Chapter 372: Volcano Cannon Fire

The long voyage in the void was more boring than most people imagined. There were no stars in the sky, and there were no bizarre cosmic scenery. After he got used to the madness of hundreds of giant cannons biting each other, it was only a little over half an hour. After a while, he realized that the war in front of him could not eliminate the boredom of ultra-long-distance combat.

The old captain couldn't help but start to recall the taste of the delicacies he tasted before the expedition. Although it was not as good as the good things he tasted at the private banquets of the imperial lords, it was still a rare delicacy in the army that was not vacuum packaged or frozen for a long time.

That is, a beef ant steak sprinkled with pepper, select the most delicious inside of the spine, the soft and fatty part, and a small cup, which is licensed and can be drunk during wartime, a drink similar to a farewell drink, which is the It has been brewed for a long time, has extraordinary strength, clear, bitter and spicy imperial brewing wine, Amset.

Although the buzzing roar of the plasma engine at this moment woke him up from time to time from the aftertaste of black pepper in his mouth and the texture of alcohol mixed with a little bit of amset, he had to admit that the interceptor pilot's meal was not as good as people imagined. good.

It is also difficult for him to imagine that the things he usually eats will become his last meal, such as common ones.

Canned glomon or, rarely, canned bull ants, but those foods are usually too soft, too rotten, and too salty, paired with canned Calada fruit, a specialty of the nearby Imperial agricultural world, similar to what is grown in large quantities in the Empire today Apples are disgusting crops that taste more unpleasant, have a softer texture and can replenish their starch needs.

If they were lucky enough, they would get Glomon bacon and artificial eggs, plus a piece of mixed bread made with genetically modified barley, and a cup of Reca coffee, which was the highest treatment that pilots like them could enjoy.

But in this cruel universe, being able to taste all the gifts the Emperor had for brave men like them was his only solace during the long voyage and the possible high-pressure battles that would follow for several hours.

Until the aroma of tobacco leaves suddenly came from the closed body, he lost his soul in an instant 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. The gunner was lighting a cigar and puffing away smoke, and he said immediately. "This place belongs to the three of us. Come on, give me a few bites, and I can ignore your stupidity."

This is against discipline, but no one can supervise their so-called military crimes at this moment. However, the empire will indeed issue a low-quality cigarette to the stressed out scouts to soothe their deteriorating emotions during high-intensity combat. need.

The gunner walked through the driver's seat and brought out the roll of smoke, a burning cigar. The high-grade tobacco leaves make people linger. Even in a closed cabin, second-hand smoke will stay with them for a long time. Under the diligent air circulation system, Until it's completely filtered, those smells will be there, but they won't care.

Like now, cried the Watcher. "Give me a bite too!"

The captain did not hesitate to bite the spot that had just been held by his comrade, and then sucked out a beautiful smoke ring, which was round and like a donut and hit the transparent glass of the cabin. "Don't smoke too much, it will turn my beloved partner yellow and covered in smoke oil."

said the gunner. "So beautiful, that smoke ring."

The captain rubbed his nose, passed the cigar between the seats, handed it to the waiting observer, and answered. "This is one of my many abilities. After all, I lived in an agricultural world when I was young. My father was a farmer. In fact, my family was well off. Before the greenskins invaded my homeland..."

"Then I was rescued by the Imperial Guard. I volunteered to join the army and became an interceptor pilot of the Imperial Navy with excellent grades and a decent financial background. You know what happens next better than anyone else."

replied the gunner. "It's great. I have served for generations, starting from my great-grandfather. I heard that he used to be the first mate on the ship. But in my generation, I can only be a gunner."

Observer cursed after smoking the cigar. "What, Aibo, aren't you happy? It's so free and comfortable here. The whole void is free for you to fly. Speed ​​and opportunity exist together. I used to be an ordinary member of the hive city, a gang, a big comb head, tattoos, and gothic smoky makeup. ,damn it!"

"Then I became the 11th tax. I was caught by the bailiffs and then assigned to the Imperial Navy. From a basic spaceman, to getting here, I spent all my luck. Emperor bless me, I had to learn too much. many."

He handed the cigar to the gunner, and the three of them smoked and chatted. Time had changed much faster. In front of the front lines that were suddenly far and near, they had to vent their many thoughts through the power of alcohol and illusory tobacco. and the past.

They are also aware of the dangers of this operation. The problem can be seen just from the full fuel and the lack of escort. The empire has not hidden it. They are suicide squads, there is no doubt about it.

Although it is shameful and painful for every dignified commander to let his soldiers sacrifice and die to open the war, in today's dark universe, people cannot deny the efficiency of this thing.

The place that represents death and sacrifice in the distance is getting closer. When the air circulation system cleans the cigar smoke, the thick and thick tobacco is extinguished, and the last perfect smoke ring is spit out, the captain changes his attitude.

He stepped on the speed control device, and the trio took their positions. They had experienced countless painful and terrible wars. This time was not the most difficult, far from it. It was just that the lack of wingmen made their battle more difficult. Fuel and supplies were far from enough, and whether they could achieve the strategic goal was even more unknown.

The fighter plane was immersed in the endless artillery fire from the void. It was inconspicuous like a small light spot emitted by the main gun of a destroyer, and at the same time, it slid into the battle line with countless stray bullets from the warships that passed by.

At this moment, the hidden cruelty of those behemoths that covered the sky and the sun was undoubtedly revealed at the endless distance in the void. Countless close-in defense guns and terrifying heavy firepower were waiting for blood to wet their muzzles.

And the most valuable and honorable ancient warships of the empire, including antiques that served in the Great Crusade era, were all here, replaced with a black coating, with the red fist logo of the Red Corsairs, or the eight-pointed star of the mighty ones in the highest heaven.

It was blasphemous and disgusting. Those machine souls that should have been sleeping in the harbor built by the priests were infected by the countless terrible wills of the Supreme Heaven. The brave warriors who helped humans gain a foothold in the Milky Way have now become weapons to slaughter humans.

The interceptor turned off its auspicious instrument. This was the trick the old captain was best at. A plasma engine alone would not be easier to detect than the so-called artillery shells. Even if they were really detected, they would not be able to distinguish them.

But now the soldiers here can only rely on their mortal eyes to judge. Shuttled among countless defiled ships, just like the tombstones recording the great achievements of the empire came to life. The crew members of the interceptor needed to recite most of the warships that the empire knew in its long history. Now those antiques that were proven to be almost impossible to appear on the battlefield were vivid in their memories.

The captain couldn't help but speak. "That Sword-class, I know the inscription under her ship's side, that's the language of my hometown, meaning dawn, this is Roen Wakander, the warship that liberated my hometown from the Eldar bandits, damn it!" For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, whether it was a stigma or an honor, the complex emotions made him unable to understand why this universe was so crazy and twisted.

Now the looseness and chaos in the cabin have completely dissipated, silence and suffocation have replaced those laughters, and finally, after a few sharp turns, the captain found the target.

It was an ancient warship, with a clear red Scorpion Chapter logo and a huge hostile battle deck and densely packed transmitters. Rather than saying that the Space Marines' warships are weapons, they are better vehicles or aircraft carriers. Those differences allowed the veteran to lock the target very quickly.

"It's that one, at three o'clock, a beautiful giant, what a pity." He reduced the engine power of the fighter, and could hardly see his existence in the void. So he approached and prepared to hit the enemy's ship with a shot, covering the hull with positioning missiles.

The gunners were ready, and the observers could sound the alarm immediately when approaching. "Four o'clock!" The brief words and their tacit understanding made the captain turn the aircraft around immediately, and the plasma engine accelerated again to avoid a shot from the right. The high-temperature plasma made the alarm roar continuously.

"Damn it, those angels of death are too sensitive! Hurry up and drop the bombs!" The captain cursed, but at the same time, three red fighters on the battle deck took off very quickly. They were very flat, like bats, and similar to manta rays, but very fast, like three meteors.

"Enemy fighters, damn it!" The captain immediately pulled up and turned on the auspicious instrument to search for the location and intelligence of the enemy fighters. Soon, the Thinker array pointed out the enemy's location and fighter model on the display screen. It was an ancient sword-tail fighter, which could be traced back to the era of the Great Rebellion of the Empire. The speed was deadly and terrifying.

Even veteran pilots have to endure the huge load. You know, rising will produce strong upward g-force, just like hanging a person upside down. Maintaining this intensity for a few seconds can cause severe cerebral congestion. Even if the high-pressure suit alleviates many of these problems, it will still make the driver unbearable.

At the same time, the reaction speed and load tolerance of the Space Marines are far superior to mortals. They easily catch up with the Imperial Navy's interceptor, and the rare opportunity to activate the weapon is gone, but the observer speaks at this moment. "The enemy is very fast, but the steering is poor. With fierce maneuvers, we should be able to bypass them..."

The captain dodged the twin laser cannons in the back, and the fierce attack made him overwhelmed. The performance of the sword tail far exceeded that of the Imperial Navy's fighters, so he had to speak. "Then come on!"

A life-threatening strong acceleration turn, the arc of which almost reached the limit of the fighter, and the large propulsion force made them dizzy. In the gradually darkening vision, the observer in the back seat saw some light coming from the enemy's body, and then spoke immediately. "Damn it! Missiles!"

A tracking missile followed them forward, and because the speed of the turn slowed down, the deadly and crazy thing just happened to meet their path.

There was no way to avoid it, death was in front of them, their value had not yet been reached, and now, they were not willing to die, so...

"Fire!" This was almost impossible, but the moment this order was issued, the captain, the driver, and the gunner instinctively fired the machine gun at the moment the sound was made. In the blink of an eye, the missile exploded, and the brilliant heat was thrown in the vacuum. At the same time, the fighter plane passed through the fire caused by the heat explosion caused by the missile.

Even the Space Marines were confused by the high-speed movement. They subconsciously slowed down and prepared to return to the deck, but after the fire, fierce strafing broke out from the place where it should be eliminated.

The gunner and the pilot fired at the same time, and the front laser cannon and the movable multi-linked turrets on the fuselage emitted flames, tearing apart the two careless traitor space fighters, the engines burst, and crashed head-on into the barge, turning into a ball of flames.

The remaining sword tail fighter also fell into a disadvantage due to the change of position. In the case of an aerial dogfight, no matter what the situation is, the pursuer behind has more advantages, and even the space fighters cannot avoid this.

The sword tail lacks a rear turret or effective counterattack means, and it is only a matter of time before it is defeated. At this point, the driver, the old captain wiped his nose, and blood was constantly overflowing, but the credit for defeating two space fighters was indeed worth it.

And he spoke. "The fuel is running low, damn it, that space fighter 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 concussion, and the others were similar. Now the gunner was blurry when looking at the sight.

But it was obviously not easy to miss such a large battle barge. The veteran adjusted his posture, aimed, stared at the demon that made the Imperial Navy unable to move, and fired.

A light blue missile was launched, and the enemy warships could not resist, but they did not understand why the Empire only sent one interceptor here. Of course, they also guessed that the missile was abnormal.

But then, the missile exploded very quickly, was completely blocked by the void shield, and turned into a ridiculous cloud of smoke. At this point, those people immediately began to send out new fighters in an orderly manner. They at least had one crew. The captain could only barely drive the fighter with insufficient fuel to slowly leave to ensure that he would not die immediately.

Until leaving the war zone a few hours later, the body was completely out of fuel. In the boundless void, the three looked at each other bitterly.

The captain said. "Success!"

The gunner covered his head. "Where did it succeed?"

The captain replied. "That missile has two stages. The first stage will be intercepted and then emit a bright light. The second stage will sink into the interior and embed on the outside of the ship."

The others also nodded and began to wait for their own death. Just like that, after a few hours, they slowly watched the body's communicator begin to get better. Although no one answered, at the same time, on one side of the void, a fierce light shot out from their battle zone. Two deadly Emperor's wraths arrived in sequence, instantly tearing apart the entire enemy battle line.

They succeeded. Although there was only endless void at this moment, they succeeded. Three people killed hundreds of Space Marines, which can be called a miracle of the Emperor...