The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Originally, it was reasonable to say that Winter, who grew up in the farmland, and Hayes, who was struggling in the bottom nest, would never have any intersection in their entire lives, but this is the wonder of fate, or it can be called a miracle. Unobtrusive, but still a wonder.

It is also because they are similar in age that Winter and Hayes quickly established a friendship. Hayes is very envious of the complete family that Winter has. Farming and returning to the cabin in the evening, I saw the scene where my mother had prepared meals and was chattering.

And the joy of playing chess with your siblings before bed at night, and blaming each other for regrets.

So Hayes hopes that he can help Winter go back alive and return to his hometown as much as possible. It will be very painful for such a family to lose anyone, because they will mourn the loss.

As for Hayes himself, he knows that except for the people in the class, Uncle Hashett and Xiao An, probably no one will be sad because of his death. Maybe if he is lucky enough to return to that chaotic and dark hive, then he should also what can be done...

He heard from the battalion commander that the war might be over, which is a good thing, they are still alive, already better than 60% of the people - this is what he heard from Chief A Yin, it seems that something and The death rate of his same batch of recruits has exceeded 60%.

"Ready to launch, one minute countdown."

A piercing metallic sound came through the hidden communicator, and Hayes also heard the metallic friction of the assault ramp closing slowly.

The sound came again when Hayes felt the vibration of the assault boat's engine grow stronger.

"Ready to launch, thirty seconds countdown."

At this moment he noticed that Winter was holding tightly the Aquila pendant hanging around his neck

"Don't worry, Winter."

Hayes looked at each other with a smile on his face, trying to ease the recruit's anxiety, as if comforting a friend.

"When I landed for the first time, Uncle Hashett said, you don't have to worry about falling, because anything has to wait until you hit the ground to kill you."

"...count down in ten seconds."

The sound of metal continued to count down, and Hayes and Winter prayed to the Emperor for a safe descent.

"May the Emperor bless you and all."

A more human voice sounded as the engine fired, and Hayes found himself suddenly losing weight.

They left the safety of the troop carrier.

"Bearing 17 degrees 15 minutes."

Amid the roar of the engine, the hoarse navigator slave's tone as thin as parchment could hardly be heard in the cockpit.

"A heading correction of -04 deg 09' is recommended for optimal atmospheric entry, all other system readings are normal."

"examine."

The lead pilot said in a deep voice, automatically pushing his control stick forward to make adjustments.

"New bearing: 12 degrees 07 minutes, confirm course correction."

"Fix confirmation."

The pilot's yellow, lifeless eyes rolled in their sockets, rechecking its calculations.

"Atmospheric entry in five seconds... two, one, atmospheric entry, all systems reading normal."

Brief bumps disappear quickly.

"Look at that light."

The co-pilot chewed gum, lifted his eyes from his instruments for a fraction of a second, and saw from the viewing port in the lander's nose that the craft was surrounded by a bright red halo of fire.

"No matter how many planetary drops we've done, I'm not used to it, it's like riding in a ball of fire, and I have to thank the Emperor for being the first to make a heat shield."

"Heat shield reads OK."

The slave made noises, gears spinning in its throat, as it mistook the comment for a question.

"External temperature is within allowable operating thresholds, all system readings are normal."

"That's because you've only done a dozen airdrops."

The main driver picked up the coffee pot and twisted off the lid, took a sip, and then tightened it again.

"Trust me, when you come a dozen times, you won't even notice it, how about the landing beacon signal? I don't want to miss the landing site."

"Beacon readings strong and clear, no hostile signals on air scan, looks like the skies are ours.....wait! Probe reading some—"

"Warning! Warning!"

The machine slave interrupted all sounds.

"An unmarked small target is found to be approaching rapidly. It is suspected to be an enemy anti-aircraft missile. It is recommended to conduct evasive maneuvers. The trajectory of the first batch of missiles is 87 degrees 03 minutes. Warning! The second batch of missiles is found to be launched, and the trajectory of the missiles—"

"Avoidance action confirmation!"

The main pilot's voice became very tense. As he spoke, he pushed the control lever forward and pushed the lander into a dive state.

"Keep an eye on enemy trajectory and airspeed until further orders, deploy chaff!"

"Chaff activated, chaff-reading instrument deployed successfully."

The co-pilot looked at a screen in front of him, and his voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Wait, the chaff is partially blocked, like... the throne! There are too many enemy missiles! They are covering fire, and we have no warning!"

"You mean? Well, if that's the case, we have nothing to worry about. If they fire blindly, they don't necessarily have a chance of hitting us with a thousand."

That's what I said, but I still have to hide if I should hide.

"Prepare for a hard landing!"

As the lead pilot spoke, he shouted orders for the lander to push forward and take a steeper dive, while from outside they could hear the first missile explode.

"Naval: Disengage standard **** and nav safety protocols, I want full control! Landing point may be a bit off!"

For Hayes, this experience has been different.

He felt like he was really falling.

Nothing can slow or stop them.

Like a comet.

Falling down from the stars at will.

In the crew compartment, everyone was slammed back into their seats by the force of the acceleration, and Hayes felt as if his stomach was pushing up his throat.

All around him he heard cries of mercy and whispered oaths, all the while the skin on his face was pulled so tight he was sure it was about to tear from his bones.

Then ~www.readwn.com~ much louder than any noise he had experienced before, there was the roar of another explosion and the sound of ripping metal that followed.

With these sounds, the fall began, and he found himself pushed back against the seat with even greater force.

Winter screamed.

"We're hit! We're hit! We're falling from the sky and we're dying!"

"Wen is so special, you're going to scare other people, you have to—"

Hayes had barely said a few words when he felt his stomach rise in a sickly acid tide, the half-digested remnants of his last meal spurting uncontrollably from his mouth, soaking the water sitting in front of him. That unlucky buddy.

But just before the weightlessness further tortured his stomach, the whole world stopped spinning, and the assault boat let out a piercing crash and a terrifying scream, like the death knell of a mortally wounded beast finally struck ground.

The interior of the crew was plunged into darkness, and there was no sound for a while.