Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 289 05.0288: ‘Orc Attack Fleet’

In the void, two petite frigates covered the Imperial Tower-class transport ships that were more than ten times larger than them and evacuated in the direction of the Gothic Fleet.

A battered escort aircraft carrier used a shuttle landing pad whose hatch could not be completely closed to release carrier-based aircraft to cover its own retreat.

Horatio saw through the optical observation equipment that in the void behind them, a huge shadow emerged from the darkness.

When only a small part of the huge shadow appeared from the darkness, the super-large cannon on top of it opened fire.

The fleeting muzzle heat illuminated the huge super-large turret.

A super-large shell that could be seen with the naked eye from a distance of thousands of miles hit one of the Sword-class frigates with damaged engines and flickering void shields.

In just a moment, the void shield was disintegrated, and then the huge shells broke the frigate in half, and continued to fly far away under the action of inertia, that is, flying towards Horatio.

On the fleet signal display in front of Horatio, a signal disappeared forever in the dark void.

Just as he was sweating, the shells suddenly exploded, blasting a gorgeous plasma spark in the void, and the dust and rolling debris formed a hot field that was enough to sweep the entire cruiser.

In other words, the force feedback signal when the giant cannon smashed a frigate did not even trigger its fuse.

As the light of the star gradually illuminated the figures of most of the attackers.

"God Emperor..." Horatio couldn't help muttering when he saw the strange creation.

It was hard to call it a "battleship". Horatio clearly recognized that its body was an extremely large space meteorite.

With unknown substances as adhesives, countless turrets and various weapons of different styles were built in a rough and crude way with rivets and welding in a way beyond human common sense.

"Quick! Boys! Don't let these shrimps run away! WAAAAAGH!"

A big guy wearing a captured bloody navy captain's bicorne hat, who replaced the noble Imperial Navy rudder emblem with the blasphemous orc logo, stood on the bridge, waving a big and long blade that imitated the Imperial Navy's saber and roared at the boys below.

"Kaguk! Kaguk! WAAAAGH!!"

"Ah! Hoo!"

Thousands of armed orcs and fart spirits cheered excitedly, shouting the heroic name of the war boss.

Behind them, there were several war creations of different sizes, but all of them were so crudely made that the naval officers and soldiers were outraged.

Some of them were transformed from the destroyed void defense turrets of the Imperial Navy, connected to the meteorites with iron chains.

There are also a lot of orc warships that are based on a lot of broken copper and iron from the destroyed ships, which are spliced ​​and stitched together.

These ships are harder to find than snowflakes, no matter the size or the weapons.

The only similarity between them is the orc faces with a fine gold armor plate on the front and a huge, grinning jaw.

It's like a "strange-faced fish" flying in the void.

Before Horatio crossed over, he thought these faces were very funny and ridiculous.

But when he actually stood on a warship and faced these huge faces with red eyes rushing towards him,

And when he saw the huge cannon on the huge grinning jaw, which was bigger, more powerful and more domineering than the heavy cannon of the Imperial Navy, he, who was now considered to be a veteran of many battles, had a rare cold sweat on his back and couldn't laugh at all.

At this moment, he really felt the impact that was completely different from the last void extermination war.

The number of enemies may far exceed that of our fleet, there are no reinforcements, no starport repair supplies.

Everyone must fight for their own survival, and those seemingly crudely made huge cannons are not really a joke.

Under the metaphysical design of the orc master's "An Xunsi", these exaggerated cannons only need one hit to tear a huge scar on the hull.

In addition, he has just seen it.

If they lose the war, they will become the orcs' rations and turn into their feces, and their weapons and warships will become these deformed war creations, adding bricks and tiles to the war cause of the green-skinned orcs.

After receiving the captain's instructions, Horatio, as the fleet liaison officer, began to coordinate the battle formation of the 25th Squadron.

"The 1st frigate squadron will be the vanguard reconnaissance squadron in a wedge formation.

The 2nd frigate squadron will be in a square flank escort formation, with two ships on each side providing cover for the main squadron.

The destroyer squadron will be in a cross-scattered combat formation to conduct reconnaissance raids at the forefront.

The 'Lord Darros', a moon-class cruiser, will sail in front of our ship, and you will be the vanguard first ship.

The 'Feather of the Rising', a provocative-class light cruiser, will prepare the Starhawk bomber formation.

The 'Glory of the Long Sword', a dedicated-class ship, and the 'Rising Fire', a perseverant-class ship, will maintain a single-line combat formation."

"We can't engage these green-skinned pirates in close combat, the navigation department, the communications department! Telegraph all ships and the entire fleet, and let us stay out of the effective range of those dirty aliens' shabby cannons."

"According to the range and accuracy parameters of the captured stray bullet..." The mechanical sage used electronic sound to report to the combat department:

"The effective range of the super cannon is 4500 void units (about 481 kilometers), but the effective range of the alien medium shells is about 13500 void units, with a hit rate of about 25%. It is recommended to maintain a long-range gun distance (about 1443 kilometers) for combat."

"These green-skinned pirates are not the first opponents. Although their firepower is fierce, their effective range and accuracy are poor. We must not fight with the opponent before reaching Far Star. If we maintain a long-range gun distance, we will not be able to continue the expedition." Captain Peru waved his hand:

"Lieutenant Horatio, the shuttle apron of the "Rising Feather" and the surviving Carl-Duniash frigate can deploy a large number of Starhawk bombers for combat.

The cover mission of their mothership will be the responsibility of our ship.

In addition to your job, you will also command carrier-based aircraft as the chief officer of the aviation department. Let the furious pilots be prepared. I will select three lieutenants to assist you in your work."

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Shuttle apron hangar

"Captain Fasha?! You're still alive!" Seeing Fasha walk into the apron in neat clothes, the three female pilots who were chatting came over, and one of them, a woman with short golden brown hair, shouted happily.

These naval girls were all members of the same fighter formation as Anya Fasha, and they were all pulled back from the brink of freezing to death.

"Yes, Veronica. This time, only our squadron has more survivors, and the wing commander was killed. Now the air force is in chaos."

"It's a bad start... and I heard that the people in charge of us in the Gothic Fleet are all amateurs." The woman with short golden brown hair curled her lips: "It seems that we will be cannon fodder."

After a while, they saw several naval lieutenants coming to the shuttle apron.

Needless to say, these people are their leaders.

"Look at that young man, do you think he is 20? He looks good, but I don't know how good his technical level is."

The female pilot named Veronica put her hands on her waist, poked the captain with her elbow helplessly, and complained about the immaturity of Horatio's team in a dirty joke tone.

"Of course, I mean command skills." She made a face and twisted her hips.

The female captain sighed.

The young man saved her and the pilot's life, she was grateful to Horatio, and she had no opinion on him personally.

But she was dissatisfied with the Gothic Fleet for sending such an inexperienced officer to manage the aviation department.

He looked too young, just like when she first met him, she teased him as a "little lieutenant".

Other fleets of the Imperial Navy generally treated their pilots as consumables, and only the fleet of the Ultramarine was a little better.

Looking at the current situation, she felt that she was treated as a "toy assigned to children" by the Gothic Fleet.

"Lieutenant Veronica, be serious and let the pilots assemble." Anya Fasha ordered.

"Yes~ yes~ yes~ Captain Fasha, I just hope he won't send us all away like a child treats a toy he doesn't like. All assemble!" Veronica smiled indifferently.

After a while, two male and two female naval lieutenants came over.

The pilots have lined up, but the team is not neat, loose, and the overall atmosphere is more casual.

"Report to the commander, all pilots have assembled." The female captain of the Navy in front of him saluted Horatio.

Her bronze skin looked very shiny under the light, and he recognized her at first sight.

"30 general-purpose fury fighters are under your command, sir."

"Thank you for your hard work, Captain Fasha. I remember you are, um, the captain of the 217th Interceptor Group of the aviation wing."

"Yes, sir."

"The commander of the wing was killed, and you will take over the tactical combat command of the wing next.

The enemy has approached our fleet. We have to provide cover and escort for the Starhawk bombers, but now we have no aviation command equipment."

"For this problem, sir, I have an alternative plan."

"Please speak."

"My fighter has an aviation command array, in the original navigator position, if it is just an emergency, it may be able to help you."

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