Chapter 116 A Simple Task

Since he heard the explanation of the political commissar that day, Reid has become much more silent, and Yarrick will not explain anything more to him.

Since he wants to become a star army, he'd better adapt to the cruel war of the dark universe in advance.

Reid quickly adjusted the channel of the communicator and tried to find the contact code of any bomber.

"This is. Political commissar Yarrick. We need. Air cover to destroy that turret."

The communication was a little lost and intermittent, but it was still possible to hear the general idea.

"This is. Randolph. We can provide support."

After receiving the reply, Reid nodded to Political Commissar Yarrick: "A predator bomber will come."

"Then he'd better hurry up, I can already see the shadow of the largest anti-aircraft turret."

The sound of the predator bomber cutting through the air came, attracting the attention of the battlefield, and the fart spirits and orc boys in the big turrets also noticed this shrimp plane.

Turn the muzzle to track the movement of the plane.

Predictive shots exploded behind the plane. It seemed that these orcs relied entirely on their own shooting experience and observation of ballistics for air defense.

There was no calculation or assistance from the machine soul at all.

The orc sat in the turret and yelled. He had mastered the ballistics through thousands of iron balls and could make more accurate pre-aiming.

A series of bullets exploded on the Predator bomber. Some of the mixed bullets penetrated the fuselage, while others bounced off helplessly, but this did not have any more impact on the bomber's movements.

Under the eyes of the orcs, the hot melt bomb mounted on the Predator bomber fell off and flew towards them.

"Quick, quick, quick! Open the one that made it!"

The fart spirit pulled down a lever suddenly. When the hot melt bomb was about to fall on the big turret, a layer of electromagnetic ripple-like shield was generated, paralyzing the trigger fuse of the hot melt bomb, and pushing the bomb to roll to other places like an invisible hand.

"Tsk, the orcs' new toys?" Yarrick saw all this, and he felt that these orcs became more and more difficult and smarter as the war progressed.

"Wow hahaha! The electric shield I got from Lao Ba is quite useful! Keep firing, keep singing!"

The undamaged turret still maintained its original firing frequency, suppressing the imperial soldiers and smashing them together with the ruins of the bunker.

The shield flashing with arcs successfully blocked the bomber's bombs again, and once again captured the figure of the Predator bomber.

A series of bullets shot directly into it, penetrating the solid cabin glass.

"Ahem." Randolph felt that he had been shot into a sieve. The intention of several attacks was too obvious. He should have circled around and attacked secretly.

But the friendly forces that kept passing away on the ground would not give him so much time. Engine No. 4 was finished, and Engines No. 1 and No. 2 were also on the verge of being ignited by fuel leakage.

Now, apart from him, only Regel, who was operating the rear turret, could speak. The rest of the crew were either dead or seriously injured and unconscious.

"The bombs have been used up." He quickly glanced at the condition of the fuselage and connected the channel between Political Commissar Yarrick and the crew.

"This is Randolph, the pilot of the Predator bomber. We have run out of ammunition. But we will make the Emperor proud of us."

"Yes, yes. Let the Emperor be proud of us." Regel's voice also mixed in, and the sound of gunfire mixed with explosives made his words a little vague.

"Do what you should do, soldier." Yarrick already knew what they had to do. Whether they could break through the last turret and rush to the largest anti-aircraft artillery position depended on this opportunity.

The Predator bomber, which was riddled with holes and emitting black smoke, flew back again. This time, the orcs didn't care about it. After all, the things dropped by this thing were completely useless to their shields, so there was no need to be afraid.

They just needed to use these awesome big guns to smash all those shrimps.

"Boss? That shit plane."

"I told you to ignore that thing. The balls he dropped are useless. Load my magazine!"

"It's not the boss. He's rushing towards us!" The fart spirit shouted as the bomber, which was getting bigger and bigger, dived towards their turret.

"Shield! Where's the shield? The shield can save it!" The orc who was obsessed with shooting also noticed this problem and smashed a glass cover with a punch. It was written on it: If you need stronger protection, please smash it.

The button was pressed by the orc, and the electric shield of the entire turret shone with stronger lightning.

Yarick's heart suddenly tightened. He hoped that the orc shield would not block Randolph's bomber.

"These orcs are always interesting. It was like this before and it is still like this now." In the shadow of a building, Sage Chaos was observing everything on the battlefield.

A large group of orc corpses fell beside him, each of them was killed with one blow, without any extra wounds at all.

Sage Chaos was standing among the orc corpses, analyzing the performance of the electric shield.

"Hmm. Repulsion shield. It also has a little EMP effect. This orc master is really a smart guy who came up with such a thing." Sage Chaos's green eyepiece flashed, and he was thinking whether to help them.

Let's help. If they can't get in, it will be too late for him to see that guy. He took out a black stone block and clicked it with his mechanical finger.

The stone broke apart and turned into a string of green code that dissipated in the air.

Randolph sat in his cockpit, watching the buildings flashing by and the orc turrets that were constantly enlarging in front of him. This was his last effort.

"This?" He suddenly felt that the plane with many damaged engines suddenly accelerated, and almost instantly exceeded its original maximum speed of 1800km per hour.

The plane that accelerated suddenly didn't even give him more time to react. Under the pressure of the speed, he vaguely saw the last flashing data on the screen.

Speed: km/h

The bomber crashed directly into the orc turret, and the electric shield didn't even have any blocking effect.

The other structures of the fuselage exploded inside the orc turret, while the more solid main body penetrated the entire turret structure at high speed and plunged into the foundation and exploded.

If there was only fuel, it would not be enough to cause such a violent explosion that could shatter the ground and sink the entire turret.

Yarrick could only think that this was a chain reaction of the shells stored inside the orcs.

But the great sage Chaos in the shadows was very satisfied with the little toy he had just made.