Chapter 327 The First Confrontation

12 Starhawk bombers, escorted by 20 Fury deep-space interceptors, left the giant Emperor-class battleship about 6 kilometers away. The powerful machine souls representing the dignity of the Empire were releasing nightmares from their flank hangars. These two huge heavy battleships were miracles in the 10,000 years of human civilization, especially the behemoths that achieved considerable success in the Gothic War. They have served the Empire since the Great Crusade.

It is said that during the Gothic War, an Emperor-class that had been floating in the subspace for 10,000 years reappeared in the real universe by chance. However, even in this case, after a simple repair, this behemoth can still attack again. Such resilience and its difficult-to-corrupt machine soul are rare in the history of the Empire.

And those fighters and deep-space tactical aircraft are the roars of the thick shields of the Imperial Navy. The Emperor-class heavy battleships carrying two squadrons command those brave little birds by obtaining crude intelligence from the enemy through the mobility of the outer light cruisers or frigates.

Thanks to the astropath who predicted that the enemy had only 30 warships converted from civilian ships, and most of them were light-weight aircraft, this plan came into being. The inferior aircraft of the traitors, such as the Orion-class interstellar clipper and the Blade-class high-speed merchant ship, were about 3 kilometers long. Their lightweight shields were not difficult to break, but their considerable forward speed made it difficult for them to be easily destroyed.

Ailanbaier speculated that they wanted to determine his genes and threw out this strange force, but he didn't know what those people relied on, psychic induction or secretly absorbing genes? But those things were not easy. It was obviously a fantasy to want to land on the enemy warship and obtain the genes of the flagship captain under disadvantageous conditions. With this ability, they could completely kill that person.

In any case, according to the lord's recollection, the most important thing is actually time, and then distance. Now a strange situation has emerged, that is, a huge fleet of a hundred can instantly collapse those light barges, but in order to avoid being locked by the enemy's commander system, they chose to use deep space fighters to drive away those bugs.

So far, the fighter groups in the void are talking, and their captain, an old soldier, wipes the brown close-fitting uniform on his body. That is the suspension wire pressure suit that all crew members on the Fury-class interceptor must wear to ensure that their blood does not gather in a state of weightlessness, because this fighter does not have artificial gravity, and can help fight against the terrible pressure caused by sudden acceleration and extreme gravity encountered in high-speed air combat.

This pressure suit pumps high-oxygen blood directly into the body through a spinal connector, and the servo contour of its helmet forms air pressure around to prevent personnel from fainting, while resisting the powerful propulsion force of the plasma fusion engine, which is more than 60,000 tons.

Even if the precision design cuts down the level of this 60-meter giant fighter, the pilot still needs to undergo several years of rigorous pilot training on Terra before he is qualified to sit on it.

Therefore, the veteran naturally has the confidence to regard himself as superior to others, until he rubbed the crotch of the uncomfortable clothes to adjust his external equipment, and then cursed with a hissing electromagnetic sound. "This mission is very easy, a few civilian ships, the enemy has no escort aircraft, it is a reconnaissance starship, to be honest, it is a bit of a waste of talent." His tone was very relaxed. Although this area is too far away from the star system and there is not much light, the void is originally dark. They rely more on those beeping auspicious instruments and the starship's own heat source and light to lock the enemy.

This is more difficult than identifying targets inside the atmosphere. In the case of possible communication paralysis, inexperienced pilots may bomb their own warships, and then his stupidity will be remembered by the entire squadron. This time the captain once again emphasized the war goal to make others realize that they are not fighting against warships.

When the captain turned off the communicator, he said to his partner, the gunner. "Aim well. Our anti-starship high-explosive bombs may not be enough. There are many enemies. Try to kill one with two rounds of ammunition. I don't want to be looked down upon by those Starhawk pilots. Don't forget that last time they called us short men who can't blow up ships. No man can tolerate this."

His dirty words are free and easy for this world. After all, his squadron is fighting with the largest civilization in the universe. Of course, he believes in his own car, but death is also commonplace and there is no way. The range of those close-in defense guns is not close, and the collision of warships is even more fatal. However, he believes that his sacrifice and the sacrifice of his comrades are the best praises for the emperor.

But he still doesn't want his comrades to die, so his sloppy temperament is not consistent with his steadiness. The veteran looks out of the window of the cockpit. His body is almost covered with complex electronic units. It looks casual, but those things are very important, so he never complains.

Finally, he flew with a standard side oblique vision, aimed at the flashing light of the enemy starship, and then pointed out the coordinate system on the team hologram with his finger. The communicator came with exclamations and the soldiers cursed. "The boss found the enemy before the divination device again, damn it, those garbage should be thrown away!"

The veteran simply tightened his mask and put the thing on his head to ensure that his acceleration would not shake his head into mud, and then said in a sultry voice. "Standard array, dive, 3, 4 attack the estimated enemy fire control room position, 6 to 9 deal with the close defense guns, and I will deal with the energy, let those damn ion engines stop, and this is the first one, pay attention to the spacing."

He skillfully allocated the battle plan and cleared the defense array, but at the same time he had his eyes on the enemy's core. If he could paralyze such a behemoth, the status of the furious interceptor could rise within the empire, because the new type of fast-death interceptor was becoming more and more popular within the navy during this period, with faster speed and propulsion, and difficulty in operation.

He needed to prove that his squadron was worthy of those machines, those noble machine souls, and the honor of war. He wanted to use the victory here to prove that the navy would allow him to replace the fighter, and in this way, the squadron's survival probability would be improved overall.

His eyes became sharper and sharper. He looked for the target with a squint, circling the lone warship, trying to avoid the close defense system while waiting like a vulture to give the poor giant a fatal attack. Other fighters fell faster than him, attracting the attention of the close defense system and fire control. At the same time, the front laser guns of the interceptors fired and shot, burning many gunfires, leaving ugly cherry-red craters on the warships, mostly caused by the heat generated by the explosion of the ammunition of the turret.

The body of the ugly Blade-class fast barge was melted by the flickering heat and flickered like a beautiful tropical fish. If you want to say it is beautiful, it must be very beautiful. Secondly, the loyal people of the empire have completely restrained this behemoth, but the carrier still has its limits. After paralyzing as many weapon systems on one side as possible, even the weak armor of the Blade-class is difficult to paralyze.

They can destroy the structure as much as possible, but facing the behemoths that can easily move thousands of meters, the damage that a single machine can cause is still a drop in the bucket. This is why the top leaders prefer the main battleships with obvious firepower and the Starhawk bombers that are more difficult to reach the enemy's core. The heavy missiles abandoned for speed have become the most fatal point of the interceptor, and there is also its high death rate.

In most cases, carrier-based aircraft undertake more transportation work. On the one hand, only a small number of priceless heavy cruisers and strategic ships or aircraft carriers can carry enough behemoths for a squadron. On the other hand, the extremely high driver cost and personnel loss, when at most they can only contain enemy warships, it is difficult to make up for their preciousness no matter how much weapons are destroyed.

But they are an indispensable part of the Empire's naval battles. Whether it is for large aliens or heretics, they cannot lack sufficient carrier escorts. Facing small ships, they have enough strategic deterrence, and those annoying void shields will not be matched on civilian ships. Therefore, although they face starships and death accompanies them, they still exist and are the most important part of the Empire's armed system.

Of course, this is also because the Empire has entered a conservative strategy for thousands of years after the Great Crusade. The offensive carrier-based aircraft have been ignored to a certain extent, resulting in its tactics not being as perfect as the Empire's common giant artillery and large ships, and the related supporting equipment is even more lacking, making it a "flashy" toy in the eyes of some naval officers.

However, today, in this star zone, the veteran wants to interrupt this idea. His hovering body is outside the range of void weapons and close-in defense guns. His eyes and thoughts have locked on the enemy's core fuel area. Ignite there, and an explosion can destroy 60% of its combat effectiveness.

At this moment, he is looking sideways, his eyes are fixed on that position, but those close-in defense guns can't tell his intentions, and then fly sideways. This posture can reduce the negative G force of the aircraft as much as possible, so that those thrusts will not make him uncomfortable.

At the same time, such a position can prevent the enemy from distinguishing his dive position. This fighter is like a falcon hovering over the head of a dying prey, and then he seizes a moment, that is, the moment when his close-in defense guns stagnate due to the angle, and he presses his head down while hovering.

The gunner aimed immediately. Two high-explosive missiles on the fuselage rack instantly sank into the ship. Then the flames of the close-in defense gun appeared from the tail of the fuselage. At the same time, the silent void seemed suffocating. After confirming the bombing, the veteran pulled up the lever, and the entire fuselage moved upward, leaving the range in a standard S-shaped maneuver.

However, this almost perfect bombing did not bring the desired effect. The hit point deviated from the expectation. Although the damn heretic ship emitted smoke, its oxygen system leaked, and it was obviously damaged, the gap between the explosion and the veteran's imagination was still huge.

The veteran took off the smelly and disgusting hood. The complex fiber rope was filled with his sweat. The sweat wet his hair like a rainy day. He looked like a beautiful woman out of the bath, if you ignore his stubble and yellow teeth.

"It's off target, damn it, isn't the power room located right there?" He rubbed his nose. The bomb load of this machine had been reduced for the sake of maneuverability. It only had four missiles, and half of them had been fired. The enemy was also aware of their target and had strengthened their defense and vigilance. With multiple heavy close-in defense guns defending them, it was unlikely that he would hit where he needed to.

"Give up, it's over, escort the Starhawk bomber to the end, damn it." He gave up a little on himself. After all, the bomb load and caliber were here. Although it hit the core area, in the shooting measured in kilometers, A slight deviation may result in insufficient penetration, the ammunition may be stuck on the edge of the hull, or it may have grazed, or the power zone may not be there at all.

But his gunner said. "Boss, no, those things are burning more and more!" The soldier looked at the observation hole. In the magnified picture inside the scope, the entire Kuaishou-class merchant ship began to lose power continuously, and the engine also looked tired, as if the machine soul was dying. Not long ago.

At this moment, the roar of the plasma thruster of this old interceptor was slightly louder, as if it was complacent about the good deeds it had done. It destroyed a starship by non-bomber standards. Perhaps the soul of the machine would also be happy about it. And this incident proved in disguise that the veteran's judgment was correct.

At this moment, the squadrons in the war zone and the Starhawk bomber squadrons that were preparing to drop missiles all left the battleship in surprise, because anyone with a discerning eye could see that the bombing and attacks in less than 20 minutes had made this behemoth so tired. Obviously, it Already hit the bullseye.

Many notifications began to pop up in the veteran's communicator one after another. He connected the signal of the entire fighter force and spoke in exclamation and question. "How about it, am I a "grown-up" person?"

Then the squadron leader of the Starhawk bomber said in a funny and sighing tone. "You are a madman, dive bombing? Against so many guns? Thanks to you, my aircraft recorder has betrayed me. If your great achievements are sent to the captain, the budget of those Emperor's favors will change !”

"Hey, but congratulations, Mr. Changren, you proved that you can surpass the limits of the interceptor, even if it is a civilian barge, and, that trick..." The communicator suddenly went silent, and the veteran waited for him to continue. Said, after five seconds, the entire channel seemed to be suffocated.

Then the voice came again. "Okay, how do you do that bomb drop? Teach me!"

At this moment, Fury and Starhawk, two carrier-based aircraft groups that have served the Empire for ten thousand years, have resolved their small grudges. But to be precise, this grudge never existed in the first place. It can only be said that they are mortals who have dedicated their lives to the Empire. of fun.