Chapter 294 05.0293: "Carpet Bombing"

In the dark void.

Various huge shadows and powerful projectiles kept passing through the space near Horatio, and the invisible shells with tail flames whistled and cut through the cold void.

Those with long tails of flame and puffs of thick smoke are often the greenskins' rocket-extended-range shells.

The barely visible part, with a pure metallic sheen flashing in the air, was the huge, heavy artillery shell of the Imperial Navy, engraved with the Sky Eagle and the Book of Proverbs.

The Imperial Navy kept a long distance from the greenskin warships and exchanged fire, with the battle line forming a semi-arc.

Led by the Moon-class cruiser Lord Daros, the entire formation was like a giant snake winding in the darkness.

At such a long distance, even the macro cannon shells had to fly in the air for a long time.

The Imperial Navy relies on well-trained gunnery officers, sophisticated sighting and locking equipment, advanced Cogitator gun control arrays, and a ballistic calibration team in the lookout atop the bridge.

Through the continuous coordination of hundreds of people, they can firmly lock on to the visual centimeter-level target thousands of kilometers away. The light spear will hit the target every time it is fired. Even the macro cannon can still maintain a hit rate of about 40%.

This is equivalent to hitting a target that is less than 1500 meters long and constantly moving within a distance of 10 meters, and the hit rate can be maintained at around 40%. The skill level is already quite high.

The artillery on the green warship was also outputting firepower violently.

In the dirty and smelly loading bay, the green-skinned overseers whipped the fart spirits and towed trailers filled with shells of various sizes.

The strongest guys picked up the shells of different sizes, stuffed them roughly into the breech blocks that could fit, and then fired them from the barrels of "similar caliber".

Theoretically, these shells, which have no stable chamber pressure, are of different sizes, and cannot even fit the inner diameter of the barrel, can only fly around randomly in the void in irregular straight lines and curves. The shooting dispersion is extremely large, making it almost impossible to get an effective hit, and they may even explode directly.

But as long as they can get it in, these greenskins don't care about that. They just think they can get it out if they can.

Although the accuracy is questionable, it is nearly 1,500 kilometers away.

With the magical power of 'I think I can hit the middle and lower'.

The artillery control master actually used that extremely crude and backward-looking battle-damaged modified artillery scope that was captured from some annihilated Astra Militarum artillery unit, and directed the shooting at distant Imperial targets, and occasionally hit nearly a quarter of the small and medium-sized artillery shells.

The success rate, which should have been one in a million, was now so high that it was totally beyond common sense and logic.

And as the distance gets closer, the hit rate is still increasing.

A rocket fired from the gun barrel had a screaming fart spirit locked inside it, causing ripples on the Moon-class cruiser.

The explosion mixed with all kinds of scrap metal fragments was like a heavy bomb, causing the void shield to change colors brilliantly, and creating a large wave of ripples and fleeting flames.

Immediately afterwards, the greenskins' electromagnetic cannon, whose principle was unknown, made a crackling sound, split the void and hit the void shield of the Indefatigable directly.

Without the protection of the void shield, the damage would have been severe. At least the outer layer of armor would have had an extra hole that would have taken the mechanical priest weeks to fill.

However, the expeditionary fleet was in a situation where it could not return to the dry dock for repairs at any time.

If the expedition is to continue, the fleet and ships must not suffer too much damage before reaching the target location.

Under the guidance of this more conservative combat idea, the expeditionary fleet's primary goal in all non-important void battles along the way is to preserve the fleet's strength until it reaches the target war zone's space domain.
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"The bomber formations are approaching their targets."

"Start to break away from the box formation now."

"May the Emperor of God bless you."

The Starhawk bombers began to leave the box formation one after another, spreading out like flowers, each forming a triangular wedge-shaped attack formation.

Rushing towards their respective goals.

At this distance, Horatio could clearly see the close-in defense artillery on the greenskin warship that was spewing dense fire.

It was a huge thing operated by several greenskins and countless fart slaves.

Two parallel rows of eight-gun guns poured fire upon him with a bang.

Based on the mutual influence of the barrel wind as the gun barrels fire.

Combined with the various captured gun barrels that had been worn down to the point of being almost smoothbore, these firing cannons were not accurate at all, but they were good in terms of quantity and capacity.

The Starhawk bombers began dropping plasma bombs on the green-skinned anglerfish-shaped warships.

The 24 Starhawk bombers that were heading straight for the giant rock had already opened their magazines filled with melta high-explosive bombs.

"It's now! Guys! Release our big Jiba's newly assembled Jiba machine!"

"Yes, boss!"

Horatio saw a sudden burst of red dots appear on the screen.

"God Emperor...that is..." Fasha's pupils shrank as small as needles, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the fighter jets spewing out of the enemy ship's pipes in disbelief.

She would not make a mistake, that was the Fury Fighter captured by the greenskins.

In other words, it is a modified Void Fury that was assembled from captured Fury interceptors and other crusher machines that were once captured by the greenskins, and it has been modified beyond recognition.

They were equipped with additional rocket boosters and seemingly redundant wings. The originally slender and elegant fuselage was roughly replaced with a more rugged and huge engine that did not match the size.

It's like a flower bud that has been forcibly stretched open at the tail and is over-inflated.

The fuselage was equipped with all sorts of weird and strange modifications, including an electromagnetic cannon made from a satellite radar dish, and the twin laser cannon on the nose was replaced with a rusty and dirty cannon.

The fuselage was covered with orc totems, and an orc's adamantium monster face was put on the front of the cockpit.

Horatio shook his head. This was simply a captured female knight, her body stuffed with crudely made weapons, and then forcibly painted with blasphemous battle patterns, with an orc mask on her face, being shamefully ridden onto the battlefield by green-skinned orcs and fart goblins.

Now, these profane machines were rushing towards the 24 Starhawk bombers bombing the giant rock at a faster, faster and more violent acceleration.

Shortly after coming out of the pipeline, these modified vehicles released missiles.

The Starhawk bomber instantly detected the locking signal from the Imperial missile, and the pilot immediately began spraying decoy bomb sets.

Theoretically, when releasing decoy bombs at such a close distance, there is a high probability that the Skyfire missile will be missed.

But somehow, one of the skyfires turned strangely, and with the greenskin's "I think I can hit it", it hit the engine of one of the Starhawk bombers.

The raging fire destroyed the engine group, and soon the Starhawk bomber, which had lost power, was torn to pieces by the anti-aircraft fire on the huge rock. The greenskins operating the turrets said that it was as easy and refreshing as shooting at a fixed target.

Distress signals and the screams of dying people in flames echoed in the squadron command channel regardless of communication rules.

"Captain Farsha, we must destroy these abominable modified creations."

"I agree, sir. I will command the Skyhawk Squadron in the fight, and I'll leave the Squadron in your command."

"Tornado Squadron, immediately cut in at an obtuse angle with Skyhawk Squadron to intercept the enemy aircraft." Horatio took action and used his finger dendrites to convey his will to the command system.

"Gale Squadron received."

The eight Furies immediately began to maneuver while avoiding the heavy artillery fire.

The Starhawk bombers began dropping bombs under fierce anti-aircraft fire.

One after another, plasma bombs emitting blue fluorescence fell on the huge and bloated hull of the green-skinned, dilapidated ship.

The metal below began to dissolve and collapse under the erosion of the plasma fireball. Many greenskins and fart spirits were instantly roasted to carbonization while screaming. The hull caught fire, burning all the way from the surface to the deep compartments inside the ship.

Of the 24 Starhawk bombers that attacked the giant rock, except for one that was destroyed by anti-aircraft fire and one that had its bomb bay baffle damaged and could not drop bombs, almost all of the remaining 22 flew over the meteorite emitting thick black smoke.

The massive melta bomb rushed towards the center of the boulder with the help of the spark from the tail booster.

The moment he succeeded in hitting the target, the blinding light from the close distance forced Horatio to shield his eyes.

There was a thin atmosphere around the War Rock, and right after the explosion, there was a shock wave that caused the Furious Bomber he was in, along with himself, to shake violently, and finally there was a deafening explosion.

The flying boulder began to break apart from the middle and lower sections. The explosion shattered the lower one-fifth of the meteorite body, and the rest of the body became bumpy. Green-skinned, mosquito-like and fly-like flying farts and shoddy things kept spewing out from the cracked sections.

But judging from the overall damage, even Horatio had to admire how tough and durable these green-skinned creatures were.

If it were an ordinary void rebel ship, it would at least be in a state of near paralysis under the carpet bombing of 22 Starhawks, not to mention being completely disintegrated.

And this flying boulder was still charging forward. It looked like even two or three more rounds of bombing would not be enough to destroy its core area.

However, the countless pieces of debris floating in the void posed a hidden danger to the navigation of other junk ships.

The scattered debris forms a dangerous asteroid belt.

Some floating meteorites directly hit the nearby green garbage ship.

Horatio saw a sharp meteorite cut through the surface of the garbage ship in front of him like a sharp knife.

A terrifying gaping hole was instantly cut into the crudely made and uneven surface of the warship. The rubble easily tore open the surface of the armor, revealing the deeper cabins.

Rather than being a cabin, the inner cabin filled with feces and mushrooms was more like a greenskin hatchery.

Many orcs, greenskins and farts were sucked into the void through the rift.

The aliens comically tried to swim back, but their futile struggle only made them move further away.

"This is the Starhawk bomber formation. The bombing mission is complete and we are about to return. Beep! We are under attack from alien interceptors! Requesting support! Requesting support!"

"The interceptor squadron received it." Horatio gritted his teeth and replied despite the inertial force caused by the sharp turn.

Of course he knew that a new batch of more powerful and more formidable enemy interceptors were approaching.

Because the Sky Eagle Squadron was fighting with it at that time.

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