Chapter 510 Banshee
Six AH/G-24 Banshee bombers appeared below Eric's fighter plane, dodging the bile jets accelerated to twice the speed of sound by the jet organs. The tail of one of them was hit. This one had twin turbines. The beautiful fighter plane with a fan engine then spun and fell.
Eric didn't have time to mourn. He just hoped that the driver of the Banshee was not the nice guy who had a drink with him in the bar.
A single-seat bomber with very little armor and almost no power to fight back against enemy fighters. Those who drive her are lone heroes.
Not all Banshee pilots are female, although they always have the largest proportion of female pilots among them. Never try to anger a banshee, or you'll have to pray that the laws of the Empire save your life.
The banshee pilots of the Tyranid Empire are not wild weeds like Eric. They all graduated from the Air Force Pilot School, Air Force Academy and Air Force Officer Candidate School in Umoyan or Antiga. They are all the best. Only 3,000 out of 70,000 people can become fighter pilots.
Flying a fighter plane is not like driving around in a civilian aircraft. Operating a modern fighter plane is extremely complicated. The pilots of the Tyranid Empire should be true elites. At the same time, they should and must be truly fearless.
Emperor Augustus said that every soldier of the Revolutionary Army (Empire) is a hero of this era. They form the division of justice and the shield of mankind.
"In the direction of bullseye 150, a king insect was visually detected. Repeat, a giant king insect. The helium bags on both sides of its body are two hundred feet wide. A special variant." The voice came from Eric's wingman, who was just like They maintain formation flight as steadily as an albatross flapping its wings.
"A big guy, requesting attack instructions."
"No. 3, attack." Eric looked at the HUD display and took a deep breath from his oxygen breathing mask.
The experience of many battles with insect swarms tells Eric that a king insect will not appear alone in most cases. These giant zerg suspended in the sky are equivalent to the basic human officers, or in other words, they are the signal base station used to establish the psychic link between the cerebrates and the members of the group, and the cerebrates are the ones that control the zerg on the ground.
But the radar showed that there were no more big guys like this nearby. If there were, they should have been shot down by fighters on the periphery of the fighter formation.
"Climb to one thousand five hundred feet." Swift 3 said:
"Lock the target and launch the missile."
"I have killed my enemy."
Eric was happy that his comrades in the formation had achieved results, but if someone from another squadron had done it, he would not be able to hide his jealousy and taunt him.
The pilot of Swift 3 was a great young man, Holland Lancaster. Everyone called him Kitten because during training he was ridiculed by the instructor for punching weakly like a kitten. Now, Horan's punches are faster and more accurate than anyone else's.
Holland is very young, only 22 years old. He comes from a wealthy family and became a pilot purely out of interest. Now, his family regrets their support for him. This is undoubtedly a stupid child who is willing to go to the battlefield for the so-called noble cause and the grand but illusory concept of fighting for humanity.
And Eric knew that Holland was just looking for excitement. He may have been convinced by the revolutionary army, but this guy never talked about revolution.
Fighter piloting is a high-risk profession, especially in increasingly intense wars. Even if they ejected before the fighter plane crashed, they would be worse off than dead if they fell into the hands of the Zerg. If they were caught by the Tal'darin protoss, they might be willing to let these humans meet their tragic death in the arena. .
At this time, Eric drove the Wraith fighter and spun to avoid a compressed bile shot into the air. Even though that thing is not big, it is enough to blow up a fighter plane into scrap metal. Fighters that were not fast enough and pilots that were not sharp enough have lost their lives.
So far, this huge mixed fleet has not encountered swarms of Zerg air forces, but the Zerg anti-aircraft firepower in Megaton City has shot down many fighters. At least the Gryphon Swarm and their loathsome plague lord Carlos haven't found a way to make the infected sprout wings and fly.
But it will be a matter of time.
So far, the bombing mission has gone exactly as planned. In fact, the Air Force had carried out multiple armed reconnaissances long before the operation to ensure that Megaton was not a "vulnerability" intentionally exposed by the swarm.
At the same time, satellites in the geostationary orbit of Agria are also monitoring Magadon at all times, and a fleet of twelve battlecruisers is ready.
Eric had stopped praying to God a long time ago, but he sincerely hoped that if there was a God, please ask him to let the righteous side win. If those Xel'Naga were the gods of the past, they must be sitting in wheelchairs now, indifferent to the disputes between their creations.
Speaking of which, Eric would rather seek strength from Emperor Augustus.
Under his seat is a portrait of Emperor Augustus enthroning. It is a gorgeous oil painting. On it, the emperor in military uniform is putting a crown on his beautiful and charming red-haired queen, symbolizing Mengsk. The royal wolves prostrate themselves at the emperor's feet.
Like many Imperial soldiers, Eric's dream girl is Princess Dorothy Mengsk, the Grand Duchess of Blue. It is rumored that Princess Dorothy also had a sister, and there are old photos circulating, but now she is missing.
Imperial pilots may spend their free time dating female companions, but none of them are married.
This is a career that involves a narrow escape from death. During the Battle of Aiur, Eric saw ninety-five Avengers and Wraith fighter jets taking off from the starport, and in the end only eleven returned to the air force base. Of the remaining people, only two were rescued by protoss or friendly forces.
In the distant Hailsen, there is an old mother waiting for Eric to return, and Eric only hopes that the woman will forget that she gave birth to him.
The fighter pilots of the Tyranid Empire come from hundreds of different worlds. Some worlds are on the edge of black holes with huge waves, and some worlds have wide waters with water as hot as hot springs. Each different world expects a mother who can see through the eyes, and most of them can only get a letter from the Empire in the end, dear mother, your son/daughter was killed somewhere.
They will fight to the death just to live here.
This is no longer the best era for human existence in Tyran, and separation between life and death is commonplace.
With a beep beep, the Banshee bombers in the flight formation adjusted their course and turned left to dive down, followed by an even larger fleet of Grizzly bombers. The screams and explosions of dropping bombs were accompanied by billowing smoke.
Tens of thousands of high-explosive plastic bombs equipped with rocket propellers, cluster explosives and solid incendiary bombs were poured into the urban area of Megaton that had been completely eroded by the zerg infection. Each bomb weighed more than 1,000 pounds, nearly half a ton.
Hundreds of thick black smoke rose up from Magadon, and then turned into a sea of fire.
Eric, who was at a height of a thousand feet, could already see that the entire city of Megaton was burning. This was originally a green and beautiful city with urban roads extending in all directions and green city parks.
Magadun is now covered with dark purple and brown attachments. It has been ignited, with thick smoke bursting from the dark red flames. The debris and thick smoke raised by the explosion have greatly affected visibility.
The sun shines through the parting clouds, and the scene somehow adds to the sadness.
Magadon was not the first target to be completely destroyed. The entire main nest of the Griffin Swarm in Agria was dealt a devastating blow, and the spore ejection organs and venomophages they used to spread the virus were also destroyed. Tactical nuclear bombs targeted destruction.
The Griffin Swarm seemed not to care about the gain or loss of land at all, and did not make any useful efforts to defend Agria. And according to Dr. Narud, the imperial royal biologist who is the most keen on alarmism, the brainworm Carlos has probably achieved some of his own goals.
New zerg variants have emerged that will serve as the vanguard and weapon of the swarm's next attack.
"Well done." Applause came from Eric's channel, and the Empire's Wraith fighter pilots were not stingy with their praises.
Banshees, these pathetic bitches, have the advantage of being economical and productive and can be quickly deployed to the front line without the need for additional ammunition to be mounted. The shortcomings are also obvious, they are just targets for the resentful spirits.
This version is nominally a stealth bomber, but it only has the stealth module of the Wraith fighter. In order to increase the amount of bombs dropped, maintaining the stealth endurance is very problematic, and other problems also arise. After all, after winning the bid from Marshal Augustus in 2492, Procyon Industries completed the design, development, and mass production in just two years.
But it is undeniable that the Banshee is still a very good strategic bomber and a masterpiece of the era that has emerged since Total War. Whether it is speed, stealth, bomb load or precise bombing, they are far ahead of the old bomber models. In the end, what allowed Proxion to defeat other bidding companies was the Banshee's low cost and its ability as a medium bomber. The maneuverability is only equivalent to 3/2 of a G-225 medical transport aircraft.
The Banshee is now the mainstay of the Tyranid Empire's bomber force and has won the favor of the Imperial Air Force and Bomber Command.
She is still a close-ground fighter that can only travel in the atmosphere. It cannot reach escape speed with its own turbine engine. Although it can also be pushed into space by adding rockets, the Banshee is not used in the space battlefield at all.
The Banshee was born about eight years earlier, also due to the fact that the Brood War was set eight years earlier. With the continuous advancement of aviation technology, it is inevitable that fighter planes and warships that are getting faster and more maneuverable will continue to appear, especially when Emperor Augustus invested more than 30% of his fiscal revenue in the development of armaments.
The Koprulu sector is in a state of war, and it is no longer the peaceful era of the past. Forced by powerful external enemies, the Terran Empire on the ruins of the Federation has liquidated the founding families and their ill-gotten wealth, concentrated resources and manpower, and is transforming into a rumbling war machine at an alarming speed.
For the various war weapons that the Tyran Empire was gradually debuting, the United Umoyan Republic also wanted a share of the pie. However, after Umoyan spies were discovered in Valhalla and several other weapon prototype bases, Emperor Augustus and Umoyan The MPs could only leave unhappy.
The Camorion Alliance quickly produced their version of the Wolf Warrior and the Banshee, but no one knew what price they paid.
The Wraith fighter pilots are not jealous of the status of the Banshee fighter. The two models are not in conflict with each other at all. The Wraith is a powerful air superiority fighter and can fly at high speeds in the sky to escort fleets and capital ships.
But according to the speed at which the empire's equipment is being updated, this situation shouldn't last long.
"Bomb drop completed, please return." Eric released the accelerator and once again looked at the entire battlefield from a God's perspective.
"Not allowed. Swift Squadron, ascend to an altitude of 20,000 feet for cruising." The commander's emotionless voice came from the headquarters.
Eric silently recited "Sicha" in his mind. In the minds of pilots, their commanders were idiots who couldn't even fly a plane, and they always kept talking about it endlessly.
"On the way, headquarters." Eric said.
"Three Griffin swarm battlecruisers are entering the atmosphere from high-altitude orbit. All Wraiths, stop them before support arrives. The remaining squadrons continue to perform escort missions."
A Zerg Battlecruiser, which was an extremely bizarre statement, even if Eric didn't have to prove how the Zerg could build their own.
But they do exist, and there are quite a few of them.
The warships picked up from the rubbish by the swarm have crashed or lost contact, but the zerg infection has turned them into living creatures. Many of these battleships come from the former UED expeditionary force. It is said that the crews and captains there have long turned into hideous monsters and walking zombies, but they still drive those ghost ships as they did in the past.
Some of these captains, captains, and fleet commanders corrupted by the swarm still retain the wisdom and cunning captains of the past. The most famous among them is the former Hand of Man, Commander of the UED Expeditionary Force Gerald Dugar. .
It's just that Dugar's grand ambition to conquer the Koprulu sector on behalf of the United Earth Council and humanity has turned into a joke.
"Yes, sir." Eric raised the nose of the Wraith fighter plane and passed through the clouds straight into the sky. A large number of Wraith spirits followed him and made the same move. The clouds at this time were like a white sea, and they just fell into the sea of clouds.
Wraith fighters are not afraid of battlecruisers. A large group of Wraiths can completely round up and hunt a lone battlecruiser, just like a swarm of orcas surrounding baleen whales.
A battlecruiser wrapped in tentacles and tentacles has appeared in Eric's eyes. According to the vague painting and hull number, it is Dugar's flagship Alexander.
Thousands of tentacles overflowed from the cracks in the Alexander's deck, stabbing at Eric's Wraith fighter like moving snakes.
He only has one chance to escape the attack.