Chapter 290 05.0289: "Escort Starhawk Bombing Formation"

"Let's eat something before we attack." Horatio clapped his hands, and dining carts were pushed over by the chef apprentices who received the signal. The servants quickly took the folding dining tables from the carts and put them together neatly.

"Although the rest time before the attack is short, I hope my pilots will not go to the battlefield on an empty stomach. There is fifteen minutes of meal time." He took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, then nodded to everyone.

Captain Fasha looked at the young officer, blinked slightly in surprise, and then chuckled.

In their previous service careers, she and other pilots were treated like slaves by naval officers.

Each pilot often has to fly more than ten sorties a day.

Sometimes, we didn't even have time to drink a sip of water, let alone eat, before the attack, and we would be rushed onto the plane by impatient naval officers.

The food she ate the most during her service was flight energy bars.

"Thank you, sir. We will do our best." The female captain saluted him solemnly, and he returned the salute solemnly.

The pilots happily devoured the meal at the dining table set up in the center of the hangar. This was the first hot meal they had eaten after being helplessly trapped in the drifting plane for five days, and it was a special treat for naval officers.

The main dish is the grols steak, which is sprinkled with spices and baked to perfection, and the toast with the bread core removed and a soft-boiled egg in the middle, like a target in the middle. It is a good omen.

Because time was short, many people did not have time to eat properly with a knife and fork, and directly took two slices of bread stuffed with eggs, with a piece of steak in between, holding it in one hand, chewing continuously in their mouths, while with the other hand they were busy checking the void life-support device on their flight jackets.

The remaining auxiliary ships withdrew to the rear of the Gothic fleet. They would sail to the Mandeville Point beacon, where they would use emergency repair equipment to plug the countless holes in the hull, and then wait for the arrival of Karl-Duniyash's main fleet.

"Port salvo!"

boom! boom!
Amid the roar of cannon fire and the slight tremors of the battleship decks, the distant exchange of fire between the navies of the two races in the void began.

Countless shining spears of light that illuminated the darkness cut through the universe, and the fleeting light illuminated the macro cannon shells that whizzed past.

Although the light spear has a very high hit rate at this distance, the damage caused by the energy beam hitting the base rock is not great, just like burning glass.

However, explosive weapons such as macro cannons can cause considerable damage to its physical structure.

However, the low hit rate of long-range artillery fire is a big problem.

At the same time, with the bonding of the wonderful green material, the shells hitting the meteorite hulk will not produce too many fragments. The overall impact resistance is strong, and it is indeed a very threatening enemy.

Bombs and torpedoes with greater explosive yields might be good choices, but under the restriction of maintaining a certain engagement distance, except for the flexible Cobra-class destroyers, battleships maintaining a horizontal battle line do not have many opportunities to release torpedoes.

Therefore, bombers became the key to victory in the entire battle, and the interceptor group would ensure that the Starhawk bombers could safely reach their destination.

"Thank you for your hard work, Captain." Horatio, who was wearing an aviation suit with a pressurized design with suspended steel wires, entered the cabin a little clumsily as his hands and feet were not very convenient.

He borrowed it from a wounded pilot.

Without this equipment, during the furious and ultra-high-speed flight without a gravity-maintaining device, his blood would flow backwards due to the acceleration, causing him to lose vision or even faint.

By then, let alone commanding, it would be a question whether people could stay awake.

"Sir, are you the top scorer in flying among the Naval Cadet Zhongzi?" Fasha chatted as he moderated the final takeoff test and the engine began to warm up.

Because the Imperial Navy and Imperial Naval Aviation ranks are dual-track systems, and as a sub-branch, the Imperial Naval Aviation is under the overall command of the Imperial Navy.

Although Horatio is a lieutenant in the navy, he is also the superior officer of the naval aviation pilots, and they can check some brief information about him.

"That's right. During the simulated training at graduation, I shot down 43 planes, which is less than yours. Thank you for your guidance, Captain Fasha." Horatio had already read the pilots' resumes before boarding the plane.

The eight female pilots of the Skyhawk Squadron are all the best graduates of the Karl-Duniash Aviation School in the Ultramarine Naval Base World. Because of this, they are allowed to use the noble name and emblem of "Skyhawk".

But only Anya Fasha is the longest surviving pilot in the squadron.

Since graduating from the aviation school and joining the army, he has a total flight time of 3300 hours, successfully taken off and landed more than 4000 times, and combat flight time of more than 360 hours, far exceeding other colleagues.

That's why Horatio chose to get on her plane.

"This kill rate is already the standard for outstanding graduates of aviation schools.

None of my former superiors had shot down more than 10 simulated aircraft when they graduated from the Naval Academy. You are very different." She commented.

"I hope this will be the beginning of a friendly cooperative relationship between us, and that in the future we will not become a purely superior-subordinate department with a lack of communication." Horatio sat in the navigator's seat behind the driver's seat.

This atmosphere and void dual-purpose fury fighter, which is only 40 meters long, is a new product of a certain forging world in the Extreme Star Domain.

Because its internal control system has been equipped with a new type of Thinker array, the pilot can control and manipulate all weapons by using a neural sensor helmet that is connected to the Thinker array.

Except for the possibility of taking a navigator on long-distance voyages, it does not require the four crew members and large life support equipment required by the standard 70-meter Fury. After reducing unnecessary equipment and space, the size of this new Fury is shortened by 4 meters.

The total length of 40 meters is the length of the Guteras that Horatio once flew, which is the length of two F-15Cs connected together.

The fuselage length has been shortened, but the amount of mounts has not been reduced. The new Fury even has more flexible maneuverability within the atmosphere.

"The Skyhawk Squadron will take off first." After Captain Fasha made the initial command coordination, the first squadron was the first to access the catapult track in the shuttle apron preparation bay.

"Aquila II is ready." The female lieutenant named Veronica responded.

"Skyhawk 3 is ready."

"Skyhawk IV..."

"take off!"

The furious engine began to roar, and the pure tail flame gradually changed from golden red to blue.

"Hold on tight, young lieutenant, welcome aboard Skyhawk flight. Captain Anya Fasha is at your service." The female pilot tossed back her fluffy, mature-looking hair, put on a flight helmet, and smiled slightly, imitating the tone of a void flight attendant as she spoke to this superior passenger who was not part of the HNA system.

She was like a different person once she was in the driving seat.

On the ship, this bronze-skinned 'Black Pearl' would joke with her acquaintances, but in fact she was a serious, calm and indifferent iceberg beauty.

It exudes an xenophobic temperament that keeps strangers away.

Unless someone asks her a question, she will never speak to someone she is not familiar with.

But after sitting in the cockpit of the plane, her expression began to become as excited as the engine of the plane. She talked more and would even make jokes about her acquaintances on the passengers.

However, as long as these unrestrained HNA girls can complete their tasks excellently, Horatio doesn't care about such a joking name.

The ground crew confirmed the takeoff conditions one last time, wearing bright jackets and waving glow sticks in an exaggerated manner, giving the go-ahead.

The female pilot pushed the throttle valve from the preheat state to the maximum.

Horatio could hear the roar of the engine clearly through his pressurized flight helmet.

Bang!
A violent push on his back came over him, and when his body was pulled violently backwards, the importance of the flight suit became apparent.

The blood pressure was quickly stabilized by the flight suit pump, and the air pressure in the helmet was also adaptively adjusted quickly.

Although it was a little uncomfortable, it was not a big problem for him.

After all, they have adapted to airborne landing from suborbital orbits, so faster speeds are not unbearable.

Horatio used the holographic projection of the command aircraft and the signal received from the flagship's lookout to see the current situation on the battlefield.

Several Star Hawk bombing squadrons have taken off and are gathering to bomb several targets.

Horatio could see from the holographic image's organization chart that the Starhawk bombers' combat organization was half that of the Fury interceptors.

Their squadron size was four, while Fury's squadron had eight.

This is a change made because the Starhawk bomber is larger and longer, and has a larger crew.

"Telegram to the 217th Interceptor Group to form a 4-plane formation, spread out in a wedge-shaped formation, and head for the bomber assembly point."

Greenskins at War Rock.

"Boss! Boss! There are flies on the shrimp boat! "

"Puff, let the little flies see our great Jiba's newly assembled Jiba machine!

But before that, send out the Flying Boys to test their strength!
Now, let the other big guys follow me and ram the shrimp ship!" The greenskin wearing the captain's hat stared at the Indefatigable, the largest and most domineering ship in the distance, which kept throwing beams and cannonballs from a distance and could also "scatter seeds", and his mouth opened wide with excitement.

"Yes! Boss!"

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