Chapter 368 05.0367: "Only the winner has the right to explain"

"Directly ahead! Fire!"

boom!
A 180mm earth-shaking cannon opened fire. The shell flew out with a sharp sound that broke through the wind, flew over dozens of kilometers, and finally sank into the ground, exploding a dirty spark.

Hearing the cannon fire, Horatio quickly boarded a Valkyrie fighter to the artillery control center on the top of the mountain.

"What happened?" He rushed into the command room.

"It's an alien, sir."

An officer said with a nervous look, making way for Horatio at the gunnery mirror.

Horatio walked to the mirror, picked up the telescope and looked into the distance.

The first thing he saw was a tall cylindrical mechanical creature with a grinning face painted on it. The cylinder had simple limbs and was moving forward with comical strides. The jagged exhaust ports on its back spewed out thick black smoke that rose into the sky.

[Green-skinned killing jar...]
As the low-level slave class in the greenskin society, the short and skinny Orcs are both cowardly and incompetent, and are often used as doormats, spare rations, living mine clearers, and even ammunition by the sturdy greenskin orcs.

But some lucky goblins will be chosen by the Great Jiba to become living pilots fused with KILLAKANS, relying on their new metal bodies to become howling terrifying killing machines.

Near the killing tank, a sea of ​​greenskins was trampling on the plains where new grass sprouted. The light green and gray-green colors were mixed together, making it difficult to count their number.

The heavy artillery in the bunkers on the outer ring of Mount Montachia kept firing at the green tide. Shells exploded in the center of the charging green tide, splashing up blood and flesh.

But the fleeting blood-red flowers were soon submerged by green again.

"Report! Rebel mechanized forces spotted! Northeast direction!"

Horatio immediately turned his gun mirror to look.

What came into view was the rebel flanking force that was attacking. Judging from their movements, they were trying to storm Mount Montachia in order to recapture this strategic location and cut off the supply line of the British 1st Brigade.

But as luck would have it, they ran into the greenskins and a fierce firefight broke out between the two sides, but their main force was still attacking Highway 54.

"God-Emperor..." Horatio's Adam's apple moved up and down.

He immediately looked at the two beauties beside him, put his arm around their shoulders, and led them to the tarmac outside: "You must leave now."

"What about you?" Louise asked hastily.

"I will organize the defense here. This is no longer just a battle between the Astra Militarum and I have the responsibility to protect the assets of the Imperial Navy here. Return to the Indefatigable and follow the communications ship."

Louise nodded without saying anything, then suddenly grabbed his collar, raised her head, and kissed his lips.

After a long time, she reluctantly stepped back and made way for Farida.

Farida carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar, placed her hands on his cheeks, and rubbed his lips with her thumbs with a little force.

Then she stood on tiptoe and pressed her crystal clear lips with pink lip glaze on it.

She opened her lips slightly, and her delicate and nimble tongue broke through Horatio's already fragile lips and teeth, feeling the important area behind it.

After a long while, she finally stepped back, still unsatisfied.

"Take care of yourself!" she stared fiercely into his eyes.

"I guess this is an order from the Military Supervisor."

"That's good to know." Farida raised her lips and tried to force a smile. A worried smile.

He sent the two of them onto the Valkyrie fighter, then stood on the tarmac, took off his hat, looked at them, and said goodbye silently. The tail door was driven by the motor and slowly closed until it finally blocked the view of the two beauties.

Blue flames gushed out of the Valkyrie fighter's engine nozzle, and the heavy body began to slowly rise.

Horatio immediately ran back to the headquarters and connected with Sir Wellesley, commander of the 1st Brigade.

"I am Sir Arthur Wellesley, commander of the First Brigade."

"Sir Wellesley, this is Captain Horatio Cochrane!"

"It's you, Mr. Cochrane. Thanks to your air force, our progress on the front line can be said to be rapid. Please tell me what you want to say."

"The airfield and Mount Montachia have been attacked by greenskins and rebels. I must take action."

"... Got it." The knight on the other end of the communication was silent for a while, and finally took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The previous relaxed and cheerful tone was replaced by a serious and cautious tone:

"Then, Horatio Cochrane, special military adviser to the First British Brigade of the Imperial Navy, from now on, I will grant you the command of all Astra Militarum forces near Mount Montachia. The power includes but is not limited to commanding, coordinating and making decisions on the designated battlefield, formulating combat plans and adjusting combat deployment according to the battlefield situation."

At this moment, the word "command" was particularly clear and loud, and everyone around the brigade headquarters could hear it. As soon as Sir Wellesley finished speaking, in the dark vision, only the bright war sand table near the airport suddenly appeared with a large area of ​​bright light spots.

Thousands of squads of Imperial Guard soldiers, logistics supplies, artillery, anti-aircraft forces... all joined Horatio's command sequence.

"Commander, I have to remind you that you are stepping into a taboo area and are suspected of betrayal!" The senior military supervisor who was silently responsible for supervising the decision-making turned his head in shock, his right hand instinctively reaching for the military supervisor's grenade launcher at his waist, and shouted in an extremely angry tone:
"The Imperial Navy is the Imperial Navy! The Astra Militarum is the Astra Militarum! Imperial law stipulates that the two are parallel and isolated. Your actions are allowing the Imperial Navy to interfere with the Astra Militarum. I dare not even think about what you will do next time!"

"Relax, Commissioner. After the war, I will report to the General Staff and accept the Military Supervisory Bureau's investigation of my behavior and any final judgment on me.

Now, I will command the 1st Brigade Armored Task Force to continue the battle. Is there anything else I can help you with? Military Supervisor. "

Sir Wellesley held the microphone and asked the senior military supervisor with an expression of indifference and denial.

The battle line is facing severe challenges at this time. Changing commanders at the critical moment will lead to greater losses to the interests of the empire and is not advisable. The senior military supervisor obviously understands this.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and choked back his harsh words: "I hope you will do what you say, sir. The meaning of laws and principles is that they must be followed even in difficult situations. This is the foundation of the empire's survival.

Also, this matter is likely to affect your competition for the dukedom title. After all, you are only a top candidate now, not the final owner of the title. "

"If I lose the war, I will not get the title of 'Duke of Wellington'."

Sir Wellesley hung up the phone, put his intact left hand behind his back, looked at the huge war sand table projection in front of him, and said resolutely:

"Only the winner has the right to explain."

Montachia Mountain Position.

Horatio looked at the spots of light in front of him, and immediately used his command hand to mobilize hundreds of units around him to make battle deployments against the clock.

He had heard the conversation at the brigade headquarters and knew the price behind what he was doing - if he failed, both he and Wellesley would be tried in a military court.

At the very least, his record would be tarnished by a defeat, and at worst, he could be sentenced to death or even worse. Although the Gothic Fleet was able to save Admiral Speyer's life due to his status as the only blood heir, the blow to his future career was definitely not to be underestimated.

He was well aware that the most serious charge he might face was 'failure to protect important assets of the Imperial Navy'.

The second is "overstepping authority".

The former is the fundamental factor in the decisions made by countless captains who sank with their ships, and it is also the responsibility that the chief officer of the department should bear.

The shrill alarm sounded throughout the mountain and the nearby air force base.

The pilots just had a little more solemn frown on their brows, but this did not affect their rest and attack according to the attack schedule drawn up by Horatio and Archie.

For them, unless the enemy is right in front of them, take-off-attack-landing is their only mission.

Anya Fasha looked at the command bunker on the top of the mountain, exhaled, and put on the Voss MK.6 flight helmet again.

"Skyhawk-Alpha Team is ready to attack."

Under the guidance of the air crew tower, four furious planes slowly slid along the passable runway towards the main take-off and landing runway.

Their original combat mission was to support the 1st Brigade Armored Task Force, but now, the situation has changed.

"Skyhawk Alpha Team, your mission is to destroy the alien killing tanks and defend the airport. The enemy may have anti-aircraft weapons, please be careful." Horatio's voice came from the communication channel.

"Of course, 'Little Captain', just watch the performance of our ace squadron." Anya Fasha adjusted the throttle and drove onto the take-off and landing runway.

"Don't worry, Commander, leave it to us! Yahoo~!" The mission of defending the airport was far more exciting and important than supporting the Astra Militarum. The simple-minded Veronica only felt happy and excited, and couldn't help cheering.

On the Imperial plastic steel wall near the airport, the naval infantry sent to guard the airport and the British Astra Militarum soldiers who were also wearing red clothes were running on the wall and heading to the designated locations according to the instructions.

Also sent down to provide support were the Imperial Navy boarding team.

The full-body protective void armor seemed very heavy under the gravity of the atmosphere, which was not conducive to combat, so they changed into land armor that only protected the key parts of the body.

The equipment in hand has not changed, there are all kinds of deadly shotguns, automatic cannons, grenade launchers, harpoon guns and other special weapons and heavy weapons.

Letting these elite special forces fight in positional defense is the worst-case scenario; they are the last line of defense.

Horatio hoped that the Astra Militarum and the Marines would be able to hold off the incoming enemy.

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