Chapter 299 05.0298: "Breaking the Wall"

The explosion from the macro cannon salvo splashed countless fragments onto the huge rock.

The huge mechanical transmission roar of the automatic loader resounded throughout the entire cannon deck.

The muzzle of the multi-barreled light spear cannon was burning red, and the concentrated energy beam penetrated the garbage layer that served as a defense, burning and cutting the dirty and messy hull of the Void Garbage Ship.

The key parts were destroyed with surgical precision, and the air and all kinds of debris continued to escape from the holes. The greenskins howled in the strong wind caused by the imbalance of air pressure.

"Get your big dakas and machetes ready! Guys! Today we're going to kill, rob and plunder! Waaaaagh!!!"

"Waaaaaagh!"

"Boss! What the hell is running so fast! Our big mechanic said we need to shut down the engine for a while!"

"Let him hold on for a little while! Just a little while! Let the little ones jump on it!!"

"Boss! He said it's going to explode if we don't close it soon!!"

"What bad luck! Give him five seconds!"

After the Fury Squadron destroyed the engine, the Starhawk bomber formation once again carried out a life-threatening bombing, successfully allowing the Gothic 25th Squadron to increase the distance to kilometers by relying on the fleet's acceleration and the power of enemy ship losses.

Both engines need to cool down and slow down at this time.

At first glance, the fleet battle seemed to be a stalemate.

"Kaguk, bring your boys over to assemble!"

Suddenly, a bigger, stronger, Waaaagh, and more domineering orc head appeared from the tattered holographic imager.

Its eyes were glowing red, and it was as big as three ordinary boys. It was wearing a heavy power armor that was still tattered but obviously more sophisticated and heavy. It looked more ferocious and terrifying than other orcs.

"Warlord boss, I'm hunting down Xiami!"

"I only give you one order! Bring your men here! Unless you want me to tear off your head and feed it to Squig, and miss the bigger Waaaagh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the communication was hung up.

"Ah! Hum!"

The green-skinned war boss wearing a captain's hat twitched his flat nose in dissatisfaction, and swung his armored fist unwillingly on the operating table.

"Boys, let's retreat!"

Horatio, who was standing with the captain of the lookout department observing the movements of the greenskins, discovered something unusual in the greenskin formation.

"Captain Fasha, tell the air force to wait. Wait until I issue the order before attacking."

"As you command, sir."

Horatio turned back and picked up the single-channel telescope to watch the maneuvers of the greenskin fleet.

They seemed to be turning around and abandoning the idea of ​​recycling the Void Junk Ship.

This behavior was very un-Greenskin, and even he, a time traveler, found it incredible.

"Captain, the aliens have retreated." After receiving the judgment from the lookout, Captain Lord Sterling reported to the captain:
"Please give the next instructions."

“Let the frigates and destroyer squadrons continue to scout, and the fleet’s capital ships should not pursue.

We're not sure if this is a trap they've set for us, and we can't just leave the Kaar-Duniyash support fleet at Mandeville Point Beacon."

"This is the Indefatigable. The destroyer and frigate squadrons are forming a four-corner cordon. The other ships are beginning combat readiness and rest." The communications captain conveyed the fleet commander's orders to each ship.

The fleet slowly moved towards the center of the battlefield, launching airships to rescue the surviving pilots.

Horatio came down from the lookout and saw Louise, who was fully armed and sweaty. It was obvious that she had been armed and on standby for a long time in order to counter the greenskins' boarding.

"Thank you for your hard work, Louise. I'm sure this process must be very difficult."

"Why are the greenskins retreating? This... is not like their style." Louise was a little confused as she had been preparing for a battle for so long but had not started.

"I don't know. Maybe these cunning guys are planning their next attack. We must be prepared."

"Officer Louise, Lieutenant Horatio, we have received a transmission from someone claiming to be a surviving pilot of the 335th Interceptor Group amidst a floating piece of greenskin meteorite debris."
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boom!
The naval armed forces broke open the crudely processed but huge and heavy valve.

Louise, wearing power armor, carefully held up a naval bolt rifle and led the armed boarding team into the dark cabin after the power outage.

Horatio was protected in the center of the entire boarding team, and beside him was the female pilot Fasha who came after hearing the news.

After she heard the news that there were surviving comrades, she also applied to come along.

"Be careful." Sparks popped out from the broken ends of the cables that coiled like snakes all around. It was too quiet here. Horatio remained alert the whole time, using the ability of his Iron Hand to guard his surroundings.

Suddenly, there were sounds of multiple guns being loaded in front, and Horatio, Louise, and the Navy boarding team members immediately stepped forward with their guns.

"Stop!" a woman's tired voice came.

"Lieutenant Julia?" Fasha quickly recognized the owner of the female voice and was a little surprised. Then she turned to Horatio and explained:

"This is a former squadron leader of the 335th Brigade."

Horatio motions to Louise to lead the armed forces on alert.

"We have killed all the greenskins here." The female lieutenant signaled the pilots who were holding the captured orc weapons to put down their guns.

Seeing that they were friendly forces, the male and female pilots, whose nerves had been tense for a long time, all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, you are still alive. Where is Captain Dirant?" Fasha walked quickly forward and asked with concern.

"He died of cold. The greenskins took his body and fed it to a kind of captive creature they called a Squig."

"Is there anyone else trapped in there?"

"No more. We are the only ones who haven't frozen to death."

"I thought the greenskins would eat you." Captain Fasha looked at the dirty and messy environment around him with some disbelief.

“We thought so at first, but these greenskins don’t seem to eat human flesh.

They like to chew farts and eat roasted Squiggs, but they just don't like human flesh.

These guys threatened to starve us to death and throw our bodies to the Squigs if we didn't teach them how to maneuver in the air."

After hearing her description, Horatio realized that he had misunderstood.

These sticky excrements turned out to be the excrement of Squig. At first glance at the human bones inside, he thought the greenskins were eating people.

[As expected of the happiest race in this universe, even threatening people is so funny.]
"I'm glad you're all right. This is Mr. Horatio Cochrane, the chief of aviation officers on the Indefatigable.

He just commanded us to escort the bomber formation brilliantly and destroyed the engine of the green creature."

The surviving pilots gathered their courage and saluted Horatio together.

Horatio breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although the plane was gone, people were more important than planes. He could ask for reinforcements from the fighter carrier.

Including these people in front of him, half of the pilots of the 335th Interceptor Squadron are still alive.

With these people around, the losses of the air wing handed over to the Gothic Fleet were not too severe. Otherwise, the handover force would have lost more than half of its troops, which would have been a disgrace to the Gothic Fleet.

Faced with the lame air wing, he could hardly imagine how the subsequent war would be carried out.

"Captain Fasha." Horatio returned the salute and announced, "I now appoint you as the wing commander. You will command both the 217th Interceptor Group and the 335th Interceptor Group."

The female pilot was stunned for a moment, but quickly straightened her chest and said, "Yes, sir."
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After picking up the surviving pilots, Horatio rewarded them as promised.

With the captain's approval, there were buckets of Grox fresh milk ice cream available.

The hard-working and busy ground crew also benefited from the pilots' help and enjoyed the sweet, delicious and filling ice cream.

At the same time as the desserts were served, there was also a delicious stew cooked by the ship's chef on the table. The meat was taken out of the cold storage, cut into large chunks, sprinkled with spices, and the properly cooked soup was thick and rich.

These newly arrived pilots also tasted the crocodile alien hunted by Captain Peru, and they all praised the texture and taste of the dish.

Horatio did not enjoy the celebration banquet in the captain's office. He chose to sit with his pilots and dine with them at a banquet table temporarily put together in the large hangar.

This is a great opportunity to break down class barriers and psychological barriers.

He gained the trust of these abandoned pilots captured and imprisoned by the greenskins through practical actions.

Halfway through the round of drinks, Horatio was a little tipsy. On his way to the bathroom, a female pilot with short blond hair, who was a head shorter than him, blocked his way.

He dodged in scrutiny, and the female pilot followed suit and appeared in front of him.

This confused Horatio.

She just stared at her own face with her brows furrowed.

"Uh… Lieutenant Veronica, is there something on my face?"

"No, sir."

"Great, can I come over?"

"Of course! That... Sir!"

"Please say."

"I heard the conversation between Captain Anya Fasha and you on the plane. She never remembered to cut off communication with her wingman, and this time was no exception.

But she said those things for a reason, please don't blame her."

"I don't blame her, and considering the general situation of aviation forces in the Imperial Navy, I think those comments are understandable."

"Well... please don't tell Fasha that I said that."

"I can promise you."

"Our captain used to be a very cheerful person. Although Fasha likes to flirt with people, she just does it for fun. She has no romantic history because she feels that she may die in the next attack at any time.

But it wasn't until something happened recently that it completely affected her and she became so mean and kept strangers away."

"So, what happened before?"

“Before the attack, the Navy Captain of the Aviation Department on the mother ship was pursuing our captain, pestering her and making many sweet promises.

Our captain only replied with one sentence, saying that we should come back to give him an answer after the next attack.

Then, not long after, we arrived here and started the first battle of the expedition.

As you know, the green alien fleet showed up halfway.

And that coward actually decided to abandon the carrier-based aircraft without informing us and suggested that the captain evacuate the battlefield directly!
He left behind our entire air wing, and the eternal vows he made to our squadron leader, and just ran away!"

At this point, the female pilot was furious, obviously angry about the tragic fate of the entire wing and the excessive and derelict scumbag.

Horatio frowned, "I think this serious dereliction of duty should be reported to the Military Supervisor, and he should be punished accordingly."

“He has been sanctioned by the aliens.

The ship collided head-on with the huge rock while escaping, and was shattered to pieces, along with the scumbag. It's a pity for the crew on it, may the Emperor bless them."

“Thank you for telling me so much, Lieutenant Veronica.

Don't worry, you and we are both precious currency of the God-Emperor, and I will never waste your lives. I swear to the God-Emperor that we will all die a worthy death."

There was a strange light in the eyes of the female lieutenant pilot, and her face was red, perhaps because of alcohol or something else.

It was the first time she heard of a naval leader making such a solemn battlefield oath to the God-Emperor for them.

"Veronica!"

An angry mature lady's voice suddenly came from the bathroom door, scaring the blonde female pilot so much that she almost jumped up on the spot.

After taking a knife attack as accurate as a burst of air combat bullets, the female lieutenant named Veronica covered her head and ran back to the dining table in shame.

Fasha obviously heard the conversation between the two.

She helplessly looked at Veronica's back as she ran away after talking too much, exhaled a long breath, and then straightened her body towards Horatio.

"Thank you, Commander. Also, the ice cream and food on the Indefatigable are delicious." The female captain fluttered her long eyelashes with a strong exotic beauty and saluted the handsome and promoted naval superior in a half-solemn and half-frivolous manner.

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