Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 476 06.0475: "Wolf pack hunting begins!"

The confirmed tactical plan has been sent to the other five attack ships. The wolf pack maintains a consistent course and speed. Although they are all moving continuously, when looking at the ship's maneuvering diagram, the entire formation seems to be stationary in the void.

Everything was ready, and all Horatio had to do was decide when to give the order to attack.

Of course, there will definitely be some delays in normal execution, because the attack ships responsible for attacking the Four Corners armed merchant ships will only attack after receiving the attack signal from the leading ship.

There may be a time difference of several minutes during this period, and this tiny time difference may affect the success rate of simultaneous attacks.

But this is a detail that must be considered under normal circumstances.

Horatio, who uses the void sandbox function of the Hand of Command, does not have to worry about such problems. His iron hand makes real-time command with zero delay possible.

Now, the real test for him will be his decision-making and deployment as the commander of the attack squadron.

"Now that things have come to this, let's take a shower and eat first."
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Bathing and dining before a battle is an eternal tradition in the Navy.

Because once the fighting starts, everyone on the ship will not be able to eat for a long time, let alone clean themselves.

Except for the watchmen, all the officers mainly responsible for operations came to the captain's office.

Hot freshly cooked meals were pushed onto the silver-plated dining carts. The grilled Grox steaks provided the officers with abundant protein, while the cruciferous vegetables provided sufficient dietary fiber and vitamins. As for the buttered potatoes, bread, noodles, and even the 'pearl corn' produced in Aurora, they were all excellent sources of carbohydrates.

After the meal, the chef served freshly cut lemons and oranges. After long-term cruising, the diet is inevitably lacking in vitamin C, which may cause fatal sepsis in the human body.

A month after sailing, as the stock of fresh vegetables dwindled, fruits, which had a waxy outer layer and were therefore easier to preserve, became an additional dessert.

Interestingly, in Aurora, people named this orange "Zhongcheng" for the sake of its auspicious homophonic sound in low Gothic, hoping that eating Zhongcheng would keep one loyal!
"The enemy will occasionally change their route. They also know that they will get hit if they just keep going in a straight line," said Fasha as he peeled the sweet and fragrant orange.

Veronica, who was standing by, took a bite of the lemon. The sourness made her facial features twisted, and she trembled all over, sucking her saliva with an awkward hissing sound.

"We will start in one hour. Our ship will fire two torpedoes at once, one nuclear detonation torpedo and one short-burning torpedo." Louise wiped the corners of her lips with a napkin and calmly repeated the action steps.

"Captain, the morale of the entire ship is currently high, and the officers and soldiers are waiting for your orders." Farida sucked the juice of the lemon fruit elegantly and gracefully. She did not drool like Veronica, who looked for pure water everywhere because of the sour taste.

For some reason, this military supervisor who comes from an aristocratic family has had an exceptionally good appetite recently. He especially likes sour food, as if he can't feel the sour taste of fruits that stimulates his taste buds at all.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Next, let's return to our battle positions." Horatio picked up the folded napkin to wipe the juice from his hands, stood up and said.

As soon as he stood up, everyone stood up in unison.

"Prepare for battle." He glanced around, nodded slightly with satisfaction, and then tightly clenched the napkin in his hand.

Command bridge.

"Battle alert! Battle alert! All personnel at their battle positions! All personnel at their battle positions!" First Mate Collingwood connected the ship-wide broadcast, and after the crackling sound of electricity, the loudspeaker array conveyed the first-level combat alert he issued for the entire ship.

"Preheat all torpedo engines." The captain, sitting on the command throne, issued the preheating order.

"This is the operations department. Preheat all torpedo engines!" Louise immediately passed on the order.

"Torpedoes! Preheat all shells!" In the lower torpedo room, the shirtless boatswain grabbed the handrail and jumped forward from the gate, shouting in a deep voice into the cabin that seemed particularly narrow after being filled with four Helios torpedoes.

"One! Two! Three!" Fed by Horatio's special meal standard, their muscles have become stronger in recent days. The burly men pulled the chains like boat trackers, tightening the black iron rings one after another.

quack quack!
The huge black iron chain was hanging along the top rotating shaft. Combined with the mechanical structure activated by external force, it slowly moved like a hibernating python, and during the twists and turns, some key linkage parts even burst into dazzling sparks.

Soon, the air was filled with the stench of sweat and mist.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The torpedo maintenance team trotted, holding a mop and applying another layer of antifreeze to the torpedo that was already painted black. It was said that this was an oily insulation layer applied to the metal shell to prevent the engine from freezing quickly after the torpedo came into contact with the low temperature of the void from the cabin.

Horatio didn't know if this would work, nor did he know if this step was necessary, because as far as he knew, there didn't seem to be any oil that could really resist freezing in the severe cold of the void.

Even in the world he lived in, only submarine-launched torpedoes during World War II needed to be coated with Vaseline.

But people have long been unable to trace the purpose of these things when they were invented. Since the Ohm Messiah's filling prayer has this step, the people of the 41st millennium still conscientiously carry out this step under the supervision of the technical priests to avoid accidents.

After all, no one can figure out the preferences of the God of All Machines and the Machine Soul. What if they just like this?
The crew was racing against time; their time was precious. The torpedo was already sliding along the rail towards the launch bay and had to be oiled before entering the launch bay.

"Oiling complete!"

"Transmission slide, go!"

Crack! Crack!
A nuclear detonation torpedo nearly a hundred meters long was sent into the dark launch silo.

The technical priest's prosthetic fingers, which were like octopus tentacles, were tapping the buttons on the display console at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. Various parameters sent by the Operations Department and the torpedo officer were being input to calibrate the torpedo's launch status.

A terrible buzzing sound gradually came from the tail of the nuclear detonation torpedo lying quietly on the launch track.

The torpedo silo was instantly illuminated, and the source of the bright blue light was the plasma surge that was injected into it through the pipeline.

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Its energy is so high that it even produces extremely strong ionizing radiation. The amount of radiation is so large that it is impossible for any life to survive nearby during the charging and preheating process.

There is an extremely thick locking bottom cover at the base of the silo, which is the only barrier to block ionizing radiation and prevent it from killing the crew inside. Once it is damaged in a firefight, the combat effectiveness of the E-type attack ship will be seriously reduced.

"No. 1 short-burn torpedo engine preheated!"

"Nuclear detonation torpedo engine number two is preheated!"

On the command bridge.

Warrant officers and technical operators sat at the operating table, staring at the data that kept popping up on the cathode ray tube screen.

The naval officers stood behind them with their hands behind their backs, dignified and solemn, with multiple screens flashing in their pupils.

Everyone was waiting for the captain's orders, and the atmosphere was very tense.

"Captain, the Epic is ready for the first round of launches. The number three and four torpedoes are also in the same configuration and are being loaded and preheated." Louise saluted and reported.

Horatio picked up the pocket watch in his hand, pressed the button, and looked at the dial inside.

The inside of the pocket watch was decorated with beautiful colored glass, on which was depicted the Indefatigable charging with all its might, with six torpedo silos firing a salvo of torpedoes in unison.

Horatio watched intently and kept track of the time.

Thei stood on the observation platform, looking down at him, one foot with the tip of her boot touching the ground, a frosty smile on her face, and her white latex gloves were still stained with blood from the hasty cleaning after dissecting the alien, making her look a little dark and scary.

The planned attack time was 13:13:13 PM, Terra time.

is a good sign.

"Now! Listen to my orders! Use the wire-guided mode to launch the No. 1 short-burn torpedo!" He gave the order to fire in a loud voice.

"Open the slide cover of torpedo well No. 1! Short-burn torpedo No. 1, wire-controlled mode! Fire!" Louise skillfully broke down the captain's order and issued it further until it reached the technical priest at the torpedo compartment operating table.

(End of this chapter)