12 Starhawk bombers are escorted by 20 Fury deep-space interceptors to leave the giant Emperor-class battleship for about 6 kilometers, those powerful souls that represent the dignity of the empire are releasing those nightmares from their flank hangars, and these two huge heavy warships are miracles of human civilization for 10,000 years, especially the behemoths that have achieved considerable success in the Gothic Wars, and they have served the empire since the beginning of the Great Expedition.

Legend has it that during the Gothic War, an Emperor-class that had been floating in subspace for thousands of years reappeared in the real universe by chance, but this is the case, after a simple repair, this behemoth can still attack again, such toughness and its hard-to-be corrupted soul are very rare in the history of the empire.

The fighters, the deep space tactical planes, were the roar of the thick shields of the Imperial Navy, and the Emperor-class heavy battleships carrying two squadrons commanded the brave birds by receiving poor enemy intelligence through the maneuverability of the light cruisers or frigates on the periphery.

It is also thanks to the astral whisperers who estimated that the number of enemies after divination and prediction is only 30 civilian ships, and most of them are light aircraft, so this plan also appeared, those traitorous inferior airframes, such as Orion-class interstellar clippers and Swiftknife-class high-speed merchant ships, those metal monsters are about 3 kilometers long, and their lightweight shields are not difficult to break, but the considerable forward speed makes it difficult to be easily destroyed.

Alan Bair speculated that they wanted to determine their genes to throw out this strange army, but he didn't know what those people relied on, psionic sensing or stealthily ingesting genes? But the difficulty of those things is not low, and it is obviously impossible to log in to the enemy warship and obtain the flagship captain's genes in a disadvantageous situation, and with this ability, they can completely kill that person.

In any case, according to the lord's recollections, the most important thing is actually time, and then there is distance, so far there is a strange situation, that is, a huge fleet of hundreds of them can collapse those light barges in an instant, but in order not to be locked by the enemy on the command system, they chose to use deep space fighters to drive away those bugs.

At this point, the fighter crews in the void were talking, and their captain, a veteran, wiped the brown close-fitting uniform on his body, which was the requirement for all crew members of the Fury Interceptor to wear suspension wire pressurization suits to ensure that their blood did not collect in weightlessness, as the fighter had no artificial gravity and could help combat the terrible stress of sudden acceleration and extreme gravity encountered in high-speed air combat.

The suit pumps oxygenated blood directly into the body through a spinal connector, and the servo profile of the helmet creates air pressure around it to prevent people from fainting, while resisting the powerful propulsion force of the plasma fusion engine, which is more than 60,000 tons, and even if it is cut down by the sophisticated design of this huge 60-meter fighter, the pilot still needs to go through years of rigorous pilot training on the terra to be qualified to sit on it.

Therefore, the veteran naturally has the confidence to see himself above others, until he rubs the crotch of the suit that makes him uncomfortable to adjust his external equipment, and then scolds, with the sound of electromagnetism. "This mission is very easy, a few civilian ships, the enemy does not have escort aircraft, it is a reconnaissance starship, to be honest, it is a bit overkill." His tone was relaxed, although this area was too far away from the star system, and there was not much light, but the Void was already pitch black, and they relied more on those dropping roaring orniths and the starship's own heat source and light to lock on to the enemy.

It's harder than identifying targets inside the atmosphere, and in the event of a possible semi-paralysis of communications, an inexperienced pilot might bomb his own ship, then his stupidity in doing so will be remembered by the entire squadron, and this time the captain again emphasized that the goal of the war was also to make others realize that they were not fighting against a battleship.

When the captain turned off the communicator, he addressed his partner, the gunner. "Aim well, our anti-star ship high-explosive shells may not be enough, the number of enemies is quite large, try to solve one of the two-wheeled magazines, I don't want to be looked down upon by the pilots of those Star Eagle machines, don't forget that last time we were called by them the short man who can't blow up the ship, no man can bear this matter."

His foul language carries a free and easy understanding of this world, after all, his squadron is fighting with the largest civilization in the universe at the moment, of course he believes in his own car, but death is commonplace, there is no way, the range of those close defense guns is not close, and the impact of the battleship is even more deadly, but he believes that his own sacrifice and the sacrifice of his comrades are the best praise for the emperor.

However, he still didn't want his comrades to die, so he had a calm temperament that did not match his steadyness, and the veteran looked out of the cockpit window, his body was almost covered with complex electronic units, which looked casual, but those things were important, and he never complained.

Finally, he flew in a standard side-oblique field of view, aimed at the flickering light of the enemy starship, and then pointed out the coordinate system with his hand on the team hologram, and the communicator came an exclamation, and the soldiers cursed. "The boss has found the enemy before the soothsayer again, damn it, that garbage should be thrown away!"

The veteran just tightened his mask, put the thing on his head, made sure his acceleration wouldn't shake his head into mud, and said in a sultry voice. "Standard array, dive, 3, 4 attack anticipation of the enemy's fire control room position, 6 to 9 to deal with the melee guns, and I'm going to deal with the energy, get those damn ion engines to stop, and, this is the first one, pay attention to the spacing."

He skillfully assigned the battle plan and cleaned up the defense array, but at the same time he had his eye on the enemy's core, if he could paralyze a behemoth like this, the status of the Fury Interceptor could rise within the empire, because during this time, the new type of quick death interceptor was becoming more and more popular within the navy, faster speed and propulsion, and difficult to operate.

He needs to prove that his squadron is worthy of those machines, those noble mechs, and the honor of war, and he wants to prove it with his victory here, so that the navy will allow him to change the fighters, and in this way, the survival probability of the squadron will increase overall.

His gaze became sharper and sharper, he squinted to find the target, surrounded the lone battleship, tried to avoid the close defense system while waiting like a vulture to give the poor giant a fatal attack, the other fighters fell faster than him, attracting the attention of the close defense system and fire control, and at the same time, the front laser cannons of those interceptors fired and fired, burning out many of the gunfire, leaving the battleship with an ugly cherry red crater, mostly caused by the heat generated by the explosion of the battery's ammunition.

The body of the ugly fast knife class fast barge was dissolved and flashed by the flickering heat, like a beautiful tropical fish, if it is pretty, it must be very beautiful, and secondly, the loyal people of the empire have completely restrained this behemoth, but the carrier aircraft still has a limit, after paralyzing as many as possible, after paralyzing the weapon system on one side, even the weak armor of the fast knife class is difficult to paralyze.

They can try to destroy the structure as much as possible, but in the face of a behemoth that can easily reach thousands of meters, the damage that a single body can cause is still a drop in the bucket, which is why the top brass is more inclined to the capital battleship with obvious firepower and the Star Eagle bomber that is more difficult to reach the enemy's core, and the heavy missile that gives up for speed has become the most lethal point of the interceptor, and its high probability of death.

In more cases, carrier-based aircraft undertake more transportation work, first, only a small number of priceless heavy cruisers and strategic ships or aircraft carriers can carry enough behemoths for a squadron, and second, there are extremely high pilot costs and personnel losses, and in the case of at most only pinning down enemy warships, it is difficult to compensate for the preciousness of the destruction of more weapons.

But they are an indispensable part of the Empire's naval warfare, whether it is for large aliens or heretics, they cannot lack enough carrier aircraft escort, they have enough strategic deterrence in the face of small ships, and those annoying void shields will not be matched on civilian ships, so although they face starships and death accompany them, they still exist, and they are one of the most important armed systems of the Empire.

Of course, this is also because the empire stepped into a conservative strategy in the 10,000 years after the Great Expedition, and the powerful offensive carrier-based aircraft was ignored to a certain extent, resulting in its tactics not being as perfect as the giant artillery doctrine and large ships common in the empire, and the relevant supporting equipment was also more lacking, making it a "flashy" toy in the eyes of individual naval officers.

But today, in this sector, the veteran interrupted the thought, his hovering body was out of range of Void weapons and melee guns, his eyes and thoughts had locked onto the enemy's core fuel area, igniting there, and a single explosion could destroy 60 percent of its combat power.

Since he was looking sideways at the moment, his eyes were staring at that position, but those close defense guns couldn't tell his intentions, and then flew sideways, such a posture could slow down the negative G-force of the plane as much as possible, so that those thrusts would not make him uncomfortable.

At the same time, such a position can make the enemy unable to distinguish his dive position, this fighter is like a falcon hovering above the head of a dying prey, and then he crushes the moment when the close defense cannon that follows him is stalled due to the angle, and he depresses his head while circling.

The gunner immediately aimed, and on the pylons of the fuselage, two high-explosive missiles instantly submerged into the ship, and then the flames of the close defense cannon appeared from the tail of the fuselage, while the silent void seemed suffocating, and after confirming the bomb drop, the veteran pulled up the lever, and the whole body went up, leaving the range in a standard S-shaped maneuver.

But the near-perfect bomb didn't have the desired effect, the hit point was off the mark, and although the damn heretical ship was smoking, its oxygen system was leaking, and it was visibly damaged, the gap was still huge from the veteran's imagined explosion.

The veteran took off his disgusting hood, the intricate fiber rope stinking with his own sweat, which wet his hair like rain was coming, and he looked like a bathing beauty, if he ignored his stubble and yellow teeth.

"Off, damn it, isn't the power room there?" He rubbed his nose, the bomb load of the machine had been cut for mobility, the missiles were only four rounds, and now half of them were fired, and the enemy was aware of their target, and strengthened the defense and vigilance, and in the defense of multiple heavy close defense guns, he was unlikely to hit where he needed to.

"Give up, it's over, escort the Star Eagle bomber to finish the finish, damn it." He was a little self-defeating, after all, the bomb load and caliber were placed here, although the core area was hit, but in the shooting in kilometers in kilometers, a slight deviation could cause a lack of deep penetration, maybe the ammunition was stuck on the edge of the hull, or it could have been grazed, or the power area was not there at all.

But his gunner said. "Boss, no, those things are burning harder!" The soldier looked at the observation hole, and in the enlarged picture inside the scope, the entire Swiftknife-class merchant ship began to continuously lose power, and the engine looked tired, as if the machine was dying soon.

At this moment, the roar of the plasma thruster of this old interceptor was faintly a little bigger, as if he was complacent about the good things he had done, destroying a starship by non-bomber standards, and probably the soul of the machine would also be happy, and this incident proved in disguise that the veteran's judgment was not wrong.

At this moment, the squadron fuselage in the theater of operations and the squadron of Star Eagle bombers that were preparing to drop missiles left the battleship in surprise, because anyone with a discerning eye could see that the bombing and attack in less than 20 minutes had made this behemoth so tired, and it was obvious that it had been hit by the bull's-eye.

Many announcements began to pop up in the veteran's communicator one after another, and he connected the signal of the entire fighter unit, and said a word of exclamation and doubt. "Well, I'm a "long" person, right? ”

Then the squadron leader of the Star Eagle bomber said in a funny and exclamatory tone. "You're a madman, swooping to drop bombs? Against so many cannons? Thanks to you, my mechizer has betrayed me, and if your great deeds are sent to the captain, the budget of those imperial bounties will be changed! ”

"Hey, but congratulations, Mr. "Chief", you have proven that you can go beyond the limits of the interceptor, even if it is a civilian barge, and ...... that trick" The communicator suddenly fell silent, and the veteran waited for him to continue, and after five seconds, the whole channel seemed to be suffocated.

Then the voice came again. "Okay, how did you do that bomb throw, teach me!"

At this moment, Fury and Star Eagle, the small grievances between the two carrier-based aircraft groups that have served the empire for 10,000 years are resolved in this way, but to be precise, this grievance does not exist from the beginning, and it can only be said that it is a small joke for the mortals who have done their best for the empire.

(End of chapter)