Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

As the missiles approached, both sides began to spray decoy bombs, but they always maintained their formation flight, leaving their lives to luck and the interference coefficient of their respective decoy bombs.

The strange and secluded relative flight lasted only a short while, and bursts of air bursts and flying debris and black clouds appeared in the enemy air cover squadron.

Roughly estimated, about 60% of the locked fighters were successfully shot down, and the rest of the missiles flew out chasing the decoy bombs.

And those lucky ones who survived by relying on decoy bombs continued to search for the enemy, proving that these enemy aviation pilots were also well-trained.

"Disperse! Avoid enemy missiles!"

After achieving the hit result, Fasha immediately issued an emergency evasion order.

The two squadrons immediately began to disperse, using decoy bombs and large maneuvers to evade missiles.

For a moment, Horatio felt as if he was sucked into his seat. This was Fasha's evasive maneuver in the atmosphere with a value of up to 30G

.

"Neh---Heh---Ah!" Horatio gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sound.

This feeling was not pleasant. The whole person felt like being slapped on the seat by an invisible big hand. Horatio could even feel his internal organs moving slightly.

Now he finally understood why airline seats had to adopt a soft semi-enclosed structure.

The high-G value maneuver continued. Horatio's eyes began to blacken, his difficult breathing became rapid, and his heart was pounding.

Gradually, his perception disappeared bit by bit, and he even lost the confirmation of his own existence.

His dilated pupils began to roll upwards.

Whoosh! Bang!

Whoosh! Bang!

One after another, missiles rubbed against the Skyhawk 1 that was performing a large maneuver.

Their flight trajectory was very strange, like being drunk, the trajectory was shaky, and it seemed that they could not be accurately locked. Every time they missed a section, just barely flying near the fuselage, or mistakenly thinking that they had hit and exploded in the air.

The EW electronic warfare Starhawk electronic countermeasures interfere with the enemy missile's built-in locking system and avian radar waves.

Anya Fasha's hand holding the joystick trembled with the high-G maneuver, and her facial muscles rippled like water waves. Her plump lips were tightly pressed against her gums, causing saliva to overflow from the corners of her mouth and slide down her cheeks.

This was an extremely tormenting struggle, with the G value even approaching 40.

She also had black vision, blood flowing backwards, and shortness of breath.

But as an ace pilot with thousands of hours of flight combat experience, long-term flying allowed her to last longer than Horatio.

Bang!

A Falcon Squadron's Fury was unfortunately hit by a missile that made a high-G turn, and the pilot ejected from the cockpit.

Although the power unit is not long and the equivalent is not large enough, the advantage of the small size is that these radar-indexed missiles have a better and larger turning G value than the Skyfire missile, up to 35, which is a terrifying and difficult to get rid of tracking opponent.

Unless you do a high G maneuver close to 45 like Fasha, it is easy for a large fighter like Fury to be hit.

Two more were injured by the fragments of the missile after the near-explosion, but for a 40-meter-long heavyweight fighter,

as long as it can fly, it is fine.

After enduring dozens of seconds of unbearable torture, the rest of the missiles were dodged.

Under the interference of the EW electronic warfare Starhawk on the enemy's radar bird-searching missiles, only one fighter in the first echelon was shot down, and the pilot successfully ejected and escaped.

After the evasion, Fasha maintained a period of level flight to ease her own state. She was panting,

and after a little spare strength, she heard Horatio's faint panting from the internal communication channel.

"'Little Captain', are you awake? It must have been very uncomfortable just now."

Horatio, who had just recovered from the blurred vision of the black vision fainting, just stared blankly in front of him, and blinked his eyes after more than ten seconds.

"God Emperor, this Black Vision G value—." He swallowed, "I think it should be 45 at the maximum."

"45, lasting 11 seconds. Sir, one of our aircraft was shot down in this exchange of fire, two aircraft were damaged, and the crashed pilot has landed successfully."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." After his brain restarted, Horatio immediately transmitted the crash coordinates to the Cobra destroyer parked in the suborbital orbit through signal transmission. A Valkyrie fighter carrying fully armed Hell's pioneers had been waiting at the docking station. After receiving the order, it took off immediately and opened the rear hatch when it arrived at the Karman line of Far Star.

Four Hell's pioneers jumped out of it and made a direct suborbital airdrop.

They were the crash rescue team arranged by Horatio.

Pilots alone cannot survive in the enemy-occupied area relying on their own survival kits.

Once discovered by the enemy patrol, they will face a very miserable fate, and even a quick death is a luxury.

The rebels would use unimaginable means to treat these pilots who caused them heavy losses. According to what Horatio had learned before, just thinking about it was chilling.

Horatio certainly would not let the only seedling of the Gothic fleet, his elite pilots, be lost like this. Four invisible fire meteors streaked across the sky, and the hell scouts that fell from the sky landed near the crash coordinates at the fastest speed.

Relying on the originally agreed passwords and signals, they found the pilot who had hidden as soon as he landed, and the four people took the pilot and set out on a route to take him to a safe area.

Wait until night, a Skyraider night stealth Valkyrie fighter jet will follow the safe air corridor,

Bring the Hellspike and downed pilots safely back to the Imperial Naval Air Base.

Back in the sky, Hainan Airlines' air counterattack squadron immediately assembled and launched a close combat strike against the enemy who took off.

Although this dual-purpose atmosphere and void Fury is 40 meters long, its maneuverability is no worse than that of a Hellclaw fighter-bomber.

A war bomber is a war bomber after all, how can it be the opponent of a professional interceptor aircraft.

After a while, the surviving fish that slipped through the net were beaten to pieces by combat bombs and close-range laser cannons.

Anya Fasha can even allocate the Alpha Squadron of the Skyhawk Squadron to provide air escort for accompanying squadrons on other combat missions.

As the close combat broke out in the air, the air defense weapon arrays around the enemy's air base also turned on their air search radars.

Its signal wave was immediately captured by the accompanying alert Predator fighter jets flying around.

Horatio saw rippled red circles marked on the war sand table, which were the areas where potential enemies might exist.

Although he was not sure of the specific location, as long as he had a general range, all he had to do was let the pilots pour death-hit ballistic missiles over them and drown them!

He used the equipment onboard the Fasha command ship to send parameters to each Fury fighter jet that was tasked with confronting and destroying ground-based air defense threats.

Because the air defense forces guarding the airport do not move around like field air defense forces do, their positions are relatively fixed.

And in order to ensure the destruction rate, Horatio resorted to such grand measures as death-strike ballistic missiles regardless of the cost.

"The parameters have been calibrated and launched in the specified direction!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens of huge death-hit ballistic missiles emitted billowing white smoke and flew from an altitude of 10,000 meters toward a target nearly a hundred kilometers away.

This kind of ballistic missile is launched from the air and can travel much farther than an air-to-ground missile. Although the accuracy is not good, the impact point deviation may be hundreds of meters.

But ballistic missiles are used, and dozens of rounds are fired at a fixed airport. What does a deviation of a few hundred meters mean?

Just blow it up and that's it!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Soon, a huge mushroom cloud caused by the explosion rose into the sky and was clearly visible in the sky.

Against the background of the raging fire, the snow-white terminal buildings were twisted and collapsed by the heat wave.

Even though he was hundreds of kilometers away, Horatio felt that the fire was so dazzling that his eyes began to ache and shed tears just after staring at it for a while.

He had to turn on the light filtering module on his helmet.

"It is estimated that more than 89% of the air defense units around the airport will be destroyed. The air search radar signal wave disappears!"

"Each squadron will conduct an air-to-ground attack on the enemy airport in accordance with the designated combat sequence!"

Horatio gave an order, and the Emperor's raptors all showed their sharp claws and rushed towards the target according to the airspace of the safe air corridor, extremely ferocious.