Chapter 183 03.0182: "I cannot cause trouble to the throne, so I will still die for the Emperor"

Horatio held his breath, knowing that Lieutenant General Hood was entrusting Farida to him in the form of his 'last words'.

"General, I implore you to come with us to the Indefatigable. The armed forces currently coming to support us may not be able to..." His voice became smaller and smaller.

It finally turned into a frustrated sigh.

He understood the pride of the proud sailors and the iron-clad military rules so well that he stopped talking in the end.

"Mr. Cochrane, are you letting a fleet commander, the former captain of the 'Sacred Will', leave his battleship and abandon his duties to live in disgrace?" Vice Admiral Hood's eyes were full of fearless determination and resoluteness, and his tone became serious.

“If I fail to defend it, my fate will be tied to the final fate of this battleship.

Even if I have to overload my engines and sink with the ship, I won't give her to traitors! They will get nothing!"

"..." Horatio put his feet together, lowered his head, and saluted the lieutenant general.

According to Imperial Naval decree, Vice Admiral Hood is the ultimate responsible person for the Sacred Will, a valuable asset of the Imperial Navy.

If there is any damage to the battleship, even if the vice admiral survives, he will be brought to a naval military court afterwards.

And there is a 100% chance that he will be sentenced to death by firing squad for dereliction of duty and living a shameless life.

Knowing that the outcome is death.

Almost all naval generals and captains would rather die standing than kneel to survive for a short time and then be humiliated and sentenced as criminals and executed.

"I cannot cause trouble to the throne, so I will still offer my death to the Emperor."

Lieutenant General Hood said this without any ripples. From his resolute face, it can be seen that he had already prepared himself for the worst.

"If I can't see you alive at Abyss Harbor, Farida will be in your care from now on, Mr. Horatio Cochrane, an officer of the Imperial Navy."

Lieutenant General Hood looked firmly at the instruments on the command platform.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Horatio saluted him again.

"Bon voyage." The lieutenant admiral straightened his chest and began to take command of the warship again.

Farida obviously had a lot more to say to her father.

Horatio could understand. After all, in such a critical situation, no one could say whether this would be the last time the father and daughter saw each other.

"Farida, let's go. We don't have time to waste, otherwise the Fury fighters circling the void on alert will not have enough promethium fuel left to escort us."

Farida took one last reluctant look at her father, then she followed Horatio to the bridge below.

Lieutenant General Hood took one last look at the two young men who were walking away.

A mixture of complex emotions was revealed in his sharp eyes.

His bony face bulged as if it had been scraped by a knife. He gritted his teeth and finally turned his thoughts back to the present.

He realized that he might not be a qualified father and failed to bring happiness to his only daughter.

But as a soldier of the empire, the duties entrusted to him by the Divine Emperor far outweigh all his own family matters in his heart.

"Commander Hood, he will be fine. More and more troops are rushing to the bridge, and once the Blood Angels cut off the power, they will also come to protect the bridge."

Watching batch after batch of armed troops with military police insignia rushing up the gangway to the bridge to fight the mutineers, Farida was still nervous, but with Horatio's comfort, her worries were slightly relieved.

"You're right, we have to protect these documents. Hey... where are the documents?" Farida just took a breath, and then she was stunned to find that the large navy briefcase full of consecrated parchment in Horatio's hand had disappeared.

She looked at Horatio in surprise, but she knew that he was not a careless person who would lose anything.

Horatio squeezed the iron hand, and a pool of brown and brown mixed liquid condensed on the fingertips of the iron hand and turned into a briefcase again.

Through the gap in the leather bag's straps, Farida could see the handwriting clearly on the parchment inside.

Then Horatio turned so many packets into liquid in front of her and absorbed them into his iron hand.

"Don't worry, it will be safer this way." Although she didn't understand what was going on, she didn't have time to think about it. She nodded, and several people quickened their pace together.

As reinforcements joined the suppression, the entire CIC combat command center became increasingly chaotic, with lasers and stray bullets flying everywhere.

The Blood Angels used their sturdy ceramic steel armor as human shields and formed a square formation to protect the young officers.

But soon, they encountered a problem. They were heading in the same direction as the reinforcements rushing to the bridge. Although this place was safer, it would block the reinforcements' route to the bridge.

In his mind, Horatio used the three-view drawing that was used when the design ideas of the Retribution-class battleship were explained in the Naval Academy to construct a three-dimensional picture in his mind.

"From this side." Horatio quickly weighed the pros and cons. He had the protection of the Blood Angels, so even if he took a route that was being fought over, it would be better than blocking the way for reinforcements.

Anyway, the important documents are in my own hands, so I don’t have to worry about being hit by stray bullets.

"Sir, there is a firefight ahead! Oh, God-Emperor..." A dozen armed sailors who set up checkpoints at the intersection said to Horatio. Then they saw the legendary Space Marines and saluted with the Sky Eagle.

"Let's borrow a road. Can we go to the AA-101 docking station from here?"

"Yes, sir. Just go left and then turn five corners."

Seeing that what the soldier said was the same as what Horatio remembered, it meant that the internal structure of this Retribution-class battleship, at least in the bridge part, had not been greatly modified.

"Guard this place well, don't let any mutineers go!"

"As you command, sir."

The task force ran quickly, but before they had taken twenty steps, they were attacked by the mutineers.

The Blood Angels used jetpacks to charge forward, rushing into the crowd and killing indiscriminately.

Horatio took Farida and ran out of the gap under the protection of four Astartes.

These strange mutineers seemed to be looking for this confidential document, rushing towards anyone holding a Navy briefcase, killing them, and then destroying the briefcases.

Fortunately, Horatio had hidden the big bag, and without the direct command of the mastermind behind the scenes, these suspicious mutineers simply equated Horatio with a general target and did not pay special attention to him.

Under the diligent protection of the Blood Angels, Horatio quickly returned to the docking station.

"Captain, clear a path, quick!"

"You got the stuff, right?"

"Correct."

"You! Hurry up and move these assault boats away! Make way for the Thunder Eagles!"

"Isn't the Thunder Eagle out of fuel?" asked the Blood Angel pilot.

"Your Excellency. We siphoned fuel from the other Shark Raiders.

The Thunderhawk has been refilled with promethium, and you can drive it back again."

"here you go."

"Let us go, battle brothers."

The technical officers of the Imperial Navy drove something similar to a sentinel mech, using huge pincers and claws to push the densely packed landing craft out of the way.

Leave space for the Thunder Eagle to take off and land.

After Horatio saluted the officers who were doing their duty on the platform, he and the Blood Angels warriors once again boarded the Thunderhawk gunship protected by heavy armor.

The two drivers deftly turned on all the switches, and the powerful engines began to roar.

The loyal officers and soldiers of the Empire on the docking platform saluted the Thunder Eagle that slowly took off vertically, and watched as the Holy Blood Emblem on it rushed out of the battleship that had served the Empire for thousands of years under a flash of golden and blue fire.

　Please vote for me, please recommend me! QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)