Chapter 293 05.0292: "Are you afraid? Normal"

"Boss! Boss! What the heck, the puff machine! What the heck, the puff machine!"

A fart spirit tied to the cockpit yelled.

"Hey hey hey! I'm almost there! What the hell is this big machine, so powerful, Waaaaagh!!!"

The Flying Boy piloting the heavy interceptor didn't listen to the Fart Spirit's reminder at all. He stared at the Starhawk bomber flying overhead with his big eyes wearing aviation goggles that he got from somewhere.

Even though he was far away, he could not wait to press the trigger device tightly, enjoying the vibration feedback from the warhead and delivering fierce firepower.

The rugged revolver gun spewed flames, and a hail of bullets was fired at the Starhawk bomber above.

Even though the belly-mounted self-defense turret tried its best to fire at the green aircraft passing under the fuselage, the target's receiving and visible area was too small when facing the nose of the interceptor that was coming straight at it.

The gunner of the targeted Starhawk's bottom turret had just seen the interceptor through the firelight and opened fire in less than ten seconds when the operating cabin he was in was shattered by scattered projectiles. Blood and flesh mixed with melted, cooled and deformed metal fragments covered the entire inside of the spherical turret.

Boom boom boom!
There was a sound like beating a drum. The belly of the Starhawk bomber was hit by several bullets and the air began to leak.

Bang!
A large hole was punched through the middle of one wing, and the promethium fuel leaking from the thruster was ignited by the tail of the tracer bullet, with a tendency to spread from the wing to the fuselage.

"Captain, there's a fire on the left wing! We are urgently cutting off the fuel supply."

"Let the Mechanicus Acolytes think of a way to put out the fire!"

"The promethium supply has been cut off. The self-fire extinguishing device has been activated." Under the emergency operation of the mechanic, the machine soul responded quickly.

"God Emperor, we can't take another round!"

"Bombardier reporting! There are interceptors coming from below!"

"Damn it, let the belly spherical turret destroy it! Otherwise we're dead!"

"Jace is dead! It's coming from our blind spot, we're going to get hit!"

"Be prepared to put out the fire!" The captain gritted his teeth and pulled down the red light in the cabin, so that the remaining crew members could adapt to the fire-fighting environment after the power outage in advance.

Just as all crew members were preparing to face the terrible fate of being destroyed.

A short and sharp burst of lasers instantly destroyed the cockpit of the abominable alien creature.

The bombardier looked through the transparent downward observation glass and saw a flash of the burning cab and the green-skinned alien running around and screaming with its body on fire inside.

A furious plane flew past the Starhawk bomber like an arrow, and bit the enemy plane in front of it relentlessly.

"This is Skyhawk One. The five enemy aircraft on the left have been cleared. The enemy aircraft are being driven away. The interceptor squadrons are beginning to disperse in pairs. We are approaching the enemy ship's anti-aircraft fire network."

Soon, confirmation replies from each squadron came through the communicator.

Horatio paid close attention to the array of command thinkers in front of him, while staring at the terrifying and hateful eyes on the bow of the green ship with his blue eyes.

The bombing formation was very close, less than 600 kilometers away from the target.

Once they get within about a hundred kilometers, even if the green-skinned creatures charging towards the Gothic 25th Battle Fleet have a short range of close-in defense artillery and the controlled aliens have clumsy and slow reactions, they will have to open fire.

Bang bang bang!
Sure enough, when the bomber array reached 200 kilometers, countless barrages fired from those "junk metal" rushed towards the bombing formation.

The eight- and even ten-barreled super-large pom-pom cannons on the greenskin battleships began to fire an astonishingly dense number of shells.

There is almost no accuracy, but the bullet covers a large enough area.

The density of the fire network is like a fire hedgehog in the physical sense. There are no blind spots in firepower from all directions. Pilots can only rush forward with gritted teeth. Whether they will be destroyed depends entirely on whether the Emperor of God and the God of All Machines are watching over them.

Some shells exploded in the air near the Fury interceptor where Horatio was, causing the aircraft to vibrate violently, as if it would disintegrate in the next second.

Buzz!!!——

A beam of green light that was getting bigger and bigger appeared from the green-skinned creature that looked like a satellite dish. As time passed, it became thicker and thicker, and the arc of its movement became larger and larger.

The Fury interceptors quickly dodged and avoided the barrage of fire, and the Starhawk bombers began to make defensive maneuvers by adjusting their altitude and spacing without disrupting the bombing formation.

It's sizzling!

Inside the war rock, a greenskin with a wrench and cables on his body smiled cruelly, and smashed the red switch with his rough fist, and a poisonous green electromagnetic beam with a little yellow was shot at the formation. The formation immediately dispersed, but the electromagnetic beam still instantly cut off the wings and tail of a Starhawk bomber, paralyzed the engine, and almost caused the bomber behind the formation to hit it on the spot.

Not surprisingly, the bomber caught fire as the well-sealed promethium fuel was ignited by the powerful electromagnetic current running through the fuselage, followed by the bombs in the bomb bay exploding under the high temperature.

The orange-yellow fireball devoured all the wreckage of the aircraft. No one could survive such a violent explosion. Fortunately, the bomber formation had already flown past the blast range, otherwise one or two more would have been dragged down and buried with them.

"So, 'little lieutenant', are you afraid? This is the most common combat mission for our Imperial Navy." The female pilot's intentional or unintentional chuckle came from the communicator.

This laughter was very natural and calm, as if she was not carrying out a high-risk mission such as rushing towards enemy ships, but an ordinary patrol duty.

"Want to hear the truth?" Horatio also chuckled, his voice gentle and calm.

"Ah."

"generally."

"Hmm?" There was a hint of confusion in the female pilot's voice.

When a person is rushing towards real danger, fear will make 99% of people unable to keep their mouths shut, and the remaining one will not even be able to move their mouths.

But the voice of this young superior was no different from before, very pleasant and natural.

It was like he was also an experienced pilot who had flown thousands of sorties, and he was really not defeated by fear and the desire to survive.

“Although I have never flown a plane towards an enemy group, I have used my own flesh and blood to lead the navy’s armed forces to board a plague ship full of zombies, defend the church’s holy land, face the Chaos Cultists, and wipe out the Blood Pact troops who boarded the ship.

The closest I came to death was when the blade was only about 3 centimeters away from my eye.

In one of the most devastating battles, more than half of my elite armed forces suffered casualties.

If I send you on a mission where there is a high probability of death, it must be that the time has come when the Emperor needs your sacrifice, and you will die a worthy death, as will I."

Horatio could naturally see what the female aviation captain meant by this action, and he also understood her concerns, so he spoke straight to the point without hiding anything.

"…I understand, sir. Please accept my apology."

The female pilot was stunned for a moment after hearing his experience. This relatively young officer had obviously far exceeded her expectations. She restrained her slightly frivolous tone and spoke in a serious and low voice, like a girl who had made a mistake.

She had heard before that this boss came from a prominent family in the Gothic Fleet, and his ancestor's bloodline was derived from the legendary Imperial Admiral Speyer.

As a result, some people began to speculate negatively about his officer qualifications and resume, and they could not help but worry about the fate of the pilots under his command.

Because of the incident in which the entire squadron was abandoned in the void by the mothership not long ago, she felt somewhat depressed.

The original intention was to use this attack mission to scare this overly young superior, who might have been airdropped here through connections, with the experience that every pilot has experienced when approaching the enemy ship.

So that he can be more restrained in future aviation command and not throw his pilots away as the cheapest coins and send them to make worthless sacrifices. Let him understand that the lives of naval aviation pilots cannot be treated as disposable items and thrown away at will.

But she then realized that she had obviously underestimated the young man's life experience.

The establishment of Imperial Navy officers is unlikely to be bought through money and connections.

There is never a shortage of noble children among the volunteers who want to join the Imperial Navy, but those from merely prominent families cannot pass the test of the Star Field Navy Department, which also has no shortage of descendants of top dignitaries.

He must have some outstanding qualities to become a naval lieutenant at such a young age.

"Pay attention, Captain Fasha, we are almost there. If you are interested in my story, we can chat over dinner after the battle and get to know each other better."

"Of course, sir. I'll get you back safely, and then I'll learn more about your story while I chew on my Grox steak."

"As long as you can complete the mission well and return alive, I can guarantee that you will have more than just Grox steaks, Captain Fasha. I promise you."

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