Chapter 161 03.0160: "Battle line"

The mutinous Dreadnought-class light cruiser fled in a panic.

Her hull was slightly tilted, and the gravity field fins used to maintain balance had been blown into rubble by the macro cannon commanded by Horatio in the previous battle.

At this moment, the rebel ship was like a lame old man whose injured leg was kicked hard, escaping forward crookedly and desperately.

boom!boom!
Two huge bombs with a charge times larger than normal flew straight towards the Dreadnought-class cruiser's ten tightly clustered huge plasma engine arrays.

The target of their flight path is exactly in the center of these ten engines arranged like a rose.

As long as you can hit...

The shells flew straight ahead, but what made everyone nervous was that the void shield of the Dreadnought-class light cruiser was starting to move up and down, wrapping around the center.

Horatio and Farida kept their eyes fixed on the shells.

[God bless you! We must hurry before the void shield is fully deployed...]
Wow!

The shells splashed on the void shield, creating a wave of fire that shot up into the sky.

Just when everyone thought they could only watch the mutinous ship escape.

The shell of the No. 3 macro cannon on the port side, which Horatio calculated personally, successfully flew in at the moment when the void shield was completely covered.

It exploded right in the middle of the plasma engine, erupting into a huge and brilliant ball of blue fire.

The explosion was so powerful that it instantly overloaded the fully deployed void shield of the Dreadnought-class light cruiser.

Became a lamb to be slaughtered without any protection.

"Report!" Captain Peru stood up immediately, looked at the explosion coming from the engine of the Dreadnought, and shouted to the officers in the lookout department.

"Enemy ship No. 5, 6, and 9 plasma engines were damaged! The explosion forced their technicians to urgently cut off the promethium fuel valve. God Emperor, their speed has slowed down."

"Get closer, and let the armed forces find a suitable distance and angle to jump in!"

"As ordered!"

The Indefatigable approached from the starboard side of the Dreadnaught, while the Diligence-class and Endurance-class light cruisers started up their engines and quickly approached from the port side of the Dreadnaught.

They also prepared two fully staffed boarding teams.

As the three Imperial Navy ships sandwiched the defecting Dreadnought, the Indefatigable's port side, and the Duty and Endurance's starboard sides unleashed thousands of Shark Assault Boats.

The assault boat, spewing blue flames, plunged into the light cruiser's armor.

In order to increase speed, the Dreadnought class did not use a dome armor design on the deep deck.

Even a shark assault boat can easily penetrate into the most core compartment.

The interior of the defecting Dreadnought-class light cruiser instantly became a mess.

A total of about 6000 fully armed boarding team members from the three ships rushed down the gangplank of the assault boats like a deep blue tide.

They were armed with all kinds of powerful weapons suitable for close-range combat, and would chop down any enemy they encountered.

These mutinous sailors were even wearing the armor of the naval armed forces, or even the boarding armor of the boarding crew.

But after all, they are not experts who have received real professional training in anti-gang fighting.

Their opponents, the Imperial Navy boarding team, consisted of 6 people, and each person received at least 500 hours of ship boarding training.

The 6,000 professional soldiers cut these traitors down like melons and vegetables, making them pay a heavy price for their betrayal with their blood and lives.

The Breakers stormed into the power compartment and slaughtered all breathing and non-breathing creatures inside.

A brave axeman rushed to the control panel of the promethium pipeline, killed the operator with one axe, and then he and his comrades used brute force to tighten the red valve with their bare hands, completely blocking the fuel supply of the entire battleship.

Aboard the Indefatigable.

"Captain, the attack went smoothly. This Dreadnought-class ship is completely paralyzed."

"Never mind her, Herald! Raise the fleet signal flag. Captain, take command of the Indefatigable. I will command the battle fleet."

He looked at the three damaged shuttle battleships that were surrounding the Blade of Vengeance battle barge like hyenas.

"Yes, Captain. All units, please note that the Indefatigable's Lord Lieutenant is now in command of the entire ship. I repeat, the Indefatigable's Lord Lieutenant is now in command of the entire ship!"

The highest lookout on the Indefatigable used a kilowatt searchlight to signal the three approaching Voss-class cruisers:

'Change the flagship to the Indefatigable, and turn off the flagship flag!'

The Duty-class light cruiser "Supreme Mission", which served as the flagship of this fleet, responded by sending out light signals.

Soon, the holographic signal flags on the battleship's spine and belly went out.

This symmetrical design, both top and bottom, is designed to allow warships in all warring planes to continue to clearly see the fleet orders issued by the flagship.

Aboard the battlecruiser Indefatigable.

The ensign serving as flag officer was located symmetrically from the spine of the Indefatigable to the top of the bridge, and also on the belly of the battleship.

Using a holographic signal flag, the commodore's flagship flag was hung behind the navigation flag.

In this most classical and enduring way of the navy, it was officially announced to all the Imperial Navy fleets fighting in this void:
The Indefatigable will serve as the fleet flagship, and the main battleships will immediately join the battle line formation.

Those who can become captains of the Imperial Navy are all outstanding people, and those who are mediocre and incompetent have been eliminated through layers of screening.

There was no need for any unnecessary communication between the captains.

The fleet liaison officers in the communications departments of each ship began to coordinate combat positions and clearance distances in full swing.

The battleships quickly formed a 'locomotive' with the Indefatigable as the center, moving forward vertically like a thick wall.

The void plane where it is located just coincides with the battle plane of the three enemy cruisers, and each ship has its own target of concentrated fire.

The Defiant class was on the safer right side, with the Indefatigable providing cover with her tall hull.

She was at a slightly higher level, just enough for her to use the spear of light on her spine to fire at the enemy ship over the Indefatigable.

With a 100% hit rate, there is no need to worry about accidentally damaging the Indefatigable.

At the same time, around the enemy ships, the Imperial Navy and Space Marine fighters were constantly launching dive bombings. These "flies" made the servants of Khorne sick.

The Astartes commanding the Slaughter-class aircraft cursed loudly, wishing he could fly an aircraft to chase after them and cut the flies into pieces.

Unfortunately, none of the ships in Khorne's fleet present had any aircraft on board.

Of all the Chaos factions, only the servants of Tzeentch are the most fond of and the most skilled in using aircraft carriers.

The favorite weapon of Khorne himself is the Macrocannon.

In His eyes, the purgatory created by huge explosions and raging flames is the only way to please Him.

He has always been watching the person who fired the best artillery in this void war.

"Ahem!" Horatio sneezed.

"Are you catching a cold?" Farida glanced at him, took out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of her officer's uniform and handed it to him, but quickly turned her attention back to her work.

The battle line is collectively launching a line bombardment on the port side with the enemy heading in the same direction. Every minute and every second may determine the outcome of the battle.

"It's okay. Maybe I'm sweating too much, thank you." He took the fragrant handkerchief and blew his nose, then asked the servant to wash and dry it.

The shells that cut through the void formed a network of fire like raindrops.

The blazing beam of light spear energy illuminated every corner of the hundred-kilometer void and dispelled the shadows in the darkness.

The ripples of the Void Shield were like small drops of rain falling on a mirror-like lake.

The huge 'whistle' buzzing sound announcing the dissipation of the void shield came one after another.

The warships were shaking, the soldiers were shouting, the cannons were roaring, and the light spears were buzzing.

Stars of fire exploded on the hulls, and beams of light spears left shocking marks of death on each other's hulls.

Deathwing flew through the hail of bullets, and void fighters as long as 40 or 70 meters were constantly hit and crashed into the hull, smashing the unsuspecting crew members below into meat paste.

Lives are being lost every minute and every second, and the medical bay is overcrowded.

The decks and corridors were filled with people waiting for treatment. The ship's doctor was completely overwhelmed, not to mention the medical sisters.

Even assistants who were not skilled enough had to follow suit and start rescuing the wounded.

The people in the fierce battle ignored the casualties and screams. Everyone commanded and operated the void ships like machines.

They are clear.

The more chaotic the environment is, the more we need to remain calm and rational.

But even if one can hold on mentally, not everyone can withstand such high physical pressure.

A young candidate officer, only about twelve or thirteen years old, who was in the Light Spear Turret, was so nervous that he could not concentrate on calculating the void formula.

He felt weak and dizzy, and images began to appear before his eyes.

"My heart is beating so fast...it's about to jump out." A young candidate said to the young candidate next to him who was about the same age as Horatio.

As soon as he finished saying this, the young man fell to his knees weakly on the ground and grabbed the flat swallowtail hem of the older candidate officer.

"Doctor! Doctor!" the young candidate officer shouted, and asked the warrant officer next to him to call the ship's doctor.

Medical officers were aware of the various illnesses that could occur among officers.

He checked the heartbeat and blood pressure of the young candidate officer, whose face was flushed and sweat was dripping from time to time.

Then he was handed the beta-blocker tablets.

This is a medicine used urgently to treat high blood pressure, heart disease, angina, or an abnormal heart rhythm.

For these young people, such a terrible battle in the void often causes sudden heart problems.

The young man swallowed the pills in one gulp with trembling hands, and was then helped by the medical officer to rest in the officers' lounge behind the command platform.

boom!
The whole port side of the Indefatigable shuddered.

The medical officer turned his head suddenly, and a gust of hot wind that stung his skin shattered the porthole glass in the lounge. Then he heard screams coming from the command platform.

"Ah! Ah! My eyes!"

The two lance turrets on the port side were hit by the enemy ship's heavy lance double-barreled cannons, and a huge energy beam swept across the entire lance turret array.

The lance turret is not an embedded design in the macro cannon array and does not have such a strong and thick gun shield.

Although the command platform was completely wrapped in thousands of tons of alloy steel that blocked the radiation energy, the energy beam that passed through it melted a deep and terrible scar on its surface.

But the observation porthole could not withstand such high heat energy, and the thick glass exploded.

Some of the debonded debris flew in along with the collapsed armor fragments inside the ship.

A piece of broken steel unfortunately killed the warrant officer who was assisting the young candidate officer.

Countless tiny fragments as sharp as blades flew out and cut the young candidate officer all over his body.

The entire decent officer's uniform instantly became bloody.

The splinter pierced one of his eyes.

There were scratches all over his face, body and hands.

The young officer knelt on the ground and screamed, blood dripping from his face onto the ground.

"An officer is injured!" The ship's doctor immediately shouted: "Assistant! Medical assistant!"

Soon, the medical assistant carried a stretcher, jumped over the broken bridge, and ran into the command platform of the Light Spear Turret.

Those who were still able to move in the officer guard nearby carried the injured young officer onto a stretcher and transported him to the infirmary.

The numerous tiny fragments that pierced into the body were enough to keep the medical officer busy for a while.

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(End of this chapter)