Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 480 06.0479: "Why was I still being pushed by my prey? !"

The battle was ongoing for the 31st Terra hour.

Confirmed results: 21 ships.

Among them, 9 ships were killed by the Epic's critical strike, consuming 10 torpedoes.

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

The total destroyed tonnage was 330 million tons, ranking first among the wolf pack.

The total amount of Epic's hunting bounty has reached 34 billion Gothic coins.

"Torpedo target number one 7041! Aim at the sidearm area." Horatio used the observation telescope to look at his next prey and used the command hand to mark a conspicuous mark on it.

After such a long period of high-intensity combat, the crews on each ship were exhausted. Some even suffered accidents at work resulting in broken hands and feet due to mental confusion.

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

Another person accidentally fell while helping tow a torpedo and was trampled to death by the crowd behind him.

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

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

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

Louise, the chief officer of the operations department, had red and swollen eyes, and her eyeballs were bloodshot, but her sharp gaze did not relax or waver in the slightest.

Before Horatio entered the Faithful Academy, she had been on intensive kill-squad duty in the Lower Nest under the orders of General Alexander Hood, then-chief of the Gothic Fleet's Military Intelligence Command.

Due to mission requirements, she would sometimes lie in wait for a day or two without moving, while also having to maintain her attention and be able to make precise sniper kills when the target appeared.

At this moment, her mind was busy with tactical planning, which was the duty of the chief officer of the operations department, that is, to break down the captain's orders into feasible operations at each step.

Also, she has to calibrate the parameters before launching the torpedo.

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

It had been so long that even his lower body became numb, and he could not feel anything when he stretched his legs and feet.

It's not that he didn't want to get up and exercise, but his job required him to examine the densely packed data popping up on the cathode ray tube screen, while at the same time checking all the parameters in his mind. He simply had no time to get up.

In a trance, he thought of some rumors among his colleagues. He heard that some senior artillery officers became paraplegic because their lower bodies did not exercise for dozens of hours, which caused problems with their vertebrae and nerves.

Finally, they simply shaved their heads, connected neural plugs directly to their brains, soaked their lower bodies in nutrient solution, and transformed themselves into humanoid wetware.

David Beatty was also so exhausted that the corners of his mouth opened unconsciously and saliva flowed unseemly down his chin.

Dozens of hours of signal monitoring have made his head buzzing. Apart from the beeping sound of the frequency spectrum, it takes him a while to react to what others say to him.

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

This posture is similar to that of Old Man Speyer in Battlefleet Gothic 2, who returned to the real universe after being lost in the subspace for eight hundred years. Although he was tired, he was still calm and composed.

Although he was a little tired than when the war first started, he was still in better condition than the others.

It was not known whether it was the energy he had gained from his experience among the flowers, or whether Father Latti had added some powerful genetic material to his five operations.

Although his mind was a little dazed due to the intense use of his brain, his thinking efficiency had not decreased. It was more like he had entered a strange state of mind.

This made him feel what it was like to be a wetware servitor. As the captain, he had to personally pay attention to whether the parameters on the TDC torpedo trajectory calculator were correct before firing each precious torpedo, and at the same time, he had to keep an eye on the movements of the enemy cruiser fleet and command and dispatch the surrounding attack ships.

Pay attention to both the tiny tactical details and the overall situation on the battlefield.

This is what an outstanding Imperial Navy commander is supposed to do.

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

"Understood. 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 like a wolf at a Merchant-class cargo ship in front of him that was turning to avoid a torpedo.

boom! ——

"Torpedo No. 1 has been confirmed to have hit!" Louise's voice had become hoarse from reporting for dozens of hours, but her hoarse and energetic voice added a different kind of charm to her, and her temperament as a female soldier became even more sharp.

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

But the feedback from the hit still gave everyone a little motivation mentally, and brought a little relaxation to their always tense and extremely tired bodies.

Just as the torpedo officer Fideo took another cup of Reka coffee from the official attendant and prepared to boost his spirits, a sudden shake caused the black liquid to spill onto the work surface in front of him. The refreshing effect of this cup of coffee instantly increased several times.

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

Horatio suddenly stood up and shouted, "Emergency turn!"

It turned out that the remaining few cargo ships saw two more torpedo wakes coming in front of them, and new enemies joined the attack and hunting, so they simply gave up and continued to escape.

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

The enemy's unexpected ship collision made Horatio instantly alert.

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

The merchant ship, running with afterburners, was heading straight towards the direction of the last torpedo's wake at a speed of 15 knots.

"Execute a high-energy turn! Evade at full speed! Ignore the shadow field!" This sudden desperate struggle was beyond his expectations.

When a sheep is forced into a corner, it will butt people.

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

It looks like they are planning to split up their forces and send high-speed light cruisers to rescue the remaining merchant ships. If we speed up, we won’t be able to activate the shadow field, and when the enemy light cruisers arrive, they will see the tail flames of our ships sailing at full speed! "

Horatio wiped the sweat from his temples and frowned.

It seems that the enemy has already communicated that a rescue fleet is on the way, so the remaining merchant ships and the attackers will fight to the death, so that the vanguard reconnaissance fleet that is speeding up can gain the advantage.

It is even possible that the Tau Empire's command has already known that it was the Empire's new attack ships that were causing the trouble, and has ordered the merchant fleet and rescue fleet to damage one of their ships at all costs, even if it means harming themselves, leaving the injured attack ship unable to escape.

Since this is the case, both sides will be in trouble...

Horatio thought silently for a while. His head was pounding with pain. At this critical moment of life and death, he was thinking of a countermeasure every minute.

[The torpedo wake just now exposed our ship's position. Although sailing at full speed can avoid the collision with the merchant ship, if it continues to chase, it will definitely be discovered by the light cruiser that follows, so we still have 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 collide with our attack ships. Once they are damaged at this time, they will be unable to escape even if they have wings!"

(End of this chapter)