Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 294 05.0293: ‘Carpet Bombing’

In the dark void.

Various huge shadows and powerful ballistics kept passing through the space near Horatio, and the invisible and tail-flame shells whistled and cut through the cold void.

Those with long tail flames and puffs of smoke were often the rocket-assisted range shells of the greenskins.

And the ones that were hard to see but flashed with pure metallic luster in the void were the huge heavy macro shells of the Imperial Navy engraved with the Sky Eagle and the Book of Proverbs.

The Imperial Navy and the greenskin warships kept a long distance and exchanged fire, and the battle line was in a semi-arc shape.

Led by the moon-class cruiser ‘Lord Daros’, the overall formation was like a giant snake winding in the dark.

At such a long distance, even the macro shells had to fly in the void for a long time.

The Imperial Navy relies on well-trained artillery officers, sophisticated sighting and locking equipment, advanced contemplators' gun control arrays, and the lookout department's ballistic calibration team at the highest point of the bridge.

Through the continuous coordination of hundreds of people, they firmly locked on to the visual centimeter-level target thousands of kilometers away, and the light spears were sure to hit the target. Even the macro cannons can still maintain a hit rate of about 40%.

This is equivalent to hitting a target less than 10 meters long and constantly maneuvering at a distance of 1,500 meters, and the hit rate can still be maintained at about 40%. The skill level is already quite high.

The artillery on the greenskin warships is also surging outward.

In the dirty and smelly loading gun cabin, the greenskin overseers whipped the fart spirits and towed trailers full of shells of various sizes.

The strongest guys lifted these shells of different sizes, roughly stuffed them into the breech blocks that could be stuffed, and then fired them from the "similar caliber" barrels.

Theoretically, these shells without stable chamber pressure, different sizes, and even unable to fit the inner diameter of the barrel can only fly randomly in the void in irregular straight lines, with extremely large shooting dispersion, almost impossible to get an effective hit, and even should explode directly.

But as long as they can be stuffed in, these greenskins don't care so much, they think they can shoot out if they can.

Although the accuracy is worrying, it is nearly 1,500 kilometers away.

Under the magical power of "I think I can hit the middle and lower".

The artillery control master actually used the extremely rough and backward, battle-damaged level random artillery scope seized from the hands of an annihilated Star Army artillery, facing the distant imperial target, and occasionally hit nearly a quarter of the small and medium-sized shells in the shooting command.

This should have been a very small success rate of one in a million, but now it is so high that it is simply not in line with common sense and logic.

And as the distance approaches, the hit rate is still rising.

A rocket warhead fired from the barrel locked with a screaming fart spirit, causing ripples on the Moon-class cruiser.

The explosion mixed with various scrap metal fragments was like a heavy bomb, causing a wave of brilliant color changes on the void shield, a large wave of ripples and fleeting flames.

Then, the greenskins' electromagnetic cannon, whose principle was unknown, cracked with a crackle, split the void, and hit the void shield of the Indefatigable directly.

If there was no cover of the void shield, the damage caused by this would probably be serious. At least the outer armor would have to have an extra hole that would take the mechanical priests several weeks to fill.

The expedition fleet was in a situation at this time and could not return to the dry dock for repairs at any time.

If the expedition was to continue, the fleet and the hull could not suffer too much damage before reaching the target location.

Under the guidance of this more conservative combat idea, in all non-important void battles along the way, the expedition fleet's first goal was to preserve the fleet's strength until it reached the target war zone space.

——

"The bomber formations are approaching the target."

"Start to leave the box formation now."

"May the Emperor bless us."

The Starhawk bombers began to leave the box formation one after another, spreading out like flowers, each forming a triangular wedge-shaped attack formation.

They rushed towards their respective targets.

At this distance, Horatio could clearly see the close-in defense artillery on the greenskin warships that spewed dense fire nets.

It was a huge thing operated by several greenskins and countless fart slaves.

Two parallel rows of eight-barreled guns poured firepower at him.

Based on the mutual influence of the barrel wind as the gun barrels fired.

In addition, the various captured gun barrels that were almost worn to the same level as smoothbore made these shooting artillery not accurate at all, but they were good in quantity.

The Starhawk bombers began to drop plasma bombs on the greenskin warships that looked like mullets.

The 24 Starhawk bombers heading straight for the giant rock had already opened their magazines full of melta high-explosive bombs.

"Now! Guys!! Release our Big Tech's newly assembled Speedmaster!"

"Yes, sir!"

Horatio saw a burst of red dots suddenly appear on the screen.

"God Emperor... that's..." Fasha's pupils shrank like needles, her brows knitted, and she looked at the fighter jets spewing out of the enemy ship's pipes in disbelief.

She would not make a mistake, that was the Fury fighter captured by the greenskins.

In other words, it was the captured Fury interceptor, and other shredded machines that were once captured by the greenskins, which were combined into a modified Void Fury, and changed beyond recognition.

They were equipped with additional rocket boosters and seemingly redundant wings.

The originally slender and elegant body was roughly replaced with a more rugged and huge engine that did not match the size.

It was like a flower bud that was forcibly stretched open at the tail.

The fuselage was equipped with all kinds of strange and bizarre modifications, such as an electromagnetic gun made of a satellite radar dish, and the twin laser gun on the nose was replaced with a rusty dirty gun.

The fuselage was covered with orc totems, and the front of the cockpit was covered with an orc's adamantine face.

Horatio shook his head. This was simply a captured female knight, stuffed with shoddy weapons, and then forcibly painted with blasphemous war patterns, with an orc mask on her face, and shamefully ridden on the battlefield by green-skinned orcs and fart goblins.

Now, these blasphemous machines are rushing towards the 24 Starhawk bombers that are bombing the giant rock at a faster and more violent acceleration.

Shortly after leaving the pipeline, these modified vehicles released missiles.

The Starhawk bomber instantly detected the locking signal from the Imperial missile, and the pilot immediately began to spray decoy bomb groups.

Theoretically, when releasing decoy bombs at such a close distance, there is a high probability that the Skyfire missile will be swept by.

But somehow, one of the Skyfire missiles turned strangely and hit the engine of one of the Starhawk bombers under the power of the greenskins' "I think I can hit it".

The fierce fire blew up the engine group, and soon, the Starhawk bomber that lost power was torn apart by the anti-aircraft artillery fire on the huge rock. The greenskins operating the turrets said that it was as easy and refreshing as shooting a fixed target.

The distress signal and the screams of the dying echoed in the wing command channel regardless of communication discipline.

"Captain Fasha, we must destroy these abominable modified creations."

"I agree, sir. I will command the Skyhawk Squadron to fight, and I will leave the brigade to you."

"Tornado Squadron, immediately cut in at an obtuse angle with the Skyhawk Squadron to intercept the enemy's captured fighters." Horatio took action and used his finger dendrites to convey his will to the command system.

"Tornado Squadron received."

Eight Furies began to maneuver while avoiding the artillery fire.

Starhawk bombers began to drop bombs under the fierce anti-aircraft fire.

One after another, plasma bombs emitting blue fluorescence fell on the huge and bloated hull of the green-skinned ragtag ship.

The metal below began to dissolve and collapse under the erosion of the plasma fireball. Many greenskins and farts were instantly roasted to carbonization while screaming. The hull caught fire, burning all the way from the surface to the deep cabin inside the ship.

Except for one Starhawk bomber that was destroyed by anti-aircraft fire and one that was unable to drop bombs due to the damaged bomb bay baffle, the remaining 22 bombers almost all flew over the meteorite with thick black smoke.

The huge melta bomb rushed to the middle of the giant rock with the help of the sparks of the tail booster.

At the moment of successful hit, the dazzling fire from close range forced Horatio to cover his eyes.

A thin atmosphere was maintained near the war rock. Immediately after the explosion, a shock wave that caused the furious bomber he was in to shake violently spread, and finally a deafening explosion.

The flying rock began to break from the middle and lower sections. The explosion shattered one-fifth of the meteorite body in the lower part, and the other parts became bumpy. The cracks continued to sprinkle with green skins as fine as mosquitoes and flies, flying farts and shoddy things.

But judging from the overall damage, even Horatio had to admire that these green skins were indeed tough.

If it were a normal void rebel ship, under the carpet bombing of 22 Starhawks, it would not be completely disintegrated, but at least it would be in a state of near paralysis.

And this flying rock was still charging forward. It seemed that it would not be able to destroy its core area without two or three rounds of bombing.

However, the countless fragments floating in the void posed a hidden danger to the navigation of other garbage ships.

The scattered debris formed a dangerous asteroid belt.

Some floating meteorites directly hit the nearby greenskin garbage ship.

Horatio saw that a sharp meteorite cut through the surface of the garbage ship in front of him like a sharp knife.

The rough and uneven surface of the warship was instantly cut open with a terrible gap, and the debris easily tore the surface of the armor, revealing the deep cabin.

Rather than a cabin, the inner cabin full of feces and mushrooms was more like a hatchery for greenskins.

Many orcs, greenskins and farts were sucked into the void from the crack.

These aliens comically wanted to paddle back in a swimming posture, but this futile struggle only made them paddle further and further away.

"This is the Starhawk bomber formation point. The bombing mission is completed and we are about to return. Beep-Ziz! We are attacked by alien interceptors! Request support! Request support!"

"The interceptor squadron received it." Horatio gritted his teeth and replied against the inertial suction caused by the quick turn.

Of course he knew that a new batch of enemy interceptors with greater power and power were coming.

Because the Skyhawk Squadron was fighting with them at that moment.

Please vote for me! Please recommend!

VIP users may have subscribed to the full book, but do not have enough points to subscribe to the full book.

In this case, you can join the book club, and then send me a private message with the screenshot of the full book, and I will pull it in.