The long voyage through the void was more boring than most people imagined, with no stars in the sky and no bizarre cosmic scenery, and after he got used to the madness of hundreds of cannons biting at each other, and after only half an hour of standard Terra hours, he realized that the war in front of him could not dispel the boredom of ultra-long-distance combat.

The old captain couldn't help but start recalling the taste of the food he had tasted before he set out for the battle, although it was not as good as the good food that he had tasted at the private banquet of the Imperial Lord, but it was also a rare delicacy that the army did not vacuum pack or freeze for a long time now.

That is, a pepper-sprinkled beef ant steak, selected from the inside of its most delicious spine, soft and fatty, and a small cup, which is licensed, which can be drunk in wartime, similar to the farewell wine, which is the long-brewed, extraordinary, clear and bitter brewed wine of the Empire, Amset.

Although the humming roar of the plasma engine at the moment woke him up from the aftertaste of black pepper in his mouth and the smell of alcohol mixed with Amset, he had to admit that the meal of the interceptor pilot was not as good as one might think.

It's hard for him to imagine that the things he usually eats become his last meal, like the usual ones.

Canned Gromon or very few canned cattle ants, but those foods are usually too soft, rotten, and salty, with canned Karada fruit, a specialty of the nearby Empire's agricultural world, similar to the apples grown in abundance in the Empire today, but with a more unpalatable taste, a softer texture, and a disgusting crop that replenishes starch needs.

On the occasion, there was Glomon bacon and artificial eggs, a piece of bread blend made from genetically modified barley, and a cup of Reka coffee, the highest treatment a pilot like them could get.

But tasting the full gifts of the Emperor to a brave man like them in this cruel universe was his only solace for hours during the long voyage and the possible high-pressure battles that followed.

Until the aroma of tobacco leaves suddenly came from the closed body, he instantly lost his soul, and looked at the wisps of white smoke floating in front of him from the fully enclosed helmet.

"What are you doing?!" He turned his head as if reflexively, and the gunner was lighting a cigar and puffing out the clouds, and he said immediately. "This is for the three of us, hurry up, bring me a few bites, I can ignore your stupidity."

It's a violation of discipline, but there is no one to regulate their so-called military crimes at this moment, but the Empire does dispense stressed scouts with a low-quality cigarette to soothe the deteriorating emotional needs of their high-intensity combat.

The gunner walked through the driver's seat and brought the stuff that was swallowing, a burning cigar, high-grade tobacco leaves that made people linger, even in the closed cabin, the second-hand smoke would stay with them for a long time, and the smell would be there until the diligent air circulation system filtered it completely, but they didn't care.

Like now, the observer shouted. "Give me a bite too!"

The captain did not hesitate to bite down on the place that had just been held by his comrades, and then inhaled a beautiful smoke ring, round and round like a doughnut, and hit the transparent glass of the cabin. "I can't smoke too much, it will make my beloved partner yellow and covered in e-liquid."

The gunner said. "It's so beautiful, that smoke ring."

The captain rubbed his nose, passed the cigar across the seat gap, handed it to the long-awaited observer, and replied. "This is one of the many abilities that I am, after all, I lived in an agricultural world when I was younger, my father was a farmer, and I actually had a good family, before the Greenskins invaded my homeland......"

"After that, I was saved by the Imperial Guard, I volunteered to enlist, and with excellent grades and a good family background, I became an interceptor pilot of the Imperial Navy, and you know better than anyone else."

The gunner replied. "It's good, I've served for generations, starting with my grandfather, I heard that he was the first mate on the ship, and in my generation, I can only be a gunner."

Observing the hand scolding after smoking the cigar. "Why, Abbot, aren't you happy? It's so chic here, the whole void is up for you to soar, speed and opportunity, I used to be a regular nest member, gang, big cockscomb, tattoos, goth smoky makeup, damn it! ”

"Then I became 11 tax, I was caught by the bailiff, and then I was assigned to the Imperial Navy, from the basic astronaut, to the time I spent all my luck walking here, Emperor willing, I had to learn too much."

He handed the cigar to the gunner, and the three of them chatted as they smoked, and time changed much faster, and in the face of the flickering front, they also had to vent their many thoughts and past through the power of alcohol and illusory tobacco.

They were also aware of the dangers of this operation, just a full tank of fuel and no escort could see what the problem was, and the Empire did not hide it, they were death squads, there was no doubt about it.

Although it is humiliating and painful for every dignified commander to let his soldiers open the battle with sacrifice and death, the people of this dark universe cannot deny the efficiency of this matter.

The distant place of death and sacrifice grew closer, and the captain changed his attitude as the air circulation system cleared the cigar smoke, the thick tobacco was extinguished, and the last perfect smoke ring was spit out.

He stepped on the equipment that controlled the speed, and the trio were in place, they had experienced countless painful and terrible wars, this time it was not the most difficult, far from it, but the lack of wingmen made their battles more miserable, fuel and supplies were far from enough, and whether they could achieve the strategic goal was even more unknown.

The fighter plane was submerged in the endless cannon fire coming from the void, and it was inconspicuous like a small point of light emitted by the main gun of a destroyer, and at the same time slid into the battle column with countless stray bullets that passed by those battleships.

At this moment, the ferocity hidden in the endless distance of the void was undoubtedly revealed, and countless melee guns and terrifying heavy firepower were waiting for their muzzles to be moistened with blood.

And the most valuable and honorable ancient warships of the Empire, many of which were in service during the Great Expeditionary Era, are here, replaced with pitch-black coatings, bearing the red fist emblem of the Red Pirates, or the eight-pointed star of the most powerful Heavens.

Blasphemous, disgusting, the souls of the mechs who should have slept in the harbor forged for them by the priest were infected by the terrible will of the High Heavens, and the brave warriors who had gained a foothold in the galaxy for humanity were now weapons to slaughter humanity.

The interceptor turned off its own bird, which was the old captain's best trick, and a plasma engine alone would not be easier to detect than a so-called cannonball, and even if it did, they could not tell the difference.

It's just that the soldiers here can only rely on the judgment of mortals with the naked eye, and shuttle among the countless defiled ships, just as the tombstones of the great exploits of the Empire come to life, and the crew of the interceptor has to memorize most of the warships of the Empire's long history, and those old antiques that have proved to be almost impossible to appear on the battlefield are vividly remembered in the memory.

The captain couldn't help but speak. "That sword level, I know the inscription under the side of her ship, that's the word of my hometown, it means dawn, this is Ron Vacend, the warship that liberated my hometown from the Spirit bandits, damn it!" For a moment he didn't know whether to be happy or angry, to be defiled or honored, and his mixed emotions made him unable to understand why this universe was so crazy and twisted.

Now the loose and clutter in the cabin was completely gone, silence and suffocation replaced the laughter, and finally, after a few sharp turns, the captain found his target.

It was an ancient warship, with the obvious red scorpion warband logo and the hostile large battle deck and dense array of transmitters, and the starmarine's warship was not so much a weapon as a vehicle, or an aircraft carrier, and those gaps allowed the veteran to lock on to his target extremely quickly.

"It's the one, at three o'clock, a beautiful giant, it's a pity." He reduced the power of the plane's engines, barely visible in the void, and approached to prepare a launch to hit the enemy ship, covering the shell with a locator missile.

The gunner is ready to observe the hand immediately alert in approach. "Four o'clock!" The short words and their tacit understanding made the captain immediately turn the body, and the plasma engine accelerated twice, dodging a shot from the right, and the high temperature of the plasma made the alarm continue to roar.

"Damn, those Angels of Death are too sensitive! Hurry up and drop the bomb! The captain scolded, but at the same time on the battle deck, three red combat power rose into the air very quickly, they were extremely flat, like bats, and similar to manta rays, but extremely fast, like three meteors.

"Enemy fighters, damn it!" The captain immediately pulled up, and at the same time turned on the bird meter to search for the location and intelligence of the enemy's fighters, and soon the contemplative array pointed out the enemy's location and fighter model in the display, which was an ancient swordtail fighter, which could be chased back to the era of the Great Rebellion of the Empire, and the speed was deadly and terrifying.

Even the driver of a veteran has to endure a huge load, knowing that the ascent will produce a strong upward force, like hanging a person upside down, maintaining this strength for a few seconds can cause severe cerebral congestion, even if the high-pressure suit alleviates many of these problems, but it will also make the driver unbearable.

At the same time, the reaction power and load tolerance of the space marines are far beyond mortals, and they easily catch up with the interceptors of the Imperial Navy, and the rare opportunity to activate the weapon is also lost, but the observer hand speaks at this moment. "The enemy is extremely fast, but the steering is poor, and with a fierce maneuver it should be possible to make a detour behind them......"

The captain dodged the twin laser cannons in the rear, and the fierce attacks overwhelmed him, and the performance of the sword tail far exceeded that of the Imperial Navy's fighters, and he had to speak. "Come on, then!"

A desperate and powerful acceleration turn, the arc of which was almost at the limit of the fighter, and the excessive propulsion force already made them dizzy, and in the gradually dark field of vision, the observer in the back seat saw what light was emitting from the enemy's body, and then immediately spoke. "Damn it! Missile! ”

A homing missile followed them forward, as the speed of the turn waned, and the deadly and crazy thing happened to converge with their path.

There is no way to avoid it, death is just around the corner, their value has not yet been reached, and now, they have not yet wanted to be willing to die, so ......

"Fire!" It was almost impossible, but the moment this command was given, the captain, the driver, the moment the sound was made, the gunner instinctively fired the machine gun, and between the lightning and flint, the missile exploded, and the brilliant heat was thrown in the vacuum, and at the same time the fighter passed through the fire caused by the thermal explosion caused by the missile.

Even the Space Marines were bewildered by the high-speed movement, and they subconsciously slowed down and prepared to return to the deck, but after the firelight, a fierce strafing burst from where it should have been extinguished.

The gunner and driver opened fire at the same time, and the front-mounted laser cannon and the multi-link turret that moved above the fuselage emitted fire, tearing apart the two careless renegade Space Marines, and the engines burst, slamming headlong into the barge, turning into a ball of flame.

The remaining one, the swordtail fighter, is also at a disadvantage due to the change of position, and in the case of an aerial dogfight, the chaser behind it has an advantage, and even the Space Marines cannot avoid this.

Sword Tail lacks a back turret or an effective means of counterattack, and it is only a matter of time before it is defeated, so far, the pilot, the old captain wiped the tip of his nose, and the blood is constantly overflowing, but the credit for defeating the two Space Marines is indeed worth it.

And he spoke. "Running out of fuel, damn it, that starmarines ran away, let him go, lucky guy, gunner, lock, drop bombs, now ......" He was a little unclear about his words, the maneuver just now gave him a little concussion, and the others were similar, and now the gunners are all spending looking at the scope.

But such a large battle barge was obviously not easy to miss, and the veteran adjusted his posture, aimed, stared at the demon that made it difficult for the Imperial Navy to move an inch, and shot.

A pale blue missile was fired, and the enemy ships could not resist, but they also did not understand why the Empire would only allow one interceptor to come here, and of course, they also guessed that the missile was not normal.

But then, the missile exploded extremely quickly, completely blocked by the Void Shield, and turned into a ridiculous cloud of smoke, at this point, those people immediately began to send new fighters in an orderly manner, they had at least one crew, and the captain could only barely drive the fuel-rich fighter plane to leave slowly, to make sure that he would not die immediately.

Until they left the war zone a few hours later, the body was completely devoid of fuel, and in the boundless void, the three of them looked at each other bitterly.

Said the captain. "It worked!"

The gunner covered his head. "Where it worked?"

The captain replied. "That kind of missile is two-stage, one will be intercepted, and then it will shine high, and the second stage will be submerged into the interior and embedded in the outside of the ship."

The others also nodded and began to wait for their own death, and just like that, after a few hours, they slowly watched as the body's communicator began to get better, although no one answered, but at the same time, on the side of the void, a fierce light shot out from their position in the war zone, and two deadly imperial wraths came in sequence, instantly tearing apart the entire enemy's battle column.

They succeeded, although there was only a boundless void at the moment, but they succeeded, three people, killed hundreds of space marines, which can be called the miracle of the emperor......

(End of chapter)