Chapter 291 05.0290: "Missile Clash"

The range of the Void Fighter far exceeds the effective hit range of the Macro Cannon shells.

Therefore, in a void war, air strikes and exchanges of fire between the two sides' carrier-based aircraft often constitute the first stage of the void war.

I watched as two groups of planes with tail flames of different colors collided with each other, flying all over the sky and fighting fiercely.

The Imperial Navy officers on the bridge liked to call it a 'knight's duel'.

Although things often become ugly when enemy planes rush over after annihilating the naval aviation interceptor group.

"This is the 217th Interceptor Squadron of the Indefatigable. We will provide escort for the bomber formation from now on." As the flagship aviation minister, Horatio contacted the Starhawk bomber group that was forming a flight formation.

"Thank you, 217th Interceptor Squadron, we are maintaining a box formation approaching the enemy ship." A communication tone with a slight electrical noise soon came.

Horatio got a general idea of ​​the bombing targets of these bombers from the combat targets sent by the aviation departments of other ships.

Among them, 24 Starhawks will head straight for the Battle Rock, and the other batches will bomb other alien dirty ships at a frequency of at least 8 sorties.

Horatio stared intently at the holographic star map in front of him.

Watch the dense green cursor drifting towards the enemy ship with a large red triangle.

"The 217th Interceptor Group, organized into squadrons, will form a triangular four-man escort formation." Horatio quickly used the hologram to plan the escort plan.

"Skyhawk Squadron received." Captain Fasha was the first to reply, leading the Skyhawk Squadron to the top of the box formation.

"Hurricane Squadron received."

"Gale Squadron received."

Three aviation squadrons of an aviation brigade and a scattered squadron were like a Roman tortoise, wrapping the box formation of the Starhawk bombers on the left and right.

The two teams in each squadron maintain a certain height difference between the front and the back.

Soon, Horatio received a message from the destroyer "Starfire", which was closest to the enemy fleet.

A detection wave had just been activated on its ship, and this wave had detected something new that the previous three waves had not.

On the green-skinned orcs' dirty and rough iron battleship, countless strange modified objects spewed out from the organ-like pipes on both sides.

It was a rocket interceptor made out of a bunch of junk.

These flying vehicles, which also twinkled like stars against the black backdrop of the universe and spewed thick smoke, flew fast and slow in irregular trajectories, puffing towards the Imperial Navy's flight formation.

But they were soon detected by the Cobra-class destroyers, which were alternately releasing detection waves while sailing quietly to get close to the enemy fleet and prepare to launch a torpedo attack, and their positions were fed back to the flagship's air intelligence control system.

On the cathode ray tube display of the "systematic combat equipment" in front of Horatio, several high-speed red balls were approaching from a 286-degree angle, seemingly trying to cut into the flying formation.

"Tornado Squadron, adjust the escort position and head to the left wing of Skyhawk Squadron."

"Storm received."

Eight Fury interceptors climbed upward from the far right side of the box formation and changed their escort position smoothly.

The group of machines looked like elves in mythology or fireflies, flashing a faint blue fluorescence. They slid under the Sky Eagle Squadron and then rose up to keep level.

Now, the escort formation has become a horizontal L shape.

"Hurricane Squadron reporting, our auspex detected hundreds of small high-speed aircraft approaching."

"Hurricane Squadron, Tornado Squadron, allow the enemy planes to get closer..." Horatio was thinking about the best tactics.

"I suggest 120 kilometers, sir," Captain Fasha suggested.

"Allows missile lock-on when enemy aircraft approaches as close as 120 kilometers."

"Hurricane Squadron, read it. Tornado Squadron, read it."

The flight continued for about another 10 minutes.

"Capturing enemy target, missile locked."

"Hold steady." Captain Fasha was in charge of issuing specific combat orders: "Keep the divination locked on and wait until the target approaches 70 kilometers."

Drop drop, drop drop.

At this moment, the air in the machine was eerily silent.

Apart from the red-framed prompt sound flashing on the Auspicious Observatory, it was almost quiet enough that you could hear your own heartbeat.

The horizontal course distance is shortening at a very fast rate.

"Hold still."

79...75...73
"Open fire!" Captain Fasha gave the order.

The pilots pressed the red button one after another.

Huh! The thrusters of the Skyfire missiles mounted under the belly of the aircraft were all ignited, and the prayer to the air began to be recited automatically.

For a moment, the ballistic smoke from hundreds of winding and twisted missiles was like a large net spread out in an instant, covering the green aircraft fleet.

Soon, at a distance of about 50 kilometers, the other side fired hundreds of rounds. Rather than missiles, they were more like air-burst rockets carrying fart spirits.

Inside were fart spirits shackled to the rudders, screaming and sniffling, controlling the difficult-to-operate and extremely unreliable rudders, and rushing towards the Imperial Navy Fleet.

Individually, even if these air-burst rockets were controlled by the Fart Spirit, it would be almost impossible for them to hit the nimble Fury interceptor, which could easily dodge them with its excellent maneuverability.

But despite the lack of precision guidance capability, the huge air-blast equivalent and overwhelming number still pose a considerable threat to the Starhawk bombers flying in box formation.

Facing the dense red dots on the divination array, a drop of cold sweat flowed down Horatio's temple unconsciously.

As a commander who was commanding a Fury interceptor for the first time, he only had an understanding of the Fury's combat effectiveness from paper and a few exercises.

But Captain Fasha remained calm.

"Each interceptor squadron launches interceptor missiles." She issued further combat orders in an orderly manner.

Soon after the order was given, the interceptor missile launchers on both sides of each Fury interceptor instantly fired dozens of small and exquisite missiles, which were not much longer than the Astra Militarum's earth-shattering shells, and flew towards the oncoming air-blast rockets.

These interceptor missiles do not pursue equivalent size. Their only purpose is to ensure that the fragments of the explosion can hit the enemy missile and perish together with it, thus completing their mission.

For a moment, dense flames flickered everywhere in the void, just like groups of fireflies passing by a stream on a summer night.

But when viewed up close, this magnificent sight of 'millions of bombs firing at once' was truly magnificent, with intertwined tail flames filling the entire field of vision. The destructive power of human steel and gunpowder was nakedly displayed in the universe, repeated hundreds and thousands of times, giving Horatio the illusion that he was riding on the glorious spotlight and stepping onto the Avenue of Stars.

Soon, the power acceleration phase passed.

The flames of the tail thrusters of many missiles went out, and the void seemed to return to silence again.

The fart spirit in the airblast rocket was still screaming and driving the rocket forward.

One of the fart spirits saw some small, faintly metallic things rushing towards him.

Just as it was confused, the rapidly closing distance allowed it to quickly see that there was no flame at the tail. Relying on the remaining kinetic energy, the dense interceptor missiles rushed towards it, and its screams became two degrees higher.

The first batch of interceptors hit the fart-carrying missiles first.

A few seconds after the void returned to silence, the pure darkness was once again illuminated by the flames of the explosion.

A series of dense linked explosions occurred in the void covering thousands of square kilometers.

Horatio stared at the fire in front of him, the balls of plasma fire or molten metal fragments that were big enough to engulf the building, emitting a blazing light that illuminated his eyes.

He thought for no reason that it was as spectacular as when hundreds of sky rockets were ignited and fired at the same time during the Chinese New Year.

But this magnificent scene did not last long, and soon the light disappeared.

A few seconds later, behind the smoke produced by the explosion, larger and brighter balls of fire illuminated the void.

That was the explosion caused by the Skyfire missile hitting the green-skinned flying creature under the protection of the anti-air prayer.

Horatio looked at the holographic image in front of him, and more than half of the densely packed red dots on the screen disappeared in an instant.

"Skyhawk Squadron, launch missiles. Tornado Squadron, Hurricane Squadron, climb to altitude and prepare to dive and engage the enemy." Captain Fasha commanded skillfully.

Another intensive burst of missiles.

Different from the first range interception.

As the second echelon of interception, the Skyhawk Squadron this time accurately locked onto the largest and most powerful green heavy aircraft that remained in the enemy fleet.

These were high-risk targets that had to be eliminated, and letting any one of them go could pose a serious threat to the Starhawk bombers.

Another burst of intensive explosions.

Immediately afterwards, the self-defense turrets on the Starhawk bomber box formation also began to rain down laser fire.

With the help of the Thinker's auxiliary aiming array, the gunner tried his best to shoot at the air-burst rockets that were not intercepted.

For a moment, lasers scattered all over the sky.

Those remaining fish that escaped the net exploded one after another.

But the greenskins still had a group of surviving air-blast rockets that burst out of the explosion smoke and headed straight for the Starhawk bombers.

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