Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Seeing the officer put the cylindrical whistle in his mouth, puffing his cheeks and ready to go, the throats of all the soldiers in the trench moved at the same time.

Seeing the steel gun's hand tightened, the palm was slightly sweaty,

"First row, turn back!"

Following the sergeant's order, the first row of soldiers turned around in unison and put their guns on their shoulders.

In front of them was the ladder leading to the ground.

Soon, the soldiers heard the creaking sound of the tracks and the roar of the engine above their heads.

Then came the sound of artillery from the rear.

Cannon shells swept over the top of the trench like raindrops.

Then, the enemy's howitzer also opened fire.

The shells exploded on the snow, creating "black and white fountains" several meters high.

The rebels' heavy firepower ammunition was limited, and the ammunition allocated to each battle zone and each front was even less.

After the artillery battle with the Astra Militarum last night, and another artillery team was overturned, they were increasingly embarrassed and stopped responding to the artillery attacks.

But now, they opened fire because they saw the Leman Russ tanks rushing up the entire front line.

Crashed!

The long and wide Leman Russ tanks drove out from the back of the trench, rolling iron The board creaked over the soldiers' heads, crossing the trenches, and the tracks shook off a lot of black frozen soil and black snow, which fell on the helmets and shoulders of the soldiers below the trenches.

The soldiers lowered their heads, and the sand mixed with snow and water fell like a rainstorm, hitting the soldiers, making a rustling sound. Although their eyes, mouths, ears and noses were spared, a thick layer of it accumulated on the back of their necks.

A young private soldier of the 88th Infantry Regiment boredly counted the number of tanks that passed over his head and around him.

A— ··..Two—··..Three—···

Then a clearer engine sound came.

The line infantry were much more familiar with the sound of the Chimera's Vulcanor 16 dual-coupled multi-way combustion engine than the Leman Russ.

Soon, the sound of heavy bombs, laser cannons, cannons and other weapons intensively exchanged fire from the front, the sound of shells hitting the front armor plate like a drum, the muffled sound of shells hitting the sand bunker and exploding, the sound of gongs when laser cannons were fired, this is Prelude to the battle song.

The young line private knew that according to the attack sequence, it would soon be their turn to walk out of the trench.

He held the cross of the state religion given to him by his mother in his mouth, biting his teeth on the silver handle. His mother's love and the blessing of the Emperor of God gave him courage.

Suddenly, everyone's head trembled, as if the air was burning.

The officers and soldiers in the trench raised their heads and looked for the source of the sound in the narrow sky above their heads.

But they could only hear the sound but not see the object.

"Look there! It's a bomber!" An equally young soldier broke the suffocating silence,

pointing excitedly to a certain place in the sky and shouting.

The people in the trench looked in the direction the soldier pointed.

It was a huge "box" flying in formation.

These boxes were very large. Compared with their size in front of their eyes and the actual size they knew,

experienced officers estimated that their flying altitude was between 8,000 and 10,000 meters.

Flying in the air are two Starhawk bomber formations from the Tiaopan-class light cruiser, four in a squadron, forming an air strike formation one in front and one behind.

Coming from the void through the atmosphere, there are two squadrons of furious interceptors responsible for escorting,

so there is such a huge sonic boom when flying.

"'Little Captain', we have reached the scheduled route as you requested, and are located at an altitude of 13,000 meters in the target area." Captain Fasha reported to Horatio.

"Very good. Next, please continue to cruise in this area, pay close attention and receive the ground air strike guidance form."

On the ground, the Hell Vanguard Guidance Team, who followed a few lucky scouts to infiltrate the defense line last night and are hiding in the woods and bushes, are using the measuring instruments in their hands to calculate the data of the fortress group a few kilometers away.

Because the next thing to do is high-altitude carpet bombing, it is necessary to estimate the range of the bomb point dispersion in advance.

Horatio rode on the black saddle, looking at the looming Starhawk bomber group in the sky in the distance, revealing a slightly smug smile after restraint.

The area where the bomber group is located is not a high-value area for the rebels, but a part of the blocking defense line that was abandoned in a planned manner.

Therefore, the rebels did not deploy precious air forces in this area, and the alert predator that served as the Imperial Navy's early warning aircraft did not find the hostile air force.

Not to mention that for the sake of insurance, he still sent escort fighters to escort.

The rebels' anti-aircraft weapons here are mainly Hydra and Earthshaker.

Since the Imperial Navy is unwilling to provide close support under enemy aviation artillery fire, Horatio directly changed his perspective:

On the basis of ensuring air superiority, I will first carry out a round of high-altitude carpet bombing on fixed targets.

Doesn't it not violate the support principle and weaken and kill the enemy's fixed permanent defense buildings? 1

Soon, the Starhawk bomber formation received two Hell Sniper guidance teams at an altitude of 10,000 meters, confirming a planned 'bombing corridor' from different angles and directions.

The navigator marked the points one by one on the screen in front of him and planned the route. The voice of the commander of the lead aircraft sounded in the channel, and the fleet began to adjust the flight angle in formation and flew to the designated entry area.

On the ground, the enemy's anti-aircraft position's divination radar had detected the approaching aircraft group, and each fortress group received an enemy air raid warning.

"Quick! Shoot them down!" Amid the piercing anti-aircraft alarm, the rebel artillery crews were busy like ants.

The cold barrels of the Earthshaker and the Hydra pointed far into the sky.

Soon, dense rain of fire shot into the sky, blasting out clouds of black smoke.

"All escort crews immediately raise their altitude." Captain Fasha, the commander of the wing, ordered the escort squadron.

The furious interceptor raised its altitude and left the bombing formation.

The eight aircraft in the bombing formation were scattered, keeping a distance of several kilometers.

At an altitude of 13,000 meters, these eight thick-skinned and scattered targets did not look big, and it was quite difficult to aim.

Without missiles and dense fire nets, the rebels could hardly rely on the towed Hydra anti-aircraft automatic guns pulled by several trucks and a few ground-shaking guns to shoot it down in such a short time.

The ground-shaking guns' high-explosive anti-aircraft shells exploded into black clouds between the clear sky and the clouds.

The adamantium tracer shells of the Hydra anti-aircraft guns passed through the range of several kilometers around the body loosely, with a large dispersion and inaccuracy.

Their weapons were all live ammunition. Facing high-speed targets at an altitude of 10,000 meters, there was naturally a large delay. Moreover, they lacked a complete air defense system and divination radar vehicles, and it was difficult for them to estimate the lead time of the Starhawk bomber.

Rather than hoping to shoot down targets at an altitude of 10,000 meters, it was more appropriate to say that these shots wanted to interfere with the accuracy of their bombing.

But this was exactly what Horatio wanted:

I have already carpet-bombed, what else do I need high accuracy? As long as the bombs can be thrown on your bunker positions, it is a profit no matter if they are destroyed, killed or collapsed.

The rebels knew nothing about this and still thought that the Imperial Navy Air Force was going to carry out precision close-range bombing on the fort.

10,000 meters above the sky.

"Bombardier, the control of the aircraft is in your hands." The captain of the bomber said on the communicator.

"Received."

The bombardier aimed his eyes at the bombing device and began to debug the equipment.

The green holographic image was projected, and the estimated landing points calculated by the Thinker were marked with red marks on the image. The bombardier then called up the air strike area mapped by the ground air strike guidance team and superimposed and compared the two.

After confirming that the landing points of a series of bombs coincided with the ideal strip landing area, the bombardier turned the dial on the side of the instrument.

"Bombs leave the bay!"

The bombs left the bomb bay one by one, and the wings flew freely in the wind, making a creepy long scream.

Each one was 6,000 pounds (about 3,000 kilograms), thick and deadly, full of deadly plasma.

In addition, the size of the void bomber, the Starhawk, is nearly three times larger than the Marauder bomber commonly used in the atmosphere, and the number of bombs it carries is even more amazing.

Its effect is as terrifying as eight airships dropping bullet rain at 13,000 meters above the head.

This long whistle made both the enemy and the enemy shudder. After the front-line soldiers of the Star Army had goose bumps, they immediately gave a deafening cheer.

"Yeah! Blow up those traitors!"

"Flying man! Kill them! Kill them hard!"

The soldiers in the trenches raised their rifles and cheered for the bombers in the sky. The air strike support of the Navy is rare. Even those senior officers saw air fire support before the formal battle for the first time in their lives.

With rare special support, at least at this moment, everyone was full of confidence in victory.

Hundreds of heavy plasma bombs emitting faint blue fluorescence fell to the ground with a wind-breaking roar.

The plasma without the stabilizing device released an increasingly beautiful and bright blue light through the missile body, which looked like a beautiful blue meteor shower falling from the sky.

On the top of a distant mountain.

"What a beautiful scene! It's a rare and beautiful scene!"

'I have never seen such a romantic battle opening ceremony. "

"Oh, Mr. Cochran, are all your navy's weapons so romantic? Seeing this makes me want my daughter to marry into the Imperial Navy. Do you have any recommendations?"

A group of ladies and young ladies holding parasols and wearing fluffy dresses looked at the plasma bombs falling from the sky like stars in the distance, and they couldn't help but sigh, and their tone inevitably carried a bit of admiration.

"On behalf of the Imperial Navy, I would like to present this opening show to you. I hope all the gentlemen and ladies like it. "Horatio stared at the battle situation with full concentration, and said casually.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of light applause from the surroundings.

Amid the light applause, bombs fell on the enemy fortresses like raindrops.

From the bombardier's point of view, it was a blue firework exploding on the ground.

For a moment, plasma overflowed on the top of the bunkers. Any guards exposed outside would be blown to pieces by the splashing plasma as long as they were stained with a little bit.

Soon, the air was filled with the burnt and iron smell of death.

The small open-air firepower points arranged on the top of the fort to block the ground roads stopped firing, and the armored plates of the Astra Militarum tanks finally stopped the annoying sound of clanking.

The shooters and deputy shooters of these firepower points, together with their heavy weapons, have been integrated forever. Only the remaining white bones can make people recognize that there were two living people standing here,

two shameful traitors.

Death spreads gradually from the top of the hill downwards.

Some of the forts that had withstood the bombardment all night last night had exposed steel structures on their tops. After being exposed to a large amount of plasma, part of the structure began to melt.

The structural support point was lost, and the artillery position was still pounding with thunderous drums, pounding artillery shells on it.

Finally, these damaged forts began to be unable to hold on.

In one of the forts, just as the artillerymen stationed there kept reloading and aimed at the hard frontal armor of the Leman Russ tank, gravel began to fall from the top of their heads.

A rebel artilleryman looked above his head. The next second, the broken steel structure penetrated his face, cutting off the upper half of his head, leaving only a living tongue still wriggling in the blood-gushing mouth.

Boom boom boom.

The collapsed roof structure tightly blocked the combat nozzles of the entire fort. The gun port was distorted by the rapid concrete fragments. The entire gun port was compressed and twisted upward, as if it was facing the attacking armored forces. Raise your hands in salute.

"K-231 Fort! Reply received! Reply received! Damn it! Damn it!" As several forts lost contact one after another, the defense line commander punched the table hard and shouted at the air defense officer. :

"I don't want any excuses, shoot down those damn flying monkeys! Otherwise, you will be the opening sacrifice in tonight's blood sacrifice duel pit!"