Originally, Winter, who grew up in the farmland, and Hayes, who was struggling in the bottom nest, would never have any intersection in his entire life, but this is the wonder of fate, or it can be called a miracle, perhaps not conspicuous, but it is still a miracle.
It is also because they are similar to each other's age that Winter and Hayes quickly established a friendship. Hayes envied Winter's complete family, although not rich, because he probably could not understand the scene of farming with his father under the scorching sun, returning to the cabin in the evening, seeing his mother preparing food and chatting about it.
And the joy of playing chess with brothers and sisters before going to bed at night and accuses each other of regretting chess.
So Hayes hopes that he can help Winter go back alive and return to his hometown as much as possible. Such a family will be painful if anyone is missing, because they will be sad for the loss.
As for Hayes himself, he knew that except for the people in the class, Uncle Hashett and Xiao An, no one would be sad about his death. Maybe if he was lucky enough to return to the chaotic and dark nest, then he should be able to do something...
He heard from the battalion commander that the war might be over, which is a good thing. They are still alive and are better than 60% of the people - this is what he heard from Chief Ai. It seems that the death rate of the new recruits in the same group as him has exceeded 60%.
"Prepare to launch, count down for one minute."
A harsh metal sound was made through the hidden messenger, and Hayes also heard the metal friction of the assault ramp slowly closing.
When Hayes felt the vibration of the assault boat engines become stronger, the sound came back.
"Prepare to launch, count down thirty seconds."
At this moment, he noticed that Winter was holding the Skyhawk Pendant hanging around his neck tightly.
"Don't worry, Winter."
Hayes looked at the other party with a smile, trying to relieve the recruit's anxiety, just like comforting his friend.
"When I first logged in, Uncle Hashett said that the thing I need to worry about is not falling down, because anything will have to wait for you to hit the ground before killing you."
“……Countdown to ten seconds.”
The sound of metal continues to count down, and Hays and Winter pray to the Emperor for a safe decline.
"May the Emperor bless you and so on."
When the engine ignited, a more humanized voice rang out, and Hayes found himself suddenly losing weight.
They left the safe troop ship.
“Azip 17 degrees and 15 minutes.”
Amid the roar of the engine, the hoarse tone of the navigation slave's parchment was almost impossible to hear in the cockpit.
"It is recommended to make a heading correction of -04 degrees 09 points for optimal atmospheric entry, and all other systems read normally."
"examine."
The main pilot said in a deep voice, pushing his lever forward to adjust.
"New orientation: 12 degrees 07 points, confirm the course correction."
“Revise confirmation.”
The yellowed unsacred eyes of the auxiliary driving slave rolled their eyes in the sockets and rechecked its calculations.
"In five seconds, enter the atmosphere...two, one, enter the atmosphere, and all systems read normally."
The brief bump quickly disappeared.
"Look at that light."
The co-pilot chewed the gum, lifted his eyes from his instrument for a few minutes, and saw from the observation port of the landing machine's nose surrounded by a bright red flame.
"No matter how many planetary landings we did, I wasn't used to it, it was like riding in a fireball and I had to thank the Emperor for the first person to make the heat shield."
“The heat shield reads normally.”
The slave made a sound, and the gears were spinning inside its throat because it mistakenly thought the comment was a problem.
"The external temperature is within the allowable operating threshold and all systems read normally."
"That's because you've only done a dozen airborne times."
The main driver picked up the coffee pot and twisted the lid, took a small sip, and then twisted it tighter.
"Believe me, when you come on for a dozen more times, you won't even notice it. What's the signal of the landing beacon? I don't want to miss the landing point."
"The beacon signal reading is strong and clear, there is no hostile signal to the air scan, it seems that the sky belongs to us... Wait! The detector is reading some-"
"Warning! Warning!"
The slave interrupted all the sounds.
"I found that the unidentified small targets approached quickly, and were suspected to be enemy air defense missiles. It is recommended to evade maneuvers. The first batch of missiles has a trajectory of 87 degrees and 03 points. Warning! The second batch of missiles were launched, and the missile trajectory was found--"
"Avoiding action confirmation!"
The main pilot's voice became very nervous. He said, pushing the lever forward and pushing the lander into a dive state.
"Focus on enemy trajectories and airspeed until further orders are available to deploy foil!"
"The foil strip is started, and the instrument that reads the foil strip is successfully deployed."
The co-pilot looked at a screen in front of him and his voice suddenly became hoarse.
"Wait, the foil blocked part of it, it seemed... Throne! The number of enemy missiles is too large! They are conducting coverage shooting, and we are not warned!"
"You mean? Well, if that's the case, we have nothing to worry about, and if they fire blindly, then they don't necessarily have a chance to hit us if they fire a thousand."
I said that, but I still have to hide.
"Prepare to land hard!"
The main driver said, loudly commanding the lander to advance forward and conduct a steeper dive, and from outside they could hear the sound of the first missile exploded.
"Servant: Unlock the standard flap and navigation security protocol, I want full control! The landing points may be somewhat offset!"
For Hayes, this experience is different from before.
He felt that he was really falling down.
There is nothing to slow down or stop them.
Like a comet.
Fall down randomly from the stars.
In the crew cabin, everyone was hit back into the seat by the accelerated force, and Hayes felt his stomach seemed to be pushing up from his throat.
Around him, he heard the shouts of pity and the whisper of vows, while the skin on his face was pulled tight enough that he was sure he was about to tear off his bones.
Then, much louder than any noise he had felt before, another roar of explosion and the subsequent ripples of metal.
With these sounds, the fall began and he found himself being pushed down in his seat with greater force.
Winter screamed.
"We were hit! We were hit! We fell from the sky and we were going to die!"
"Wen especially does this, you will scare others, you have to-"
Hayes had just said a few words and felt his stomach rise in a nauseous sour tide, and the semi-digestible residue of his last meal was uncontrollably sprayed out of his mouth, soaking the unlucky buddy sitting in front of him.
But just before the weightlessness further tortures his stomach, the whole world stopped spinning, and the assault boat made a biting and terrifying scream, like the death knell of a deadly wounded beast that finally hit the ground.
Chapter completed!