Chapter 305 05.0304: "Machine Soul Substitute"

Horatio adjusted the direction so that Fasha's Skyhawk One would pass by the fighter plane he was piloting.

The maneuver was clean and neat, with a beautiful arc and no extra energy was wasted.

When Fasha passed by the commander's body, she was surprised to find that.

This commander of mine...his hands weren't even on the joystick???
A dendrite extended from the index finger of his prosthetic iron hand and connected to the fighter control device, leaving a dendrite interface for the mechanical priest to connect to the machine soul.

In addition, his hands were not gripping the joystick at all, and the joystick seemed to be twisting on its own.

For Horatio, to fly this fighter plane, all he had to do was make the machine spirit obey his will and then issue the commands he wanted.

This includes offensive and defensive maneuvers, missile launches and laser cannon fire, all with no lag compared to pilots operating manually.

This left the female pilot dumbfounded.

She didn’t remember that her superior had studied in the Adeptus Mechanicus?
Could it be that... the 43 planes he shot down in the simulation training were all shot down by controlling the fighter plane in this way? ? ?

At this moment, Anya Fasha realized firsthand why the Gothic Fleet valued this young man so much. They ignored his disadvantage of being so young and directly made him a lieutenant, allowing him to independently manage the aviation department.

He does have some skills.

This made her even more interested in the young officer's mysterious background.

[Oh~ This is really interesting. Then, 'Second Lieutenant', let me see your superb flying and fighting skills.]
The female pilot raised the corners of her slender mouth and licked her red lips lightly with the tip of her tongue.

The fighter planes surrounding the Lord Daros and the Indefatigable began to head towards the only formation of Doomsday Fire bombers that could pose a threat to the ships.

As the first warship to charge, Lord Darros was inevitably attacked.

With the furious pilots desperately trying to stop them, the Doomfire bombers could only drop melta bombs without precise aiming.

This type of delivery has a low hit efficiency, let alone precise strikes on high-value areas. We should be thankful that we can successfully throw the melta bomb out under the anti-aircraft fire.

Of the dozen near misses, only a few hit the ship's spine.

Horatio and the fleet flew over the huge ship and looked at the hole in the spine.

The secondary fire caused by the bombing has been extinguished by the damage control department, and the Mechanical Priest is leading the team to repair it.

Except for minor damage to the navigation tower, other combat-related parts are still functioning normally.

However, the missiles from the fast-death fighters, which were not being closely guarded, penetrated the gun shields, destroyed the rotating structures of several macro cannons, and successfully killed and injured some contract workers and gun crew sailors.

Before the damaged macro cannon received emergency repairs from the Mechanical Priest, it could only shoot whatever it aimed at within a fixed firing range.

Although these extremely fast and maneuverable little flies cannot cause significant damage to the hull, they are quite good at damaging auxiliary combat components.

When the Thinker finished his calculations, Horatio used his will to command the Machine Spirit to lock onto the target and launch the missile.

The loyal missiles took off, chasing the enemy planes relentlessly. Three of the targets were successfully hit and blown up, turning into empty wreckage.

Other missiles that were interfered with and missed their targets also exploded the moment they passed over their targets.

Thousands of large fragments damaged enemy aircraft in the formation, impairing their ability to maneuver.

Soon, the three squadrons of the 335th Brigade, which were at the forefront, pretended to attack the bombers and engaged in a fierce battle with the fast-death interceptors that swooped in to block them.

The 217th Squadron, hiding on the starboard side of Lord Daros, quietly passed by the ship.

By the time the Death Fighters discovered the Imperial Navy's tactical strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, it was already too late.

They fell into Horatio's trap, and the bombers were surrounded. Some of them wanted to break away from the entanglement of the 335th Brigade, and when they returned to provide support, they were forced back by dense lasers and rain of fire.

Any fast-death fighter that wanted to return for support would not only lose its acceleration advantage due to turning, but would also hand over its tail six points to the pilots of the 335th Squadron.

"Skyhawk Squadron, Tornado Squadron is responsible for intercepting the bombers. Hurricane Squadron has a small team to maintain an altitude of 5 kilometers to guard against the sixth batch of fast-death fighters in the rear."

"As you command, Commander."

The various formations immediately dispersed, chased after the Doomsday Fire bomber, and began to fire at its power system.

It is more efficient to destroy the power system from the engine nozzle than to shoot at the thick-skinned and armored aircraft. Moreover, the aircraft that has lost power will become a fixed target for the battleship's close-in defense guns, and the Fury Squadron will no longer need to spend much effort to deal with it.

However, even if the 335th Squadron intercepts the fast-death fighters accompanying the escort, it does not mean that the 217th Squadron can sit back and relax.

The fast-dying fighters that failed to escort in the previous waves are still cruising around.

After the first two waves of fighter planes of the Imperial Navy returned with thick smoke and red gun barrels, the two squadrons of the Indefatigable had become the interception squadrons with the longest fighting time in the entire battle. After intercepting this wave of bombers, the entire wing had to withdraw to the Indefatigable for rest.

After the main force returned, it was replaced by a reserve squadron left on each side of each ship. Before the next wave of attack sorties was completed, the number of Imperial Navy aviation teams on the field would be lower than that of the Chaos rebels.

With the help of the dendrite link and the bird's-eye view of the command hand, even when Horatio was flying the plane, it did not affect his dual tasks of covering Captain Fasha and commanding the combat tactics of the aviation wing.

He judged the overall situation of the surrounding airspace from the information continuously sent from the aviation command bridge.

"Wingmen, the remnants of an enemy fighter are coming from our heading 251, be ready to provide cover and fight."

About 14 Death Shot interceptors, whose aircraft were not in good condition, roared in, their target being the Furies who were concentrating on hunting down the bombers.

With the real-time warning from his wingman Horatio, Captain Fasha broke away from the enemy without taking advantage of the perfect shooting window. He made an evasive maneuver to the side and avoided a volley of automatic shells fired from behind him.

The fast-death fighter took advantage of its faster straight-line acceleration to bite towards the tail of the Faxia plane.

At the moment when the two planes intersected, Horatio took action.

The rotating turret at the front of the nose and the wing guns were aimed at two different targets.

Under the self-calculation of the Thinker's machine soul, the machine body and the rotating turret pulled out the lead time by themselves, and fired two waves of short bursts in the automatically played binary hymn, destroying the two enemy aircraft that were biting its tail.

"Well done, 'little lieutenant', a perfect shot." Fasha praised in a joyful and seductive tone in the 'senior-staff' channel that only had two people.

She would only use the seemingly disrespectful exclusive title of 'little lieutenant' when she was flying and there was no one else in the channel.

"You fought well, Captain."

Horatio looked up and saw that the Doomsday Fire bomber that was hit by Fasha continued to jump forward for a distance, and then its engine helplessly shut down, and it moved forward in a straight line due to inertia, as if it stopped in the void.

The heretic pilot in the cockpit, who looked like a monster, was smashing the control panel in anger.

As a result, a flash of lightning passed by, and the profane flesh and blood immediately stiffened.

Soon, each aircraft reported its own shooting results and mission completion status.

Under careful alternating cover and the coordination of the anti-aircraft firepower network of the two cruisers and the surrounding small escort ships.

The 217th Squadron almost completely destroyed the fifth batch of bomber formations at the cost of only a few damaged aircraft.

For well-trained pilots, losses in air combat are usually disproportionate.

As long as the various machines and intelligence cooperate properly, it has been very common to achieve overwhelming results on the battlefield from ancient times to the present.

Horatio watched as the Lord Darrows, accompanied by two frigates, rushed toward the cleared minefield passage.

Seeing that the fighter escort had failed, the rebels' remaining fast-dying fighters began to gather and retreat, waiting for the next attack.

The Doomsday Fire bombers that were successfully withdrawn in the first five batches are being reorganized in the Star Fortress hangar.

The Imperial Navy also withdrew the damaged formation, leaving only two or three squadrons at the front to accompany the Lord Daros to charge forward and clear the remaining anchor mines that might threaten the safety of navigation.

With the help of shuttle boats and cranes, Horatio's two squadrons successfully recovered almost all the units that could be recovered.

Two Cobra-class destroyers were specially assigned to salvage the lifeboat that was floating in the void after they successfully ejected and escaped after being destroyed.

Captain Peru made a promise to the brave boat crew members who braved the hail of bullets to rescue the pilot by driving the tender.

For every pilot they salvaged, they received an extra pint of Grog on the day they took off from duty after the war.

A maximum of three pints a day is allowed, with one pint issued every eight hours, and any excess can be saved for redemption on the next rest day.

The pilots who were shivering with cold in the void were rescued aboard and received considerate treatment.

Blankets, heaters, hot drinks, hot showers, soft beds and pillows, and hearty meals.

For the pilots whose vehicles were shot down, the battle was over.

Only after the war will these pilots be safely sent back to their respective mother ships and board new replacement aircraft.

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