The crimson fighters roared through the dim morning sky, constantly using visual differences to evade anti-aircraft shells fired from behind the defensive positions.
From the ground and the upper floors of buildings, individual anti-aircraft teams aimed their weapons at the low-flying fighters.
By this point in the war, humanity still retained some air superiority, but it was limited to protecting Dunwich's central urban area and guarding against Ork high-altitude bombers. Frontline fighters were in desperately short supply, leaving the soldiers to rely on the few anti-aircraft guns and machine guns they had.
Many bullets also struck the Raider fighters' armored hulls, but they caused no more damage than fireworks.
Ork fighters might not have been particularly agile, but they were certainly tough enough.
They formed enormous formations, sweeping over the human positions like armored units on the ground. They dropped deadly bombs, then circled back again, braving anti-aircraft fire as they relentlessly scoured the ground positions with large-caliber autocannons.
Such attacks had already happened many times, and the defenders had almost no way of dealing with them. All they could do was passively build large numbers of temporary air-raid shelters and bombardment bunkers.
But when the enemy appeared on the ground, they had no choice but to leave those safe areas.
Boom~~~!
Continuous thunderous blasts rang through the sky as Ork armor began firing on the defenders' bunkers and strongpoints.
More trucks and armored vehicles broke away from the formation and charged straight at the front lines of the defenders' positions.
When doors and ramps opened, squads of boys poured storms of bullets at enemies they could not see, then quickly left their temporary cover.
Even the dumbest boys knew staying inside a vehicle was not a good idea, especially while the enemy was still fighting back.
"Bring the heavy