Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 415 05.0414: "Commander~ You're so delicious~"

After annihilating two large Chaos and Alien naval forces roaming in the star zone, the route to the star Far was officially opened.

Transport ships and supply ships, accompanied by the Imperial escort fleet, sailed to the planet Far in an organized manner.

A warp rift that spread so deep that it could turn into a second Eye of Terror at any time - the Gate of Hell. With the joint efforts of the Imperial Army and purely relying on the efforts and sacrifices of mortals, it was blocked outside the Gothic Sector.

After a fierce battle with mixed results, the two expeditionary fleets received orders from the Imperial Fleet to return.

According to post-war statistics, the number of survivors of the Karl-Duniyash Expeditionary Strike Group was less than 40% of the original number of people who set sail.

After a series of battles along the way, the total number of people in the 25th Strike Group of the Imperial Navy's Gothic Fleet dropped to about 55% of the number at the start - and this was without taking into account losses on the return trip.

Many heroes were born in this expedition.

Those who withstood the test and burst out with human fearlessness and courage in the most dangerous moments were selected in the brutal battles and became naval veterans.

Captain Lord Stirling survived, but underwent several major surgeries to replace his organs.

The damaged organs were replaced with modulated organs taken out of the culture tank by the geneticists, and several additional ceramic steel bones were installed in the lumbar spine.

The whole person is temporarily unable to move in the amniotic fluid tank.

Therefore, the youngest naval captain on the Indefatigable, Horatio Cochrane, continued to serve as acting captain.

After the battle, all officers recognized the ability of this heir of Speyer.

At the most critical moment, he made the best solution without hesitation.

Even though sacrifices were made, these losses were insignificant compared to the price of defeating the enemy.

The Imperial Navy will always remember those martyrs who sacrificed their lives.

After spending a brief moment saying goodbye to Commander Wellesley and the other Astra Militarum officers, Horatio reboarded the Indefatigable.

In orbit around the planet Far.

The Indefatigable was making final preparations for the upcoming warp jump. There was a clanking sound all over the ship. The damage control department received the maximum possible personnel support. The crew followed the instructions of the engineers and repaired the equipment that could be repaired under the existing conditions.

Of course, not all departments are so busy.

In the Indefatigable Aviation Department, the pilots received the victory rewards as promised.

In recognition of the pilots' heroic fighting without fear of sacrifice, Horatio, the acting captain, and the commander, Commodore Edward Peru, provided the pilots with unlimited alcoholic beverages during the following non-war period.

"Cheers to Lucas, Anthony, May, Camilla, Monica... and to our brothers and sisters who were unable to return home!" Captain Julia of the 335th Aviation Squadron raised her glass with her only remaining intact right hand and said to the pilots who were having a team building in the hangar.

Her left hand was hit by flying metal fragments during an air battle, causing the tendon to be torn. It was now tightly sealed with plaster and hung around her neck.

Around her sat many pilots with similar injuries. These men and women always drank and celebrated their victory despite the doctor's orders.

In order to commend Horatio for his outstanding command, Brigadier General Peru granted him a special leave when he had no other missions, and let him celebrate with the pilots.

After all, department team-building activities are also the responsibility of the leader.

Horatio was in a very happy mood after experiencing his first satisfying victory in the void war.

He asked his servants to select a batch of sparkling wine from the Garden World, filled a large bucket with ice, and then inserted the sparkling wine into it to give it an icy flavor.

Horatio hummed a little tune and carried the bucket of iced sparkling wine in his white-gloved hands to the Skyhawk Squadron's favorite reunion place - Veronica's officers' bedroom.

"Wow! It's the commander!" Seeing the handsome and tall aviation commander in a neat uniform appear in front of the door, the girl with short golden hair who was sitting on the ground chatting and laughing with several other sisters from the Sky Eagle Squadron jumped up and rushed towards him.

No one from the Sky Eagle Squadron died in this battle, and Veronica's friends were all safe and sound. The girl seemed very excited and happy.

"Well."

Seeing the girl rushing towards him like a swallow returning to its nest, without considering whether Horatio was willing or able to catch her, he immediately placed the ice bucket on top of the cabinet, then stretched out his arms and steadily withstood the impact of Veronica's petite but still heavy meat bomb.

"Hehe, why are you here, Commander?" The girl grinned, rubbed against his arms, and asked with her neat white teeth baring.

"I came here specially to congratulate the Skyhawk Squadron." Horatio looked at the carpet in front of him. There were six girls sitting on it in different postures, some still and some moving. They all turned their beautiful faces and looked at him with interest. Some of them were evasive and behaved awkwardly.

But there are only seven people here including Veronica.

"Where's Captain Farsha?"

"Little Fasha?" Veronica rolled her big eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Hmm, what day is today? Oh, October 10th.

Anyway, it seems that little Fasha goes to pay tribute to her relatives who died in the Chaos attack at this time every year, but I don't know where she pays tribute." The girl with short blond hair raised her finger to her lower lip, and said with her eyes turned up in thought.

Then, she turned her head and looked at the sparkling wine in the ice bucket, and said with a smile: "Hey, Commander, it looks like you brought a lot of delicious wine!"

"I see. Then I'll go find her."

As Horatio was about to leave, Veronica got there first, slipped under his armpits, and then spread her legs and hands to block him.

"Commander, now that we're here, why don't we drink together while waiting! Little Fasha should be here soon." She still had her usual cute smirk on her face.

"Yes, Commander, let's have a couple of drinks first. We also want to talk to you." The other female pilots came over together. Seven or eight pink arms and jade hands pushed and almost carried Horatio in by force.

"whee."

Veronica laughed triumphantly, then looked out twice and closed the hatch.

In front of a bulkhead on the Indefatigable, Squadron Leader Anya Fasha was kneeling on a tapestry with a Talan style, with a simple star map at hand.

She was facing Taran, staring intently at the wall.

There was a picture drawn on the wall with colored crayons.

It was a besieged city in the yellow sand. It was a bright afternoon. Under the clear sky, the sun was shining all over the city, bringing warmth and peace.

Below the mural, she placed some carefully prepared tributes.

There are hand-made accessories, as well as wonderful specialties found on the planet Far.

And some wreckage of his crashed plane.

"Dad, mom, brother, sister, my comrades in the Imperial Navy and I have won again.

Are you all right under the Golden Throne? I may be a little late in reuniting with you again."

She pursed her lips, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said distressedly and sweetly:

"The new air commander treats me very well, so you don't have to worry. I hope you will be happy over there..."

After saying all this, Fasha began the traditional worship ceremony of Talan.

This kind of traditional Talan ritual is often not accepted by the Empire's state religion. In order to avoid misunderstandings, she would choose to find a deserted place every year to commemorate her deceased relatives alone.

At the same time, in Veronica's cabin.

"Hahaha, Commander, you're so funny!" Veronica said, swaying her body while holding a bottle of sparkling wine in her hand.

She giggled, and from time to time she put her pink and moist lips directly to the bottle mouth and gulped down a big gulp of wine. Her breasts shook slightly and kept pressing against Horatio.

"It's okay, it's just a little episode when I was studying at Zhongsi Academy. I was almost scared to death when I saw the plague warriors of the Death Guard.

But we didn't expect the Blood Angels to arrive in time, help us win the boarding battle, and take back the Void Alert.

After the battle, the battle sisters of the Holy Rose gave me a bath, and it was painful. It was a special ritual to ward off disasters after victory, but it made me feel more tormented than when I was fighting with the Plague Warriors. "

At this point, Horatio subconsciously drank who knows how many cups of sweet and delicious wine with a high alcohol content. The female pilots took turns to pour him wine, and facing the young and beautiful faces, as a man and a commander, he could not say no.

As he continued to drink, it was hard to say that he was not feeling high.

"Huh? Commander, is it nice to have a battle sister scrubbing your back?
That is the sacred rose that many people fear and love~"

Another tomboy-style short-haired female pilot got drunk and poked the aviation commander's waist with her elbow, smiling and teasing him.

"Didn't it get hard when your lower body was rubbed?" The female pilot with long black hair sitting opposite Horatio asked excitedly with a flushed face.

"Uh... although I don't want to admit it, but... it's true..." Horatio couldn't help but be thankful that his cheeks were also red at this time, which concealed some physiological phenomena very well.

With the help of alcohol, once everyone started chatting, the topic quickly turned towards driving and continued to accelerate.

"Hey, I see the commander has already told us the answer with his body."

A pilot with a neutral wolf-tail hairstyle and a rebellious temperament was sitting cross-legged diagonally opposite Horatio. At this moment, he was leaning forward with ill intentions, examining the tent in front of him.

"Hey, Commander, we heard from Veronica that you and the squadron leader applauded very enthusiastically~"

"What's applause?" Horatio, who had drunk too much, was unable to react for a while.

Until the female pilots next to them all grinned and clapped their hands.

"Hey, were you next door at that time?" Horatio looked at Veronica in surprise.

The little girl blushed, and looked a little proud. She pretended not to care and stammered, "Well, not only did I hear it, I also used your voice to play..."

She rolled her throat a few times, and then said in a coquettish voice:

"Fasha said in person that she and you are not lovers."

"If it's not."

The pilot sitting opposite suddenly unzipped his flight jacket, and a pair of long-bound fruits suddenly jumped out:

"Then Commander, we want one too!"

"Wow! Wait..."

A group of female pilots pounced on him like wolves and tigers. Horatio was caught off guard and was instantly submerged in the sea of ​​pink arms and legs.

(The pilot girls of the Imperial Navy [Just tell me if they are big enough.jpg])
(End of this chapter)