Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Lightning Flying Brigade, a force established at the Hades Hive Air Force Airport.

After the Great Purge, it was managed by Commissar Yarrick, in order to prevent the large number of Orc garbage air forces from blowing these precious Imperial Eagles into pieces.

Yarick had already renovated the hangar and moved the aircraft.

These Imperial Eagles, buried under thick explosion-proof armor plates, will finally step out of their safe fortresses and once again fly into the sky to serve the Empire.

Servants, Mechanicus and more crew members maintain these precious air forces. The servitors constantly clean the fuselage, strive to be spotless, and load it with powerful ammunition.

The Mechanicus-priests use the datapads in their hands to communicate with the sacred machine spirits of these aircraft, and sing the hymns of the machines with the censers in their hands.

"Finally, it's our turn." Randolph silently put on the helmet with built-in communicator and sat on his beloved Predator bomber.

Predator Bomber (the data are all in the settings)

This powerful bomber was operated by a pilot, navigator, bombardier, and three turret gunners.

This more than 24.6-ton bomber has an exaggerated wingspan of m, and its powerful engine can ensure that it can fight at an altitude of m.

With a speed of 1800 kilometers per hour and a range of kilometers in the atmosphere, it is enough to cross an entire continent to support the other end of Armageddon.

Look at this baby!

Randolph felt extremely excited every time he saw her fuselage, her twin heavy blaster turrets, and the 6000 pounds of built-in explosives.

Holding the driving joystick with both hands, they waited for the priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to open the huge metal explosion-proof door above their heads.

After connecting the communication signals of the entire flight group, Randolph conducted tactical procedures. He wanted to emphasize the mission goal of the operation again before the plane took off: "Attention, all crew members."

Randolph spoke to other people through the communicator on his helmet. He had had this experience many times, and logically he shouldn't be as excited as he is now.

But the bloody war over the past year has allowed them to only conduct some air force training in holographic projections and virtual cabins. Most of the time, they are not even as good as those soldiers fighting on the front line.

But now, they would once again take to the skies and become the undisputed masters of the skies, unleashing fury upon the heads of their enemies and blasting them to ashes in the name of the Emperor.

"We will fly to the Emperor's Word Square to support the friendly forces. They will be responsible for attracting the attention of the Orks and clearing out some anti-aircraft guns. All we have to do is use our lovely melta bombs to send those Ork fortresses into the sky, and then Just remove some anti-aircraft artillery positions that friendly forces cannot attack."

"The Thunder heavy fighter is responsible for covering the Predator bombers and keeping those Orc garbage planes away from us. These paints and coatings are not cheap."

"That's it for the mission, do you have any questions?"

"No sir!"

"Very well, let's go!"

The explosion-proof door creaked open, and more than twenty Predator bombers and more than forty Thunder heavy fighters from the Lightning Flying Group flew out of the door and headed for the Emperor's Word Square.

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"Orc Air Force! Three o'clock direction! Regel! Turn the guns!"

Soldiers and orcs were fighting on the ground, while the sky was shrouded in deadly rain of bullets and black smoke from fragmentation anti-aircraft ammunition.

An Ork anti-aircraft slam hit Randolph's Predator, shaking the fuselage. However, according to the situation on the data board, the fuselage remained intact, and the shell did not penetrate her thick armor at all.

The communication channel of the entire aircraft was in chaos, and the gunner in charge of the turret was rushing towards them against the defense line composed of thunderous heavy-duty fighters that were constantly breaking through.

"Tactical evasion!"

The navigator's loud reminder made Randolph's ears hurt listening to the communicator, but his hands still subconsciously controlled the aircraft to perform a roller evasive flight.

Dodged a series of flaming orc bullets.

"That orc's fighter plane is clinging to our butts! Shoot him down quickly Regel!"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it!"

Regel put his finger on the trigger and stared at the sight on the screen, trying hard to predict the flight path of the orcs.

"This is so different from training. Those planes will only perform various tactical maneuvers at a certain speed... instead of being like these orcs, where the speed is variable and the flight trajectory is even more random..."

Calm down Regel, calm down, if you want to take down these orcs, you have to connect yourself with their thinking.

How would I fly if I were an orc?

Gee, I can't think of it at all...

While Regel was still competing with the orc's plane.

On the ground, Commissar Yarek and his troops also broke through the Orcs' blockade. Those Leman Russ tanks and heavy Chimera armored vehicles were full of ugly bullet marks from ricochet, as well as tiny bullet holes from bullets.

"Is that where the soldiers of the last fortress stay?" Yarick looked at the tallest building standing on the square in the distance. Orcs were pouring in from all directions and rushing towards the building.

The flashing imperial standard lasers and exploding flames prove that there is a quite powerful defense inside.

"Okay! Get off! All veterans get off! Clear out the anti-aircraft turrets on this side!"

Yarick's order was quickly conveyed through the vehicle's communication.

The veterans who could no longer hold back in the car walked out of the opened door of the armored vehicle one by one, holding guns to cover the positions of their teammates, and quickly formed teams one after another to advance towards the Orcs' anti-aircraft gun positions.

The entire Emperor's Word Square has been turned into a mess. Even Political Commissar Yarick has difficulty finding any large, organized troops. Almost everyone is fighting independently in the garbage dump built by the orcs.

Yarrick and his soldiers, Ryder and the others, rushed into one anti-aircraft gun position after another, blowing the orc musical instruments and artillery into pieces.

It has to be said that the bad habit of those orcs never storing ammunition unsafely helped Yarick and the others a lot. They didn't even need to deliberately collect explosives, they could just turn around with one shot from the cannonballs piled randomly on the ground. escaped.

The combined large turrets suppressed the continued advance of Yarick and the others, and the dense and non-stop rain of bullets never stopped with the help of those numerous farts.

A new magazine would be replenished as soon as a magazine was almost finished. The rain of bullets mixed with armor-piercing pistol bullets made Yarick dare not just rush out.

"We need air force bombing! Ryder! Contact them!"