Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 400 05.0399: "Shoot the Coward"

Phar orbit, 1:40 PM Terra time.

"Enemy ships are approaching the orbit of the planet Farr! The minefields for defending the passage have been laid!"

"They are very fast, sailing under afterburner, with a speed of 15 void knots!!"

"The shells are loaded!"

Inside the flagship of the Extreme Star Region Fleet Strike Group, the 'Wrath of Mondayas', which was responsible for defending the inner ring of the planet, officers nervously came in one after another to report on the battle situation.

Dozens of greenskin fleets were heading straight for the defense channel of the planet Far. Even when facing the void anchor mines, they had no intention of slowing down.

They simply changed their formation, letting the cruiser-class junk ships with prickly surfaces rush to the front.

"Distance! 1500 kilometers!" the lookout officer shouted when the first enemy ship passed the preset distance reference.

"Hold steady, and fight from close. My ship will first provide support to the Gothic Fleet with this round of Nova Cannons, and then have the Star Fortress release carrier-based aircraft for an air strike."

Brigadier General Andrew, commander of the Carl-Duniash Strike Group, crossed his arms, suppressed his emotion, and stood in front of the command throne with dignity.

"Enemy ship, 1000 kilometers! Commander, should we order to open fire?!"

"Hold still."

The commander of the Extreme Star Region watched as the Starhawk bombers fired booster-guided bombs at the green-skinned garbage ship in a series of close-range strafing attacks. The flames from the explosions illuminated the dark void outside the anchor mine belt.

"Commander, they... are green warships. If we let them get close, the consequences will be disastrous. Please give the orders!" The fire control officer suggested to the commander with a slight tremor.

"Let them get closer! Otherwise, with their speed, if the first round fails to make an effective hit, these aliens will be able to break through our defense before the second round is reloaded."

“800 kilometers!!!”

All the officers on the command bridge of the Mars-class battlecruiser looked at their commander with serious expressions.

"Open fire." Brigadier General Andrew gave the order in a calm tone.

End of fortified passage.

"The commander has given the order to open fire!!!"

"Ready to fire!"

"Fire!"

Shouts spread along the radio waves, cables and long megaphones to the entire defense line.

Shells as big as intercontinental ballistic missiles were fired from the star fortress, merging with the light macrocannon shells from the light cruiser at the entrance of the encirclement passage, and flew straight towards the green warships emerging from the darkness.

The concentrated light spear pierced directly into the hideous steel face with bared teeth at the bow of the garbage ship, melting the refined gold that made up the face.

But it did not stop sailing. The blow only stimulated its stern engine to spew out thicker exhaust smoke, and its speed increased to a higher level. Its route was a little crooked, but it did not deviate.

This round of attacks failed to successfully block the advance of the greenskin fleet, but instead prompted them to launch a crazy and desperate fight.

Driven by the huge rumbling noise of the engine that resounded throughout the entire ship, the greenskins inside the garbage ship held various weapons, shouted war cries, and were full of fighting spirit. They only wanted to jump onto the "big iron lump" (star fortress) and large ships of the Imperial Navy to burn, kill, and loot, and then head straight for the surface of the planet.

But they don't know that the warlord is using them as cannon fodder.

boom! boom!
A salvo of macro cannon fire smashed into the ghost face through the gap, and the explosion flipped over the ghost face's "upper skull".

Like a fully loaded dump truck that lost control at high speed, the leading light cruiser-class garbage ship suddenly tilted its head and crashed into the anchor mine belt right next to it. The triggered anchor mines instantly set off a huge wave of fire, shattering the garbage ship into pieces.

But behind it, one after another green warships carelessly knocked away the floating debris still carrying sparks and rushed into the channel, without caring about the sparse anchor mines that exploded on the hull.

The light cruiser closest to the enemy made an emergency turn, trying to get away from the greenskins' attack route.

"'Ultimate Star', hold your position! Your ship's combat position is very important, you must not leave it without permission!" Brigadier General Andrew noticed the move of the Dreadnought-class light cruiser and frowned and gave the order.

"We can't stop them!" The captain said timidly, "These green ships will smash my warships!"

"Then use your ship to ram it back!"

"My ship can't do that! The Extreme Star doesn't have the power to ram!"

"Bullshit! Your ship has a gold bow shield and torpedoes! Immediately turn the bow to point at the enemy ship! If you retreat even one step further, you will be punished by military law!"

"Commander, without the Gothic Fleet, we can't defend this route alone!

They are coming! Navigator and engine department, get ready! Activate emergency subspace jump! No matter what, I will never take her on such a fatal mission!" The captain gritted his teeth and pressed his body against the command throne. He shouted, "Military Supervisor of the 'Ultimate Star', perform your duty and execute the cowards!" The brigadier general put his hands behind his back and gave a gloomy face to the military supervisor who was examining the captain in the projection. The execution order.

"As you wish, my lord. Coward who has neglected his duties, your sentence is death!" The Navy Inspector General pulled out the silver-gleaming Inspector's bolt pistol from his holster at astonishing speed and pointed it at the man on the battleship's command throne.

Bang!

A bolt gun rang out.

A headless corpse rolled helplessly off the battleship's command throne, and blood stained the gray robe of the clerk next to him and the captain's log in his hand.

The clerk standing not far from the captain took a deep breath, looked at the ship's wall clock, then opened the thick blood-stained notebook and briefly recorded a new sentence on the already full day's navigation log.

——In the inner orbit of Farr, at 2:30 p.m. Terra time, the fleet commander issued an execution order for the captain.

According to the command sequence, the captain of the 'Extreme Star' sat tremblingly on the bloody command throne. He didn't even dare to clean up the pink brain fragments and scarlet broken bones, letting them stain his decent captain's uniform.

"Ships guarding the channel, launch a salvo of torpedoes." The brigadier general of the Extreme Star Region headquarters fleet commanded calmly with a gloomy face.

A row of Helios torpedoes as dense as a net were fired from the launch ports of defense star fortresses, orbital defense platforms, and surrounding warships.

Following the projectiles from the previous round of bombardment, they chased after the greenskin fleet that had waded into the channel through the mines.
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Outer orbit of Phar, 2:50 PM Terra time.

Horatio saw the raging fire and explosions in the orbit of the planet Farr from the turning Indefatigable.

"My fleet has completed its turn, and the terminal battleship has left the battle."

"Telegram to the two captains of the Dreadnought-class light cruisers who are in charge of the rear guard. The Gothic Fleet thanks them for the sacrifice of their warships. My fleet has completed the turn and is approaching the enemy fleet for a double-team." Commodore Peru breathed a sigh of relief.

"A message from the Ultramar Trooper, 'May the Imperial Navy be able to defeat whatever it points to.'

The communications department of the bridge of the 'Eternal War' at the end was destroyed, but they hung up the flag, 'Victory belongs to the Imperial Navy, long live the Emperor! '" The communications department of the Indefatigable reported to the flagship Captain Horatio and Commander Edward Peru.

"Commander, the fleet is expected to enter the engagement route in 40 minutes. After this maneuver, it will be our decisive battle with the enemies in front of us." Horatio said to the fleet commander while looking at the route trajectory analysis line.

"The God-Emperor is watching us. We must not lose the planet Far, otherwise this warp rift will expand further until it reaches the portal of the Abyss Port." Brigadier General Peru said with a tense face.

"Either triumph or die in battle." Horatio let out a long breath.

Taking advantage of the brief rest time for the entire ship as they approached the enemy's battle line, Horatio, who was slightly relaxed, thought of Louise and Farida.

What are they doing now?

Did you pass the exam?

If they were here...

Farida would have been running along the front lines at the top of her voice, relying on her Untouchable qualities to suppress and dispel the Chaos tricks fired from the Siren Cannon.

Louise might be on the starboard side of the Chaos boarding ship, fighting bravely with the rebel invasion force, desperately protecting the macro cannon array and the shuttle apron array from invasion.

My journey in this universe has just begun, how can I die here?

But they are still waiting for me.

"Estimated time of arrival at the second gun: 20 minutes!" the navigation officer shouted in a hoarse voice.

Gathering his thoughts, Horatio took a long breath after hearing the report.

His eyes became sharper and more fierce.

"Ships! Hoist the Z-shaped battle flag!" Horatio stood up, raised his hand and waved, giving orders in a loud voice.

"Captain's order! Hoist the Z-shaped battle flag!"

"Captain's order! Hoist the Z-shaped battle flag!!"

The order was quickly passed to the flag bearer.

hum!
With a wonderful buzzing sound.

The four-color Z-shaped flag was hung high above the ship's spine and below the belly by the Indefatigable. Imperial Navy ships on any plane could clearly see the flagship's latest flag signal.

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(End of this chapter)