Chapter 139 03.0138: "Why the 41st Millennium is Still Calculated with Pen"

In the void, the exchange of fire continued.

The hull of the Murder-class cruiser was covered with scars, and its attempts to get closer were missed again and again due to the joint efforts of the Indefatigable's experienced captain and officers.

The first wave of boarding troops on the ship were almost completely wiped out, and the second batch of Blood Army had not yet been sent up.

On the contrary, because she was too close, the Imperial Navy's bullets hit the target, and the blind charge only brought her devastation.

The veteran Captain Peru was almost certain that the commander of this mutinous ship was not an excellent naval officer, but perhaps a rebellious Astartes, who was too reckless and disorganized in both tactics and artillery.

On the other hand, the Imperial Navy.

The 49 commissioned officers, 20 reserve officers and countless senior warrant officers on the Indefatigable formed an orderly and well-coordinated command-implementation-operation chain, leading 15 sailors and countless contract workers to strangle the enemies of the Empire who desecrated the Holy Day.

"The enemy ship is approaching again. They seem to have used that blasphemous fuel again. The color of the tail flame is wrong, red with black, like a wake torn in the void." The lieutenant reported to the captain.

"Let the artillery crew prepare and give them the gift we have prepared." Captain Peru snorted coldly.

"Prepare the port side gun crew, shrapnel shells, set the time fuse." An order came from the command platform of the artillery fort.

After hearing the command, Farida immediately entered the parameters and calculated a set of parameters using the Thinker Array.

[That's not right... Why are there so many 9s?] Farida looked at the numbers on the display in surprise.

Then, the display screen began to flicker strangely, and some useless codes that she had never seen before popped up. Moreover, the deviations of multiple calculation results were too large, and the values ​​were no longer credible.

She remembered what her father had taught her.

'If you think the formula calculated by the Thinker Array is strange, especially the number 9, don't hesitate, don't look at it, and calculate it by hand immediately.'

Farida acted immediately. She now had to quickly calculate by hand and double-check the correct numbers. Otherwise, it would be too easy to make mistakes for a time fuse whose power depended almost entirely on the settings.

The price of this mistake was that thousands of enemies boarded the ship and caused damage to it.

Horatio was still below, if the enemy suddenly jumped over and fell in front of him, he would be in great danger! She couldn't let this happen.

Farida bit her lip and anxiously flipped through the manual, looking for the setting formula for the time fuse.

[How to calculate, how to calculate...]
Her eyes quickly swept across the empty formula book that Horatio had placed next to her before he left, which was as thick as the Holy Word of the State Church.

Only then did Farida realize that the formulas in this book were so many and complicated.

[God of Heaven, has he memorized all these tens of thousands of formulas? ? ! !] Farida’s eyes revealed disbelief.

Looking at the dense numbers and letters representing variables, she panicked and began to search through the pages.

Just casually flipping through the pages, she came to two pages that were folded up at the upper right corner of the book.

There was a small piece of paper inserted inside, with the words "extremely close distance fitting formula for delayed fuze" written on it, and an arrow was drawn pointing to the corresponding part of the page.

[This is... Horatio's handwriting? He had expected to use the time fuse...]
The stone in Farida's heart fell, and she immediately picked up the feather pen with her slender white fingers, and referred to the formula on the page, and quickly wrote down the calculations on the draft paper.

"Fuze set in 5.3 seconds!"

"5.3 seconds, set!"

"Low initial velocity, fire!!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the enemy ship ejected a dense array of boarding capsules onto the side of the Indefatigable.

The Indefatigable responded by firing four huge time-fuze shrapnel shells at the numerous landing capsules that were flying towards them.

Farida looked eagerly into space.

The shell exudes a metallic luster, and the built-in mechanical timer, blessed by the oil, blood, and aromatherapy of the God of All Machines, detonates precisely after 5.3 seconds.

boom! ! ——

Four brilliant golden sparks appeared in the sky, like beautiful clouds of fire, or soft golden cotton candy. Countless fragments of the explosion flew across the sky, densely scattered in a 90-degree direction, like a detonated broadsword mine, spewing out bright phosphorous fire in the void.

A zoomed-in screenshot from the peripheral camera appeared on the display console, showing countless landing capsules being hit by debris and catching fire. Most of those that were missed were intercepted by close-in firepower, and only a very small part hit the Indefatigable.

Inside the No. 4 macro gun firing deck on the port side.

The two groups of people who were fighting on the bomb bay deck suddenly felt the earth shaking.

"Horatio, a small number of landing capsules have been missed and are crashing in. Be prepared." Farida's anxious voice came through Horatio's communication device.

"Leave it to me. Keep firing!" Horatio hung up the communication.

"You lackeys of the Corpse Emperor, our reinforcements are here. Either join us in the fight against the false emperor, or wait for your head to be offered to the Blood God! You have no choice." Their renegade officers shouted vicious and evil words of hesitation in a corrupted sound array.

This made the Imperial Navy soldiers, who were on the rise, a little hesitant.

"Attack with me! It's just a few vibrations?! I just learned from the communication that it was just two shells. Keep killing, let's chop them all into pieces! The enemy is still alive, victory belongs to us!!" There was no room for hesitation at the critical moment. Horatio was quick-witted, set an example, and boosted the morale of the crew.

He led the guards, picked up the Holy Blood Chain Sword and rushed forward. A group of armed sailors accompanied him, holding bayonets and firing and attacking at the same time.

The sailors looked at each other and felt that what the commander said made sense.

If it was a landing capsule that crashed in, there wouldn't be such a small noise. Maybe it was just a shell that hit the hull.

"Brothers and sisters, don't listen to the vicious threats of these traitors. They are at the end of their rope! Kill them!" shouted the sailor sergeant.

"kill!"

The sailors followed the clan leader and Horatio, who was a superior officer but extremely brave in battle, and rushed forward.

The intensity of the battle escalated again. Almost everyone used all the weapons they carried. Bullets flew everywhere. People who had dropped their weapons even began to bite the enemy's flesh with their teeth, using the pain to force the struggling sailors to let go.

Horatio wielded the Holy Blood Chainsword in one hand and fired a bolt pistol with the other. He was covered in blood, and his brand new military uniform was soaked with sweat and blood. Water could be squeezed out by twisting it casually.

The snipers he deployed on the high ground would shoot down any enemy who tried to shoot at him, and there were also tall and strong boarding team members in front to protect him with their bodies.

A tall Blood Army Ogryn axeman hacked several people to death. The guy's armor was custom-made ceramite armor from the Astra Militarum, which was better than the one Horatio encountered in the Lower Nest Monastery.

In one hand he held a huge heavy boarding shield, and in the other he wielded a demolition axe, which could only be swung with two hands by an ordinary person, as a hand axe.

The guy rushed towards Horatio and no matter how much the sniper shot at him, it was useless.

Horatio raised his bolt pistol and pulled the trigger.

A round of explosives dented the thick ceramic steel but did not penetrate it, leaving only the scratches of fragments and a charred spot from the explosion, as well as spider-like cracks.

"Stop him!" the boarding officer shouted, pointing his dagger at the renegade Ogryn warrior.

The shield guard immediately picked up the shield to block the front and fired at him with shotgun shells.

But Horatio's naval bolter couldn't penetrate it, let alone their shotgun shells.

Ogrin swung his axe at the shield with such force that the heavily armored shield guard was knocked away along with the shield. The center of the shield was dented and the axe blade penetrated the shield. The huge impact force broke the shield guard's thick arm.

Several navy axemen chopped at their 'colleagues', and Horatio took the opportunity to rush forward.

If you can fight in a group, you will never fight alone.

The big guy with bloodshot eyes roared and raised his shield to smash the axe, instantly sending several axemen reeling. With his other hand, he swung the demolition axe, and with just a savage upwards move, he chopped off the naval axeman and his battle axe that was charging from the side, sending them flying.

"Hold……"

Horatio looked with some surprise at the half body that had smashed into pieces after hitting the ceiling like a rocket, and realized that this fellow blessed by the Blood God might be as strong as his own fully-powered Power Iron Hand.

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