Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 299 05.0298: ‘Breaking the Wall’

The explosion of the macro cannon volley splashed countless fragments on the huge rock.

The huge mechanical transmission whistling sound of the autoloader resounded throughout the macro cannon deck.

The muzzle of the multi-barrel light spear cannon was burned red, and the concentrated energy beam penetrated the garbage layer used as protection, burning and cutting the dirty and messy hull of the void garbage ship.

It destroyed key parts with surgical precision, and the holes opened continuously released air and various debris. In the strong wind caused by the imbalance of air pressure, the greenskins screamed.

"Get your big dakas and machetes ready! Guys! Today we're going to burn, kill, and loot to our heart's content! Waaaaagh!!!"

"Waaaaaagh!"

"Boss! You're running so fast! Our big mechanic said the engine needs to be shut down for a while!"

"Let him hold on for a while! Just a while! Let the guys jump on it!!"

"Boss! He said it's going to explode if it's not shut down for a while!!"

"Bad luck! Stop for five seconds!"

After the Fury Squadron destroyed the engine, the Starhawk bomber formation once again risked its life to bomb, successfully allowing the Gothic 25th Squadron to rely on the fleet's acceleration and the enemy's lost power to increase the distance to 1,100 kilometers.

The engines of both sides had to be cooled and slowed down at this time.

At first glance, the fleet battle was in a stalemate.

"Kaguk, bring your guys over to assemble!"

Suddenly, a larger, stronger, Waaaagh, and more domineering orc head appeared in the ragtag holographic imager.

Its eyes glowed red, and it was as big as three ordinary boys. It was wearing a heavy power armor that was still tattered but obviously more sophisticated and thick, and looked more ferocious and terrifying than other orcs.

"Warlord, I'm hunting shrimp!"

"I'll only say my order once! Bring your people here! Unless you want to be twisted off your head and fed to Squig, and miss the bigger Waaaagh!"

As soon as the voice fell, the communication was hung up.

"Ah! Humph!"

The greenskin war boss wearing a captain's hat twitched his flat nose in dissatisfaction, and waved his armored fist unwillingly on the operating table.

"Boys, let's retreat!"

Horatio, who was standing with the captain of the lookout to observe the movements of the greenskins, discovered the abnormality in the greenskin formation.

"Captain Fasha, let the air force wait. Wait until I issue the order before attacking."

"Yes, sir."

Horatio turned back and continued to pick up the single-channel telescope to look at the maneuvers of the greenskin fleet.

They seemed to be turning around and had given up the idea of ​​recycling the void garbage ship.

This behavior was very un-greenskin, and it was incredible for him as a time traveler.

"Captain, the aliens have retreated." After receiving the judgment of the lookout, Captain Lord Sterling gave feedback to the captain:

"Please give the next instructions."

"Let the frigate and destroyer squadrons keep investigating, and the fleet's main battleships should not pursue.

We are not sure whether this is a trap they set for us, and we can't leave the Karl-Duniyash logistics support fleet at the Mandeville Point Beacon."

"This is the 'Indefatigable', the destroyer and frigate squadrons set up a four-corner cordon. Other ships began to prepare for combat and rest." The captain of the communications department conveyed the fleet commander's instructions to each ship.

The fleet slowly drove towards the center of the battlefield, launching airships one after another to rescue the surviving pilots.

Horatio came down from the lookout and saw Louise, who was fully armed. She was sweating all over. At first glance, she had been armed and on standby for a long time to counter the greenskins' boarding.

"Thank you for your hard work, Louise. I guess this process must have been very difficult."

"Why did the greenskins retreat? This... is not like their style." Louise, who had been preparing for the battle for so long but had not fought, was a little confused.

"I don't know. Maybe these cunning guys are planning the next attack. We must be prepared."

"Louise, Lieutenant Horatio, we received a communication from a surviving pilot of the 335th Interceptor Group in a floating piece of greenskin meteorite debris."

——

Bang!

The Navy Armed Forces broke open the crudely processed but huge and heavy valve.

Louise, wearing power armor, carefully raised the Navy Bolter Rifle and led the armed boarding team into the dark cabin after the power was cut off.

Horatio was protected in the middle of the entire boarding team, and beside him was the female pilot Fasha who came after hearing the news.

After hearing the news that there were surviving comrades, she also applied to come together.

"Be careful." The cables were dormant like snakes around, and sparks jumped out from the broken ends from time to time. It was too quiet here. Horatio remained alert and used his iron hand ability to guard the surroundings.

Suddenly, there was the sound of multiple guns being loaded in front of them. Horatio, Louise, and the navy boarding team members immediately raised their guns forward.

"Stop!" A woman's tired voice came.

"Lieutenant Julia?" Fasha quickly recognized the owner of the female voice and felt a little surprised. Then she turned to explain to Horatio:

"This is a squadron leader of the 335th Brigade before."

Horatio signaled Louise to lead the armed forces to stay alert.

"We have killed the greenskins here." The female lieutenant signaled the pilots holding the captured orc weapons next to them to put down their guns.

Seeing that they were friendly forces, these male and female pilots who had been tense for a long time breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, you are still alive. Where is Captain Dillent?" Fasha stepped forward quickly and asked with concern.

"He was dead. He was frozen to death. His body was taken by the greenskins to feed a kind of breeding creature they call a squig."

"Is anyone else trapped in there?"

"No more. There are only so many of us left who didn't freeze to death."

"I thought the greenskins would eat you." Captain Fasha looked at the dirty environment around him with some disbelief.

“We thought so at first, but these greenskins don’t seem to eat human flesh.

They like chewing farts and eating roasted squiggly, but they just don't like human flesh.

These guys also threatened us, saying that if we didn't teach them air combat maneuvers, we would starve to death and then throw our bodies to Skoog. "

After hearing her description, Horatio realized that he had misunderstood.

These sticky feces turned out to be Scrooge's feces.

At first glance at the human bones inside, he thought the greenskins were cannibals.

[It is worthy of being the happiest race in this universe, threatening everyone with such a sense of joy. ]

"I'm glad you're all right. Next to me is Mr. Horatio Cochrane, Chief of Aviation of the Indefatigable.

He had just commanded our brilliant escort of a bomber formation, destroying the engines of the Greenskin Creation. "

The surviving pilots gathered their strength and saluted Horatio together.

Horatio breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although the plane was gone, people were more important than planes. He could apply for a supplement from the fighter carrier.

Including these people in front of me, half of the pilots of the 335th Interceptor Group are still alive.

With these people present, the losses of the aviation wing handed over to the Gothic Fleet would not be too serious. Otherwise, more than half of the handover troops would be lost directly, which would not look good on the Gothic Fleet.

Facing the lame air wing, he could hardly imagine how the subsequent war would unfold.

"Captain Fasha." After returning the greeting, Horatio announced: "I now appoint you as the commander of the wing. You will command the 217th Interceptor Group and the 335th Interceptor Group."

The female pilot was stunned, but quickly straightened her chest: "Yes, sir."

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After picking up the surviving pilots, Horatio rewarded them as promised.

With the captain's approval, tubes of Glocks milk ice cream were enough.

The hard-working and busy ground staff also benefited from the pilots and enjoyed the delicious and filling ice cream.

Along with the desserts, there was also a delicious stew prepared by the ship's chef on the table. The meat was taken out from the cold storage and cut into large pieces. The soup was sprinkled with spices and cooked properly, and the soup was thick and rich.

These first-time pilots also tasted the crocodile alien hunted by Captain Peru, and they all praised the texture and taste of this dish.

Horatio did not enjoy the celebration banquet in the captain's office. He chose to sit with his pilots and dine with everyone at a banquet made of temporary tables in the large hangar.

This is a great opportunity to break down class and psychological barriers.

He used practical actions to gain the trust of these abandoned pilots who were captured and imprisoned by the green skins.

After half the drink, Horatio was slightly tipsy. On the way to the bathroom, a female pilot with short blond hair who was a head shorter than him stood in front of him.

He stepped aside critically, and the female pilot also stepped in front of him.

This made Horatio a little confused.

She just stared at her face with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Uh... Lieutenant Veronica, is there something on my face?"

"No, sir."

"Very good, can I come over?"

"Of course! That...sir!"

"Please tell me."

"I heard Captain Anya Fasha's conversation with you on the plane. She never remembers to communicate with her wingmen, and it's the same this time.

But she said those things for a reason, please don't blame her. "

"I don't blame her, and given the general situation of aviation units in the Imperial Navy, I think those statements are understandable."

"Well... please don't tell Fasha that I said it."

"I can promise you."

"Our captain used to be a very cheerful person. Although Fasha liked to tease people, but she was just looking for fun, her relationship history was still blank, because she felt that she might die at any time during the next sortie.

But it wasn't until something happened recently that completely affected her that she became so mean and kept away from strangers. "

"So, what happened before?"

“Before the attack, the aviation captain on the mother ship was pursuing our captain, pestering her and making many sweet promises.

Our captain only replied with one sentence, saying that he would come back and give him an answer after the next attack.

Then, not long after, we arrived here and started the first battle of the expedition.

The result is, as you know, a fleet of green-skinned aliens crashing out of nowhere.

And that coward actually decided to abandon the carrier-based aircraft without notifying us, and suggested that the captain evacuate the battlefield directly!

He left behind our entire air wing and the everlasting oath he made to our captain, and just ran away! "

At this point, the female pilot was furious, obviously because of the tragic experience of the entire wing and the excessive and derelict scumbag.

Horatio frowned: "I think this serious dereliction of duty should be reported to the Military Supervisory Committee, and then he should be punished as he deserves."

“He has been sanctioned by the aliens.

When the ship was escaping, it collided head-on with the huge rock and was shattered to pieces, along with the scum. It's a pity for the crew on it, may the God Emperor bless you. "

"Thank you for telling me so much, Lieutenant Veronica.

Don't worry, you and we are all precious currency of the God Emperor, and I will never waste your lives. I swear to the God Emperor that we will all die for a good cause. "

The female lieutenant pilot's eyes flashed with a strange light, and her face was flushed, whether it was because of alcohol or something else.

It was the first time she heard a naval leader actually make such a solemn battlefield oath to the God Emperor for them.

"Veronica! "

An angry voice suddenly came from the bathroom door, scaring the blonde pilot so much that she almost jumped up.

After taking a knife as accurate as a burst of air combat, the female lieutenant named Veronica covered her head and ran back to the dining table in shame.

Fasha obviously heard the conversation between the two.

She helplessly looked at Veronica's back as she ran away after talking too much, exhaled a long breath, and then stood up straight in front of Horatio.

"Thank you, commander. Also, the ice cream and food on the Indefatigable are delicious." The female captain fluttered her long eyelashes full of exotic beauty, and saluted the heroic naval superior half solemnly and half frivolously.

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