Chapter 131 03.0130: "Death Fight on a Narrow Road"

"Ah! Ah! My arm!"

The injured sailor was dragged away by his clansmen and leaned against the rear bulkhead.

But this was the only kind of assistance they could provide. In the chaos of swords and sabers, the wounded could only try to stop the bleeding on their own.

The heavy boarding party that Horatio had sent to raid the right flank arrived and fired a volley of shotgun shells, tearing several running Blood Pact soldiers to pieces.

From a bird's eye view, Horatio saw that a Blood Pact soldier had only half of his skull left in an instant, with dozens of bullets making dense blood holes on his body, which was terrifying.

The blood continued to flow along the diversion channel on the deck, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, oil, dirt, and filth.

The Blood Pact axemen and the melee blood soldiers armed with daggers rushed up, and the axemen swung their axes to hook the heavy boarding shields of the shield guards.

The bottom of the long-handled demolition axe hooked the upper end of the shield and pulled it backwards, trying to hook the shield down.

The power axe blade and the shield steel made a harsh and sharp friction sound.

The shield guard pulled the shield with all his strength, and another armed soldier came forward to help. The two sides seemed to be engaged in a fierce tug-of-war. The shield was clumsy and huge, making the sailor's arms sore and heavy.

"The shotgun is loaded!" An armed soldier behind him handed the loaded shotgun to the shield guard. The shield guard extended the muzzle of the gun from the shooting hole on the shield and pulled the trigger at the enemy who was hooking his shield.

With a loud bang, a shotgun shell directly smashed the axeman into several pieces.

Without waiting for the boarding team members to catch their breath, several demolition axes struck directly on the top of the shield. The heavy blows cut into the shield, and the bloody axe blade was embedded in the shield, and blood kept flowing down the shield.

Under the heavy blow of the fourth axe, the boarding shield let out a sharp scream of metal tearing.

The shield guard pushed the broken shield towards the enemy and tried his best to empty the magazine. After dumping the ammunition, his chest was smashed by the axe and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Another shield guard's shield was hooked off by the axe while he was reloading, and the opponent stepped on it, forcing him to retreat.

"Kill! Kill them!" the Blood Pact Assault Sergeant roared, inciting his men to launch a charge.

The second line of naval axemen roared and rushed forward, colliding with their 'peers', swinging the power axes in their hands at each other's heads.

The fights among colleagues were always extremely bloody and violent, with no corpse left intact after being chopped by axes.

A naval axeman used a fierce chop to break the enemy's defense, then swung the axe blade horizontally across the enemy's face.

"Uh-oh!!"

The Blood Pact Axeman let out a scream as his entire jaw and helmet were chopped off. Blood and flesh splattered on the wall and flowed slowly.

A navy axeman nearby chopped off the Blood Pact soldier's shoulder with his axe, knocking him half-kneeling on the ground. Then the second axe chopped the enemy in half like a tree, and the scarlet intestines flowed out of the ruptured abdomen. Horatio could see that they were even squirming.

The armed soldiers behind him also took out their melee weapons and fought with the enemy.

A naval armed soldier was stabbed with a bayonet on the back and three times in the chest, but with the rapid surge of adrenaline, he felt no pain. After killing two enemy soldiers in succession, he slowly leaned against the wall with an unsteady gait and slid down, leaving a bloody drag mark.

The third boarding team arrived in time, with two boarding team gunners among them.

"Get out of the way!" a tall breakthrough gunner shouted, and the multiple lasers in his hands began to spew out dazzling laser barrages.

The surging firepower immediately suppressed the enemy in front and killed dozens of people.

Suddenly, a laser beam shot from a distance, staggering the gunner but failing to penetrate the heavy armor.

After the gunner stabilized his posture, he adjusted the direction of the multi-barrel laser and swept directly towards the shooter who attacked him, causing him to burst into flames and roll over in a pool of blood.

The grenadiers threw smoke bombs forward, and the boarding team members rushed forward. The Blood Pact boarding team tried to block them with spiked boarding shields.

Seeing this, a Navy raider took advantage of the smoke and, ignoring the barrage of laser gun fire, rushed forward and stabbed directly with the chainsaw gloves in his hands.

The chainsaw cut through the boarding shield and cut off the blood pact shield soldier's palm. Then he used the plasma torch on his glove to melt another shield soldier's abdomen and his shield.

He completed his breakthrough mission, but was stabbed by a bunch of bayonets from behind the shield and fell in a pool of blood.

Without the protection of their shields, the Blood Pact's Breakthroughs charged into the enemy group with high morale, tearing through their ranks violently and forcefully.

The armed sailors on the front also gained an advantage in hand-to-hand combat, although the Carterel rifles of the Blood Pact soldiers plus bayonets were several dozen centimeters longer than the naval rifles.

But the Navy obviously had their reasons for developing a rifle specifically for sailors. These rifles all use a sword bayonet with a blade length of 55 cm, which is perfect for the various terrains in the cabin with the gun body length. If necessary, it is easy to remove the sword bayonet and use it as a rapier for combat.

As the brave sailors closed the distance with bayonets at their disposal, the infantry's laser guns began to have difficulty piercing, and their retreat was blocked by the people behind them, making it impossible to gain distance.

The sword bayonets mounted on the sailors' naval rifles can not only stab at this distance, but also slash and chop, like a great swordsman charging into the enemy camp.

A sturdy Blood Pact officer who killed three sailors was knocked off balance by flying shotgun pellets. Before he could regain his balance, the sailors' swords and bayonets tore open his abdomen. His intestines flowed out of the long bloody mouth, and he fell to his knees screaming.

The armed sailor took a step forward and thrust the bayonet into his mouth, piercing the back of his head.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

After cutting off the reinforcements, the sailors shouted slogans, stepped over the corpses and broken limbs on the ground, stepped on the pool of blood, joined the boarding team, and continued to launch the attack.

"41, 44, 50... Teams will immediately move towards the KB-710 cabin."

The troops on the center right successfully opened a breakthrough and attacked forward as the spearhead. Horatio promptly sent the reserve troops behind to fill the position and cover their right wing.

At this point in the battle, several teams of twelve had been severely damaged or even wiped out, but the price paid by the enemy was obviously greater.

Horatio used his commanding hand to dispatch the boarding team to control the three main corridors, and other teams were scattered in various cabins to gradually sweep forward. With the help of his bird's-eye view ability and advanced reconnaissance machines, the soldiers only suffered 1/3 of the casualties that would have been paid in the past to advance so far. However, the other two routes farther away were not as smooth as the third route. Horatio paid close attention to the communication in real time. The exchange of fire was fierce, and the casualty ratio was maintained at about 1:4. Although the cost was high, they still completed the distance Horatio planned to advance.

At the same time, the second batch of more than 800 reinforcements had arrived and they supplemented the armed forces advancing on the third line.

The ready-to-go reinforcements boosted the morale of the fighting sailors and replaced the exhausted soldiers.

At the same time, they also brought good news: the third batch of reinforcements was on the way.

The bridge command deck of the Indefatigable.

"Where is the location of the Blade of Vengeance battle barge?" asked Captain Peru.

He watched the helmsman's assistant turn the half-hour hourglass hanging on the ship's clock upside down to restart the timing, then pull the bell rope, and ring several clear and pleasant bells in increasing increments according to regulations corresponding to the current time.

"There are approximately 46 minutes left to reach the firefight area!"

Captain Perru nodded. It was hard for the Vengeance Blade to go any faster. She was, after all, a battleship-sized battle barge, not a strike cruiser.

"When was the last time a naval search party arrived?"

"They are sailing from the south to the north and are expected to meet in one and a half Terra hours," the communications captain replied.

"How is the clearance of the termites in the hull going? Report the damage."

"They caused some casualties in the engine room, but failed to damage the engine," the power department captain reported.

"The battle in the gun bay is still going on, but it is not expected to last long," the captain of the operations department reported.

"Report, the enemy ship is trying to rush towards our ship again in an attempt to board it."

"Damn them! Turn up the power! I don't want to eat another full round of bugs! Let the gun crew stop them as much as possible!"

"As you command, Captain!"
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The hull was shaking all the time, and dust kept falling from Horatio's head, and his shoulders were already covered with dust.

The two giant ships were still engaged in a fierce firefight, and the void shields of both sides had been recharged three times each.

Horatio led the guard forward, chainsword in one hand and a marine bolter in the other.

In order to maintain communication, he moved closer to the front line, less than a hundred meters away from the annihilation line.

He could hear the sound of dense footsteps overhead, but he couldn't tell whether they were enemies or his own people. He only knew that they were running towards the rear.

There were corpses and blood everywhere along the way.

Horatio, who had seen many big scenes, couldn't help but frown as he looked at the countless broken limbs caused by the bloody hand-to-hand combat in front of him.

Unlike the casualties from the firefight, the wounds caused by hacking and tearing were horrific, as if one was in a human slaughterhouse in a horror game, with no trace of civilization at all.

People always thought that the officers of the Imperial Navy were a group of decent gentlemen, and the food for the crew and sailors was very good, which aroused a lot of envy, especially among the Imperial Guard.

The naval officers and soldiers did indeed behave in this way to the outside world, but few outsiders knew that in the cold and dark deep space, the Imperial Navy's boarding and counter-boarding battles were such an apt interpretation of killing.

Even a dignified and elegant naval officer could transform into a terrifying wolf covered in blood.

The boarding team members who were guarding Horatio were executing and finishing off the invaders who were not yet dead along the way.

The boarding team's petty officer pulled the trigger of his naval bolt pistol into the faces of the dying enemies, as easily and quickly as squeezing an ant to death.

The axeman swung his demolition axe at the chest of a Blood Pact soldier with a broken leg. Broken ribs were exposed, and part of them pierced into his stomach. He let out a scream, and blood splattered all over, splashing onto Horatio's face.

But he ignored them and watched expressionlessly as several big black rats carried the severed hands of the intruder and ran to a dark rat hole to eat them.

"Sir, communication received from the command platform of the second artillery fort on the port side." A void jammer from the boarding team handed Horatio the microphone of the sound array receiving/jamming device behind him.

This dual-purpose acoustic array can both interfere with enemy communications and strengthen the communications signals of the Imperial Navy and its allies.

"Horatio, the artillery officer asked us to load shrapnel," Farida reported to Horatio through the sound array. As Horatio's deputy, she paid attention to the instructions on the bridge for him while Horatio was busy commanding the defense.

"Understood. Now the artillery is under your command. Open fire when you see the enemy ship releasing the boarding craft."

"As ordered."

Seeing that Farida was already able to independently command the artillery fort to complete normal tasks, Horatio simply temporarily gave her the overall command of the artillery fort and concentrated on dealing with the battle in front of him.

"Sir, there's a situation." A scout reported.

"speak."

"The CAT drone detected an unknown source signal on our side, but it was unable to identify it. It is likely that the enemy infiltrated from the side or rear deck."

"Get ready to fight and tear these guys' heads off." Horatio said gloomily.

"Yes! Sir!"

Bang! As soon as the soldiers finished speaking, they heard the heavy sound of axes chopping against the bulkheads.

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