Chapter 304 05.0303: "Train Problem"

When enemy planes attacked, the ship's self-defense close-in laser cannons opened fire after a long warm-up, and dense lasers shot towards the fleet.

Even though there might be a risk of accidental casualties, the Imperial Navy's gun crews must do this without hesitation, just to stop these bombers loaded with melta bombs.

Those two rows of 500 kg melta bombs are no joke for an expeditionary warship that cannot return to the dry dock for rest in a short period of time.

The accompanying repair ships could barely fill the gaps caused by these melta bombs, but could not completely repair the damaged precision devices and gun groups.

The Skyhawk Squadron tried its best to intercept the enemy's fourth batch of bombers.

At this time, the distance between the Lord Daros in the front and the enemy aircraft was less than 100 kilometers.

It's very close!
Sweat continued to drip down Fasha's forehead.

The thumb that pressed the fire button had a slight cramp, the lining of the glove that was responsible for pulling the joystick was soaked with sweat, and her right leg was shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, the world she perceived was full of war, with nothing else. With her attention highly concentrated, time seemed to have stopped for her.

The heavy breathing almost drowned out the chaotic noise coming from the communication device.

She only had her eyes on the target, the four bombers in front of her that were rushing towards the battlecruiser Indefatigable.

Her mission, and the mission of the 217th Squadron, was to stop these dangerous and blasphemous poisonous insects, to prevent them from breaking through the void shield of the Indefatigable and dropping their bombs on the noble and elegant hull.

"217th Squadron, do your best to stop those bombers!"

"Fashia, we've been bitten on the tail! The fuselage is damaged! The wing is damaged!" The pilot of Skyhawk III responded hurriedly from the communication device.

They were also hunting down two of the Doomsday Fire Bombers.

But the fourth batch of quick-death fighters that arrived shortly after targeted them.

In principle, Fasha and Veronica were to cover these two friendly aircraft.

But now, there were three Doomsday Fire bombers in front of her, two of which were already emitting black smoke and were seriously damaged, and one was already on the verge of collapsing.

At this moment, she happened to bite the six points of the three enemy planes.

Veronica had already turned around and dived to support the Skyhawk IV which had been bitten on the tail.

Anya Farsha was faced with a train-like decision.

To support the comrades with whom you have fought side by side for many years?

Or intercept the bomber in front.

These three had been damaged, and perhaps they could no longer break through the Indefatigable's anti-aircraft firepower.

But...what if?
'Although I have never flown a plane towards an enemy group, I have used my own flesh and blood to lead the navy armed forces to board a plague ship full of zombies, defend the church holy places, 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.'

The young boss's words suddenly echoed in her mind.

On the command bridge, Horatio was staring at the enemy planes approaching like shuttles, and the 217th Interceptor Squadron that was fighting with them.

They had already paid the price of 8 planes shot down, 10 damaged, and 7 pilots killed.

Although the combat damage was much better than that of other interception squadrons, the losses were all elite pilots with thousands of hours of flying time.

These people are also the teaching brigade of the future interceptor aviation team of the Gothic Fleet. If one of them dies, there will be one less outstanding flight instructor.

The aviation team he led did their best to provide command and guidance to the pilots, provide air combat intelligence, and help pilots with damaged aircraft to get rid of enemy aircraft and fly back to the hangar as much as possible.

At the same time, luxurious full-process ground support was arranged.

As soon as the pilot lands, a whole team of support personnel will come forward to help, providing the pilot with energy drinks, medical care, and a brand new Fury fighter is on standby behind him.

Fasha moistened his lips and took a deep breath.

"Sorry. Skyhawk Three, I have to destroy the three enemy planes in front of me. Sorry..."

The captain's voice came from the communication device.

"Captain, kill them! I can hold on." The pilot of the Skyhawk III gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, and his hands desperately pulled at the joystick that was becoming increasingly difficult to control.

She glanced at the display screen and saw that the machine soul had marked the entire wing of her vehicle red and black, and most of the control lock had been broken.

The status indicator on the fuselage has turned blood red and is in a critical state of disintegration.

The aircraft had begun to swing its tail uncontrollably because a large hole had been created in the middle of the rudder by the automatic cannon.

All the information indicated that Skyhawk 3 was about to be shot down.

Fasha remained silent. The various lights in the void shone coldly on her face through the reinforced glass. Her expression was terrifyingly indifferent.

The only thing in her eyes was the blood-red tail flame of the bomber in front of her.

The slender fingers pressed the button, and after a short burst of fire, the engine of a Doomsday Fire bomber was destroyed and the fuselage tilted and deviated from its route.

She did not continue to fire and blow it up, but aimed directly at the engine of another Doomsday Fire bomber and continued to strafe and fire. In her peripheral vision, she saw a red cross drawn on the Skyhawk III in the formation system.

The female pilot pressed the fire trigger button tightly, turned the nose of the plane horizontally, and swept the fury of the laser cannon across the tail of the third Doomsday Fire bomber.

"Warning! Weapon overheated, emergency cooling in progress!"

She was breathing heavily, and sweat kept dripping down her cheeks, making her neck wet and itchy.

The female pilot pulled the fighter plane in an arc and turned eagerly to the left position where the Skyhawk 3 last came from.

The tail of the Skyhawk III had been riddled with holes from the automatic cannon, but fortunately the cockpit had already been ejected.

At this moment, the enemy plane that was tailing the enemy turned a corner and aimed its nose at the ejected cockpit.

"No! Despicable! Shameful! Honourless trash!" She screamed out of control and rushed desperately towards the fast-death fighter that was aiming at the ejection cockpit.

boom!
The automatic cannons on both sides of the Speedy Death Fighter opened fire!

The female pilot in the ejection cockpit closed her eyes exhaustedly, waiting for her impending fate.

"Do not!!"

She was already fast enough, but still not faster than the faster enemy planes, nor faster than the bullets fired from the machine guns.

boom!
A flash of explosion flashed into her eyes.

The female pilot blinked her dazed eyes.

She looked at the burning Death Speed ​​Fighter in disbelief.

It was a burst of precise bursts of fire that directly shattered the reinforced glass of the enemy plane's cockpit and burned the mutant creatures inside into charcoal.

The female pilot in the escape cockpit waited for a long time, then slowly opened her eyes tremblingly, surprised that she was not dead.

"Pay attention, Captain Fasha." A voice that was both strange and familiar suddenly came into the squadron's communication channel.

It was the voice of the young chief officer of the Aviation Department.

"Commander, you...how come you came here in a fighter plane?"

"There are too many enemy planes, and the Indefatigable has no air reserve. Now even the Starhawk bombers are being used as heavy fighters.

We are calling on all those with good flying experience to volunteer, and as the flagship aviation minister, I can lead by example.

It just so happens that this is your backup command aircraft. The command equipment on board allows me to command operations at the same time.

In addition, there were three officers on duty on the aviation command bridge, providing us with an air intelligence network in real time and giving me command advice.

According to the latest aerial intelligence.

The damaged bombers from the first few enemy attack groups had already returned, leaving only the fifth group heading our way.

Fight them off, and there will be a gap in the enemy bombing wave."

"Yes, Commander."

“217th Squadron, 335th Squadron, I’m Horatio, the aviation commander of the Indefatigable, and I’ve arrived at the battlefield.

The last wave of enemy bombers is heading towards the fleet, void position 375.603. Regroup, concentrate your strength and repel them.

335th Squadron, stop the quick-death fighters blocking the road.

217th Squadron, destroy the enemy's fifth bombing formation and make sure they never return."

"Yes, Commander!" The voices of the pilots regrouping were heard throughout the communication channel.

The pilots had never imagined that the chief officer of the Imperial Navy's flagship aviation department, who had always been in command, would one day board a fighter plane and fight alongside them.

"Veronica, you will temporarily serve as the wingman of Skyhawk IV, and I will cover the commander."

"Okay~ Captain Fasha." The crisis around was temporarily resolved. Veronica raised her eyebrows and responded in her mischievous tone.

Faxia knew what she was thinking as soon as he heard it, and said unhappily, "Don't tell me anything weird, or I'll punish you when I get back."

"Okay~ Captain~ I'm switching to the Skyhawk IV's formation communication~
Happy hunting~beep!"

The female pilot sighed, and using the wing commander's channel command authority, she pulled Horatio into her own 'senior-officer' communication channel alone.

"Commander, I will serve as your wingman and assist you in combat."

"Switch positions, Captain Fasha. You know how to deal with those bombers better, and I'll be your wingman."

"Then I'd better obey your orders, Commander."

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