Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

"Directly ahead! Fire!"

boom!

A 180mm ground-shaking cannon opened fire, and the shell flew out with a wind-breaking scream, flying dozens of kilometers, and finally sank into the ground, exploding into a dirty spark.

Horatio, who heard the sound of the cannon, quickly took the Valkyrie fighter plane to the gun control command center on the top of the mountain.

"What happened?" He stepped through the door and rushed into the command room.

"It's an alien! Sir."

An officer said with a nervous look, and made way for Horatio to take the position of the gunner's mirror.

Horatio walked to the mirror, picked up the lookglass and looked into the distance.

He immediately saw a tall cylindrical mechanical creation with a grinning grimace painted on it. The cylinder had rudimentary limbs and moved forward with comical strides. The staggered exhaust vents behind it spurted thick black smoke into the sky. cigarette.

[Green skin killing tank—]

As a low-level slave class in the green-skinned society, the short and thin bastards are cowardly and incompetent. They are often used as doormats, spare rations, living deminers and even ammunition by the muscular green-skinned orcs.

But some lucky goblins will be selected by Big Tech to become living pilots fused with KILLAKANS, relying on their new metal bodies to become howling terror killing machines.

Near the killing jar, a sea of ​​green skin stepped on the plain land where young grass sprouts had just sprouted. The tender green and gray green were mixed in confusion, making it difficult for people to count their numbers.

The heavy artillery in the outer ring fortress of Mount Montaquia kept firing at the green tide, and each shell exploded in the center of the charging green tide, splashing a cloud of flesh and blood.

But the fleeting blood-colored flowers were quickly submerged again by green.

"Report! Rebel mechanized troops found! Northeast!"

Horatio immediately turned his gunner's mirror and looked.

What comes into view is the surprise flanking troops of the rebels. Looking from the direction of movement, they are trying to raid Montacchia Mountain to retake this strategic position and cut off the supply line of the 1st British Brigade.

But by chance, they bumped into the greenskins, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides, but their main force was still attacking Route 54.

"Your Majesty the God Emperor——" Horatio's Adam's apple moved up and down.

He immediately looked at the two beauties beside him, put his arms around their shoulders, and took them to the tarmac outside: "You must leave now."

"What about you?" Louise asked hurriedly.

‘I will organize a defense here. This is no longer just the Astra Militarum’s own battle. It is my responsibility to protect the assets of the Imperial Navy here. Go back to the Indefatigable and follow the communication ship. "

Louise said nothing, nodded, then grabbed his collar, raised her head, and pressed her lips against his.

After a long time, she reluctantly stepped back and made way for Farida.

Farida carefully smoothed out the wrinkled collar, placed her jade hands against his cheeks, and brushed his lips with her thumbs slightly.

Then he raised his toes slightly and put his crystal clear crimson lips painted with pink lip glaze on them.

She opened her lips lightly, and her delicate and agile tongue broke through Horatio's already unstable lips and teeth, feeling the heavy ground behind it.

After a while, she backed away still unsatisfied.

"Take care of yourself!" She stared into his eyes and said.

'I guess it was an order, an order from the Military Supervisory Committee. "

"It's good to know." Farida raised the corners of her mouth and tried hard to smile. Worried smile.

He sent the two of them onto the Valkyrie fighter, then stood on the apron, took off his hat, looked at them, and said goodbye silently. The tail hatch slowly opened and closed under the drive of the motor, until finally blocking the two beauties. sight.

The engine nozzle of the Valkyrie fighter jet spurted blue fire, and the heavy body began to rise slowly.

Horatio immediately ran back to the headquarters and connected the communication with Sir Wellesley, the commander of the 1st Brigade.

‘I am Sir Arthur Wellesley, Commander of the 1st Brigade. "

"Sir Wellesley, this is Captain Horatio Cochrane!"

"It turns out to be you, Mr. Cochrane. Thanks to your air force, our progress on the frontal battlefield can be said to be making rapid progress. If you have anything to say, please tell me.

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"The airport and Mount Montalchia are under attack by greenskins and rebels, and I must take action."

"..——- Got it." Jazz on the other side of the communication was silent for a while, and finally took a deep breath.

Then he spoke slowly, and the previous relaxed and cheerful tone had been replaced by seriousness and prudence:

"Then, Horatio Cochrane, Special Military Advisor to the 1st British Brigade from the Imperial Navy, from now on, I will grant you command of all Astra Militarum troops around Mount Montalchia. Contents of authority. Including but not limited to being responsible for command, coordination and decision-making on designated battlefields, formulating operational plans and adjusting combat deployments based on battlefield conditions.”

At this moment, the word 'command' was particularly clear and loud, and everyone around the brigade headquarters could hear it.

As soon as Sir Wellesley finished speaking, in the dark field of vision, only the bright war sand table near the airport suddenly appeared with a large number of bright spots of light.

Thousands of squads of Imperial Guard soldiers, logistics supplies, artillery, and anti-aircraft troops—all joined Horatio’s command.

"Commodore, I need to remind you that you are stepping into a taboo area and are suspected of betrayal!" The senior military supervisor who was silently responsible for supervising decision-making turned his head in shock, his right hand instinctively put on the military supervisor's grenade launcher on his waist, and shouted angrily:

"The Imperial Navy is the Imperial Navy! The Astra Militarum is the Astra Militarum! The Imperial Code stipulates that the two are parallel and isolated. Your behavior is to allow the Imperial Navy to get involved in the Astra Militarum troops. I dare not think about what you want to do next time!"

"Relax, Commissioner. After the war, I will report to the General Staff and accept the investigation of the behavior of the Military Supervisory Bureau and any final judgment on me.

Now, I will command the First Brigade Armored Task Force to continue fighting. Is there anything else? Military Supervisor."

Sir Wellesley held the microphone and asked the senior military supervisor with an indifferent expression.

At this time, the front line is facing severe challenges. Changing the commander in the battle will cause greater losses to the interests of the empire. It is not advisable. The senior military supervisor obviously understands this truth.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and laughed back the harsh words: "I hope you will do what you say, Lord.

The meaning of the existence of laws and principles is that they must be followed even in difficult situations. This is the foundation of the survival of the empire.

Also, this matter is likely to affect your competition for the title of Duke. After all, you are only a candidate at the front, not the final owner of the title."

"If I lose, then I will not get the title of 'Duke of Wellington'."

Sir Wellesley hung up the phone, put his intact left hand behind his back, looked at the huge war sand table projection in front of him, and said resolutely:

"Only the winner has the right to explain."

Montachia Mountain Position.

Horatio looked at the light spots in front of him, and immediately used the command hand to mobilize hundreds of units around him, and raced against time to deploy for battle.

He had heard the conversation at the brigade headquarters, and knew the price he was paying for what he was doing now. If he failed, he and Wellesley would both be tried in a military court.

At the least, his resume would be tarnished by defeat, and at the worst, he would be sentenced to death or even worse. Although the Gothic team was able to save Admiral Speyer's life due to his status as the only heir of his blood, the blow to his future career was definitely not small.

He knew very well that the most serious crime he might be accused of was "failure to protect the important assets of the Imperial Navy".

The second was "overstepping the authority to command".

The former was the fundamental factor in the decision-making of countless captains who sank with their ships, and it was also the responsibility that the chief officer of the department should bear.

The shrill alarm sounded throughout the mountain and the air force base next to it.

The pilots only frowned a little more, but this did not affect their rest and attack according to the sortie schedule formulated by Horatio and Archie.

For them, unless the enemy came to their sight, take-off-attack-landing was their only task.

Anya Fasha looked at the command fort on the top of the mountain, exhaled, and put on the Voss MK.6 flight helmet again.

"Skyhawk-Alpha Squadron prepares to attack."

Four Furies, guided by the aircrew tower, slowly slid along the access runway to the main take-off and landing runway.

Their original combat mission was to support the 1st Brigade Armored Task Force, but now, the situation has changed.

"Skyhawk Alpha Squadron, your mission is to destroy the alien killing tanks and defend the airport. The enemy may have anti-aircraft weapons, please be careful." Horatio's voice came from the communication channel.

"Of course, 'little captain', watch the performance of our ace squadron." Anya Fasha adjusted the throttle and drove onto the take-off and landing runway.

"Don't worry, commander, leave it to us! Yahoo~!" The mission of defending the airport is much more exciting and important than supporting the Astra Militarum. The simple-minded Veronica only felt happy and excited, and couldn't help cheering.

On the Imperial Plastic Steel Wall near the airport, the naval infantry sent to guard the airport and the British Astra Militarum soldiers who were also wearing red clothes ran on the wall and went to the designated points according to the guidance.

The Imperial Navy's boarding team was also sent down to support.

The full-body protective Void Armor was very heavy under the gravity of the atmosphere, which was not conducive to combat, so they changed into land armor that only protected key parts of the body.

The equipment in their hands did not change, with deadly shotguns, automatic cannons, grenade launchers, harpoon guns and other special weapons and heavy weapons.

Letting these special combat elites fight in positional defense is the worst plan, they are the last line of defense.

Horatio hoped that the Astra Militarum and the Marine Infantry could stop the invading enemy.