Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

"Report to the Admiral, the fleet of Hu Huang's followers has made a big turn in front of us!" The cult navigator, with bloodshot eyes and scarlet light, shouted in a hoarse voice. These Chaos Embraces were wearing black robes with unclean eight-pointed star marks embroidered on them.

A man with a sharp horn on his upper right forehead sitting on the command throne looked forward.

From the shape, it can be seen that he was wearing a set of Imperial Navy Colonel uniforms, but now it has been modified to a style similar to that of an admiral.

The incongruous decorative details on the straight uniform silently tell the eternal weakness of mankind:

Stubborn and greedy, so that the desire for profit is so overwhelming that there is no redemption.

"Even if the false emperor's fleet turned, it still seized the T head. Which path should we choose next? Should we speed up to intercept their turning, or turn left immediately and keep a parallel battle line with these zombie king's lackeys?"

"Speed ​​up! Intercept them! We must not let them succeed!"

A group of combat and navigation officers, some with black and purple tattoos on their faces, or half-fused with the seats, were discussing in the channel.

The 'Admiral' elected by the mutineers listened quietly to the arguments and debates of his men, just turning his head slightly to look at the movements of the greenskin fleet, and then looked at the normal emergency maneuvers of the Imperial Navy, and had guessed their intentions.

He slowly raised his right hand, which had grown claws, and the arguments on the bridge stopped instantly, and the mutinous naval officers bowed to him obediently.

This gesture often means that the 'Admiral' has made a decision, and no one can comment or even ask questions.

From a distance, the Chaos flagship took the lead, activated the sideways posture nozzle, and tried to turn right and accelerate with the help of the red tail flame, blocking the route of the Imperial Navy's first voyage, Lord Daros, with a barbaric and evil body.

"My Lord! The destroyer squadron of the Corpse King's lackeys fired torpedoes at us!" The cult observer on the bridge shouted, pointing to a row of blazing fire tracks rushing towards the right front.

"The enemy's first ship, the Moon-class cruiser, also opened the torpedo compartment gate!" Another observer screamed.

"Turn left! Turn left! This group of damn, cunning scum! We must seize this opportunity, otherwise these bastards will have to run away!"

The admiral of the Chaos fleet punched the armrest of the bright copper-colored command throne and said angrily, shining sparks flew out from the impact point, and the armrest was covered with jagged and sharp brass teeth, slowly opening and closing.

He knew very well the nature of his subordinates, who were a mixed bunch and had their own thoughts. They obeyed his orders under his strong pressure and lined up in battle lines instead of rushing out alone to hunt and fight. This was the limit of discipline.

In addition to the fact that discipline and organization did not allow them to replicate the Imperial Navy's big turn in front of the enemy, the ships had also suffered more or less structural damage in the previous exchanges with the greenskins.

Whether it was the fins or the side afterburners, the loss of maneuverability caused by the damage to these parts was very likely to expose them to a greater weakness in front of the Imperial Navy, which had already seized the T head.

"Hmph, these guys thought they could escape by turning in front of the enemy, but they will definitely reveal their weakness of being out of touch!

Look at their afterburner driving trajectory. Their follow-up ships will soon be out of touch or accelerate out of control and hit the front ship in the face of the approaching threat of the greenskins.'

The Chaos Admiral quickly saw the possible weakness of the Imperial Navy, smiled evilly with ill intentions, and his demon-like Killer-class cruisers began to turn to the right.

The cruisers and light cruisers in the rear battle line began to spontaneously avoid the 16 Helios-class torpedoes fired at them, which disturbed their formation and caused some visible chaos.

Although most of the torpedoes were avoided or intercepted, several still hit those ships that were unable to maneuver flexibly due to damage, which further reduced their maneuverability and combat effectiveness.

Horatio paid attention to the movements of the Chaos fleet to see if their "Admiral" would adjust the front and back The position of the ship, or just further reduce the speed to the lowest speed of the entire fleet.

But the threat of the greenskins on the other side is still not to be underestimated.

The Tough-class light cruiser has just completed the turn and caught up with the Indefatigable, ranking third in the line.

The Duty-class is turning.

She was attacked by the concentrated fire of the greenskin vanguard ship's electromagnetic cannon. The void shield flashed twice and then declared overload, like a colorful soap bubble in the sun, shattering and disappearing.

Then a yellow-green electric light hit the side of the Voss-class cruiser. The surface armor of the warship collapsed and shattered in the explosion, revealing a large hole that directly exposed the cabin. The half-melted armor and component fragments floated in space, accompanied by some things on the ship and unfortunate crew members.

"Sir, before the Chaos fleet is caught in the middle and takes the damage for us, our light cruiser will continue to be hit by the firepower of the greenskin aliens. It's time to adopt a cover plan.

"'Blue Squadron' 2nd Division, dispatch Sword-class frigates to provide smoke cover for the turning 'Loyal Fury' (Dutiful-class light cruiser) and the light cruiser behind.

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The three frigates immediately broke away from the formation and ran towards the three light cruisers behind. According to geometric calculations, they released pure white chemical smoke at the appropriate position for cover.

The special smoke for space warfare mixed with signal interference covered dozens of square kilometers of space, making the various sensors of the green warships and the observers on the watchtowers all white in front of them, and they could not see the trace of the shrimp warships at all.

"Damn shrimps, you fart so hard that I can't see anything, you are just a weakling who deserves to be fucked to death by Squig!"

The greenskin warlord with a ferocious face and a mountain-like body spitted at the tattered Thinker array and shouted angrily:

"You! You! Follow me! Kaguk!"

"What's the matter? Boss!" The greenskin wearing a captain's hat said.

"Take your boys and rob all the blue shrimps and black shrimps' ships for me! I'm going to that green ball, which belongs to me!!! Waaaaagh!"

"I want to go too!"

"No! Go and rob those shrimps' big ships for me! I'm the boss, you must listen to me!"

After a fierce debate, the greenskin fleet was divided into two parts, one group turned to the right, and the other group moved at full speed towards the planetary orbital defense line on the left.

More than 40 large and small garbage ships were simply but efficiently divided here, and they headed towards both sides decisively.

"What's going on?! Report the division of the green-skinned aliens!'

"The flying stone is heading towards the Karl-Duniyash fleet with 4 cruiser-class junk ships, 5 light cruiser-class junk ships, and dozens of small ships."

"A large stone with a missing lower half, carrying 3 cruiser-class junk ships, 7 light cruiser-class junk ships, and about 20 small junk ships, is heading towards the rear of my fleet. "

Faced with a situation that the greenskins had never expected, Horatio's mind was thinking about the next countermeasures at a high speed.

The Chaos Fleet had about 8 battleships, two cruisers, and six light cruisers, all of which were damaged, and there were about 16 small attack ships wandering around, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The greenskin fleet was also damaged, but the criteria for judging their damaged status were very vague - after all, no one knew whether a junk ship with uneven surfaces was considered damaged.

A flying stone similar to the size of a cruiser, three cruisers, seven light cruisers, and 20 small boats.

The Gothic strike group was in a relatively intact state compared to these two enemy forces.

A total of 7 battleships, a cruiser, a battlecruiser, five light cruisers, and 20 escort ships and destroyers If these two enemies were allies.

Then the Imperial Navy would not be able to fight this battle. Facing nearly twice the number of enemy ships, the Gothic Fleet Strike Group would have almost no chance of winning no matter how well it was in shape.

But the wonderful thing about the battle at this time was that the situation was a three-army melee, and the number of ships in the Gothic Fleet Strike Group was not only equal to that of each opponent.

The state and training level of its ships far exceeded that of the other two incomplete and poorly disciplined opponents.

This made the impossible possible, but it still tested the personal abilities of the fleet commander and the flagship captain.

If you are not careful, the advantage is likely to turn into a disadvantage, until the battle collapses and the entire army is annihilated.

Because the void has no mercy.

It punishes every defeated ship with a broken ship and every mediocre commander equally.