Chapter 292 05.0291: "Fierce Fight"

"Ah! Go! Huh!!!"

A rocket pierced through the thin haze that filled the vacuum after the explosion. The fart spirit inside it, feeling resigned from having survived a disaster, frantically pulled the control rudder and crashed into a Starhawk on the outside of the formation.

boom!
boom!
A massive explosion ripped apart the fuselage of the Starhawk bomber.

"Pray for the protection of the God of Machines. The machine is severely damaged. The air leakage rate is... 67 cubic meters per second..." A Mechanicus acolyte who served as a mechanic scanned the holes in the machine with his prosthetic eye and stood firmly on the steel floor in the strong wind caused by the pressure difference.

The servoskull floating beside him began calculating repair plans for the shattered structure before it.

In front of him, flying parts and cables dancing like mad snakes obscured everything. Molten metal and electric sparks continued to emit poisonous gases, but this did not affect the mechanic's analysis.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and tongues of fire shot out of the gap.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly! Ahhhh!" A crew member was running in the cabin, but was knocked down by a shock wave without warning, and then was despairingly engulfed by the leaking promethium flames.

Almost in an instant, the expanding raging fire engulfed the entire bomber cabin.

The burning Starhawk bomber broke away from the formation and tilted to the side out of control, drawing a lonely arc and burning alone in the void.

This was just the beginning, as balls of fire lit up one after another in the formation.

Some large shrapnel penetrated the side armor of the bomber. Some crew members inside were cut in half by the shattered debris, while others were unable to dodge and had their arms and legs broken by the deformed and bent ceramic steel structure.

"Report the damage." Horatio contacted the Star Eagle formation nearby.

"Two Starhawks were destroyed, three were damaged by shrapnel, and there were a small number of casualties. The combat effectiveness is expected to drop by 37%, but the combat mission can still be continued."

Meanwhile, Captain Fasha has engaged the enemy and is working with Horatio to command the interception brigade.

At this moment, both sides have used up all their missiles, and the next step is the most classic air battle of chasing planes.

The three intercept squadrons spread out, with two fighters in a group providing alternate cover, forming a classic 'leader-officer' configuration.

The furious fighter planes, exuding the cold beauty of steel, fearlessly rushed towards the disorganized and ferocious green-skinned aircraft group. The picture was like an army of angels in the sky swooping down on the army of demons attacking heaven from hell.

A fierce and brutal close combat exchange between the fighter planes began.

The Fury interceptors swooped down on the greenskin aircraft from a relatively high point with good training.

Under the experienced tactical command of Captain Fasha, all the Furious fighters of the Skyhawk Squadron had already increased their distance by climbing and hoisting before the enemy planes arrived, and all maintained a high acceleration.

So they rushed towards the greenskins as fast as hawks.

All the aircraft's laser weapons opened fire at the same time, and many of the green aircraft's live ammunition weapons also fought back in the confrontation, firing more than one burst of ammunition.

But lasers obviously fire faster and are more accurate than scattered live ammunition.

By the time the enemy's live ammunition barrage passed by, the Fury interceptor had finished firing, changed course, and flew past the barrage.

Many green-skinned creatures were blown up in mid-air in the first round of confrontation, but Fury flew away and turned around to hunt for the next target.

These pilots are all well-trained, with an average flight time of 600 hours, so they are no strangers to scientific warfare.

It shot and blew up more than a dozen crudely made objects head-on in mid-air, while only a few of its own aircraft were scratched, which was not a big deal for the huge 40-meter-long machine.

When the effective range allowed, the gunner of the Starhawk crew, with the assistance of the Thinker, operated the self-defense turret and aimed the twin gun muzzles at the Flying Boy fighters that were running around.

The box formation instantly turned into a fire hedgehog, becoming a mobile fortress with tight defense and abundant firepower.

The lasers were like waving red spears, stabbing at the approaching enemies, and many green aircraft were destroyed before they could get close.

A few Ork aircraft, spewing thick afterburner smoke, managed to rush into the formation, but they were soon either destroyed by self-defense artillery fire or driven out of the formation by furious fighters.

Based on the direction displayed by the auspex and visual confirmation.

A scattered fleet of orcs flew to the belly of the box formation. Horatio immediately said to the tactical commander Fasha:

"Captain Fasha, guard below the box formation. The enemy who thought of attacking from below where the bombers' firepower is weak must not be unintentional. They may have relevant experience."

"Skyhawk Squadron, dive to intercept the enemy planes below the bomber formation."

Captain Fasha's plane made a large-angle turn and dive maneuver.

If Horatio had not flown these void fighters and engaged in simulated air combat at Zhongsi Academy, he would definitely vomit at this moment in such a dazzling and dizzying maneuver.

The vestibular receptors in his ears could no longer tell where he was in the void.

The biggest difference between fighting in the void and in the atmosphere is that there is no reference point that can be seen at a glance.

When fighting within the atmosphere, you can rely on the horizon and altimeter to know your current flying altitude and direction.

The void fighter can only rely on the auspicious instrument and the horizontal gyroscope.

But a professional veteran like Captain Fasha only cares about the relative position of the wingman, and the rest is not important. Fasha pulled the elevator at a small angle, and the nose of the plane suddenly lifted up, directly pulling past the lead of an alien fighter that was passing in front.

For such an experienced pilot, she does not need to rely on the shooting direction indicated by the mechanical markings on the helmet.

She believed in her control over the lead time, and believed that her judgment was a little more accurate than that of Ohm Messiah's creation. This was the 'arrogance' unique to veteran pilots, but this arrogance was often very effective.

They prefer to call it 'feel'.

Jiong Jiong!

In a quick burst, four lasers were fired out, three of which hit the body of the green vehicle and blew it up in mid-air.

"Veronica, cover my 5 o'clock." As she was chasing an enemy plane, several machine gun tracer bullets grazed the cabin.

"No problem, Captain!"

The wingman performed a rolling maneuver and came from a high altitude to the back of the enemy plane without anyone noticing.

As the greenskin in the cockpit was still screaming and rushing forward, a short burst of rapid fire destroyed its engine, followed by the middle of the fuselage.

Lines of electric current were faintly visible from the green-skinned creature that had lost its power, and it looked like the capacitor had been damaged.

Bang! In just a few seconds, the entire green dirty plane exploded into countless pieces, floating in the cold void.

"Captain Fasha! There's one at 11 o'clock and one at 9 o'clock!" Horatio warned through the air intelligence control system.

"Veronica, I'm going to take care of the one at 11 o'clock. I'll leave the flank to you."

"I'm blocked, damn alien! Wait a minute!"

The Skyhawk II made a sharp dive to bypass the wreckage, then accelerated to full speed, trying to shake off the two green fighters that were chasing it and were shot out of the formation.

Boom!

Two machine gun shells fired from a long distance hit the left side of the Skyhawk 1, creating several small holes.

It was not serious, but the turbulence it caused on the aircraft indicated that the enemy plane was taking its life.

Once you get close, more than two machine gun shells will hit you.

Fasha made flexible defensive maneuvers while increasing his speed.

She looked around through the cockpit glass.

There was a huge battle going on nearby, with each plane trying its best to fight for life and death. She would not let the pilots risk being shot down to support Skyhawk One.

"Captain Fasha, please unlock the front laser cannon operation permission for me."

"Yes, sir."

There is a rotatable twin laser cannon in front of the navigator's seat. This powerful and unruly weapon usually requires crew members who have received training and are familiar with it for a long time to use it well. Unfortunately, these gunners are still recovering from their injuries on the ship.

Horatio's iron hand extended out of the interface dendrite and connected to the artillery-controlled meditator array.

With the ability of the Commanding Hand, he saw the position of his Fury Fighter and the battle situation around it from a bird's-eye view.

Two green-skinned creatures emerged from the Starhawk bomber formation and were swooping down from above.

Fasha's strategy was to speed up and disengage, but the large and small machine guns on the enemy plane were firing wildly and frantically, firing inaccurate bullets as dense as a rainstorm.

This barrage of bullets forced Fasha to turn the nose of the plane, otherwise she would be at a higher risk of being hit.

But doing so would give up the tail six o'clock of the aircraft to the enemy.

puff!puff!puff!
Unsure whether the enemy plane still had missiles, Faxia's fighter jets began to spray decoy bombs after careful consideration.

Heat, foil and noise bait burst out in short intervals, spreading a blooming silver flower in the void.

Horatio used his iron hand to command the machine souls of the Thinker array, and the machine souls turned the laser cannons and aimed them at the incoming fighters.

Bright and clear!
The laser rapid-fire cannon spewed out a series of dazzling flames.

The female pilot in the cockpit took the time to turn her head and saw a green-skinned creature swooping down from above being hit directly in the vitals by a precise laser, rolling over and exploding into two relatively harmless pieces of debris.

Then she stepped on the throttle again, flying past the large green interceptor that was rushing from the side, and at the moment when the two planes crossed each other, she pulled the trigger.

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