Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 644 06.643: "Surprise Attack on D'Anoi Bay (Part )"

At the D'Anoi Bay Dockyard, operators, managers and maintenance personnel are busy day after day.

The huge robotic arms were waving, the energy pipelines were glowing, and the humming sounds from various equipment were interweaving into a busy melody.

A Tu clan management master stood upright on the platform, carefully and earnestly inspecting the berth situation at the port.

He was dressed in the finery of his clan, the hems of his clothes fluttering gently in the breeze.

Suddenly, a discordant light pierced his eyes.

The management master suddenly raised his head, and saw flames quickly blooming in his eyes. Then, a series of explosions sounded, illuminating the distance like daylight.

"What..." His face was full of horror. He slowly took a step back, then sounded the alarm and asked himself to calm down in the name of the Greater Good.

In an instant, the flashing red light instantly enveloped the entire dock, breaking the originally quiet blue atmosphere.

All the Titans were stunned at first, with hesitant expressions on their faces, and then looked around blankly, looking for the source of the alarm.

"Enemy attack! The enemy is coming!!" The shouts continued to echo in the corridor. It was not until this time that the Titanium people woke up from their dreams and ran hurriedly.

"Who is the enemy? Humans or greenskins?!"

The fire warrior captain of the garrison fleet looked anxious. He quickly rushed onto the platform and skillfully used advanced scanning equipment to look into the distance.

The instrument's screen flashed, and the built-in artificial intelligence quickly marked the information of the hit ship.

"We didn't see those ugly big iron lumps with bared teeth and claws."

The Earth Clan's management master frowned and said solemnly, "The enemy has disappeared. It looks just like what was described in the warning issued by the Ether Council, a stealth attack ship of the hostile forces."

Just as he finished speaking, another ship suddenly exploded on the screen in front of everyone. It was a merchant-class cargo ship loaded with military supplies and repair materials.

The air waves generated by the explosion hit the thin air around it, creating layers of ripples.

"Many cargo ships on our routes are urgently evading the route. We cannot leave them out there to be slaughtered by hostile forces."

The commander of the fire fighters stationed on the battlefield had a serious expression on his face and said loudly, "All patrol squadrons will set sail immediately to cover our cargo ships. There are important war materials inside. We cannot afford these losses! This will cause us to lose in the fight against humans!"

Suddenly, the entire star port was in an uproar.

In the corridor, the battleship crew members were walking hurriedly with nervous looks, their figures moving quickly under the lights.

The engines of warships of all sizes lit up and slowly sailed out of their berths.

"Back off, don't let them hit us. Get under that Merchant."

Countless warships swarmed out like a hornet's nest with a stabbed bee. The roar of their engines was deafening, creating waves of energy in the harbor.

However, no one among the Tau has yet figured out where the torpedo came from and why it went undetected.

The atmosphere on the Epic was extremely tense.

In front of them were enemies whose number was a hundred times theirs. Seeing this scene, many crew members couldn't help but tremble.

"We're finished, we're finished." A sailor's mind completely collapsed, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

A warm current instantly flowed out from his crotch. He was already incontinent, his face was pale, and he couldn't stand up for a long time.

Horatio stared closely at the dozens or even hundreds of large and small warships passing by.

Feeling the danger coming towards him, his lower lip began to tremble slightly.

But he immediately bit his lower lip with his teeth, trying to control his emotions, holding his breath and watching these deadly opponents drive out from the three exits one after another. His face tried his best to maintain dignity and calmness, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree.

He knew in his heart that someone was watching him secretly.

As the captain, he must set an example to get the shaken crew to refocus on the next mission.

"He's really not afraid." Harvey turned his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and snorted.

"Ahhhhh...I feel like I can't breathe."

David Beatty rolled his eyes upwards and leaned forward weakly, his hat falling to the ground.

Harvey was quick to act. He grabbed him with both hands, straightened him up, and then slapped him in the face.

David Betty came to himself again from his trance.

"It's really strange. The oxygen level is normal, but my limbs feel numb as if I'm lacking oxygen." He sat up with sweat all over his forehead and a pale face.

"You're suffering from oxygen poisoning. Don't take short breaths too frequently. Open your mouth and breathe slowly and deeply. If it doesn't work, ask the ship's doctor for a bottle of sedative." Harvey said patiently.

"I'll go get a bottle of sedative." David Betty just stood up and his legs went limp.

"Damn! My feet are numb!" He grimaced and twitched the corners of his mouth.

After another fruitless attempt, he could only rely on his two strong arms to crawl forward.

"There are too many of them. There are hundreds of ships of all sizes. There weren't even this many in the last war." Collingwood folded his arms, frowned, and looked serious. "We will have to wait for them to leave for a while."

"Patience is a hunter's virtue." Horatio said slowly and calmly.

"Captain, the disciplinary squad reports that the morale of the crew in some cabins on the ship is low. I suggest ordering the execution of those who are most frightened on the spot to boost the courage of all crew members." Farida's hand was on the chrome-plated grenade launcher, her tone grim.

“No, I can handle it myself, and I believe my crew can overcome this trivial problem.

Turn on the radio and I will make a speech first.

Commissioner Farida, please ask your military supervisors to start rectifying discipline and ask the nuns to take action. We must work together at this moment!" Horatio said firmly.

The chief boatswain quickly interrupted the entire ship's sound array and blew the copper whistle around his neck. His voice was loud and serious: "Everyone, now, the captain speaks."

"Crew members."

Horatio's voice spread throughout the ship through the sound array.

“We are now like people walking a tightrope on a cliff, and many people fall off the cliff not because they lack ability, but because their fear breaks their balance.

They subjectively feel that they are unable to maintain their balance, and once they begin to give up on themselves and their legs and feet become weak, they will truly be doomed.

Is this the most dangerous situation we have ever faced? Think about the scene of being bombarded by the enemy before! We have not been discovered by the enemy yet, and everything is going according to plan. The God-Emperor blesses us, and He is watching us from the Golden Throne! Show your courage! Prove to the great Lord of Humanity that you are worthy of entering the Golden Throne! "

Activation: War Horn (Basic)

"Permanent passive effect: All units in the command sequence within 88 meters of the prosthetic holder gain +8 morale, +8 stamina, +8 melee attack."

"Active activation effect: Consume 2 energy points, enemies within 88 meters are more inclined to engage in close combat with you rather than shooting; the morale of units in the command sequence will be restored within 30 minutes, temporarily removing negative psychological emotions."

A scarlet light flowed through the corrugated grooves of the iron hand wrapped in full armor.

The lower cabin.

"That's right! Get that coward out of here!" A boatswain had a furious look on his face and pointed at the sailor who was paralyzed on the ground and shouted loudly.

A trainee military inspector shouted in a tone of trial: "Any act of weakness will be recorded, and cowards will be punished later! The flogging begins!
As for those wimps who have lost their fighting spirit, I have a way to boost their morale!"

He raised his bolt pistol from its holster.

This angry shout was like a bolt from the blue, instantly waking up many people.

They staggered to their feet, holding onto the wall, and returned to their original positions with a slightly unsteady pace.

"Brothers and sisters, fight bravely. The Holy Emperor will bless us as we march toward the Golden Throne! "The loud hymns came from the cabin next to us.

Four fully armed pure angels, holding grenade launchers in their hands, walked solemnly in front to lead the way.

Behind him followed court officials carrying power backpacks equipped with sound arrays and holding flags with the emperor's holy image.

Behind the court officials followed deacon nuns dressed in pure white robes. One of them held a holy water bottle and an olive branch, while the other carried a shaking incense burner, spreading the emperor's blessings to the people along the way.

Amidst the quiet and pious singing, they marched in neat steps through one corridor after another.

"Huh? I don't know why, but I feel so warm..."

"I suddenly figured it out. The captain would never lead us to commit suicide. What is there to be afraid of?" A sailor who was originally so scared that his legs went limp stood up again and muttered to himself.

"Attention!!!" A messenger blushed and shouted with all his might through a megaphone: "Torpedoes are being warmed up!!!"

"Go, go, go! For the God-Emperor! Destroy the aliens!" The crew members shouted loudly as if they were injected with chicken blood, rushed to their respective posts, and quickly began the launch warm-up procedure.

Once people become busy, they will forget those distracting thoughts.

On the command bridge.

"Captain, the enemy ships have almost left. There are still some armed civilian ships left in the berth." Louise stared at the observation instrument intently and quickly reported the latest observation results.

"Captain! I have followed your order and the ship is facing the enemy sideways!"

Horatio nodded slightly, and his tightly pursed lips opened again: "Now! Weapons Department, one, two, three, four, five, six, launch tubes ready!"

"All launch slots in the torpedo compartment have been opened!"

At this time, their target, the Guardian-class battleship that was still anchored in the harbor, only turned on the power in response to the alarm, but still did not take any action.

And this power-on seems to be just to verify the results of the maintenance, not to prepare for battle.

Horatio raised his iron hand, put his five fingers together to form a hand knife, and slashed through the air.

The first lieutenant saw the captain's gesture, leaned on the railing and shouted to the combat center below:
"All torpedoes fired!!"

"All torpedoes fired!!! For the Lord and glory of mankind!!! For the Gothic Fleet!!!"

Everyone on the bridge shouted together, their voices so loud that it seemed as if they wanted to let out all the frustration that had been suppressed in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)