Ever since hearing the commissar's explanation that day, Lede had become much quieter. Yarrick did not explain anything further to him.
If he wanted to become a member of the Astra Militarum, he had better adapt to the brutal wars of this dark universe in advance.
Lede quickly adjusted the communicator's channels, searching as best he could for the contact code of any bomber.
"This is... Commissar Yarrick... We need... air support... Destroy that turret..."
The transmission was somewhat distorted and intermittent, but its general meaning could still be made out.
"This is... Randolph... We... can provide... support..."
Having received a reply, Lede nodded to Commissar Yarrick. "A Marauder Bomber is on its way."
"Then it had better get here quickly. I can already see the outline of that largest anti-air turret."
The sound of the Marauder Bomber tearing through the air drew attention across the battlefield. The Gretchin and Ork boys in those massive turrets also noticed this humie aircraft.
They swung their gun barrels around, tracking its movements.
Predictive shots exploded behind the aircraft. It seemed these Orks relied entirely on their shooting experience and observation of trajectories for anti-aircraft fire.
There were no calculations at all, nor any assistance from a machine spirit.
The Ork in the turret roared and shouted. After firing several thousand iron pellets, he had mastered the trajectories and could make even more accurate lead shots.
A barrage of shells detonated against the Marauder Bomber. Some of the mixed fire pierced its fuselage, while others bounced off harmlessly, but none of it had much effect on the bomber's movements.
Before the Orks' eyes, the melta bombs carried by the Marauder Bomber dropped free and flew toward them.
"Quick, quick, quick! Turn on that thing whatshisname made!"
The Gretchin yanked down a lever. Just