Chapter 308 05.0307: "Open the door! Flagship Air Commander!"

In the void, a cluster of more than twenty Imperial Navy warships poured into the outer orbit of the planet Far.

Under the guidance of the navigation on the top of the star fortress, the ships spread out in an orderly manner, surrounding the entire planet.

The Imperial Navy deployed thousands of troops to each orbital defense platform.

Fierce firefights and bloody fights, roars and shouts, anger and killings echoed across the planet and on every inch of the deck of the sky building.

Judging from the front-line enemy images sent by the armed forces, these rebels came from diverse backgrounds, having defected to various miscellaneous forces of Chaos.

There are planetary defense forces of some fallen planets, organized rebellious Astra Militarum, and armed forces on some naval mutiny ships.

Although the rebels have their own strengths, they are difficult to coordinate with each other and lack unified discipline and command, which makes their combat effectiveness much lower than it seems.

Even though they rebelled from within the empire, they still harbored ulterior motives towards each other and were hostile to each other.

This made their resistance seem particularly loose and fragile when facing the naval armed forces unified under the flag of the Imperial Navy.

These rebels don't even have a common belief. Gangs of all sizes are devoted to different evil gods. Only the leader who forcibly holds them together belongs to the Chaos Unity. Their loyalty to the Chaos Octagon is the only resonance among their existence.

In the fortress structure on the surface of the planet, those tall twin-mounted orbital bombardment cannons began to raise their muzzles, ready to face the void.

However, these artillery pieces do not yet have the ability to allow their shells to withstand the thick atmosphere and accurately hit a void ship nearly a thousand kilometers away.

Four hundred kilometers is their effective range, which is equivalent to the location of a planetary orbital space station.

They are a considerable threat to Astra Militarum troop transports that need to be deployed at a distance of 300 kilometers in orbit, and to void ships that are parked in suborbital orbits for orbital precision bombardment.

Although the Imperial Navy is fully capable of providing fire support at longer distances.

But due to the atmosphere, the undulations of the planet's surface, enemy camouflage, and many uncontrollable meteorological factors.

When the distance of ground fire support exceeds 200 kilometers, the fire observation results on the ship will no longer be accurate, which will seriously affect the accuracy of support. As the distance increases, the accuracy will drop drastically.

After all, the enemy is no longer warships measured in kilometers, but armored vehicles and bunker fortresses that appear to be the size of microorganisms in the sighting equipment.

At this great distance, observing the gigantic Titan is just like an ant in terms of optical imaging.

The slightest error in gun control could very likely cause the devastating bombardment spears on both wings of the ship to hit the friendly front more than ten kilometers away from the target enemy.

Or simply evaporate the enemy and friendly forces together.

Therefore, the ground fire support of naval warships is a very thankless task. Many captains are unwilling to carry out such a task which is inherently complex and difficult, does not bring much military merit, and is likely to lead to infamy and cross-departmental lawsuits.

Therefore, when the Imperial Navy's void ships want to provide precise orbital fire support from a safe distance, they must send fleet liaison officers to the ground.

The fleet liaison officer sends a request for fire support, along with the precise coordinates and parameters of the target.

Naval vessels provided fire support according to the liaison officer's parameters, rather than directly observing the microorganism-sized fortress vehicles from empty orbits hundreds of kilometers away.

Inside the Star Fortress hangar.

The rebel aviation commander screamed loudly and ordered his men to use bombs to force open the hangar door.

A new wave of bombing batches of Doomsday Fire are on take-off orbit, with their preheated engines ready for action.

Soon, heavy melta bombs were installed next to the take-off and landing gates. Two rebel soldiers connected them one by one and prepared to detonate them away from the gates.

The moment their hands grasped the detonator, an untimely laser gun shot rang out from the maintenance passage, accompanied by the sound of a powerful pulley.

The rebels in the hangar looked at the unknown units rushing towards them, but the moment they turned their heads, many of them had their torsos slashed by the high-powered hot lasers.

The Hell's Vanguards used the pulley system on their power armor to speed across the flat hangar deck.

They move extremely quickly in this mode, after all, the entire set of equipment they are wearing was designed for deck combat environments from the beginning of development.

This time, they finally made full use of the design wisdom of the Mechanical Priest on a formal battlefield outside the hive.

Louise and Horatio galloped alternately, shielding each other, like a pair of great figure skaters, smooth, graceful, and deadly.

The power armor has hydraulic stabilizers on its upper arms to help the wearer gallop without causing too much shaking when aiming the Hell Carbine.

The assisted aiming system in the helmet allows them to accurately hit the enemy without having to aim with their cheeks raised, just by firing from the hip.

Even if the rebels' small-caliber automatic rifles were lucky enough to hit the target, they could only leave a series of crystal-crushed scratches on the armor. The Carterel laser gun had taken into account the minimum defense level of each component since the design of the Vanguard Power Armor, taking into account both energy weapons and live ammunition weapons. At least it could withstand direct fire from a standard laser gun.

The scouts at the rear moved horizontally across the deck at high speed, throwing armor-piercing grenades with magnetic suction function at the engines of the fighter planes in the hangar.

The grenade stuck to the engine steel plate and exploded after a while. The leaked promethium burned fiercely and thick smoke billowed up and filled the air, making visibility in the hangar extremely poor.

The iron halo behind Horatio not only serves as a defense, but also serves as a command beacon generator.

Aboard the Indefatigable, armed forces command received the signal.

At the command of the armed forces commander, the reserve boarding team that had been on standby in the Shark assault boat moved out collectively and smashed into the hangar as accurately as a meteor.

The Imperial Navy never considers leaving any rebels alive.

Amid several roars, the hangar bulkhead broke open with the flow of molten metal residue, and hundreds of armed forces sailors jumped out of the cabin amid the pungent metal exhaust gas.

They fired indiscriminately at the enemy soldiers with their guns and cannons ready to go, killing them at sight without regard for the person or the clothes they wore. In the storm of whistling shotgun shells, the deck was flooded with blood.

The rebel aviation commander tried to hide in the command platform for a desperate fight. Louise raised her bolt pistol, aimed at the same point and fired several times, successfully making a hole of moderate size in the bulletproof glass, and then accurately poured a stun grenade into it.

There was a loud bang, and the buzzing sound of the chainsaw weapon continued.

Horatio took out the bright red chainsword from his iron hand, which a mortal could barely hold with two hands, and rushed forward.

Before being blinded, the rebel air commander was horrified to discover that on the left chest of the newcomer's armor was the winged rudder emblem of the commander of the Imperial Navy's flagship aviation department.

The enemy's flagship aviation commander actually showed up in person with a chainsaw sword? ? ? ! !
WTF? ? Is it your job to fight face to face and get into the hangar? ! ? ?

At least we can fly a fighter plane?? ! !
Horatio used the Blood Chainsword at full power to brutally saw open the door lock and kicked the hatch open.

He rushed into the Star Fortress Aviation Command Platform with such swiftness that he left an afterimage.

The randomly fired bullets grazed his power armor, missed, and flew uselessly behind him.

A lucky hit hit his breastplate, but he only felt a punch on his chest that was neither light nor heavy, not as strong as Farida's desperate resistance.

The ridiculous and humble struggle did not last long, and then a horrifying scream echoed throughout the command deck.

With one sword, Horatio cut the rebel aviation commander and two staff officers in half.

Then he turned around quickly and killed their guards one by one with his bolt pistol.

Boom! The deck shook with the violent explosion.

Judging from the direction of the explosion, it was the booby trap that Louise had previously laid that blew up the rebels' troop transport railcar.

Her careful and flexible tactical mind can often bring unexpected and severe blows to the enemy in action.

"Horatio, we have occupied the central hangar and the rebel support forces have been destroyed. The naval armed forces are moving deep into the city to wipe out the remaining enemies." Louise ran in to report.

He nodded, and at that moment he also received a communication from the second detachment:

"Reporting to the Centurion, we guided the Navy's boarding team to conduct a precise boarding and successfully took control of the Star Fortress's energy control room, thwarting the rebels' attempt to activate the self-destruct sequence."

"Well done, thank you for your hard work."

The three-leaf gate of the Star Fort shuttle apron slowly opened.

Anya Fasha, who was speeding through the air ready to fight, did not see the enemy plane taking off from it, only thick black smoke drifting out of the exit.

An officer in power armor wearing bloody power armor and a helmet with Roman-style mane appeared in front of the apron. The projection equipment on the iron halo emitted a dazzling light, flickering on and off, announcing to the outside world in the navy's universal light language that they had captured the hangar.

The Skyhawk squadron that was speeding past him flapped its wings in unison and sprayed a string of flares, as if they were fireworks celebrating his victory.

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