Chapter 375 05.0374: "When in doubt, join the fight"

"Waaaaagh!!"

Facing the fighter planes that were rushing towards them, the cannon on King Kong's shoulder was operated by the green-skinned gunner, sweeping towards the incoming Skyhawk One.

However, the Fury was very fast and had a small frontal projection, so their strafing failed.

But when the Eagle 1 slowed down and rose, its wide belly passed over the top of the King Kong.

The greenskins immediately aimed their large guns at the huge black shadow and only fired for a few seconds before the Skyhawk One rushed to the rear, trailing black smoke.

The piercing alarm sounded in a loop within the flashing red fuselage, irritating the female pilot's eardrums.

"Alarm: Aerodynamic structure damage detected, aircraft cannot be operated, please eject as soon as possible!"

"Ejection safety check...ground height...579 meters...ejection survival rate...0%"

"Hold on! Skyhawk One!" The female pilot's hand holding the joystick shook violently along with the fuselage. Her clenched teeth trembled, and her wrists were bleeding from the edge of the flight gloves.

Horatio saw the Skyhawk 1 trailing black smoke flying behind the command post and immediately tried to make contact.

"Fasha, are you okay?! Please reply!"

"I am not injured, but the aircraft is in very bad condition. Tianying 1 is trying to make an emergency landing."

"Hold on, I'll find a way to send someone to support you right away."

"No!" She refused firmly: "Before defeating the greenskins, no matter how many people you send, they will just be a treat for the greenskins. Perform your duties, commander, and leave me alone. I can take care of myself!"

"..."

Horatio looked at the King Kong outside which was still pouring fire relentlessly. It tilted to one side but did not collapse. The boss inside spoke a harsh alien language in a short guttural sound, ordering the Big Gear to perform emergency repairs in an attempt to stabilize and save this strange war machine.

Then he looked at the armored units slowly appearing in the distance on Highway 54.

That was one of the two reserve forces left by Sir Wellesley. A whole company of Leman Russ tanks and heavy dragoons riding Chimaeras had been assembled and were coming to the rescue.

"Mr. Cochrane, the 3rd Squadron Armored Company E and Heavy Dragoon Company G are at your disposal." Sir Wellesley's portrait appeared on the holographic communication device: "Remove the obstacles and fight back!"

"Thank you, sir. I will remember this favor."

"Britain already owes you enough favors, no need to thank you. We, the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy, stand on the same front. Fight, brothers of the navy."

The man saluted him and then cut off the communication.

"Hold on! Reinforcements have arrived! An entire armored company and a mechanized company are about to join the battle. Hold on, warriors of the Emperor, we will never let the abominable aliens and traitors invade our supply lines today!" Horatio used the sound array to shout to the position below.

The blood-soaked and exhausted soldiers looked towards the sound array and tightened their grip on their guns.

"Destroy the aliens! Suppress the heretics!"

"Kill! For the Emperor, the Queen, and the Empire!"

"kill!!!"

With the roar of the armored engines, the soldiers, whose morale was boosted, once again roared loudly and launched a firm and resolute counterattack against the enemy who was approaching the supply lines and the airport.

In the sky, Anya Fasha gave up the fatal ejection. She chose to hold the joystick tightly, trying to maintain the balance of the broken-wing fighter and make it land urgently.

"Altitude... 430... Altitude 310... Altitude 220..."

Seeing the reading on the altimeter getting lower and lower, she pulled the joystick hard, trying to keep the nose of the plane pointing upward.

Soon, through the plane window, she saw the lush treetops in the distance.

She didn't know how many kilometers she had slid.

Maybe it was ten kilometers, maybe not. The only thing she saw before her was the blue sky filled with smoke, with no object to refer to.

[God-Emperor bless me, I hope I won’t fall directly into the pile of greenskins…] she prayed.

The next second, the machine rushed into the dense jungle, breaking countless branches and twigs, and fell heavily to the ground. Snap! Snap!
The ground was plowed out into a long gully as if by an excavator, and a mixture of flying tree branches, sand and rocks was constantly splashed onto the bulletproof windshield of the aircraft.

The outer layer of bulletproof glass had been smashed into pieces by the extremely fast initial velocity projectile, and the inner layer was also covered with cobwebs, but was bonded together by the middle layer of buffer filling.

The female pilot sat in the driving seat for a long time without being able to move. After a while, she let out a faint sound of inhalation.

She felt like her body was about to be shattered.

The impact she felt from somewhere made her glad that she was not a man. Even so, she still felt pain and numbness in her hips and entire waist.

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The Skyhawk 1 rubbed against the ground for a long time before it stopped. The female pilot was firmly fastened to the driving seat by the seat belt.

The huge impact caused the detached Thinker operating panel to hit her flight helmet hard, and the eyepiece was completely shattered. A stream of blood flowed from her forehead, and her head drooped weakly on her chest.

"Fashia! Please answer if you get it! Please answer if you get it!" Horatio called out anxiously while holding the intercom, but there was no response from the other side.

He frowned, took a deep breath, and cleared his mind. Now only after solving the imminent threat in front of him would he have the energy to send troops to the crash site to check and rescue.

The crooked body of King Kong slowly straightened up, and the huge spear on his shoulder was once again aimed at the command bunker.

Just as the officers in the command bunker took out their weak defense pistols and prepared to make a final desperate resistance that was more symbolic than practical, Horatio rushed out of the bunker's observation tower and jumped up.

In mid-air, a huge bright red Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword appeared in his hand, which immediately reminded the greenskins who saw it of the legend of the blue shrimp who killed the big boss alone.

"It's him! That blue-skinned bully!"

"Ahhh!! It's the King's Red Saw!"

"The blue shrimp in the void is boarding the ground! Ah!!"

The green-skinned guys on the King Kong shouted loudly and were very excited. They even attracted the guys who were still fighting on the ground to stop and talk to each other.

The next second, a scream came from above King Kong.

At this moment, Horatio was on the shoulder of the King Kong, holding the chainsaw sword in his backhand and stabbing it into the face of a green-skinned guy who was operating a giant ram.

Then he drew his sword nimbly and moved swiftly between the green-skinned guys who were rushing towards him with big swings and slashes.

In a flash, several knives cut through, and the tall green-skinned guys surrounding him fell to the ground one after another.

There was a terrifying red light in his eyes, white steam was rising from the iron hand holding the Holy Blood Chainsword, and he rushed straight towards his target.

After running and accumulating strength, Horatio jumped and chopped the crude steel door on King Kong's forehead with a sword. The rapidly rotating teeth gnawed at the steel, sparks flew on the contact surface, and soon a rectangular hole was opened that was big enough for him to enter.

All the greenskins in King Kong's big head stared blankly at the blue shrimp who rushed in alone. Although they held big guns in their hands, they did not fire. They had more or less heard the rumors about this legendary shrimp.

This is not only because Horatio activated the war horn, forcing the greenskins to engage in close combat, but also because these greenskins also wanted to kill this blue shrimp with their machetes and pliers, to prove their bravery to Brother Go, Brother Mao, and the surrounding boys and big guys, and maybe even become the new boss.

But before carrying out such delusion, one must instinctively submit to the tyranny of the strong.

They all looked at the green-skinned boss who was sitting on the tattered command throne. He was huge, with flesh and iron wrapped around his body. At first glance, he looked like he was trapped in a big iron killing can.

　Thank you readers for your concern. She had a large craniotomy and is now conscious, but has some postoperative amnesia and concussion, but still remembers me. She will be transferred to a rehabilitation hospital the day after tomorrow for postoperative rehabilitation and brain rehabilitation.

　　You must wear a helmet when riding a bike! If she had worn a helmet, none of this would have happened, and she would have only had minor scratches at most.

　　Recently, I have been taking care of her while squeezing out time to continue writing my book, trying not to delay updates as much as possible.

　　She had a head injury and I didn’t know if she could continue to work in her original job, and I didn’t know if the company would want her after the employment contract ended. So I had to be prepared for her to be unemployed.

　　When I was writing this plot, I didn't know that she was in trouble. It would have been great if she had worn a helmet like Fasha.

　　For the subsequent content of this book, I hope that both I as the author and the readers will not substitute my real-life experiences into this book.

　　After all, I am just an ordinary clerk sent by the God-Emperor to record the life experience of War Marshal Horatio Cochrane. My real experience is not equal to that of the protagonist in the book and cannot be substituted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)