Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 305 05.0304: ‘Soul Machine’

Horatio adjusted his position and let Fasha’s Skyhawk One pass by the fighter he was driving.

This maneuver was clean and neat, with a beautiful arc, and no extra energy was wasted.

When Fasha passed by the commander’s body, she was surprised to find that.

Her commander... his hand didn’t even hold the joystick at all? ? ?

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I saw a dendrite on the index finger of his prosthetic iron hand, which was connected to the fighter’s control device, leaving the dendrite interface for the mechanical priest to connect to the soul machine.

In addition, his hands did not hold the joystick at all, and the joystick seemed to be twisting by itself.

For Horatio, he only needed to make the soul machine obey his will and then issue the instructions he wanted to issue when driving this fighter.

Including offensive and defensive maneuvers, launching missiles and firing laser cannons, there is no delay compared to the pilots who operate by hand.

This made the female pilot dumbfounded.

She didn't remember that her commander had studied in the Mechanicus? ? ?

Could it be that... the 43 planes he shot down in the simulation training were all shot down by controlling the fighter planes in this way? ? ?

At this moment, Anya Fasha realized firsthand why the Gothic Fleet valued this young man so much, ignoring his disadvantage of being so young, and directly made him a lieutenant and independently managed the aviation department.

He really has some brushes.

This made her more interested in the mysterious background of this young commander.

[Oh~ It's really interesting. Then, 'little lieutenant', let me see your superb flying and combat skills. ]

The female pilot's slender mouth corners raised, and the tip of her tongue licked her red lips lightly.

The fighters surrounding the Lord Dalros and the Indefatigable began to sail towards the only group of Doomfire bombers that could threaten the ship.

As the first warship to charge forward, the Lord Dalros was inevitably attacked.

With the furious pilots desperately blocking, the Doomfire bombers could only drop melta bombs without precise aiming.

This kind of drop even has a low hit efficiency, not to mention accurate strikes on high-value parts. It was a blessing to be able to successfully throw the melta bombs under anti-aircraft fire.

Only a few of the dozen near misses hit the ridge of the ship.

Horatio and the fleet flew over the huge hull and looked at the hole on the ridge.

The secondary fire caused by the bombing has been extinguished by the damage control department, and the mechanical priest is leading the team to repair it.

Except for the slight damage to the navigation tower, other combat-related components are still operating normally.

However, the missiles of the fast-death fighters, which were not focused on, penetrated the gun shields, destroyed the rotating structures of several macro guns, and successfully killed some contract workers and gun crew sailors.

Before the damaged macro guns were urgently repaired by the mechanical priests, they could only aim at whatever they could hit within the fixed firing range.

Although these extremely fast and maneuverable little flies could not cause major damage to the hull, they were quite good at damaging the attached combat parts.

When the thinker finished calculating, Horatio used his will to order the machine spirit to lock the target and launch the missile.

The loyal missiles flew away and chased the enemy planes relentlessly. Three of the targets were successfully hit and blown up, turning into void debris.

Other missiles that were interfered and missed also exploded the moment they passed the target.

Thousands of large fragments damaged the enemy planes in the formation, weakening their maneuverability.

Soon, the three squadrons of the 335th Squadron, which rushed to the front, pretended to attack the bombers and fought with the fast-death interceptors that rushed to intercept them.

The 217th Squadron, hiding on the starboard side of Lord Daros, quietly passed over the hull.

When the fast-death fighters discovered the Imperial Navy's tactical strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, it was too late.

They fell into Horatio's trap, causing the bombers to be surrounded. Some of them wanted to get rid of the entanglement of the 335th Squadron and were forced back by dense lasers and rain of fire when they returned to support.

Any fast-death fighters that wanted to return to support not only lost the acceleration advantage due to the turn, but also handed over their tail six points to the pilots of the 335th Squadron.

"Sky Eagle Squadron, Tornado Squadron is responsible for intercepting bombers, and Hurricane Squadron will leave a small team to maintain an altitude of 5 kilometers to guard the sixth batch of fast-death fighters in the rear."

"Yes, commander."

The formations immediately dispersed, chasing after the Doomsday Fire bomber and began to fire at its power system.

Compared to shooting at a thick-skinned and armored aircraft, it is more efficient to destroy the power system from the engine nozzle, and the fighter plane that has lost power will become a fixed target for the close-in defense guns of the warship, and the Fury Squadron no longer needs to worry about it.

However, even if the 335th Squadron intercepts the fast-death fighters accompanying the escort, it does not mean that the 217th Squadron can sit back and relax.

The fast-death fighters that failed to escort in the previous waves are still cruising around.

After the first two waves of fighter planes of the Imperial Navy returned with thick smoke and red gun barrels, the two squadrons of the Indefatigable had become the interception squadrons with the longest fighting time in the whole game.

After intercepting this wave of bombers, the entire wing had to withdraw to the Indefatigable for rest.

After the large force returned, it was replaced by a reserve squadron left on each side of each ship. Before the next wave of sorties was completed, the number of Imperial Navy air forces on the field would be lower than that of the Chaos Rebels.

With the help of the bird's-eye view of the dendrite connection and the hand of command, even if Horatio was flying the plane, it did not affect his dual tasks of covering Captain Fasha and commanding the combat tactics of the aviation wing.

He judged the overall situation of the surrounding airspace from the information continuously sent from the aviation command bridge.

"Wingmen, the remnants of an enemy fighter are coming from our heading 251, be ready to cover and fight."

About 14 fast-death interceptors with not very good body conditions roared in, and their targets were those furious ones who were concentrating on chasing bombers.

Under the real-time warning of the wingman Horatio, Captain Fasha broke away with one blow, without coveting the perfect shooting window, and evaded the side to avoid a volley of automatic shells fired from behind.

The fast-death fighter bit towards Fasha's tail with a faster linear acceleration.

At the moment when the two planes crossed, Horatio took action.

The rotating turret and wing guns at the front of the nose were aimed at two different targets respectively.

Under the self-calculation of the Thinker's machine soul, the machine body and the rotating turret pulled out the lead by themselves, and fired two short bursts of shots in the automatically played binary hymn, destroying the two enemy planes that were biting their tails.

"Well done, 'little lieutenant', one shot hit the target." Fasha praised in a pleasant and seductive tone in the 'senior-staff' channel with only two people.

She would only use the seemingly disrespectful exclusive title of 'little lieutenant' when she was in flight and there was no one else in the channel.

"You fought well, captain."

Horatio looked up and saw that the Doomsday Fire bomber hit by Fasha continued to jump forward for a distance, then the engine was helplessly shut down, and it moved forward in a straight line along the inertia, as if it stopped in the void.

The heretic pilot in the cockpit was smashing the control panel in anger.

As a result, a flash of electricity passed, and the blasphemous hyperplasia of flesh and blood stiffened directly.

Soon, each plane reported its own results of shooting down and the completion of the mission.

With careful alternating cover, and the anti-aircraft firepower network of two cruisers and surrounding small escort ships.

The 217th Squadron almost completely destroyed the fifth batch of bomber formations at the cost of only a few damaged aircraft.

For well-trained pilots, the losses in air combat are usually quite different.

As long as the aircraft and intelligence are properly coordinated, it has been very common to achieve overwhelming results on the battlefield from ancient times to the present.

Horatio watched the Lord Dalros rushing towards the cleared minefield channel accompanied by two frigates.

Seeing that the fighter escort failed, the remaining fast-death fighters of the rebels also began to gather and retreat, waiting for the next attack.

The Doomsday Fire bombers that were successfully withdrawn in the first five batches were being reorganized in the Star Fortress hangar.

The Imperial Navy also withdrew the damaged formation, leaving only two or three squadrons at the forefront to accompany the Lord Dalros to charge forward and clear the remaining anchor mines that might threaten the safety of navigation.

With the help of the shuttle boats and cranes, Horatio's two squadrons successfully recovered almost all the crews that could be recovered.

Two Cobra-class destroyers were specially arranged to salvage the lifeboats that were successfully ejected and escaped after being destroyed.

Captain Peru made a promise to the brave boat sailors who drove the shuttle boats to salvage pilots in the hail of bullets.

For each pilot they salvaged, they would get an extra pint of Grog on the day they did not have to work after the war.

A maximum of three pints a day, one pint every 8 hours, and the excess could be saved for the next rest day.

The pilots who were shivering in the void were treated considerately after being salvaged aboard.

Blankets, heaters, hot drinks, hot baths, soft beds and pillows, and a sumptuous meal.

For these pilots whose vehicles were shot down, the battle was over.

Only after the war would these pilots be safely sent back to their respective motherships and board new replacement bodies.

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