Chapter 365 05.0364: "Aerial Assault"

As the missiles got closer, both sides began to launch decoy bombs, but they always maintained their formation and left their lives to luck and the interference coefficient of their decoy bombs.

The strange and quiet relative flight lasted only a short while before bursts of air explosions, flying debris and black clouds appeared in the enemy's air cover squadron.

According to rough estimates, about 60% of the targeted fighters were successfully shot down, and the remaining missiles flew away following the decoy missiles.

Those lucky ones who survived by relying on decoy bombs continued to search for the enemy, proving that these enemy aviation pilots were also well-trained.

"Spread out! Avoid enemy missiles!"

After achieving the hit, Fasha immediately issued an emergency evasive order.

The two squadrons immediately began to disperse, using decoy bombs and large maneuvers to evade missiles.

For a moment, Horatio felt as if he was being sucked into his seat as Fasha performed an evasive maneuver in the atmosphere with a force of up to 30G.

"Uh...heh...ah!" the sound was forced out through Horatio's gritted teeth.

It was not a pleasant feeling, as if an invisible hand had slapped him on the seat. Horatio could even feel his internal organs moving slightly.

Now he finally understood why airline seats used a soft, semi-enclosed structure.

The high-G maneuver continued, Horatio's vision began to darken, his labored breathing became rapid, and his heart was pounding.

Gradually, his perception disappeared bit by bit, and he even lost the confirmation of his own existence.

The dilated pupils began to roll upwards.

call out! boom!
call out! boom!
One after another, missiles flew past the Skyhawk 1 which was performing a large maneuver.

Their flight paths were very strange, as if they were drunk, with shaky trajectories that made it impossible to lock onto them accurately. Each time they were off by a long way, just barely passing by the fuselage, or mistakenly thinking they had hit it and exploding in mid-air.

The EW electronic warfare Starhawk electronic countermeasures are the result of interfering with the enemy's missile's built-in locking system and avian radar waves.

Anya Farsha's hand holding the joystick trembled with the high-G maneuver, and her facial muscles rippled like water waves. Her plump lips were now tightly pressed against her gums, causing saliva to overflow from the corners of her mouth and slide down her cheeks.

This is an extremely painful struggle, with the G-force even approaching 40.

She too had black vision, blood rushing backwards, and her breathing was rapid.

But as an ace pilot with thousands of hours of combat flying experience, long-term flying allows her to last longer than Horatio.

boom!
A Fury from the Falcon Squadron was unfortunately hit by a missile while performing a high-G turn, and the pilot ejected from the cockpit.

Although the power unit is not long and the equivalent is not large enough, the advantage of the small size is that these radar-indexed missiles have better and larger turning G-values ​​than Skyfire missiles, up to 35, making them terrifying and difficult to get rid of tracking opponents.

Unless you perform a high-G maneuver close to 45 like Fasha, it is easy for a large fighter like Fury to be hit.

Two others were damaged by fragments from near-missile strikes, but for a 40-meter-long heavyweight, as long as it can fly, it's fine.

After enduring dozens of excruciating seconds, the rest of the missiles were dodged.

Due to the interference of the EW electronic warfare Starhawk on the enemy's radar divination-indexed missiles, only one fighter in the first echelon was shot down, and the pilot successfully ejected and escaped.

After completing the evasion, Fasha maintained level flight for a while to ease her condition. She was breathing heavily, and when she had some strength left, she heard Horatio's faint panting from the internal communication channel.

"'Little Captain', are you awake? It must have been very painful just now."

Horatio, who had just recovered from the blackout and fainting, just stared blankly in front of him. After more than ten seconds, he blinked his eyes and came back to his senses.

"God-Emperor, the G-value of Black Vision..." He swallowed, "I think the maximum value should be 45."

"45, lasting 11 seconds. Sir, one of our aircraft was shot down and two were damaged in this exchange of fire. The downed pilot has landed successfully."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." After his brain restarted, Horatio immediately sent the crash coordinates to the Cobra destroyer parked in the suborbital orbit through signal transmission.

A Valkyrie fighter loaded with fully armed Hell's Vanguards was already on standby at the docking station. It took off immediately after receiving the order and opened the rear door when it arrived at the Karmen Line of the Far Star.

Four Hell's Spies jumped out of it and made a direct suborbital landing.

They were the crash rescue team that Horatio had arranged. The pilots could not survive in the enemy-occupied area relying on their own survival kits.

Once discovered by enemy patrols, a miserable fate would await them, and even a quick death would be a luxury.

The rebels would use unimaginable means to treat these pilots who caused them heavy losses. Based on what Horatio had learned before, the mere thought of it was chilling.

Horatio certainly would not let his elite pilots, the only member of the Gothic fleet, be lost like this.

Four barely visible fireballs streaked across the sky, and the Hell Snipers that fell from the sky landed near the crash site at the fastest speed.

Relying on the previously agreed-upon commands and signals, they found the pilot who had been hiding as soon as he landed. The four men took the pilot and set out on a route to bring him to a safe area.

At night, a Skyraider night stealth Valkyrie fighter will follow the safe air corridor and bring the Hell Snipers and the downed pilots safely back to the Imperial Navy Air Force Base.

Back in the sky, the naval aviation's air confrontation squadron immediately assembled and launched a close-range combat attack on the enemy that took off.

Although this atmosphere and void dual-purpose Fury is 40 meters long, its maneuverability is no worse than that of the Hell Claw fighter-bomber.

A fighter-bomber is still a fighter-bomber after all, how can it be a match for a professional interceptor.

Soon, those surviving fish were beaten to pieces by melee bullets and close-range laser cannons.

Anya Fasha was even able to allocate Alpha Team of the Skyhawk Squadron to provide air escort for accompanying squadrons on other combat missions.

As the close air combat broke out, the air defense weapon arrays around the enemy's air base also turned on their air search radars.

Its signal wave was immediately captured by the alert Predator fighter jets flying nearby.

Horatio saw rippling red circles marked on the war sand table, which were the areas where potential enemies might exist.

Although he was not sure of the exact location, as long as he had a rough range, all he had to do was to have the pilots fire Death Strike ballistic missiles over there and drown them!

He used the equipment on board the French command ship to send parameters to the Fury fighters that were tasked with countering and destroying ground-based air defense threats.

Because the air defense forces guarding the airport will not maneuver around like field air defense forces, their positions are relatively fixed.

In order to ensure the destruction rate, Horatio spared no expense in launching a large-scale operation such as the Death Strike Ballistic Missile.

"Parameters have been calibrated, launching in the specified direction!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Dozens of huge death-strike ballistic missiles, emitting billowing white smoke, flew from an altitude of ten thousand meters towards a target nearly a hundred kilometers away.

This ballistic missile is launched from the air and can reach much farther than an air-to-ground missile.

Although the accuracy is poor, the landing point deviation may be hundreds of meters.

But they are using ballistic missiles, and dozens of them are fired at a fixed airport. What does a deviation of a few hundred meters matter?
Just blow it up!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Soon, a huge mushroom cloud caused by the explosion rose into the sky and was clearly visible in the sky.

Against the backdrop of the raging fire, the snow-white terminal was twisted and collapsed by the heat wave.

Even though he was a hundred kilometers away, Horatio felt that the fire was so blinding that his eyes began to ache and tear up after just staring at it for a while.

He had to turn on the light filtering module on his helmet.

"It is estimated that more than 89% of the air defense units around the airport have been destroyed. The air search radar signal wave has disappeared!"

"Each squadron will conduct air-to-ground strikes on the enemy airfield in accordance with the designated combat sequence!"

At Horatio's command, all the Emperor Raptors displayed their sharp claws and pounced towards their targets in the airspace of the safe sky corridor with extreme ferocity.

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