Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 391 05.0390: "Seize the T Head"

"Report to the Admiral, the fleet of the Corpse King's followers has made a big turn right in front of us!" The cult navigator, whose eyes were bloodshot and emitting scarlet light, shouted in a hoarse voice. These Chaos supporters were wearing black robes embroidered with the mark of an unclean eight-pointed star.

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

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

The incongruous decorative details on the straight uniforms silently tell of the eternal weakness of human beings:
Stubborn and greedy, he was so obsessed with money that he was beyond redemption.

"Even though 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 turn, or turn left immediately and maintain a parallel battle line with these Corpse Emperor's lackeys?"

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

A group of battleship officers, some with black and purple tattoos on their faces, and some who had semi-merged with their seats, were discussing in the channel.

The 'Admiral' elected by the mutineers listened quietly to the arguments and debates of his men, only 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 sharp claws. The arguments on the bridge stopped abruptly, and the mutinous naval officers all bowed to him obediently.

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

From a distance, the Chaos flagship took the lead, activated its side posture nozzles, and attempted to turn right and accelerate with the help of the red tail flame, using its brutal and evil hull to block the route of the Imperial Navy's first ship, Lord Daros.

"Sir! 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 flaming trails rushing towards the right front.

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

"Turn left! Turn left! These damn, cunning scum! We must seize this opportunity, otherwise these loaches will run away!"

The admiral of the Chaos Fleet said angrily as he punched the armrest of the bright bronze command throne heavily. Sparks burst out from the impact point, and the armrest was baring jagged, sharp brass teeth that slowly opened and closed.

He was well aware of the nature of his subordinates, who were a mixed bunch and each had their own agenda. It was already the limit of discipline for them to follow his orders and form a battle line under his strong pressure instead of rushing out alone to hunt and fight indiscriminately.

In addition to the fact that their discipline and organization did not allow them to replicate the Imperial Navy's large 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 is the fins or the side afterburner nozzles, the loss of maneuverability caused by the damage to these components is very likely to expose them to greater weaknesses in front of the Imperial Navy that has already seized the T-head.

“Humph, these guys thought they could escape by turning around in front of the enemy, but they will definitely reveal their weakness of being out of touch!
Looking at their afterburner trajectory, their follow-up ships will soon lose touch with the approaching threat of the greenskins, or accelerate out of control and crash into the front ship."

Admiral Chaos quickly saw the possible weakness of the Imperial Navy, and with an evil smile, his Slaughter-class cruisers began to turn to the right.

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

Although most of the torpedoes were dodged or intercepted, several still hit ships that were unable to maneuver due to damage, further reducing their mobility and combat effectiveness.

Horatio was keeping an eye on the Chaos Fleet's movements, to see if their 'Admiral' would adjust the positions of the front and rear ships, or just slow down further to the lowest speed of the entire fleet.

But the threat posed by the greenskins on the other side should not be underestimated.

The Endurance-class light cruiser had just completed its turn and caught up with the Indefatigable, now third in line.

The diligence level is shifting.

She came under concentrated fire from the squeaking electromagnetic cannons of the greenskin vanguard ship. Her void shield flashed twice and then declared overloaded, shattering and disappearing like a colorful soap bubble in the sun.

Then a yellow-green flash of lightning hit the side of the Voss-class cruiser. The surface armor of the battleship instantly collapsed and shattered in the explosion, revealing a large hole that directly exposed the cabin. Half-melted armor and component fragments floated in the space, accompanied by some objects on the ship and the unfortunate crew members.

"Sir, our corvettes will continue to come under fire from the green xenos until the Chaos fleet is caught in the middle and takes the damage for us. It is time to adopt a covering plan.

"'Blue Squadron' 2nd Division, dispatch Sword-class escort ships to provide smoke cover for the turning 'Loyal Fury' (Diligence-class light cruiser) and the light cruisers behind." The three escort ships immediately broke away from the formation and ran towards the three light cruisers behind, releasing pure white chemical smoke at the appropriate positions for cover based on geometric calculations.

The special space warfare smoke mixed with signal interference elements covered dozens of square kilometers of space, making the various sensors of the green battleships and the observers on the watchtowers see nothing but white, and they could not see any trace of the battleships at all.

"Damn you, you farted so hard that I couldn't see anything. You're just a wimp who deserves to be fucked to death by Squiggle!"

The green-skinned warlord with a hideous face and a mass as big as a mountain spit at the tattered array of thinkers and roared angrily:
"You! You guys! Follow me! Kaguk!"

"What's the matter, boss?" the green man wearing the captain's hat yelled.

"Take your boys and rob the blue shrimp and black shrimp's boats for me! I'm going to get the green ball, it's mine!!! Waaaaagh!"

"I want to go too!"

"No! Go and rob those shrimp boats for me! I'm the boss, you have to listen to me!"

After a heated debate, the greenskin fleet split into two parts, one group turned to the right, and the other group advanced at full speed towards the planet's orbital defense line on the left.

More than forty large and small garbage ships carried out a simple but efficient division here and sailed towards both directions in a huge crowd.

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

"Flying Stone is heading towards the Karl-Duniyash fleet with four cruiser-class junk ships, five light cruiser-class junk ships, and dozens of small ships."

"A large rock with its lower half missing, carrying three cruiser-class junk ships, seven light cruiser-class junk ships, and about 3 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 rapidly thinking about the next countermeasures.

The Chaos Fleet consisted of approximately eight capital ships, two cruisers, and six light cruisers, all of which were damaged, and approximately 8 smaller attack ships were roaming around, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The greenskin fleet was also in a damaged state, but the criteria for judging their damaged state was vague - after all, no one knew whether a junk ship with a ragged surface was considered damaged.

A flying stone of the size of a cruiser, three cruisers, seven light cruisers, and 7 small boats.

The Gothic Strike Group was in better condition than these two enemy forces.

A total of 7 battleships, one cruiser, one battlecruiser, five light cruisers, and 20 escort ships and destroyers.

What if these two enemies were allies?

Then the Imperial Navy would not be able to fight this battle. Faced with nearly twice the number of enemy ships, no matter how good the condition of the Gothic Fleet strike group was, it would have almost no chance of winning.

But the wonderful thing about the battle at this time is that it is a three-army melee, and the number of ships in the Gothic Fleet strike group is more than equal to that of each opponent.

The condition of its ships and its training level far surpassed those of its other two incomplete and poorly disciplined opponents.

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

If you are not careful, the advantage may turn into a disadvantage, leading to the collapse of the battle and the annihilation of the entire army.

For there is no mercy in the void.

It punishes equally every defeated ship that has been severely damaged and every mediocre commander.

　Happy Halloween! ╭(●｀●)╯If you don't give me a monthly ticket, I'll do you a trick (physics)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)