Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

[Am I dead...? Is this... the throne world? There is such a blue sky here, just like Taran...

Anya Fasha's dilated pupils slowly focused, and she felt a squeeze in her chest, as if someone was constantly pressing her, causing her to passively inhale, exhale, and gasp.

In the gradually clear but still blurry vision, the blue sky was obscured by a handsome face, followed by two wet lips sticking to her, giving her a warm touch.

Between the tightly bonded lips and teeth, air was regularly forced into her mouth and forced into the trachea, driving the air in the female pilot's lungs to circulate back and forth, and her breathing became smooth again.

[Who are you-··--] She looked at the blurry figure in front of her, thinking vaguely.

The figure then stood up and continued to press on his chest.

As the distance got farther, Fasha, who was gradually waking up, could see his appearance clearly in his eyes.

"Commander——.——?" She called softly with her lips that still had warmth.

The young man looked at her with a rare panic in his eyes.

"You're awake, Captain Fasha. God bless you, you just stopped breathing, and I had to give you emergency treatment."

"I---am I not dead? Cough cough cough cough!" She said weakly, and coughed violently because she felt a foreign object in her trachea.

"No, I think the God saved your life at the most critical moment. At least now, it's not time for you to return to the throne."

"God---" the female captain murmured, suddenly sitting up, looking around vigilantly, and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun.

"Where are the enemies?!" After she got up, she found that she was lying behind an imperial military vehicle.

Then she lowered her head and regained her calm, feeling the misplaced tension and breathing heavily.

'Don't worry about those bastards, I'll kill them all and grind them to ashes. "

Horatio patted her back and comforted her.

"Thank you, Commander." She turned her head to look at the young man, and her brown eyes were filled with a softness that had never been seen before: "If it weren't for you, I would be dead now.

By the way - where is that big guy? ""

"You have successfully damaged it. Now, those abominable aliens are taking that pile of rags to the central hive group to clean up the Chaos rebels. The heretic forces attacking our left wing have to evacuate.

But their troops on the way were intercepted by our assault, and the retreat turned into a rout. Lord Wellesley and the Modians have joined forces to surround hundreds of thousands of rebel troops, and are now conducting a siege and annihilation operation. We won, you did a good job, Captain Fasha."

"Victory...?"

The female pilot blinked blankly, her eyes were slightly swollen, and she seemed to have not figured out the current situation, but after hearing this word, her tense body relaxed and fell forward with her eyelids fighting.

Horatio hugged her.

"It's okay now, take a rest. "Horatio said softly in a low voice, following her wavy curls.

The female pilot leaned in his arms and arched her back, finding the most comfortable position. Her clear eyes slowly closed and her breathing gradually became stable.

It had been a long, long time since she had experienced such a reassuring rest.

From the Talan girl who was hiding from the war to the Imperial Navy pilot who fought bravely.

Along the way, a peaceful and tranquil sleep had always been a luxury for her.

Operation Right Hook lasted for a whole week.

The Imperial Navy Air Force worked together with the Astra Militarum to severely damage the entire southern The enemy's air and land forces were in the direction of the enemy.

The enemy's armored forces were divided in an arc by the armored task force led by Sir Wellesley.

With the arrival of the mechanized forces of the subsequent Mordian Iron Fist Regiment, the encirclement became tighter.

At first, the enemy forces on the periphery tried to attack the British Armored Task Force, trying to cooperate with the encircled forces to break through the encirclement and reversely encircle the British Task Force deep in the enemy's belly, and come to the center.

However, under the air reconnaissance and attack of the Imperial Navy, the sinister plan of the Chaos rebels was thwarted.

At the same time, under the arrangement of Horatio, the Imperial Navy Air Force Various fighter planes bombarded the enemy's manpower with precision.

The rebels on the periphery were demoralized and eventually gave up the intention to rescue the besieged elite troops.

They began a large-scale strategic retreat,

trying to rely on the defense of the central hive group and put up a desperate resistance.

However, the Chaos rebels' organization was obviously not enough to support such a large-scale tactical shift. With the harassment and bombing of the Imperial air force.

The retreat on many fronts was turned into a rout by this pursuit, and the Astra Militarum achieved rapid victory on all fronts.

The besieged enemy forces were trapped in a lack of fuel and supplies. After the dilemma, the armored units were surrounded and annihilated as a whole.

Many armors were captured by the Astra Militarum in a relatively intact state, and then purified by the regiment's technical priests and the state priests, and stored in the warehouse as a strategic reserve force.

However, Sir Wellesley's behavior of violating the Guilliman Code still attracted the attention of the Ministry of the Interior.

After the victory of the "Right Hook" operation, Sir Wellesley was relieved of his post as the commander of the First Brigade and dismissed from the rank of Brigadier General of the Army at the will of the Commissioner of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Not long after, the parties convened a special military court specifically for this incident.

Lord Wellesley, wearing a scarlet uniform and silver tasseled epaulettes, walked proudly to the court-martial established in the liberated city.

"The accused, state your name." A voice so cold that one doubts whether he is still alive came from the trial seat.

"Sir Britannia, candidate for the Duke of Wellington, member of the British Royal Family, Lieutenant Colonel of the Astra Militarum, Arthur Wellesley."

Although the man was disarmed, he still raised his iconic hooked nose arrogantly,

He talked about his name as if he was participating not in a trial against himself, but in a triumphal ceremony.

His wife was already in tears in the audience, because he was facing a serious accusation that could be shot.

"Lieutenant Colonel Arthur Wellesley, you are accused of violating the Guilliman Code and allegedly authorizing Imperial Navy officers to take command of the Astra Militarum troops without authorization. Do you have anything to say about this?"

'This is a temporary measure. The war situation was extremely urgent at that time. In order to protect the rear front and the airport, protect the assets of both us and the Imperial Navy, and ensure the victory of the battle, I had to do this. "

The three wigged judges from the Ministry of the Interior looked at each other. The judge sitting on the presiding bench licked his thumb, then flipped through the parchment in his hand and said:

"But your actions are a real violation of the Guilliman Code. This is a serious crime involving... the crime of heresy."

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"I said, we and the Imperial Navy are just protecting our assets at the same time!"

"These are two different things. You let the Imperial Navy command the troops belonging to the Astra Militarum."

The judge was unmoved, and continued to dip his fingers in saliva, flipping through the parchment, and said.

"If you insist on saying that, then I have nothing to say." Jazz turned his face arrogantly and snorted coldly.

"Now I would like to invite the defender to speak."

Horatio looked at his bicorn hat and immediately stood up, raising his hand to signal.