Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Every road was set up with roadblocks and barricades, including the buildings on the roadside that had become reinforced ruins fortresses, and densely packed orcs seemed to be everywhere. Even the newly born boys could shoot deadly iron balls with tattered pistols made of waste.

The front troops must create a large enough space so that humans can deploy more troops into the Hive Void Shield. This place seems to be Stalingrad 40,000 years later, with humans and orcs fighting for every street, every building, and even every room!

The hope of victory was imminent, and the densely packed corpses and buildings desecrated by the orcs in the hive further inspired the morale of the Imperial Guard. They all roared and stepped into this meat grinder in the name of the God-Emperor. The trajectory of the laser gun lit up the entire street, and Leman Russ used his heavy armor plates and infantry defense to quickly name the orcs' firepower points one by one.

With the help of the Astartes, the air force of the Imperial Navy has seized air superiority over the entire hive city. Hundreds of Valkyries are the last hope for the Ork reinforcements. A assembled armored force was turned into pieces of scrap metal in two rounds of air strikes and sailed away in flames and roars.

Now, the Empire, which has created a huge gap in the outer city's defenses, can finally allow its heavy artillery to enter the hive city to fight, and the heavy artillery of the Human Empire, which has been unable to break through the void shield and has been idle, can finally exert its own power.

"Object No. 628, orc fortifications, sight 3, 12- to the left, grenade, intersection fire, three rapid shots, correct trajectory!" As the commander's flag was waved heavily, a total of petrified lizards roared at the same time.

Since the air force had completely seized air superiority and the orcs had lost the ability to conduct large-scale artillery counterattacks, and most importantly, there was not enough space, the petrified lizard self-propelled artillery troops did not disperse directly, but instead deployed densely in the form of a square formation and fired.

Every road and every building has its own role in the battle. The orcs launched surprise attacks from various places, and each detachment of the Imperial Guard received different orders to delay or hit the advancing enemy as much as possible, and then concentrate superior forces to attack the enemies and ancient giants near the highway. Yes, they will fight the Titans with their flesh and blood.

The heavily armored ancient giants hung high above the entire block like giant gods, using their weapons to harvest all creatures under their feet, whether they were humans or orcs. The Titans that monitored the Legion belonged to the Mechanicus, and they would never act as the spearhead of the attack. And because the Inquisition banned the orbital fleet from bombing, these giant gods would have consumed the lives of millions of Imperial Guards and held on for several months.

Fortunately, the first wave of the Astartes' attack poured almost all of their missiles on these terrifying green-skinned creations. Eight ancient giants were destroyed on the spot, and most of the weapons of the remaining three were also knocked off. Otherwise, these Imperial Guards with only a small number of armored units would have no chance to push the battle line to them.

And when the basilisk troops have destroyed all obstacles on their way, the decisive weapon that has been hidden by the Imperial Guard until now will also show its fangs under the cover of the loyal and fearless soldiers - Acheron Titan Destroyer, a new force led by Commissar Yarick.

According to the law of Warhammer that the older a new unit is, is it worthy of being led by Commissar Yarrick? All doubts were dispelled when they saw those beautiful metal behemoths with their own eyes. Just as their name suggests, two squadrons of 14 sacred relics with beautiful blue and gold paint marched in the center of the queue. When the drooping volcano cannon was raised, it would destroy all the enemies of the empire that stood in its way.

As for why there are still two squadrons with 14 vehicles left, it can only be said that the prestige of Political Commissar Yarick is also very useful among the Imperial Zerg and the Mechanicus.

The Imperial Guards were scattered at the feet of the Titan, dying by the thousands, every meter they took stained with foul xenos flesh.

Without any armored support, neither flesh and blood nor armor can stop the power of the giant. In order not to waste the Imperial Guard's precious armored strength, they can only use the guns and swords, blood and faith in their hands.

In the brutal hand-to-hand combat, they dragged the orcs into the range of the ancient giants' firepower. Every step forward would cost hundreds of casualties. They would use their flesh and blood to force the orc ancient giants to focus all their attention on them and split the positions of the three ancient giants.

After another roar from the swarm of basilisks, a strange army appeared at the end of the road - the Krieg Death Troopers!

"Sir, when the red signal light comes on and the artillery fire stops, you can charge." The messenger trotted to the highest commander of the Krieg troops.

“No need to stop”

"What did you say, sir?"

"I said, there is no need to stop the fire, Krieg is in front of death"

The hunting rifle in his hand, which was loaded with explosives, was decorated with the flag of the cavalry unit, and the flag fluttered in the wind as the warhorse trotted forward. He gently stroked his horse, soothing the Krieg horses that began to get restless in the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder. They smelled the breath of war and were eager to join in.

He was also eager, but military orders were like mountains, and they could only wait.

When Gu Juji began to retreat due to the continuous collapse of his defense line and a new round of orc infantry was filling in, a dazzling red light shot straight into the sky.

He gently pulled the reins, and the flag fluttered as it waved forward 45 degrees. He believed that the more than 2400 remnants of soldiers behind him, who had been gathered from various units and merged together, would no longer be able to endure the shame of surviving. Today would be the day they would be loyal to the Emperor.

Amidst the silence and the sound of horse hooves, the knights charged towards the aliens and giants under artillery fire.

Chapter 48: Hunting the Giant God

The officer didn't even look at the heavily armored orc boss whose half of his body was blown off by his hot melt spear. He casually stuck the spent spear into the eye socket of an orc boy. With the remaining horsepower, he chopped off the heads of two more orcs. It wasn't over yet. He would continue to charge. Because his mission was to force the giant back.

After the initial charge, the cavalry drew their sabers. The saber was a long, unbladed sword, used primarily for stabbing rather than slashing, with a sharp tip and a bowl-shaped handle. The handle was specially designed so that the blade formed a natural straight line with the arm when the hand was extended, which facilitated a better secondary charge for the cavalry.

The sabers of other cavalrymen were different, because only Krieg would make a second charge.

——The giant was afraid.

The ancient giants began to retreat because of the continuous collapse of their defenses. When those terrifying cavalry broke through the layers of orc defenses and rushed to less than ten meters below them, these giants who had been showing off their might and domineering before finally began to turn around - they wanted to retreat to a safer place.

At this time, another armored unit slowly emerged from the shadows. Shadow Sword, this is the only legendary tank of the Imperial Guard that can penetrate Titans and give mortals the power to resist the giant gods.

The key to the Shadow Sword is its main gun, the Volcano Cannon. This is a heavy energy weapon equipped on Warlord-class Titans and above. Its power when fully charged is enough to penetrate the void shield of a Warlord-class Titan while piercing the body, or melt a moving tank into a pool of molten iron, or even evaporate a large group of infantry.

However, installing heavy weapons of this specification on a Titan and on a super-heavy tank are two completely different things. Although the volcanic cannon does give the Shadow Sword terrifying anti-armor firepower, the defects it brings are also obvious.

The Titan can directly transfer energy from its own plasma reactor to the volcanic cannon to power the weapon, but trying to replicate this design on a super-heavy tank could easily lead to safety risks.

Therefore, the designer of Shadow Sword who is no longer traceable did not use the same weapon configuration as Titan's volcano cannon, but equipped Shadow Sword's volcano cannon with a special capacitor, so that the volcano cannon can be powered and fired normally as long as the power of the tank engine is transmitted to it. Although this design solved Shadow Sword's firing problem, it brought more problems:

The cost of transferring the main engine's energy supply is that the Shadow Sword can only rely on auxiliary power to move at a snail's pace, and the main engine must be shut down during the firing phase to prevent the energy from the capacitor from destroying the entire tank. Since the Shadow Sword has no turret structure, it means that if it is offset, it must go through a cumbersome procedure to move the body again to lock the target, and then execute the charging and firing procedure. This set of operating procedures plus the charging time of the volcanic cannon means that the Shadow Sword may only fire once a minute, and can only sneak attack those large and slow enemy units.

There was no chance of an ambush on the front battlefield. A single attack was not enough to break through the shields and kill the three 80-meter-tall behemoths that survived the Astartes' attack - this was already the size of the Emperor-class Titans of the Human Empire.

And now, taking advantage of the turning of these giants, it is finally time to decide the victory.

When the army appeared in front of the orcs, the greenskins accurately captured Yarrick, who was half exposed on the car. "Isn't that the old one-eyed guy?"

"What a one-eyed old man, is he here to die? Then let him be the first step in my becoming big and strong."

Then all the noise stopped.

Fourteen thick rays of light struck the thick, seemingly indestructible shield like heavy hammers. After a brief delay, the thin shield shattered like glass. The excess power instantly destroyed large sections of armor plates and weapons.

The orcs were shocked to see the giants staggering and almost falling to the ground. They were so frightened that they could not speak, and even forgot that the Krieg Death Riders were still slaughtering nearby.

Countless people on the field watched as the giants slowly tried to turn around, and those precious sun-shaped shadow swords quickly began to recharge after the first round of bombardment. Now, even a difference of one second could determine the entire battle situation!

The battlefield was still as fierce as ever, with shouts of killing and the sound of gunfire. But everyone seemed to be able to hear the ticking of a stopwatch. Time passed second by second, and it was enough to see the side of the giant god, and there seemed to be a blazing light flashing in the muzzle of Shadow Sword's volcanic cannon.

Fourteen thick rays of light lit up again!

This time, there was no shield to stop the ancient giant. In the violent explosion and huge sparks, everyone could see that half of the upper body of the three majestic giant gods was completely melted, and they fell to the ground irreversibly in the huge impact.

The orcs, whose mouths were filled with smoke and dust, also reacted at this time. "Gua, Old One-Eye defeated the giant god, Old One-Eye has the best teeth in the world." The orcs who witnessed this screamed and fled in all directions.

This escape and these thoughts were also spread to the orcs in the entire battlefield through the Waaagh force field. In an instant, as the orc giant fell, it was like a domino falling. One, two, tens of thousands, millions of orcs shouted the name of the old one-eyed man - the power of the orcs in the entire battlefield collapsed in an instant.

"For the God-Emperor! Victory and forward." The post-war voice of Commissar Yarrick, which came from the intercom and various radio stations, also ignited the fighting enthusiasm of the Imperial Guard. Hundreds of thousands, millions of Imperial Guards poured in from the gap, and the orcs, who had completely collapsed and were only concerned with escaping, were no longer able to organize even a single interception.

When these defeated troops encountered the Imperial paratroopers who had completely blocked all the main passages in the rear, they fell into deep despair and even turned into fighting each other. In the end, these orcs who had lost their armor and weapons and only had swords and guns in their hands were divided and annihilated by the large number of armored troops that came to reinforce. The entire outer city was quickly recovered.

"It's quite boring, like a massacre, and it's not exciting." by a noble sailor who led an elite armored force and did not want to be named.

After the battle, Commissar Yarrick waved to everyone, then hid in the car and started coughing heavily. He knew that he was too old to sustain such intense activities. "Strange, why do I feel that today is not as serious as before? I seem to be stronger."

Chapter 49: Dark Clouds in the Courtroom

Inquisitor Erwin watched the battle on the holographic table. Intermittent images showed the position of the Imperial Army in every corner of the city. The Imperial Army unexpectedly entered the city. The larger positioning runes marked the engines of the Surveillance Legion, or the tank columns of the Iron Legion. After these heavy weapons entered the city, it was only a matter of time before the entire outer city fell.

"Damn it, damn it! Didn't I already call off the orbital bombardment? Those Astra Militarum troops should have died in the battle that lasted for several months, but how come they managed to break through the outer city in less than two weeks?"

Judge Erwin could no longer suppress his anger. He smashed everything on the table to the ground. After venting his anger, he slammed himself heavily on the stool like a clown.

This silence lasted until another Inquisitor arrived. "Where did you get the completed 888-year-old ritual? When we were discussing cooperation, you told me that there was only one step left."

Erwin slammed a bloody chainsaw axe on the table in anger. "When we decipher it, the last step will be the death of a Great Secret Keeper or the Lord of Change."

Facing such questioning, the Inquisitor actually chuckled, pulled out his ice-blue staff from his waist and gently waved it, "No, no, no, I have already arranged this. It is really all thanks to these green creatures and my amazing wisdom."

"You just have to make sure they don't launch orbital bombardment and break through the void shield. Even if the ritual is activated, they will be powerless. And all of this will become the cornerstone of the God-Emperor's resurrection. No one can stop the Great Rift."

"Don't play riddles with me. What did you do? Inquisitor Samar." Erwin had had enough of his nonsense and even stood up.

Samar smiled contemptuously, "clown." But he liked this kind of self-righteous clown, who was manipulated, played with, and finally abandoned like a puppet under his wisdom. He was in a good mood and decided to briefly talk about his amazing wisdom.

"Hermann von Steber will fall into the worship of the Lord of Change and try to use the family heirloom to summon a Lord of Change. With the efforts of us Inquisitors and those Astartes, this crisis will be resolved. And the death of that poor bird will become the key to open the door to the future for us."

"Magic array? What kind of magic array? The sky is full of their planes right now. Any magic array will be destroyed by the bombing. If we can't stop those damn guys, our plan will fail!"

"I've already said this, and you really don't have observation skills. Erwin, why don't you go back to being an acolyte and start over." Samar called up the current holographic image of the hive and explained to him with a harsh clown-like laugh. "Why not take a closer look at the location of these nine fallen warships?"

"This! How is it possible? How did you do it?"

Samar enjoyed this feeling very much. "This is how I convinced the devil's wisdom. Chaos can also be used by humans."

Erwin just frowned due to his lack of strength. "It's better to do this than to let your demonic weapon bewitched your mind, you Horusian fellow."

At this time, in the outer nest of Acheron Hive, there was another group of people also watching the direction of the battle on the holographic imaging table. These images were clearer and more detailed, and there was also a real-time bird's-eye view as a comparison.

Commissar Yarrick looked around at the men and women around him and coughed a few times to attract everyone's attention. "With the help of the Astartes and the heroic fighting of the Astra Militarum, we have captured the entire outer city."

He paused and enlarged the model of the inner city. "The Astartes are still fighting in the inner city, and the Inquisition's killing team has lost contact with us. Something must have happened in the inner city that we don't know about. We must regroup our troops and enter the inner city as soon as possible."

The staff officer at the side also stepped forward to explain. "The Inquisition has put pressure on the Military Affairs Department to demand that we enter the inner city as soon as possible to find out the truth. However, the Astartes and we use two completely different communication networks. Now we have no way to contact them while they are fighting in the inner city."

"..." Most of the people present looked unhappy. The Inquisition had gone too far. Previously, they had tried to slow down their attack as much as possible. On the one hand, they persuaded the Titan Corps not to attack the Orc Titans as the vanguard, and on the other hand, they prohibited the orbital fleet from bombing and forced them to pay with human lives, and then sent out a killing squad to kill the Governor and grab the credit.

And now that their own people were missing, they jumped out and ordered them to attack. This would cost tens or even millions of Star Army soldiers to save a dozen people whose lives were unknown! However, because the crazy Inquisitor could chop off their heads without saying a word, no one dared to speak at this time.

Commissar Yarrick himself looked unhappy. The Inquisition was not stupid, why would he do this? It was as if he didn't care about us, as if we would all die here and that was all that mattered.

No way? He suddenly realized something. Although this answer was outrageous, considering that there were many idiots in the Inquisition, it was not completely impossible. If this was true, then they were really crazy - these were two thousand Astartes and more than three million Astra Militarum!

Although he almost confirmed this horrifying idea, he remained calm. He quietly listened to the other generals' heated discussion on how to enter the inner city as quickly as possible with the least cost, but in his mind he was thinking about how to break the impasse.

He had not only grown older over the years, but he had also mastered a lot of knowledge that was absolutely forbidden to ordinary political commissars. The Inquisitor wanted to attack them with a very small number of people, which was nothing more than some evil belief, using dark rituals and sacrifices to exchange for power.

After much thought, there was only one solution - to call for Astartes support. Yes, no matter how determined their fighting spirit was, no matter how well-equipped they were, they were just mortals. If it was a frontal battlefield, he was confident that he could lead the troops to hold on to the last soldier. But why not let Astartes do this?

Armageddon lacks everything except Astartes. More than 40,000 Astartes gather on one planet. It can be said that this is the planet with the highest density of Astartes (excluding Mars which has not yet awakened).

Therefore, he had to prepare for both situations. Now all his thoughts were just guesses, and he really didn't know who he could trust in the face of the Inquisition. No, there was one person who was really not afraid of the Inquisition, and now he had the strength to support them - Lord Admiral and Governor of Armageddon, Salmin Impert.

Chapter 50 The Storm is Coming

"In the first stage, casualties must be kept to a minimum. Sooner or later, the war of attrition between the two armies will come. But initially, casualties must be kept light—"

"No, we must seize the vital areas as quickly as possible, we must break through the walls quickly, we will fight alongside the Astartes, this will be our highest honor."

"No, no, no. We should let them in. Let them open the gates. Let the greenskins take over those outer blocks. Let them risk their lives in exchange for these abandoned, worthless areas. Those idiots will definitely do this if we show any signs of retreating."

Commissar Yarrick quietly watched the chaos in the room, various ideas and assumptions colliding back and forth. Now was not the time for him to speak up. Yes, he had enough authority to convince everyone, but he had to consider the sake of the Inquisition.

If the Inquisition had betrayed them and deliberately gave them false intelligence to force them to attack, then they would be one-way transparent, and the enemy would know all their movements, while they would know nothing. He knew what the outcome would be with his boots.

But now he only has very little information, and even the premise of the Inquisition's betrayal is his assumption. So what should he do now?

Yes, he should do something that is beneficial to the Astra Militarum and the Astartes but not to the Inquisition, that is, to destroy the void shield. As long as the void shield of the hive city is destroyed, the troops on the ground will enjoy complete control of the space, and can call for orbital bombardment to attack large enemy forces and fortresses at any time.

At the same time, at the very beginning of the combat meeting, the Inquisition banned orbital bombardment for a very far-fetched reason. Now thinking about it, this is an obvious doubt. The only problem now is that the Admiral Parlor he knew before has died and returned to the Golden Throne.

He didn't know the new Lord Admiral, and didn't even have his personal contact information. What he had to do now was to use the identity of a stranger to make him violate the orders issued by the Inquisition and risk his life to believe in his illusions. Thinking of this, and thinking about the insect-like level of the imperial officials, even Commissar Yarrick felt depressed.

(The Imperial Navy and Governors at all levels are four-level departments under the Imperial Terra Senate, the Central Administrative Council, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs; and the Inquisition is a first-level department on the same level as the Terra Senate. In theory, this group of people can do whatever they want in the Human Empire, and in reality, it is almost the same.)

But if he gave up just because it was too difficult, then Commissar Yarrick would have died on that rainy night 57 years ago. After thinking for a while, he asked someone to slip a note to the officer sitting in the corner. She was different from everyone else present - she belonged to the Imperial Navy, an admiral.

Yarrick watched the flashing cursors marking his troops on the huge map. They were almost at the limit of their logistics, and if their infantry lost the cover of the armored units, they would have to pursue them further.

As long as the Bone Crusher gathers a small number of elite troops to launch a pincer attack from both wings, the hundreds of thousands of vanguard troops will be surrounded, divided, and annihilated without resistance. The current favorable situation will be reversed in an instant. Regardless of whether there is a problem with the Inquisition, he cannot put the troops in danger in order to complete the task in the rear.

"Please listen to me," Yarrick found that for some reason his body had improved significantly, and his voice was more powerful. "No matter how we attack the inner city, we must stop the reckless pursuit," he tapped the map emphatically and drew a curve without thinking.

"Here, our logistics can keep up. We should crush those orcs with steel and armor, instead of letting our good guys use that fire stick to poke the greenskin boss's heavy armor."

The room quickly became quiet - Yarrick almost denied the results of most people's discussion, but only a few people protested quietly and whispered to each other.

He knew that this was the time to use his prestige to make the final decision. He squeezed his lungs hard to make his old voice more powerful and authoritative. "Do you believe me, or do you believe yourself?"

After a short silence, voices of agreement and echoing continued to ring out, "I trust you more." "Yes, Political Commissar Yarick should understand war better." "I just said that we should stop for a while." "We all trust the judgment of the Political Commissar."...

"The meeting is adjourned now. Everyone, go back and rest and prepare for tomorrow's combat meeting. While waiting for the arrival of logistics, a hot dinner will strengthen the faith of the young men, and the reinforcements from the Titan Legion will pave the way for our attack."

……

After everyone left, a tall and arrogant figure stood up from the corner, "What do you want to tell me?" Jean Bart's attitude was not good. To put it bluntly, Yarrick was a fighting hero of the Empire's Armageddon, and Jean Bart and the Empire could not be said to have nothing to do with each other, but they were strangers.

Yarrick hit a soft nail, he didn't know how to start. He was really not good at this, he didn't want to use a lot of embellishments to cover up anything, he decided to state it with the most certain and decisive words. "God Emperor, in order to win, I need the personal contact information of Lord Admiral and Governor of Armageddon, Salmin Impert."

? But considering the old man's reputation, Jean Bart still asked, "What are you going to do? Please tell me the reason."

After a short silence, "I'm sorry, but I can't say it. I don't trust you." The betrayal of the Inquisition here was all his imagination. There was no evidence, and he really didn't know if she was an Inquisition agent. He knew that trust was mutual, but this matter was of great importance, so he could only gamble that his reputation could make her trust him unilaterally.

Jean Bart laughed a little angrily. You still want the commander's personal contact information? Who are you and what do you want to do is none of my business. I am only responsible to the commander. Without saying anything, she turned around and left. It was because she had a good temper. If it was Ron, it might not end well.

"Ron!" Salmin looked at the two familiar cute and bloodthirsty faces on the screen and made a strange sound, mixed with surprise and fear.

The good news is that Ron is not the first to arrive.

Bad news, the second batch came with two Roans, the main body and the μ-armored one. Send!

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The four huge warships that suddenly appeared in the sky were Essex, Mang (Shimakaze), Ron (Ron μ Weapon), Alberta (Ron)

"Isn't the era of aircraft carriers over yet? That's great. We've finally got you... Everything is ready, get ready to attack, Commander!"

"The world's only Shimakaze-class destroyer - Shimakaze is here to report. Good evening, dear~ First of all, a kiss... hehe~"

"Heavy Cruiser Ron, using the weapons experiment mission as an opportunity, idol activities are going on. Your singing voice can also be used as a weapon in battle."

"Haha, I'm finally with you. My heart feels more fulfilled than killing crazily on the battlefield. But there are a lot of pests..."