy voice came from the communication device: "Weilan has been destroyed!"

The female pilot turned her head and watched as a furious interceptor with black smoke and flames trailing from its tail had broken away from the Skyhawk formation and plunged downwards.

"Alert, the engine is 100% damaged, the right wing is broken, the middle structure of the hull is 67% damaged, the hull is on fire, and the circuits are severely damaged... Based on the damage assessment, it is recommended to abandon the aircraft and eject. After 10 seconds, the ejection system will be automatically activated. …10, 9, 8…”

The rigid and mechanical female voice of the machine spirit warned the pilot in the cockpit without emotion.

Because this type of Fury interceptor has fewer personnel, it is equipped with a life-saving device that ejects the entire enclosed cockpit.

The oxygen bottles stored inside can allow the pilot to survive for 3 days, as well as a small amount of flight survival food and a self-defense weapon bag.

But as for excretion, it would be difficult for the pilot. The small cockpit really does not have that much space to install an additional toilet.

However, although the thruster of this device has a fall buffering effect in the atmosphere, in many cases, especially when the altitude is less than 1,500 meters, when the buffer boost is too late to complete the fall deceleration, the pilot will often fall miserably into a pulp together with the cockpit.

Therefore, many pilots would rather try to make an emergency landing with furious aerodynamic structures than eject directly.

The pilot immediately turned the ejection button with red and yellow warning bars.

Before the spreading fire spread to the cockpit of the aircraft, the entire cockpit and the pilot were ejected.

Almost the next second after ejection, the entire burning aircraft exploded violently.

The shock wave of the explosion rolled the ejected cockpit far away.

This kind of high-speed 360-degree rotation must be very uncomfortable for the pilot inside.

But at least it was far away from the charging channel of the greenskin fleet and avoided the tragic fate of being smashed into pieces.

"Your Majesty the God Emperor, she is still alive. Pray that she can persist until the war and wait for us to come back. Each squadron, count the battle damage."

"Three aircraft of the Tornado Squadron were damaged, one of which was severely damaged. Half of its wings were completely broken, and the operation was almost unbalanced. It was unable to enter the shuttle ramp. We requested the Aviation Department to tow it into storage."

"The Hurricane Squadron lost one aircraft. The pilot successfully ejected away from the Greenskin Fleet route, but was injured and bleeding. One aircraft was moderately damaged, and its landing support was damaged. It may not be able to land normally."

"Every squadron, cover the damaged aircraft and return immediately."

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