Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 991, page 08.990: "The 'White Dandelion' That Fell From the Sky"

Amidst the dark clouds in the sky, the massive attack aircraft formation had split into two groups, one in front and one behind. The leading Predator bomber formation, like a flock of circling vultures, silently arrived above the airfield barracks.

"Captain, we have reached our destination." The young blonde navigator reported to Natalia Leisa Mecklin, the lead pilot of the bomber group.

Her heavily gloved hand gripped a drawing pencil tightly as she rapidly marked and calculated on the electronic chart flickering in front of her: "We have entered the planned attack route."

Captain Natalia and her co-pilot looked down through the reinforced glass cockpit at the hellish scene below.

On the ground, a dense barrage of anti-aircraft fire resembled an overgrown forest, relentlessly chasing and strafing the more maneuverable and faster "Furious" interceptors. Only a few stray bullets and misfired projectiles futilely passed beneath their massive and steady bomber formation.

"Telegram to all units of the 588th Squadron: We have entered the attack flight path, attack coordinates 332.479. Prepare to drop bombs."

Inside the cockpit, the bomb release indicator light changed from red to green, indicating that the bombs were unlocked.

"Attention, the bomb bay is opening. All personnel must immediately move out of the moving area."

Beneath the massive belly of the Marauder bomber, the heavy bomb bay slowly opened, revealing a full load of deadly cargo, just waiting for the bombardier to press the button that would decide the fate of countless people.

On the ground, several Thunder fighter jets in auxiliary hangars were slowly driving out of the hangars and taxiing along the side hangar runway toward the takeoff runway.

This was their last chance to intercept enemy aircraft, and their only hope to escape the airport that was about to be completely invaded by the enemy—only by successfully taking off would these pilots have a chance of survival.

"Romulus-3 is taking off! I'm going to teach these audacious bastards a lesson they won't forget!"

"Go! Romulus-3! This is the control tower! Take out all those intruding aircraft!"

"I will handle it!"

The "Thunder" fighter jets, painted the crimson red of the Severo rebels, had already entered the runway. The pilots lowered their takeoff flaps and pulled the throttle valves to their maximum, preparing for a short-distance emergency takeoff.

He hadn't run very far; the plane's nose was just slightly raised, and it hadn't completely left the ground yet.

Whoosh!
A starlight missile roared out from above a tall tower. Three high-speed spinning dart-shaped missiles, traveling at terrifying speeds several times the speed of sound, hurtled straight towards the crimson fighter jet.

Wow!

The plane suddenly disintegrated in mid-air, as if it had been sliced ​​apart by three invisible blades simultaneously. The rear of the fuselage plummeted downwards helplessly, while the nose, due to its immense inertia, continued to climb upwards.

boom!
The dismantled "Thunder" fighter jet exploded into burning debris, like fireworks during a festival, scattering across the runway. The fuel tanks, filled with aviation promethium, ignited the entire runway, setting it ablaze.

Behind it, other fighter jets were attempting to take off. But they were repeatedly and precisely attacked by Hellslingers who had already infiltrated the tops of buildings surrounding the control tower, using shoulder-fired missile launchers.

One, two, three...

After suffering the heavy loss of five fighter jets that were destroyed in mid-air before they even took off, the pilots of the Principality of Severus finally gave up their futile attempt to intercept the enemy from this deadly runway.

Although they successfully prevented the other fighter jets from taking off to intercept them, the situation was equally dire for the Hell Vanguard, whose tracks had already been exposed—the garrison troops in the barracks had discovered their movements and approximate location.

These rebel soldiers, clad in red armor, were fully prepared and roared as they charged out of the camp. Even Chimera armored vehicles and Leman Russ main battle tanks, with their engines running, charged menacingly towards the infiltrators, determined to annihilate them completely.

The Hellsoldier Platoon lacked sufficient anti-tank weapons to destroy several battalions of garrison vehicles, let alone the ability to directly confront a mass charge of thousands of infantrymen.

Just then, a piercing shriek came from the sky.

Call——

One after another, eerie blue plasma bombs rained down from the sky under the cover of night. Their warheads emitted a distinct blue fluorescence in the air, and their sheer number made them both spectacular and deadly.

The plasma bomb fell to the ground, triggering its fuse immediately. The churning plasma, hot enough to melt steel, instantly melted the steel structure of the barracks.

A mere drop of plasma splashed onto a human body could easily burn through the thickest individual armor, until it burned through flesh and bone, relentlessly piercing through everything before dripping to the ground. The Hell Soldiers used their few remaining missile launchers to target the slowly advancing, menacing Leman Russ main battle tanks and Chimera armored vehicles.

Suddenly, the lead Leman Russ was hit directly by a plasma bomb that fell from the sky.

Soon, flames burst forth from the top of the vehicle, shooting high into the air like dazzling fireworks.

The crew members, their bodies charred black and billowing smoke, frantically scrambled out from under the hatch. They screamed as they jumped out of the vehicle, writhing on the ground in agony, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

Before two people could escape, and just as the third person had leaned halfway out, the Leman Rus main battle tank exploded violently.

The secondary explosion was extremely powerful. The cannon shells were detonated simultaneously inside that heavy "metal box," and the entire vehicle instantly turned into a super-sized fragmentation bomb.

The entire vehicle was torn apart from the inside out, and the flying armor plates, like the scythe of death, severed the limbs of the infantrymen following alongside. The massive shockwave also pulverized those armored soldiers who managed to jump out of the tank.

On the ground, only a large pool of splattered, blurry char and bloodstains remained; no intact limbs could be found.

Those who survived were subsequently melted alive in the carpet bombing of plasma bombs.

The bombers in front had just finished dropping their bombs when the cargo door of the transport plane behind them slowly opened.

The black "Valkyrie" inside began its rapid descent—it carried Stormtroopers, the security force clad in black armor. Commanded personally by the political commissars dispatched from each ship, their aim was to seize key points on the battlefield via rapid rappelling and provide support for the Hellslingers who had already landed.

However, they were not the main force in this operation.

Light infantry special operations units are not capable of quickly capturing an entire airfield.

What follows is Horatio's recent culmination of all his efforts, and the highlight of this high-stakes gamble.

One by one, the stern compartments of the Averus-class large landing craft slowly opened, but they did not seem to have any intention of landing.

Principal Yadwiga sat upright inside the vehicle, offering a brief pre-battle prayer. She sat atop an Arion-type eight-wheeled fire support vehicle equipped with a 105mm laser cannon. Ahead of her were many other such vehicles, primarily divided into two different categories.

One type has had all unnecessary heavy armor and weapon stations removed, leaving only the basic bare vehicle and the heavy bolt carriers that came with it, in order to minimize weight. This is an airborne troop transport vehicle specifically designed to carry infantry.

There is another type, which is the one that Yadvig is currently riding in. It is also a pure fire support vehicle with all the additional terracotta armor removed, only the remote weapon station on the roof is retained, and it does not carry any infantry.

They will be used to provide valuable armored fire support for this military operation. Their role is similar to that of the Stryker mobile cavalry fighting vehicle from the 3K era, equipped with a 105mm unmanned remote-controlled turret.

Of course, this special unit also includes the new Earth Dragon Cavalry Regiment's original, lighter "Pegasus" four-wheeled reconnaissance vehicles.

This was an unprecedented experimental force—Horrishau selected and transferred the most skilled and daring dragoons from the original First and Second Battalions of the Newland Dragoons to form the brand-new First Battalion.

This battalion's tactics are completely different from all other dragoon battalions—instead of driving their vehicles out after the transport planes land, they are directly dropped from the air along with their vehicles by parachute!
"Airborne combat vehicles are being deployed."

Beep! Beep! Beep!
The piercing warning lights began to flash. Yadwiga took a deep breath.

The chariot she was riding in, with its rear facing backward, slowly slid towards the open hatch that resembled the gaping maw of an abyss, pulled by magnetic rails.

Whoosh!
Sitting in the chair, with his body firmly restrained by the seatbelt, Jadwiga felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she could clearly feel herself falling backwards toward the ground, along with the massive steel behemoth weighing tens of tons beneath her.

puff!
With a dull thud, her vestibular receptors returned to a normal sitting position.

As the Averus landing craft roared past the airport's runway, clusters of enormous white "dandelions," each composed of several large parachutes, quietly bloomed in the dark night sky.

(End of this chapter)