Not only had the co-pilot been blown to pieces, but his side of the cockpit was also being torn apart bit by bit.
"Damn it!" Daft realized that if the concentrated fire continued, his own cockpit could be blasted apart at any moment, and he would share his co-pilot's fate.
His plane was too big, and it could not climb fast enough to quickly escape the concentrated fire of the Heavy Stubbers.
"I'm Daft! I'm a legend! How can I get shot down by humies!" Daft roared, crouching down and pulling the wrench beneath him.
A pitch-black bomb painted with a yellow portrait of Gork dropped from the plane's belly. The instant he released it, Daft felt a pang of regret. That bomb had been expensive, worth quite a few teef. He had planned to save it for a tough target and would never have dropped it if he had not been in danger.
Freed of that heavy burden, the plane picked up considerable speed. The Planetary Defense Force soldiers were also startled when they saw the huge bomb fall from the Ork plane. How powerful would a bomb that big be? Their firing faltered for a moment.
That increase in speed and brief lull in the gunfire gave Daft his chance. He hauled the plane into a steep climb, gaining altitude and escaping the concentrated fire of the Heavy Stubbers.
The bomb, almost as big as a truck, drew the eyes of nearly everyone on the ground. It was shaped like a round bowling ball.
The instant it hit the ground, all the Planetary Defense Force soldiers dropped flat, covering their heads and bracing for the explosion.
But nearly ten minutes passed without the expected explosion. It was a dud! With that thought, the nearby Planetary Defense Force soldiers