Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 504 06.0503: "Realistic Sail Age Naval Guns"

"It's the aliens! They're approaching the Epic!"

The sailors guarding the dock had just put down the folding barricades and barbed wire at the stairs, and two sergeants were about to light a cigarette each when the sailor who was looking out on the platform immediately shouted.

Everyone immediately put down their work, picked up the guns leaning against the wall, and rushed to their battle positions.

The sailor returned to the shooter's position and pulled the bolt to load the heavy bolt. Soon he saw a scene that made him unbelievable: "God Emperor! Why are there so many?!"

After seeing this incredible number of Kroot with their own eyes, the sailors defending the corridor were greatly shocked.

Leidos fired first, giving the order with practical action.

The lasers and the muzzle fire from the heavy bolter illuminated the wall near the docking port.

The leading adult Kroot species fell to the ground like rice being cut.

The deafening sound of gunfire rang out, echoing in the vast cathedral-like cabin and eventually reaching the ears of the garrisoned sailors. Soon, the soldiers could only barely see what the officers were shouting.

In addition, the only way to know which direction to focus fire is from the way they swing their swords.

But the Kroot did not choose to launch an attack from only one place. In fact, these alien raids were reported from all directions.

The reinforcements had an encounter with the Kroot who were specially sent to contain them. After a split second of casualties on both sides, the naval officers and soldiers pushed them back with their regional numerical and firepower advantages.

In front of the docking station, the alien that got close enough raised its gun, aimed at the sailors and opened fire.

The shooting of those strong men was extremely accurate, just like the Astartes, with extremely high accuracy and reaction speed.

There was a precise volley of fire, and there was a sound of people falling on the platform.

Many people had their heads blown up by the pulse guns, and before they could even utter a groan, they became headless corpses hanging on the parapet.

"Take your positions! Cover each other!"

"Go! Go quickly!"

The sailors guarding the stairwell were driven onto the platform under the scolding of orders and the pushing of sergeants.

They hastily dragged down the gruesomely dead bodies from the ceramic steel breastwork, pushed aside the bodies of the heavy weapons shooters who had been killed by concentrated fire, refilled their positions, and after a brief interlude, once again sang the song of destruction to the aliens.

This time, they fired more carefully from the firing holes, trying to use the thick ceramic breastwork to block a few pulse beams for themselves, and added thick ceramic shields such as those used on autocannons in front of the heavy bolters.

But doing so does reduce the accuracy of one's own shooting.

Under the suppression of the Kroot gunners, the garrison platoon, which was already at a numerical disadvantage, was suppressed to the point where they couldn't even raise their heads. The moment their helmets appeared from behind the breastwork, they would be hit by pulse rifles, and there was no need for rescue.

As a last resort, the garrison platoon could only raise their guns and fire blindly at the people below.

"Reload the heavy bombs!"

The shooter shouted, which meant that there would be a brief gap in firepower and the return fire from below would be more unscrupulous.

A sailor hiding behind the breastwork looked down through the visual firing hole, preparing to raise his rifle with the energy block replaced to shoot again.

"Gah! Ha!"

An ugly and ferocious face, like that of a ferocious ghost, suddenly appeared in front of him. There was only a board between it and him on the ceramic steel breastwork, and they stared at each other through the gap.

"Wow!!!" The sailors were caught off guard and retreated back and forth in fear.

Then he thrust the laser gun barrel out.

"Get out! Get out!" he yelled, pressing the barrel of his gun against the Kroot's water ghost's face.

He roughly pushed the barrel of the gun into the ghost face's eyes, then decisively pulled the trigger to blow the head of this abominable alien apart. The orange-yellow sticky liquid splashed everywhere, sticking to the brand new high-quality heavy bulletproof armor.

Just as the sailor was about to push down the body hanging on the marble fence blocking the shooting hole, a pulse gun with a sickle-shaped blade under the barrel suddenly stretched out from below and chopped the sailor on the forehead. The curved blade pierced through the top of his head and came out of his mouth which was still open due to fear.

The Kroot who had already rushed to the bottom of the platform exerted force and hooked the corpse down.

"They are coming!" "Stairs! Stairs! The aliens are trying to climb over the barbed wire!"

"Put on the sword and bayonet! Put on the sword and bayonet!"

The sailors stationed on the platform above pulled out an 80-centimeter-long straight-blade dagger bayonet from the scabbard at their waists, and used it as a sailor's knife to poke out through the gaps between the columns and the shooting holes, trying to stab the climbing Kroot people down.

The sailors stationed at the staircase below stood behind the breastwork, with bayonets fixed on their naval rifles, extending their reach, and stabbing down the Kroot who tried to scale the barricades and cut through the barbed wire.

Seeing that the garrisons on both sides had been defeated and were unable to protect themselves, Chief Krut shouted and ordered his most elite subordinates to march towards the docking port of the Epic.

When they took out the explosives and prepared to blow up the explosion-proof hatch of the Epic's docking port, the huge hatch actually opened by itself.

This was very abnormal, but the leading Kroot was very eager to fight at the moment and rushed in without thinking too much.

The chief in the rear had no way of knowing this and failed to notice anything unusual.

Lati stared leisurely at the closed-circuit televisions on the wall in front of her. As she scanned the images of the Kroot rushing into the Epic from the surveillance array, the corners of her mouth curled up even higher.
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Outside, the leading group of Kroot had already poured into the Epic. Their large feet, stained with blood and dirt, stepped on the gray-black deck of the Epic, making the deck, which was usually kept clean, extremely dirty.

"Raising the Battery"

As the hatch on the deck opened, the square lifting platform housing the Wolf Spider automatic turret rose from below.

When the unknown biometric heat signature appeared in the monitoring array of the Wolf Spider automatic turret, a small area of ​​the data pad in Latti's hand changed from green operating data to bright red warning data.

"Alert: Alien invasion detected"

"Firing status has been adjusted: cease fire - open fire"

Two Wolf Spider automatic turrets equipped with twin heavy bolter shells turned their guns towards the straight corridor.

Bang bang bang!
Fierce firepower was fired at the oncoming Kroot without regard for the consumption of ammunition. After the heavy bomb made a big hole in the body of a Kroot, it could continue to fly forward until it hit the second Kroot following closely behind it, and then exploded. The dense firepower and the flying fragments turned the corridor into a bloody killing field.

The gun barrel quickly turned red and hot, raising the temperature of the surrounding air and making a hissing sound.

The Kroot were no fools, and they tried to hide immediately after being hit, but the docking port was designed by Latti, and there were no protrusions for human-sized creatures to hide in, so the Kroot turned around and could only lie down and fight back, shooting at the turret.

When a dense barrage of ion beams is coming.

click!
With the crisp sound of gunfire, the elevator lowered the turret that had emptied its ammunition again.

The Kroot who were attacking the Epic seized the opportunity to pass quickly and split their forces to rush forward and backward - those rushing to the front would occupy the bridge, and those rushing to the back would occupy the engine room.

Although the turrets were lowered, the Kroot did not relax their vigilance - they did not know when the turrets would rise again, and they did not have heavy explosives to blow through the retractable doors above.

Therefore, someone had to be left guarding to blow up the turrets with explosives while they were halfway up the tower.

Standing behind the safe closed-circuit television, Lati looked at the corpses left by the aliens, and then looked at them squatting in the turret, and smiled with satisfaction.

The screens on the closed-circuit television wall showed squads of Crusader troops running past quickly.

Inside the Epic's rear hangar.

"Wow, little Fasha, look, this red robot is so cute." Veronica, full of curiosity, circled around the motionless Castellan mechas like a cat.

"So round and chubby, does the Mechanicus have such a cute robot? I wonder if they can get one for me." She poked the sturdy steel shell of the mecha with her fingers and said with stars in her eyes.

"Don't look at it! We still have important things to do. Hurry, use force! Drag the laser cannon over here!" Anya Fasha led the pilots and guided the heavy servitors to drag a heavy laser cannon on a trailer to the designated position, with the cold muzzle facing the gate.

This is a laser cannon removed from a Fury interceptor.

It had been set to the lowest scattering power by the Mechanic Priest, like an oversized shotgun. The energy output was not enough to penetrate the thick metal bulkheads, but it was extremely lethal to any infantry unit within the fan-shaped range of a hundred meters in front.

The female pilots of the Skyhawk Squadron also learned the news that the enemy had attacked the Epic. The rear hangar was very close to the docking port, and those Kroot people would definitely come here to kill them.

As officers and pilots, they were the main users of the hangar. Under Fasha's leadership, they also joined the defense and were determined to protect the hangar where their planes were located at all costs.

"Fix the cannon!" The ground crew used a makeshift metal structure to lock the two sides of the cart between the fixed brackets, turning the laser cannon into a bombardment naval gun similar to the ones installed on the sides of a warship in the sail age.

(The author took a photo of the 24-pound naval gun in the admiral's bedroom of the HMS Victory.)
(The 32-pounder gun on the lower gun deck is the heaviest gun on the ship. In high sea conditions, the gun port will be closed to prevent seawater from flooding in.)
(Historical loading methods and staffing.)
(End of this chapter)