Chapter 298 05.0297: "Death Strike"

On the bridge, Horatio saw the interceptor squadron under his command, in the form of a large formation, piercing into the void with azure lightning from the eight shuttle aprons on one side.

The engine of the machine lit up like tiny fireflies in the dark and cold void, moving alone across the vast black curtain, beautiful and lonely.

When the squadron was assembled, it quickly rushed towards the scattered enemy ships on the right side of its own warship.

Although the command bridge also has a 360-degree all-round view, it is impossible for him to run a hurdle race around the nearly three-kilometer-long bridge among the dense and intricate pipelines and track the squadron's movements in real time.

However, the command platform reserved for the aviation command bridge was empty, without even an optical sensor, making it impossible to conduct commands.

After applying to the captain, he brought two second lieutenants to the highest observation bridge, leaving one person to guard the aviation command platform temporarily connected by the communications department and provide real-time feedback.

The observation bridge is at the top of the cathedral-like bridge, which is the spire of a Gothic church.

The area here is not much larger than a lighthouse or a church bell tower, but it has an omnidirectional view.

The captain of the lookout department is here with a second lieutenant and several reserve officers.

The lieutenant of the lookout department was observing with a second lieutenant at the bow lookout at the top of the plow-shaped bow, and Archie was also there.

"Welcome, Lieutenant Horatio. The air force you commanded performed very well in the battle. Now it depends on you whether we can stop the advance of those green-skinned beasts."

The captain of the lookout unit took the initiative to step forward and saluted the rookie lieutenant.

"This is the result of the joint efforts of the pilots, Captain. I hope they can succeed."

Horatio returned the greeting, and after a brief greeting, he immediately raised the single-tube telescope with advanced optical equipment and looked in the direction where the fireflies were heading.

The machine spirit in the telescope obeyed his will.

The electronic display automatically zoomed in and out, marking for him data such as the squadron's current course, number, enemy ship situation, and so on, and connected to the temporarily modified aviation control station in the command bridge.

"This is Skyhawk One, all squadrons, keep spreading out.

Tornado Squadron, Hurricane Squadron, keep two planes each to keep flank alert, and the rest of the formations are ready to follow me around from the bottom." The female pilot said as she looked at the first garbage ship.

"Yes, Captain."

The silver-armored angels of the sky held high the sword of Damocles and sailed to the bottom of the garbage ship with grace and swiftness.

Unlike the Boulder, although the bottom of the garbage ship also has anti-aircraft firepower, due to the weight inside the garbage ship, the turret hanging at the bottom can only be turned by hand, and cannot be easily turned by the green-skinned boys carrying it on their shoulders.

Those close-in defense artillery pieces were extremely heavy and bulky due to the hand-cranked operation. Although their firepower was equally fierce, it was extremely difficult to capture a swift sky angel like the Fury Interceptor.

The interceptors flew at full speed from below, and none of them were hit by the hail of bullets.

When the black shadow that blocked the light of the stars above their heads disappeared, the pilots of Alpha Team (Flight) of the Skyhawk Squadron, who were assigned an attack target by the captain, had successfully reached the stern of the first garbage ship.

They pulled the joystick and soared upward at great speed.

In that brief moment, the Contemplator array had already locked the location of the garbage ship's engines for the pilots.

Watch as the red frame on the screen gradually shrinks and eventually turns into a completely locked small green square.

"Skyhawk Squadron, fire freely. Tornado Squadron, attack targets B1 and B2. Hurricane Squadron, attack targets C1 and C2." Fasha ordered.

Then she pressed the red trigger button.

Whoosh whoosh.

The huge death strike missile, which could only be carried one on a single aircraft, detached from the hardpoint, ignited the propulsion section, and rushed towards the target. With the Emperor's fiery wrath, the missile slammed heavily into the greenskin's haphazardly put together engine group, which anyone would doubt whether it could operate normally.

With the help of precise locking and the Contemplator wetware inside the missile.

Following closely, several death-strike missiles also hit the target one by one and flew directly into the inner duct of the engine.

In the engine room, a shirtless greenskin who was shoveling ore looked up in confusion. He seemed to have heard some discordant whistling sound amid the roaring engine.

"Hey, Big Tech, is there something wrong with your engine?"

"What?" The master skill master glanced at the kid unhappily, baring his teeth, and was about to scold the kid who questioned his skills.

Then it pricked up its ears, as if it had heard something too.

Just as it turned its head to look at the engine unit with its intricate pipes in front of it.

boom!
A huge ball of blazing plasma flame burst in with countless torn and molten parts. The blazing hurricane of destruction instantly tore hundreds of young laborers, as well as the big mechanic standing at the engine control console, into pieces.

boom!
An even more violent explosion followed, breaking the engine duct pipe nearby and tearing the already unstable connection apart. The main structure of the engine left the main body of the garbage ship and flew into the void on both sides of it.

The engine of this junk ship was completely destroyed. Although the engine designed by the Great Technician for this ship allowed it to bear the brunt of the queue, after being hit, the huge energy release and the design of the engine groups being too close completely destroyed the entire power system.

"Alpha Squadron Skyhawk's launch mission completed, the target engine was completely destroyed." "Beta Squadron's launch mission completed, but the target engine was not completely destroyed."

"The Tornado Squadron launch mission was completed, and the power of the two targets was only partially damaged."

"Hurricane Squadron disabled one target and damaged the power of another."

"All squadrons accelerate back to the base and escape from the anti-aircraft fire network."

After the attack, the Fury squadrons were now at the top of the greenskin fleet.

All of a sudden, overwhelming anti-aircraft ammunition came towards the 217th Battalion like countless fists.

Bang bang bang!
The explosion of the bullet in the air made Fasha feel like he was riding on an unruly horse, and his entire body was shaking.

Snapped!
In the rain of fire, something seemed to pass quickly before her eyes.

She looked alertly toward the right cockpit windshield.

A twisted fragment smashed the left side of the glass and embedded itself squarely in the right side of the glass.

"Alarm, air leak, pilots please be sure to wear breathing apparatus."

The greenskins were obviously extremely angry at the insolence of these flies. For a moment, the missiles and rockets that were supposed to be reserved for the bombers flew towards the furious interceptors.

"Alert! Enemy anti-aircraft missiles detected."

"All squadrons, maneuver and evade! Spread the jamming bombs!" Fasha held the joystick tightly, and the palms of his gloves were already wet with sweat.

The angels in the sky quickly performed various large-angle evasive and defensive maneuvers, while decoy bomb groups were sprayed like flowers from the sky.

The female pilot bit the cross-shaped niche box that she had held in her mouth since the attack with her white teeth. Her temples were throbbing, adrenaline was secreted crazily, and she made quick evasive maneuvers.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a red cross signal suddenly pop up on the cathode ray tube screen and land on the overhead silhouette of a friendly aircraft.

"Faxia." Veronica's uneasy voice came from the communication device: "Veland has been destroyed!"

The female pilot turned her head and saw a Fury interceptor with black smoke and flames trailing its tail, which had already broken away from the Skyhawk formation and was diving downward.

"Alert, engine damage is 100%, right wing is broken, mid-ship structure loss is 67%, fuselage is on fire, circuits are severely damaged... Based on damage assessment, it is recommended to abandon the aircraft and eject. In 10 seconds, the ejection system will be automatically activated... 10, 9, 8..."

The machine soul's rigid and mechanical female voice warned the pilot in the cockpit without any emotion.

Since this type of Fury interceptor has a smaller crew, it is equipped with a life-saving device that can eject the entire enclosed cockpit.

The oxygen cylinders stored inside can allow the pilot to survive for three days, and there is also a small amount of flight survival food and a self-defense weapon pack.

But as for excretion, it is difficult for the pilots, as the small cockpit does not have enough space to install an extra toilet.

However, although the thrusters of this device have a descent-mitigating effect in the atmosphere, in many cases, especially when the altitude is below 1500 meters, the cushioning thrust is not enough to complete the descent deceleration, and the pilot will often be smashed into a pulp along with the cockpit.

Therefore, many pilots would rather try to use the furious aerodynamic structure to gamble an emergency landing than eject directly.

The pilot immediately pushed the ejection button with red and yellow warning grids.

Before the spreading fire reached the cockpit of the aircraft, the entire cockpit and the pilot were ejected.

Almost the next second after ejection, the entire burning plane exploded violently.

The shock wave of the explosion pushed the ejected cockpit far away.

This kind of high-speed 360-degree rotation must be very uncomfortable for the pilots inside.

But at least they were away from the path of the greenskin fleet's charge, avoiding the tragic fate of being smashed into pieces.

"God-Emperor, she is still alive. Pray that she can survive until after the battle and wait for us to return. All squadrons, count the damage."

"Three planes of the Tornado Squadron were damaged, one of which was severely damaged, with half of its wing completely broken off. The operation was almost unbalanced and it was unable to enter the shuttle apron. We requested the Aviation Department to tow it into storage."

"The Hurricane Squadron lost one plane. The pilot ejected successfully and moved away from the Green Fleet's route, but he was injured and bleeding. One plane was moderately damaged. The landing gear was damaged. I'm afraid it won't be able to land normally."

"All squadrons, cover the damaged aircraft and return immediately."

　Yay, the third episode of "Tithe" has the Imperial Navy fighting the Greenskins.

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