Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 755 07.754: "Who is calling for airstrike reinforcements?"

"Received air strike/reinforcement request for K-7008 area." Almost at the same time, Fasha and Hell's Vanguard, who were cruising high above the war zone, received the signal.

"Veronica, hold on tight, we're going to ride the roller coaster."

Skyhawk 1 was hovering high in the sky, and the metal shell of the fuselage was shining with silver luster under the sunlight.

The onboard Thinker array quickly analyzed the intended content transmitted by the red light beam, and the precise mechanical device emitted a slight humming sound as it operated.

After accurately determining the airstrike entry and exit positions, the Skyhawk 1 entered the attack posture with the minimum radius. The fuselage tilted slightly and the wings adjusted their angles, like a bird of prey locking onto its prey.

"Great! The weapon's central control is ready! The rocket nest and the 500 kg bomb's electric shock firing circuit are normal!" Veronica shouted excitedly at the weapon operating position, her voice difficult to suppress through the breathing mask.

Her eyes were shining as she stared at the instruments on the console.

On a higher plane on Skyhawk One, Chief Petty Officer Valina clung to the gradually opening rear hatch of the Valkyrie transport plane.

The howling wind made her hair fly wildly, and her figure was like an eagle about to soar, agile and determined.

She raised her hand and glanced at the altitude layer after calibrating the air pressure. It was 237 kilometers above the ground. This was the suborbital area of ​​Carpathia.

Thin air flowed around, and the surface of the planet in the distance appeared to be a desolate scene.

"Get ready, boys and girls." She turned and faced the soldiers in the cabin, her voice firm and powerful, with a reassuring majesty.

The huge fist wrapped in power armor hit the bulkhead heavily, making a dull sound like a war drum.

Everyone in the cabin stood up quickly, and with the help of magnetic boots, the Hell's Vanguards quickly lined up in orbital airborne formation.

Their movements were in unison, and their weapons and equipment gleamed coldly in the dim light, showing that they were well-trained.

"The war party has begun, it's time for us to set off." Valina pressed the green indicator light.

"Hell's Vanguards! Mission accomplished!" The Hell's Vanguards in the cabin stood up one after another. These young men and women checked the final preparations before the suborbital landing. They were like young eagles spreading their wings, waiting for the test of flying over the cliff.

Their leader, Senior Chief Sergeant Valina, turned around and jumped down without hesitation.

The low-visibility cloak behind her fluttered up and down in the strong wind, rustling, and her figure quickly disappeared into the vast sky, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind.
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In the atmosphere.

Skyhawk 1 dived with afterburner, and the fuselage rubbed violently with the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and a faint halo was produced around the fuselage due to the high temperature.

The ballistic computer calculated the landing point on Veronica's helmet. At this moment, she looked focused and eager to hunt.

"The bomb has left the cabin!" Veronica pressed the lever at the right time and reported loudly.

Immediately afterwards, a string of rockets shot out from the rocket nests on both sides, like angry fire snakes, dragging long tails of flames, and pounced towards the target.

When the bomb fell on the foundation of the signal tower, the warhead fuse hit the hard quick-concrete, and the firing pin pierced into the chemical energy detonator.

A blinding light burst out, so bright that the towers surrounding the hive were shaken.

The light was like a small sun, releasing destructive physical power and illuminating everything around it as bright as day.

"Wuhu~The bomb hit the target accurately!" Veronica clenched her fists excitedly, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

Her face was filled with the joy of victory, and her eyes were fixed on the direction of the explosion. The signal tower began to tilt, and under the powerful impact, it slowly fell to the southwest.

"The fallen signal tower is about to enter our departure path!"

Veronica's face, which had just been smiling excitedly, suddenly tensed. The reflections of her pupils and the wreckage of the signal tower became larger and larger. Her hands subconsciously grasped the armrests of the seat, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.

Faced with danger, Fasha remained silent, quickly adjusted the throttle with both hands, increased the engine output to maximum, and at the same time pulled the joystick upward to lift the nose of the plane.

Her eyes were focused and calm, and sweat was slightly beading on her forehead.

"Ah!" Even an elite pilot like Veronica couldn't remain calm in this situation. The huge acceleration pressed her whole body into the seat, and the seat belt made her extremely tight flight suit look bumpy.

In order to fight against the cerebral blood loss caused by overload, both of them gritted their teeth and held their breath, which made their expressions look a little hideous.

Whoosh! Whoosh——

Skyhawk 1 flew in a crescent-shaped arc, with the entire fuselage spread out in the air like a kite. This top-notch maneuver within the atmosphere is also called the "Cobra maneuver."

The fuselage drew a graceful and thrilling arc in the air, as if dancing with death.

The 40-meter-long fighter jet slowed down and rose in the sky, almost brushing past the signal tower.

Veronica stroked her little heart and breathed heavily. Suddenly, a figure flashed past the observation window beside her.

Accustomed to brushing shoulders with death, she regained her original liveliness. With curiosity, she pressed her round face against the cabin window and shouted in surprise: "Ahhh! It's the Hell Sniper!"

Her voice was full of surprise and excitement, and her eyes were fixed on the rapidly descending figures.
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The only soldier left to accompany Officer Clausewitz's staff in the attack was a Krieg grenadier.

He tried several times to pull the injured staff officer back from the line of fire, but each attempt was stopped by bullets from all directions.

He was even shot in the back, and blood stained his military uniform.

The grenadier simply bandaged the wound and prepared to make another attempt.

He no longer had any smoke bombs or grenades on him, but his eyes were full of determination.

He was not afraid of death, but if he died, there would be no one around to bring the staff officer back alive from the front line.

However, the enemy soldiers teased him and prevented him from pulling the officer back to the rear, forcing him to watch the staff officer's life slip away as time went by.

"Look at that supporter of the false emperor! He is making a futile attempt! Keep suppressing him! Let's see who will shoot through his head first!" The rebel sergeant laughed jokingly, suppressing the grenadiers with the laser gun in his hand. His laughter sounded particularly harsh on the battlefield, full of malice.

Whoosh! The gravity parachute's vector engine made a humming sound that was getting closer and closer.

"Huh? What is this sound?"

The rebel sergeant crawling on the ground looked up and around, but could not find the death falling from the sky.

Until a tall shadow approached from the sky and finally blocked his sight.

Puff!
Valina's combat boot stepped on his helmetless forehead, and his eyeball was crushed by the ceramic steel boot, rolling out of the eye socket with the optic nerve, and blood splattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)