Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 161 03.0160: ‘Battle line’

The rebellious Dreadnought-class light cruiser fled in a panic.

Her hull was slightly tilted, and the gravity field fins used to maintain balance were blown into ruins by the macro cannon commanded by Horatio in the previous battle.

At this time, the rebellious ship was like a lame old man whose injured leg was kicked hard, running forward crookedly and desperately.

Bang! Bang!

Two large-charged multiplier shells flew straight towards the ten tightly clustered huge plasma engine arrays of the Dreadnought-class cruiser.

The target of their flight trajectory was exactly in the center of these ten engines arranged like roses.

As long as they could hit...

The shells flew straight, but what made everyone sweat was that the void shield of the Dreadnought-class light cruiser was starting up and down, wrapping up the center.

Horatio and Farida's eyes were fixed on the shells.

[God bless! We must get there before the void shield is fully deployed...]

Clang!

The shells splashed on the void shield, creating a wave of ripples of fire.

Just when everyone thought they could only watch the rebel ship escape.

The shells of the No. 3 macro cannon on the port side, which Horatio had calculated himself, successfully stuck in the moment when the void shield was completely covered and flew in.

It exploded in the middle of the plasma engine, erupting a huge and gorgeous ball of blue fire.

The explosion was so powerful that it instantly overloaded the fully deployed void shield of the Dreadnought-class light cruiser.

It became a lamb to be slaughtered without any protective measures.

"Report!" Captain Peru stood up directly, looking at the explosion from the Dreadnought's engine, and shouted to the officers of the lookout.

"Enemy ship No. 5, 6, and 9 plasma engines are damaged! The explosion forced their technicians to urgently cut off the promethium fuel valve. God Emperor, they are slowing down."

"Get close, let the armed forces find a suitable distance and angle to jump on!"

"Yes!"

The Indefatigable approached from the starboard side of the Dreadnaught, and the Dutiful and Endurance-class light cruisers turned on the engine afterburners and quickly approached from the port side of the Dreadnaught.

They also prepared two full boarding teams.

When the three warships of the Imperial Navy sandwiched the defecting Dreadnaught in the middle, the port side of the Indefatigable, the starboard side of the Dutiful and Endurance fired thousands of shark assault boats.

The assault boats spewed blue flames and plunged into the armor of the light cruiser.

In order to increase the speed, the Dreadnaught did not use the dome armor design on the deep deck.

Even the shark assault boats can easily penetrate the most core compartments.

The interior of the defecting Dreadnought-class light cruiser instantly exploded into a mess.

About 6,000 fully armed boarding team members from the three ships rushed down from the assault boat's gangplank like a deep blue tide.

They held various weapons suitable for close-range combat and chopped down any enemy they saw.

Even if these rebellious sailors wore the armor of the naval armed forces, or even the boarding armor of the boarding team members,

they were not experts in truly professional anti-boarding combat after all.

And their opponents, the Imperial Navy boarding team, 6,000 people, each received at least 500 hours of boarding training.

The 6,000 professional soldiers made these traitors pay a heavy price for their betrayal with their blood and lives like cutting melons and vegetables.

The breakouts rushed into the power compartment and slaughtered all the breathing and non-breathing things inside.

A brave axeman rushed to the control panel of the promethium pipeline, killed the operator with an axe, and then he and his comrades used brute force to tighten the red valve with their bare hands, completely blocking the fuel supply of the entire battleship.

On the Indefatigable.

"Captain, the attack went smoothly, and this dreadnought-class ship was completely paralyzed."

"Forget her, herald! Raise the fleet signal flag. Lieutenant, take over the command of the Indefatigable, I will command the battle fleet."

He looked at the three broken shuttle battleships that were besieging the Vengeance Blade battle barge like hyenas.

"Yes, Captain. All units, please note that the Lord Lieutenant of the Indefatigable is now in charge of the entire ship. Repeat, the Lord Lieutenant of the Indefatigable is now in charge of the entire ship!"

The highest lookout of the Indefatigable used a kilowatt searchlight to send a light message to the three Voss-class cruisers coming:

'The flagship has been changed to the Indefatigable, and the flagship navigation flag is turned off! ’

The “Supreme Mission” Duty-class light cruiser, which served as the flagship of this fleet, responded with a light message.

Soon, the holographic signal flags on the ridge and belly of the battleship went out.

This symmetrical design, both top and bottom, is to allow warships in all warring planes to continue to see the fleet orders issued by the flagship.

On the battlecruiser Indefatigable.

The ensign serving as the flag officer was at the same symmetrical position from the ridge to the top of the bridge of the Indefatigable, and on the belly of the battleship.

Using the holographic signal flag, connected to the back of the navigation flag, the flagship flag of the commodore was hung.

In this most classical and lasting way of the navy, it was officially announced to all the Imperial Navy fleets fighting in this void:

The Indefatigable will serve as the flagship of the fleet, and all main battleships will immediately join the battle line formation.

Those who can become captains of the Imperial Navy are all outstanding people, and those who are clumsy and incompetent have been eliminated in layers of screening.

The captains do not need to make any unnecessary communication.

The fleet liaison officers in the communications departments of each ship began to coordinate combat positions and clearance distances in full swing.

The warships quickly formed a "locomotive" that moved forward vertically like a thick wall, with the Indefatigable as the center.

The void plane where it was located just matched the battle plane of the three enemy cruisers, and each ship had its own target for concentrated fire.

The Provocation class was on the safer right side, and the Indefatigable used its tall hull to provide her with cover.

Her plane was slightly higher, so she could use the light spear on the ridge to cross the Indefatigable and fire at the enemy ship.

The 100% hit rate did not have to worry about accidentally hitting the Indefatigable.

At the same time, around the enemy ship, the Imperial Navy and Space Marine fighters were constantly launching dive bombings.

These "flies" disgusted the servants of Khorne.

The Astartes who commanded the Slaughter class cursed loudly, wishing he could drive an aircraft to chase them and cut the flies into pieces.

Unfortunately, there was no aircraft on any ship in the Khorne fleet present.

Among all the Chaos factions, only the servants of Tzeentch are the most fond of and the best at using aircraft carriers.

Khorne's favorite weapon is the macro cannon.

In his eyes, the purgatory created by huge explosions and raging flames is the only way to please him.

He has always been watching the person who fired the best cannon in this void war.

"Ah!" Horatio sneezed.

"Do you have a cold?" Farida glanced at him, took out a handkerchief from the chest pocket of her officer's uniform and handed it to him, but soon returned her attention to her work.

The battle line is collectively launching a line bombardment with the enemy on the same course on the port side. Every minute and every second may affect the victory or defeat.

"It's okay. Maybe I sweat a little too much, thank you." He took the fragrant handkerchief and blew his nose, and asked the servant to wash and dry it.

The shells that cut through the void were like raindrops, interlaced into pieces of fire nets.

The blazing beam of light lance energy illuminated every corner of the 100-kilometer void, dispelling the shadows in the darkness.

The ripples of the void shield were like small raindrops falling on the mirror-like lake surface.

The huge "whistle" buzzing sound announcing the dissipation of the void shield came one after another.

The warship was trembling, the soldiers were shouting, the cannons were roaring, and the light spears were humming.

The hulls were dotted with fire, and the light spears left shocking death marks on each other's hulls.

Deathwing shuttled between the guns and bullets, and 40 or 70-meter-long void fighters were constantly hit and crashed into the hull, smashing the defenseless crew below into meat paste.

Every minute and every second, lives were lost, and the medical cabin was overcrowded.

The decks and corridors were full of people waiting for treatment. The ship's doctor was completely busy, not to mention the medical sisters.

Even the assistants who were not good enough had to follow suit and start rescuing the wounded.

The people in the fierce battle ignored the casualties and screams, and everyone was commanding and operating the void warships like machines.

They knew it very well.

The more chaotic the environment, the more you need to stay calm and rational.

But even if you can hold on mentally, not everyone can hold on under such high pressure physically.

A young candidate officer in the light spear turret, who was still only twelve or thirteen years old, was so nervous that he couldn't calm down to calculate the void formula.

He felt a burst of exhaustion, dizziness, and shadows began to appear in front of his eyes.

"My heart is beating so fast... It's about to jump out." A young candidate officer said to the young candidate officer next to him who was about the same age as Horatio.

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy knelt on the ground weakly and grabbed the flat swallowtail hem of the older candidate officer.

"Doctor! Doctor!" The young candidate officer shouted and asked the warrant officer next to him to call the ship's doctor.

The medical officers knew all kinds of diseases that officers might suddenly suffer from.

He checked the heartbeat of the young officer candidate, whose face was flushed and sweat dripped from time to time, and then measured his blood pressure.

Then he handed him a beta-blocker.

This is an emergency drug for high blood pressure, heart disease, angina pectoris, or arrhythmia.

For these young people, such a terrible void war often causes sudden heart problems.

The boy swallowed the pills with trembling hands, and then was helped by the medical officer to rest in the officer lounge behind the command platform.

Bang!

The entire port side of the Indefatigable trembled.

The medical officer turned his head suddenly, and a hot wind that stung the skin tore the porthole glass in the lounge, and then he heard the screams from the command platform.

"Ah! Ah! My eyes!"

The two light spear turrets on the port side were hit by the enemy ship's heavy light spear double-barreled cannons, and a huge energy beam swept across the entire light spear turret array.

The light spear turret is not an embedded design of the macro cannon array, and it does not have such a strong and thick gun shield.

Although the command platform was completely wrapped, the alloy steel weighing thousands of tons blocked the radiation energy, and the energy beam that passed through it melted a deep and terrible scar on its surface.

But the observation porthole could not withstand such high-temperature energy, and the thick glass exploded.

Some of the debonded fragments flew in along with the armor fragments that collapsed inside the ship.

A piece of broken steel unfortunately killed the warrant officer who assisted the young candidate officer.

The countless tiny blade-like fragments that flew over scratched the young candidate officer all over his body.

The entire decent officer uniform instantly became bloody.

The fragments pierced one of his eyes.

There were scratches all over his face, body, and hands.

The young officer knelt on the ground and screamed, and blood kept dripping from his face to the ground.

"An officer is injured!" The ship's doctor immediately shouted: "Assistant! Medical assistant!"

Soon, the medical assistant took a stretcher, jumped over the broken corridor bridge, and ran into the command platform of the Light Spear Turret.

The officers and guards who were still able to move carried the injured young officer onto the stretcher and transported him to the medical cabin.

The many small fragments that had pierced into the body were enough to keep the medical officer busy for a while.

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