Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 304 05.0303: ‘Train Problem’

Enemy planes are coming, and the ship’s self-defense close-range laser guns have been preheated for a long time and fired one after another, with dense lasers shooting at the fleet.

Even if there is a risk of accidental injury, the Imperial Navy gun crew must do this without hesitation, just to intercept these bombers loaded with hot melt bombs.

Those two rows of 500 kg hot melt bombs are no joke for the expedition warships that cannot return to the dry dock for rest in a short time.

The accompanying repair ship can only barely fill the gap caused by these hot melt bombs, but cannot completely repair the damaged precision devices and gun crews.

The Skyhawk Squadron tried its best to intercept the enemy’s fourth batch of bombers.

At this time, the distance between the Lord Daros in the front and the enemy planes was less than 100 kilometers.

It’s already very close!

Sweat kept falling down Fasha’s forehead.

The thumb that pressed the fire button had cramped slightly, the lining of the glove that was responsible for pulling the joystick was soaked with sweat, and her right leg was shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, the world she perceived was full of war, and there was nothing else. With her attention highly focused, time seemed to have stopped for her.

The heavy breathing almost drowned out the chaotic noise coming from the communication device.

She only had her eyes on the target, the four bombers in front that were rushing towards the battlecruiser Indefatigable.

Her mission, the mission of the 217th Squadron, was to stop these dangerous and blasphemous poisonous insects, prevent them from breaking through the void shield of the Indefatigable, and dropping bombs on the noble and elegant hull.

"217th Squadron, do your best to stop those bombers!"

"Fasha, we were bitten on the tail! The body was damaged! The wing was damaged!" The pilot of Skyhawk III responded hurriedly from the communication device.

They were also chasing two of the Doomsday Fire bombers.

But the fourth batch of fast-death fighters that arrived right after them targeted them.

And Fasha and Veronica were supposed to cover these two friendly planes in principle.

But now, there were three Doomsday Fire bombers in front of her, two of which were already emitting black smoke and were seriously damaged, and one was already shaky.

And at this moment, she happened to bite the six points of these three enemy planes.

Veronica had turned back and dived to support the Skyhawk IV that was bitten on the tail.

A train-like dilemma-like choice was placed in front of Anya Fasha.

Go to support her comrades who have fought side by side for many years?

Or intercept the bombers in front of her.

These three have been damaged, and perhaps they can no longer break through the anti-aircraft firepower of the Indefatigable.

But...what if?

'Although I have never driven a plane to rush into the enemy group. But I have used my own flesh and blood to lead the naval armed forces to board the plague ship full of zombies, defend the church holy land, face the chaos cultists, and wipe out the blood covenant army that boarded the ship.

The closest I came to death was when the blade was only about 3 centimeters away from my eye.

The most severe combat loss, more than half of my elite armed forces were killed or wounded.

If I send you to perform a mission with a high probability of death, it must be the time when the Emperor needs you to sacrifice yourself, and you will definitely die for a good cause, and so will I. '

The words of the young boss suddenly echoed in her mind.

On the command bridge, Horatio was staring at the enemy planes approaching like shuttles, and the 217th Interceptor Squadron that was fighting with them.

They have paid the price of 8 planes shot down, 10 damaged, and 7 pilots sacrificed.

Although the combat damage is much better than that of other interceptor squadrons, the losses are all elite pilots with thousands of hours of flight time.

These people are also the teaching squadron of the future interceptor aviation team of the Gothic Fleet. If one dies, there will be one less excellent flight instructor.

The aviation team led by him is doing its best to provide command and guidance to the pilots, provide air combat intelligence, and help pilots with injured aircraft get rid of enemy aircraft as much as possible and fly back to the hangar.

At the same time, a luxurious full-process ground support was arranged.

As soon as the pilot landed, a whole set of supporting teams came forward to help, providing the pilot with energy drinks and medical care, and a brand-new Fury fighter was on standby behind him.

Fasha moistened his lips and took a deep breath.

"Sorry. Skyhawk III, I have to destroy the three enemy planes in front of me. Sorry..."

The captain's voice came from the communication device.

"Captain, kill them! I can hold on." The pilot of Skyhawk III gritted his teeth and said, his cheeks bulged, and his hands desperately pulled the joystick that was becoming increasingly difficult to control.

She glanced at the display screen, and the machine soul had marked the entire wing of her vehicle as red and black, and the control lock had been broken for most of the time.

The status mark of the fuselage was already as red as blood, and it was in a critical state of disintegration.

The aircraft posture had begun to swing its tail uncontrollably, because a huge gap was shot out in the middle of the rudder by the automatic cannon.

All the information indicated that Skyhawk III was about to be shot down.

Fasha remained silent. The various colors of light in the void shone coldly on her face through the reinforced glass, and her expression was terrifyingly indifferent.

In her eyes, there was only the blood-red tail flame of the bomber in front of her.

Her slender fingers pressed the button, and after a short burst of fire, the engine of a Doomsday Fire bomber was destroyed, and the fuselage tilted and deviated from the route.

She did not continue to fire and blow it up, but directly aimed at the engine of another Doomsday Fire bomber and continued to strafe and fire.

In her peripheral vision, she saw that a red cross was drawn on the Eagle III in the formation system.

The female pilot pressed the firing trigger button tightly, turned the nose of the plane horizontally, and swept the fury of the laser cannon across the tail of the third Doomsday Fire bomber.

‘Warning! The weapon is overheating, and emergency cooling is in progress! ’

She panted heavily, and sweat kept sliding down her cheeks, causing her neck to be wet and itchy.

The female pilot pulled the fighter plane out of an arc and turned eagerly to the left position where the Eagle III had last sent the message.

The tail of the Eagle III had been riddled with holes by the automatic cannon, but fortunately the cockpit had been ejected.

At this time, the enemy plane that was biting its tail turned a corner and aimed its nose at the ejected cockpit.

“No! Despicable! Shameful! Trash without honor!” She screamed out of control and rushed towards the fast-death fighter that was aiming at the ejected cockpit regardless of everything.

Bang!

The automatic guns on both sides of the fast-death fighter opened fire!

The female pilot in the ejection cockpit closed her eyes in exhaustion, waiting for the impending fate.

"No!!"

She was fast enough, but still not faster than the faster enemy plane, nor faster than the bullets fired by the machine gun.

Boom!

A ball of fire flashed into her eyes.

The female pilot blinked her dazed eyes.

She looked at the burning fast-death fighter in disbelief.

It was a burst of precise bursts of fire, which directly shattered the reinforced glass of the enemy plane's cockpit and roasted the mutant creatures inside into charcoal.

The female pilot in the escape cockpit waited for a long time, and then trembled and slowly opened her eyes, surprised that she was not dead.

"Pay attention, Captain Fasha." A strange and familiar voice suddenly came into the wing communication channel.

It was the voice of the young chief officer of the aviation department.

"Commander, why did you come here in a fighter plane?"

"There are too many enemy planes, and the Indefatigable has no air reserve. Now even the Starhawk bombers are being used as heavy fighters.

We are calling on all those with good flying experience to volunteer to fight. As the flagship aviation minister, I have to lead by example.

It just so happens that this is your backup command plane, and the command equipment on it allows me to command and fight at the same time.

In addition, there are three officers on duty on the aviation command bridge, providing us with an air intelligence network in real time and providing me with command advice.

According to the latest air intelligence.

The damaged bombers in the enemy's previous attack batches Already returned, only the fifth batch is coming towards us.

Fight them off, there will be a window period for the enemy's bombing wave. "

"Yes, commander."

"217 Squadron, 335 Squadron, I am Horatio, the aviation commander of the Indefatigable, and I have arrived at the battlefield.

The last wave of the enemy bomber group is heading towards the fleet, 375.603 void position, regroup, concentrate your strength, and fight them off.

335 Squadron, block the fast-death fighters blocking the way.

217 Squadron, annihilate the enemy's fifth batch of bombing formations, so that they can never return."

"Yes, commander!" The voices of the pilots regrouping came from the communication channel.

The pilots never thought that the chief officer of the aviation department of the flagship of the Imperial Navy, who had always been in command, would one day sit on a fighter plane and fight side by side with them.

"Veronica, you will temporarily serve as the wingman of the Skyhawk IV, and I will cover the commander."

"Okay~Captain Fasha." The crisis around was temporarily resolved, and Veronica raised her eyebrows and responded in her quirky tone.

Fasha knew what she was thinking as soon as she heard it, and said unhappily: "Don't spread any moths to me, be careful, I will go back and cut you."

"Okay~Squadron Leader~I will switch to the formation communication of the Skyhawk IV~

Wish you a happy hunting~Beep!"

The female pilot sighed, and used the channel command authority of the squadron leader to pull Horatio into her own 'senior-wingman' communication channel alone.

"Commander, I will serve as your wingman and assist you in the battle."

"Switch positions, Captain Fasha. You know better how to deal with those bombers, I will be your wingman."

"Then I'd rather obey your orders, commander."

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