Chapter 2053 Bloody Skeletons (Part 2)
Originally, it stands to reason that Winter, who grew up in the farmland, and Hayes, who struggled in the bottom nest, would never have any intersection throughout their lives, but this is fate. Wonder, or what might be called a miracle, may not be obvious, but it is still a miracle.
Also because of their similar age, Winter and Hayes quickly established a friendship. Hayes envied Winter’s complete family, even though he was not rich, because he probably would not be able to appreciate it in his life. I farmed under the scorching sun with my father, and when I returned to the cabin in the evening, I saw my mother having prepared the meal and chatting away.
And the joy of playing chess with my brothers and sisters before going to bed at night and blaming each other for regrets.
So Hayes hopes that he can help Winter go back alive and return to his hometown as much as possible. It would be very painful for such a family to lose anyone, because they would be sad for the loss.
As for Hayes himself, he knew that except for the people in the class, Uncle Hashet and Xiao An, probably no one would be sad because of his death. Maybe if he was lucky enough to return to the chaotic and dark nest, then he should also What can be done
He heard from the battalion commander that the war might be over. This is a good thing. At present, they are all still alive and are already stronger than 60% of the people - this is what he has learned from From what Commander Ayi heard, it seemed that the death rate among the recruits in the same batch as him had exceeded 60%.
"Ready to launch, one minute countdown."
A harsh metallic sound came through the hidden transmitter, and Hayes also heard the metallic friction sound of the assault ramp slowly closing.
As Hayes felt the vibrations from the assault craft's engines growing stronger, the sound returned.
"Prepare to launch, thirty seconds countdown."
At this time, he noticed that Winter was tightly holding the Skyhawk pendant hanging around his neck
"Don't worry, Winter."
Hayes looked at the other man with a smile, trying to ease the recruit's anxiety, like a friend.
“When I first landed, Uncle Hashet said that what you need to worry about is not falling, because nothing will kill you until you hit the ground.”
".Ten seconds countdown."
The metallic voice continued to count down, and Hayes and Winter prayed to the Emperor for a safe descent.
"May the Emperor bless you."
A more human voice sounded as the engine ignited, and Hayes found himself suddenly weightless.
They left the safety of the troopship.
"Bearing 17 degrees 15 minutes."
Amidst the roar of the engine, the hoarse navigation slave's parchment-thin tone was almost inaudible in the cockpit.
"A heading correction of -04 degrees 09 minutes is recommended for optimal atmospheric entry, all other system readings are normal."
"Check."
Main The pilot said solemnly, automatically pushing his control column forward to adjust.
"New bearing: 12 degrees 07 minutes, course correction confirmed."
"Correction confirmed."
The yellow, dull eyes of the auxiliary pilot slave rolled their eyes in their sockets, and re- Checked its calculations.
"Entering the atmosphere two, one, entering the atmosphere after five seconds, all system readings are normal."
The brief turbulence quickly disappeared.
"Look at that light."
The co-pilot chewed gum, raised his eyes from his instruments for a fraction of a second, and saw from the observation port of the lander's nose that the spacecraft was surrounded by a bright surrounded by a halo of red fire.
"No matter how many planetary drops we do, I'm not used to it. It's like riding in a fireball. I have to thank the Emperor for being the first to make a heat shield."
"Heat shield readings are normal."
The slave machine made a sound, gears spinning in its throat as it mistook the comment for a question.
"The outside temperature is within allowed operating thresholds and all system readings are normal."
"That's because you've only done a dozen airborne descents."
The lead pilot picked up the coffee pot and twisted it Open the lid, take a sip, and then tighten it again. "Believe me, when you come back a dozen times, you won't even notice it. How about the signal from the landing beacon? I don't want to miss the landing point."
"Beacon Signal readings are strong and clear, there are no hostile signals in the air scan, it looks like the sky is ours. Wait! The detector is reading some-"
"Warning! Warning!"
The machine slave interrupted all sounds.
"Unmarked small targets were found approaching quickly. They are suspected to be enemy anti-aircraft missiles. It is recommended to perform evasive maneuvers. The trajectory of the first batch of missiles is 87 degrees 03 minutes. Warning! The second batch of missiles were found to be launched. The trajectory of the missiles—— "
"Avoidance action confirmed!"
The main pilot's voice became very nervous. As he spoke, he pushed the control column forward to push the lander into a dive state.
"Keep an eye on the enemy's trajectory and airspeed until further orders are given, deploy chaff!"
"Chaff activated, chaff-reading instruments deployed successfully."
Co-pilot Looking at a screen in front of him, his voice suddenly became hoarse.
"Wait a minute, the chaff blocked part of it, like... the throne! There are too many enemy missiles! They are conducting covering fire, and we didn't get any warning!"
< br>"What do you mean? Well, if that's the case, we have nothing to worry about. If they fire blindly, then they don't necessarily have a chance of hitting us if they fire a thousand."
Even if you say this, you still have to hide if you should.
“Prepare for a hard landing!”
The lead pilot said as he loudly ordered the lander to move forward into a steeper dive, and from outside they could hear the first missiles The sound of explosion.
"Servant: Release standard flaps and navigation safety protocols, I want full control! The landing point may be a little offset!"
For Hayes, this experience was the same as It was never the same before.
He felt like he was really falling.
Nothing can slow or stop them.
Like a comet.
Falling down from the stars at will.
In the crew compartment, everyone was slammed back into their seats by the force of acceleration, and Hayes felt as if his stomach was being pushed up from his throat.
All around him he heard cries of mercy and whispered oaths, while at the same time the skin of his face was stretched so tight that he was sure it was about to be torn from his bones.
Then, far louder than any noise he had ever experienced before, there was the roar of another explosion and the subsequent sound of tearing metal.
With these sounds, the fall began, and he found himself being pushed down into his seat with greater force.
Winter screamed.
"We are hit! We are hit! We are falling from the sky and we are going to die!"
"Wen is like this, you will scare other people, you have to-"
As soon as Hayes said a few words, he felt a nauseating acid tide rising in his stomach, and he took the last meal The semi-digested remains of the meal spurted uncontrollably from his mouth, soaking the hapless buddy sitting in front of him.
But just before the weightlessness further tortured his stomach, the whole world stopped spinning, and the assault boat made a bone-chilling crash and a terrifying scream, like a mortally wounded beast. The death knell finally hits the ground.
The interior of the crew fell into darkness, and there was silence for a while.
(End of this chapter)