Chapter 380 05.0379: "Anya Fasha"

The shrill wail of air raid sirens echoed in the sky.

Fasha stared blankly at the sky dyed red by blood and flames, his dark eyes colored by the monstrous scarlet scene.

The one standing here was not the tall female pilot in her twenties, but a child who was only in his early teens.

The Chaos army's Hell Claw formations flew over Taran with impunity as if they were in an empty space.

One after another, heavy bombs fell with death screams from the belly of the Hell Claw fighter-bomber with the Chaos Eight-pointed Star welded on it.

An unclean blue glow fell on the desert city of Taran.

Under the intensive carpet bombing, these sand cities inevitably turned into a purgatory-like sea of ​​fire.

Houses were collapsing, people in traditional Talan robes were running away in panic on the road, injured children were kneeling on the ground crying, injured citizens were lying on the ground wailing...

"Oh, God Emperor, I pray that you will bless my little angel... that his soul will be redeemed after death..."

A father held the child he dug out from the scorching ruins, knelt on his "home" which had turned into ruins, weeping bitterly, and kissed the dead body of the baby with tears.

Soon, the tsunami of fire that swept in from behind him engulfed everything.

"Dad... Mom... Brother... Sister..." Tears welled up in Fasha's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and tried hard to control the tears from falling, as if that would represent some kind of failure.

Several tall warriors with their faces covered tightly and holding laser guns stood in front of the girl. The leader, a masked woman, squatted down, stroked Fasha's hair, and spoke gently while forcing herself to be alert.

"What a beautiful child. Don't be afraid, we are the Tallarn Desert Resistance, we will take you to safety."

The female resistance fighter, without introducing herself, took Fasha's little hand and led her and a dozen other children who had suffered the same fate away from the blazing ruins.

……

"How dare those running dogs of Chaos claim that our desperate counterattack was nothing more than vile revenge!"

“They dared to claim that according to the scriptures passed down by their evil god, Taran is their promised land and we are the invaders.

If we resist, they will bring death to us and our families!"

"Charge! Warriors of Taran, let us punish the traitors! Avenge those we love!"

"Attack! Attack! For the God-Emperor! For the Empire!"

Hundreds of masked soldiers raised their guns and shouted in unison. Their voices were so loud and high-pitched that it didn't sound at all like a tragic and heroic attack.

The masked woman walked up to Fasha, squatted down and stroked her hair as she did when they first met.

"We will strike, Fasha. We will free our lands from Chaos and avenge our families."

"Will you come back?" Fasha asked.

"..."

The masked woman blinked her beautiful long eyelashes, lowered her head and chuckled.

The unnamed female fighter of the Taran Desert Resistance pulled out an exquisite dagger from her waist and put it into Fasha's hand.

"Don't worry, we will definitely win. This is for you. It's my favorite knife. It's very convenient to use it to kill traitors. I hope you like it."

Then she stood up, picked up the laser gun, and got on the crude homemade gyroplane.

"Goodbye, Fasha." The rotors stirred up the wind and sand, and the woman gave a thumbs up and shouted loudly.

Soon, the fans at the rear of these homemade rotorcraft slowly rotated, and they slowly took off like dandelions, soaring into the blue sky, deep into the golden desert, and drifting into the distance.

"Wow! Dandelions!" Dozens of children nearby shouted excitedly as they followed the paths of the men and women flying away.

The majestic figures of the "Dandelion" warriors taking off into the sky were reflected in her eyes, filled with ignorant longing.

This was the last time Fasha saw these Tallarn Resistance fighters. She didn't know the name of the female fighter or who she was.

But she knew that these men and women were brave fighters who gave their lives to liberate the occupied areas of Tallarn.

The brave and fearless people of Tallarn.

……

"Name, age." The clerk of the Imperial Navy Air Force's recruitment of pilots did not even raise his head as he tapped the registration form with a feather pen.

"Anya Farsha, 16... oh, no, 18!"

Officer Mu raised his eyelids and glanced at the skinny, dark-skinned little girl in front of him who was still trying to stand on tiptoe to get taller. Then he frowned, and just as he was about to speak impatiently, he caught a glimpse of the exquisite Taran dagger at her waist, and the words turned around on his lips.

"Why did you choose to join the Imperial Navy Air Force?"

"Report to the commander! All my family members were killed by the bombs of Chaos' indiscriminate air strikes on Tallarn... I want to prevent this from happening again."

Anya Fasha took a deep breath, looked firm and spoke in a resolute tone.

The Imperial Navy Air Force recruiting officer looked at her determined gaze for a long time and then said slowly:

"Report to the Aviation School's Physical Examination Room tomorrow afternoon. Next!"

……

In the shuttle apron.

"Our air force lost more than 70% of its pilots."

"Lieutenant Fasha, you have the most experience and the highest rank here."

"Attack order! New attack order from the Aviation Department!"

"But we are almost out of manpower. We need to repair and replenish our manpower."

"Brothers and sisters of HNA, please fly again, for the civilians caught in the war... I will bear the brunt of it."

"Yes... Lieutenant Fasha."

That night, Fasha sat alone on the nose of the scarred Fury fighter, looking at the empty shuttle apron with empty eyes.

……

"Oh, Captain Fasha, do you need a bed partner?" asked the naval captain, who was dressed in bright and handsome clothes.

"If I need someone to help warm my bed, my wingman pilot, Veronica, can do it." Fasha chuckled and declined.

"Oh no, of course not that kind, I mean, the lover kind.

Of course, if you want to go further, that's fine, if you want. You know, like a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship or something like that."

"Wait until I finish my next sortie, Captain. I don't recommend you pursue a pilot from the Imperial Navy Air Force. If you're just playing around, you can consider someone else. I'm busy."

Fasha replied with a smile, holding the flight helmet under his ribs, and left without looking back.

"Hey, little Fasha, we're at Far Star! Huh? Why do we have to attack as soon as we arrive?" Veronica complained.

"Stop complaining and get going. This is our job."

"What? The mothership is leaving soon? But we still have so many people... This is an entire wing! How dare they?!"

……

[Am I going to die in vain like this... But I can still continue to fight...]
"Veronica, Verdin, Sipalan... can you hear me..."

"...No response."

"This is 'Skyhawk 1', nearby ships received, please respond..."

"...No response."

"This is 'Skyhawk 1', nearby ships received, please respond..."

"...No response."

"..."

A trace of despair flashed in Fasha's eyes as his body froze.

"Calling the Furious Crew 'Skyhawk 1', this is the Gothic Fleet 'Indefatigable', please reply." Suddenly, a young man's clear voice came from the communication device.

Her eyes, which were covered with a thin layer of frost, opened slightly and stiffly.

"'Skyhawk One'... received."

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