Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 480 06.0479: ‘Why was I still being bullied by my prey? ! ’

The 31st Terra hour of the battle.

The results of the battle have been confirmed - 21 ships.

Among them, 9 ships were killed by the Epic with fatal strikes, and 10 torpedoes were consumed.

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At this time, the Epic has sunk a total of 15 merchant ships since its first voyage.

The total tonnage destroyed is 330 million tons, ranking first in the wolf pack.

The total hunting bounty of the Epic has also reached 3.4 billion Gothic coins.

“Torpedo target No. 1 7041! Aim at the sidearm area.” Horatio used the observation telescope to look at his next prey, and used the command hand to mark it with a conspicuous mark.

After such a long period of high-intensity combat, the crews of each ship were exhausted, and even some accidents that caused broken hands and feet occurred at work due to mental trance.

Someone had been negligent and failed to withdraw his hand in time when the cable was mechanically driven to pull the torpedo forward. His arm was hooked and twisted to pieces, and the eroded flesh and bones also got stuck in the cable winch.

Another person accidentally fell while assisting in towing the torpedo and was trampled to death by the crowd behind him.

A candidate officer on the E-103 attack ship who was less than 16 years old and had not undergone transformation surgery had been observing at the observation post for too long. In a trance, he fell from the front guardrail of the observation platform and broke his legs.

Although the state of the officers who had undergone surgical transformation and strengthening had declined, their attention was still relatively focused.

One of the five operations was to enhance the mental strength of mortals to cope with high-intensity combat.

Louise, the chief officer of the Operations Department, had red and swollen eyes and bloodshot eyes, but her sharp eyes did not relax or waver at all.

Before Horatio entered Zhongsi Academy, she had been under the order of General Alexander Hood, then the chief of the military intelligence command of the Gothic Fleet, to carry out the killing team mission intensively in Xiachao.

Because of the mission requirements, sometimes she would stay still for a day or two, while ensuring her attention and achieving accurate sniping after the target appeared.

At this time, her mind was intensively engaged in tactical planning, which was the responsibility of the chief officer of the operations department, that is, to break down the captain's orders into feasible operations at every step.

In addition, she had to calibrate the parameters before launching the torpedo.

Torpedo officer Fideo could no longer remember how many cups of Reka coffee he had drunk. This short blond young man sat in his seat for dozens of hours without getting up, so he could hardly feel his butt.

The long time had caused his lower body to become numb, and he had no feeling even when he relaxed his legs and feet a little.

It's not that he didn't want to get up and exercise, but his duty required him to look at the dense data popping up on the cathode ray tube screen, and at the same time check all the parameters in his mind. He had no time to get up.

In a trance, he thought of some rumors among his colleagues. It was said that some senior artillery officers were paralyzed because their lower bodies did not exercise for dozens of hours, which led to problems with the vertebrae and nerves.

In the end, they simply shaved their heads, connected the nerve plugs directly with their brains, soaked their lower bodies in nutrient solution, and transformed themselves into human wetware.

David Betty was also so weak that his mouth corners opened unconsciously, and saliva flowed unceremoniously to his chin.

After dozens of hours of continuous signal monitoring, his head was buzzing. Apart from the beeping sound of the frequency band, it took him a long time to react to what others said to him.

Horatio leaned on the command throne, legs apart, his left elbow resting on the armrest of the throne, supporting his face, his iron hand resting on the other armrest, tapping the throne's adamantine layer.

This posture is similar to that of Spyr in Gothic Fleet 2, who returned to the real universe after being lost in the subspace for 800 years. Although he was tired, he was still calm.

Although he was also tired compared to the initial battle, he was still better than others.

I don't know if it was the energy he gained from his experience among the flowers, or if Father Lati had added some genetic material to his five operations.

Although his mind was a little ethereal and trance after high-intensity use, his thinking efficiency did not decrease, and it was more like entering a strange state.

This made him feel what it felt like to be a wetware servitor.

As the captain, he must personally pay attention to whether the parameters on the TDC torpedo trajectory calculator are correct before each precious torpedo is fired, and at the same time, he must always pay attention to the movements of the enemy cruiser fleet and command and dispatch the surrounding attack ships.

Pay attention to both the tiny details of tactics and the grand situation on the battlefield.

This is all an outstanding Imperial Navy commander has to do.

"Captain, according to the latest monitoring results, the enemy's detection radar wave frequency amplitude continues to increase. It is estimated that there are still 93,300 kilometers away from the battlefield. The encounter time with our fleet is 5-8 hours."

"Got it, all ships continue to attack, don't panic."

Horatio adjusted his posture, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his bloodshot eyes were still staring at the merchant-class cargo ship in front of him that was turning to avoid the torpedo like a wolf.

Boom! ——

"Torpedo No. 1 has hit!" Louise's voice has become hoarse after reporting for dozens of hours, but her hoarse and energetic voice adds a different charm to her, and her temperament as a female soldier becomes more fierce.

A red flame exploded in the void, and the torpedo of E-96 hit the target's side, but the exhausted people on the bridge no longer had the energy to cheer for it.

But the feedback of the hit still gave everyone a little motivation in spirit, and brought a little relaxation to the always tense and extremely tired body.

Just as the torpedo officer Fideo took another cup of Reka coffee from the hand of the official hall attendant and prepared to boost his spirits, a sudden shake caused the black liquid to spill on the operating table in front of him, and the refreshing effect of this cup of coffee instantly doubled several times.

"What's going on?" Faced with the sudden movement, he quickly looked at the helmsman.

I saw Horatio suddenly stand up and shout: "Emergency turn!"

It turned out that the remaining single-digit cargo ships saw two more torpedo trails in front of them, and new enemies joined the attack and hunting, so they simply gave up fleeing.

They turned around suddenly, turned on the afterburner, and crashed into the attack ship.

The enemy's unexpected collision made Horatio alert instantly.

At this time, the Epic had activated the shadow field, and the speed was only 8 knots.

The merchant ship with afterburner was rushing straight towards us at a speed of 15 void knots, following the direction of the last torpedo wake.

"Execute high-energy turn! Evade at full speed! Don't worry about the shadow field!" This sudden desperate struggle exceeded his expectations.

Sheep will also butt when they are in a hurry.

"Captain! We detected the signal wave dispersion. We speculate that perhaps the enemy's forward light cruiser reconnaissance fleet has separated from the main force and is rushing towards our location at a speed of 16 void knots. The estimated arrival time is less than three hours.

It seems that they plan to split up and send high-speed light cruisers to rescue the remaining merchant ships. If we speed up, we can't activate the shadow field, so when the enemy light cruiser arrives, it will find the tail flame of our ship sailing at full speed!"

Horatio wiped the cold sweat from his temples and frowned.

It seems that the enemy has communicated that the rescue fleet is coming, so that the remaining merchant ships will fight to the death with the attackers, so that the vanguard reconnaissance fleet that is speeding up can gain an advantage.

It is even possible that the command of the Tau Empire has already known that this is the Empire's new attack ship at work, and ordered the merchant fleet and the rescue fleet to damage one of them at all costs, even if it hurts themselves, so that the injured attack ship cannot escape.

In this case, the fish will die and the net will be broken...

Horatio thought silently for a while, his head was swollen, and at this critical moment, he was thinking about countermeasures every second.

[The torpedo wake just now exposed the position of our ship. Although full speed can avoid the collision of merchant ships, if it continues to chase, it will definitely be discovered by the subsequent light cruisers, so it is still necessary to ensure concealment. This is the only way to survive. ]

"Ignore the shadow field for now, turn around with high energy, and then chase the enemy ship in the same direction. In the process, gradually adjust the plane downward, activate the shadow field, and then slow down and hide.

Other attack ships, destroy the remaining merchant ships while ensuring your own safety, and don't let them hit our attack ships. Once they are damaged at this time, they will be unable to escape even if they have wings!"