"This is utterly humiliating! Unless we destroy at least one of those detestable xenos warships with our own hands, the disgrace we have suffered will never be washed away!" someone else shouted in agreement, their voice brimming with endless hatred.
More and more crew members who had only just clawed their way back from the brink of death, still shaken by the ordeal, were inspired when they saw the pilot's actions. The fighting spirit in their hearts was instantly ignited.
Thus, they too sprang up from the ground without hesitation and scrambled to follow the first two, forming a fierce-looking group as they strode toward the fighters waiting silently in the hangar to be deployed once more.
It was worth noting that every naval fleet kept a certain number of fighters in reserve.
This way, even if some fighters were unfortunately destroyed in fierce combat, as long as their pilots survived, they could immediately switch to new aircraft and return to the battlefield to continue fighting bravely.
A pilot who had luckily survived the Aeldari's overwhelming, rain-like barrage watched in grief and fury as dozens of friendly fighters instantly turned into blazing fireballs under the enemy's savage, merciless assault, exploding and breaking apart one after another as wreckage scattered everywhere.
Consumed by rage, his eyes wide and the veins on his forehead bulging, he immediately roared through the comm channel, "Attention, everyone! Keep charging forward! Don't retreat a single step!
"We're going to wipe out every one of those damned xenos warships in one push! We'll use their blood to honor our brothers-in-arms who died valiantly, so they can rest in peace!"
That roar was like a thunderclap exploding in the heart of every surviving pilot.
"Revenge for our fallen comrades!" The other pilots responded one after another, their eyes