星球大战 第十二章(3)
From the approaching swarm, two squads of fighters broke clear. The X-wing ships dove directly for the bulge of the station, far below, while the Y-ships curved down and northward over its surface.Within the station, alarm sirens began a mournful, clangorous wail as slow-to- react personnel realized that the impregnable fortress was actually under organized attack. Admiral Motti and his tacticians had expected the rebel’s resistance to be centered around a massive defense of the moon itself. They were completely unprepared for an offensive response consisting of dozens of tiny snub ships.
Imperial efficiency was in the process of compensating for this strategic oversight. Soldiers scrambled to man enormous defensive-weapons emplacements.
Servodrivers thrummed as powerful motors aligned the huge devices for firing.
Soon a web of annihilation began to develop the station as energy weapons, electrical bolts, and explosive solids ripped out at the oncoming rebel craft.
"This is Blue Five," Luke announced to his mike as he nose dived his ship in the radical attempt to confuse any electronic predictors below. The gray surface of the battle station streaked past his ports. "I’m going in." "I’m right behind you, Blue Five," a voice recognizable as Biggs’s sounded in his ears.
The target in Luke’s sights was as stable as that of the Imperial defenders was evasive. Bolts flew from the tiny vessel’s weapons. One started a huge fire on the dim surface below, which would burn until the crew of the station could shut off the flow of air to the damaged section.
Luke’s glee turned to terror as he realized he couldn’t swerve his craft in time to avoid passing through the fireball of unknown composition. "Pull out, Luke, pull out!" Biggs was screaming at him.
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