Unfortunately, although the pilots' reactions were already astonishingly fast, they still struggled against such ferocious and precise attacks.
The incoming autocannon fire seemed to have eyes. No matter how the fighters evaded, they were still struck with unerring accuracy.
The pilots could only watch helplessly as deadly autocannon shells streaked across the sky like meteors before smashing mercilessly into their beloved fighters.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Violent explosions rang out across the sky one after another, brilliant fireballs soaring upward.
Each explosion meant another fighter had been ruthlessly destroyed, reduced to countless burning fragments that scattered in all directions. The once orderly fighter formation was torn apart in an instant, and the entire sky was shrouded in billowing smoke.
"Quickly!"
The transport ship following behind the fighters was like a panicked beast. Upon seeing the fighter force ahead come under attack, it swiftly maneuvered its massive body and plunged toward the ground at lightning speed.
At this moment, the transport ship's pilots had completely abandoned any thought of approaching the Defense Force positions. The heretics' anti-air firepower was simply too fierce; bringing the main force any closer would be no different from seeking death.
The transport ship's pilot looked grave but steady. Both hands tightly gripping the controls, he focused entirely on managing the ship's descent speed and angle.
Accompanied by a violent tremor and a howling roar, the transport ship finally landed steadily on the surface. The moment it came to a stop, the pilot roared impatiently over the communications channel, "Get off the ship!"
His voice crashed beside every Astra Militarum soldier's ears like thunder.
"Move! Move! Get your asses in gear!" Seeing that everyone was still hesitating, the pilot shouted again at the top of his lungs.
At that moment, a burly, stern-faced Astra Militarum regimental commander sprang