Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 1081, page 09.1080: The Establishment of the 303rd 'Polaberia-Nemandy' Air Wing

Yadvi quickened her pace toward the elevator. Just as she was about to reach the edge of the platform, the elevator dinged as it reached the top.

Duang~

In her haste to organize the advance team, she bumped into someone who had just stepped out of the elevator—or more accurately, into the person's ample bosom.

"Oh dear, little sister, watch where you're going!" A mature and charming voice, tinged with laughter, called out, "Especially now that the lighting is so poor."

Anya Farshade, the dark-skinned pilot, was leisurely twirling a strand of her curly hair with her fingers, a dashing smile playing on her sexy lips.

"I...I'm sorry, Captain! I was just thinking about something." Yadwiga rubbed her nose awkwardly, her slightly long ears, typical of the Polaberia race, swaying restlessly with embarrassment.

“By the way,” Fasha smiled, walked past her, and headed towards Horatio, “I need to take some of your men with me, is that alright?”

"Huh? What's going on?" Fasha was clearly talking to himself, but Yadwiga obviously had no idea what had happened.

Fasha smiled, did not answer her, but turned to Horatio, stood at attention, saluted, and began his report:
"Captain, as per your instructions, Natalia Leisa Mecklin and I, the flight squadron leader of 'Night Witch,' have selected a relatively safe rear area and constructed a temporary training airfield. The location is 'Nemandy,' on the southernmost coastline, 373 kilometers from our current position."

"Wait, what happened?" Yadviga was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

"That's right, Jadwiga, this is preparation for dealing with the escalation of the war."

"The Imperial Naval Air Force and heavy bombers are an overwhelming trump card that no other side possesses. We must use these powerful weapons to expand our advantage in order to ensure that our independent position is not threatened by the military force of any party," Horatio explained, looking at her.

“We have a lot of unused aircraft in our hangar, so I asked Fasha and Natalia to recruit volunteers from the new recruits to try to form a new Imperial Navy Air Fleet.”

Fasha picked up the conversation, adding details:

"After an initial screening, some newcomers with the potential to fly fighter jets were selected. However, most of them were ground crew and bomber self-defense gunners."

She made no attempt to hide her assessment: "It must be said that the Polaberians, due to their robust physiques, have great potential in ground maintenance and operating machine guns for extended periods of flight aiming in cold, high altitudes. However... their size and those long ears make them a bit cramped in fighter jet cockpits. On the contrary..."

She shrugged. "Those Sintierans who serve are generally more educated, and a larger proportion of them survive the selection and initial screening. So there are a few dozen more Sintiers than Polaberias among the fighter pilots."

"Captain, this new air wing hasn't been officially named yet, it only has a number, '303'. What name should we give it?"

“303…” Horatio pondered for a moment, “Now that the location has been determined, let’s name the new fighter-bomber squadron after the planet and the location.”

He looked at Anya Fasha and gave the naming instruction:
"Let's call it the 303rd 'Polaberia-Nemande' Air Wing."
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That evening, at 10 p.m. local time.

The night was deep, but the distant artillery fire illuminated the horizon with flickering light.

The soldiers of the 1st Battalion, 1st Half Brigade, 13th Dragoon Regiment, set off quietly under the cover of night. To avoid revealing their location, they did not turn on the headlights of their heavy wheeled vehicles.

The driver and commander rely entirely on thermal imaging and low-volume internal communication to collaborate – which requires a high level of training from the crew.

Yadviga confidently entrusted this task to these elite soldiers, veterans of the New Land Dragoon Regiment who had been training for several months since the Battle of Minerva.

The distant artillery fire roared once more. The State Holy War Army launched another massive assault on the positions of the Sintira Colonial Defense Force.

Their tactics were brutal and effective—'Your bullets are being used up every second, while the manpower of the God-Emperor's followers is inexhaustible.' They were determined to break through the defensive stronghold of the position under the cover of night.

Louise stood in front of the armored gate of the base, the cold wind blowing through her hair.

Looking at the heavily armed convoy of steel vehicles before her, she silently recited a prayer before resolutely giving the order to open the gate.

The suppressed engine emitted a deep hum, and the wheeled vehicle sped out of the brief light of the searchlight, instantly disappearing into a deep darkness.

The hazy moonlight, obscured by the smoke of battle, shone through gaps in the clouds, illuminating their path.

Horatio and Yadviga were riding in a command vehicle. The most distinctive feature of this command vehicle compared to the conventional "Arion" eight-wheeled armored vehicle was that it had two thick, long wide-area transmission antennas on both sides of its small remote-controlled laser turret.

Its interior passenger cabin has also undergone significant modifications; compared to the standard model which can seat 12 people, it can only seat 6.

The other six seats were occupied by a massive, advanced Thinker tactical processor that emitted a faint blue light.

Besides Horatio and Yadviga, the other four were bodyguards. Unlike before, this was Yoyo's first time participating in such a formal military operation.

She was wearing a rather large ceramic steel helmet with two cat-ear cutouts specially made for her.

She was wearing the smallest size of lightweight bulletproof armor—although there were better-protected shell armors in the armory, Yoyo preferred this lightweight breastplate that only protected her chest and abdomen, because it wouldn't affect her performance.

She held an automatic pistol in her hands. It was the smallest and most powerful weapon Horatio could find for her. It resembled an old Uzi submachine gun from the 3K era, but relied on an energy pack for its extremely high rate of fire.

Yoyo excitedly swayed her tail in her seat, the optimist overjoyed to finally be part of the operation with her "boss." Having grown up in the lower nest, she wasn't afraid of conflict, but she didn't particularly enjoy it either.

What drives her to be so proactive is that, as a recognized team member, she can finally experience a thrilling and exciting "adventure in the nest" (at least that's how Yoyo understands war) with the leader who saved her and changed her destiny.

Yoyo wiggled her fluffy cat ears, her vertical pupils watching the woman sitting next to the boss, who had ears that were longer and more prominent than hers, communicating with the other end of the sound array in a rather strange way from a normal human perspective, wearing headphones.

(End of this chapter)