Chapter 381 05.0380: "Military Court"

[Am I dead...? Is this... the throne world? The sky here is also so blue, just like Taran...]
Anya Fasha's dilated pupils slowly focused, and she felt a sense of squeezing in her chest, as if someone was constantly pressing on her, causing her to breathe in and out passively, gasping for breath.

In the gradually clearing but still blurry vision, the blue sky was blocked by a handsome face, and then two moist lips came up, giving her a warm touch.

Air was regularly forced into her mouth between her tightly bonded lips and teeth, and forced into her trachea, driving the air in the female pilot's lung cavity to circulate back and forth, making her breathing smooth again.

[Who are you...] She looked at the blurry figure in front of her, thinking vaguely.

The figure then stood up and continued to press on the chest.

As the distance increased, Fasha, who was gradually waking up, could see his appearance clearly.

"Commander...?" She called softly, her lips, which still retained warmth, moving slightly.

The young man looked at her in astonishment, with a rare look of panic in his eyes.

"You're awake, Captain Fasha. God bless you, you just stopped breathing and I had to perform emergency rescue."

"I... am not dead? Cough cough cough cough!" she said weakly, and in the middle of the speech she coughed violently because she felt a foreign object in her trachea.

"No, I think the Emperor saved your life at the most critical moment. At least now, it is not the time for your soul to return to the throne."

"God-Emperor..." the female captain murmured, and suddenly sat up abruptly, looking around vigilantly, her hand subconsciously wanting to reach for the gun.

"Where are the enemies?!" After she stood up, she found herself lying behind an imperial military vehicle.

Then he lowered his head and regained his composure, feeling the dislocated tension making him breathe heavily.

"Don't worry about those bastards. I'll kill them all and turn them into ashes."

Horatio patted her back soothingly.

"Thank you, Commander." She turned her head to look at the young man, her brown eyes showing a softness she had never seen before: "If it weren't for you, I would be dead now.

Oh, and what about that big guy?"

"You have successfully dealt a heavy blow to it. Now, those abominable xenos are taking that pile of junk to the central hive cluster to clean up the Chaos rebels. The heretic forces that attacked our left wing have to withdraw.

But their troops were cut off by our assault, and their retreat turned into a rout. Sir Wellesley and the Mordians have surrounded hundreds of thousands of rebel troops and are now conducting a campaign of encirclement and annihilation. We have won, and you have done a great job, Captain Farshah. "

“Victory…huh?”

The female pilot blinked blankly, her eyes slightly swollen, and she seemed not to understand the current situation yet. But after hearing this word, her tense body finally relaxed, and she fell forward with her eyelids fighting.

Horatio hugged her.

"It's okay now, take a rest." Horatio stroked her wavy curls and spoke softly in a deep voice.

The female pilot leaned in his arms and arched her body, finding the most comfortable position. Her clear eyes slowly closed and her breathing gradually became stable.

She hadn't experienced such a restful rest for a long, long time.

From a Talan girl hiding from the war, to an Imperial Navy pilot fighting bravely.

During this journey, peaceful and quiet sleep has always been a luxury for her.
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Operation 'Right Hook' lasted a full week.

The Imperial Navy Air Force worked in coordination with the Astra Militarum to inflict heavy damage on the enemy's air and land forces throughout the southern direction.

The enemy armored forces were divided in an arc by the armored task force led by Sir Wellesley. With the arrival of the mechanized forces of the Mordian Iron Fist Regiment, the encirclement became tighter. At first, the enemy forces on the periphery tried to attack the British armored task force, hoping to cooperate with the encircled forces to break through the encirclement and reversely encircle the British task force deep in the enemy's belly, so as to attack the center.

But the Chaos rebels' sinister plot was thwarted by the Imperial Navy's aerial reconnaissance and attacks.

At the same time, under Horatio's arrangement, various fighter planes of the Imperial Navy Air Force carried out precise bombing on the enemy's manpower.

The rebels on the periphery were demoralized and eventually gave up the intention to rescue the surrounded elite troops and began a large-scale strategic retreat.

Trying to rely on the defense of the central hive group and put up a desperate resistance.

But the Chaos rebels were clearly not organized enough to support such a large-scale tactical shift, following the harassment and bombing of the Imperial air force.

Retreats on many fronts were turned into routs by this pursuit, and the Astra Militarum achieved rapid victories on all fronts.

The surrounded enemy forces were trapped in a dilemma of lack of fuel and supplies, and the armored units were surrounded and annihilated as a whole.

Many armors were captured by the Astra Militarum while remaining in relatively good condition. They were subsequently purified by the regiment's technical priests and state church priests and stored in warehouses as strategic reserve forces.

But Sir Wellesley's behavior of violating Guilliman's Code still attracted the attention of the Ministry of the Interior.

After the victory of Operation Right Hook, Sir Wellesley was relieved of his post as commander of the 1st Brigade and dismissed from his rank of Brigadier General at the order of the Commissioner of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Not long after, the parties convened a special military court specifically for this incident.

Sir Wellesley, wearing a respectable scarlet uniform and silver tasseled epaulettes, walked with his head held high to the military court set up in the liberated city.

"Accused person, state your name." A voice so cold that it made people doubt whether it was still a living person came from the judge's seat.

"Knight of Britain, candidate for the Duke of Wellington, member of the British royal family, Lieutenant Colonel of the Astra Militarum, Arthur Wellesley."

Although the man was disarmed, he still held up his iconic hooked nose with pride and spoke of his own name, as if he was not participating in a trial against himself, but a triumphal ceremony.

His wife, however, was already crying in the viewing platform because he was facing serious charges punishable by death.

"Commander Arthur Wellesley, you have been accused of violating the Guilliman Codex and are suspected of authorizing Imperial Navy officers to take command of the Astra Militarum forces without authorization. Do you have anything to say about this?"

"This is a temporary measure. The battle situation was extremely urgent at the time. In order to protect the rear front and the airport, to protect our assets and the assets of the Imperial Navy, and to ensure victory in the battle, I had to do this."

The three wigged judges from the Ministry of the Interior looked at each other. The judge sitting in the presiding seat licked his thumb, then flipped through the parchment in his hand and said:
"But your actions are a clear violation of Guilliman's Code. This is a serious crime involving... the crime of heresy."

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"I said that we and the Imperial Navy are only protecting our assets at the same time!"

"That's a different matter. You put the Imperial Navy in command of troops belonging to the Astra Militarum."

The judge remained unmoved, continued to wet his fingers with his saliva, and flipped through the parchment, saying.

"If you insist on saying so, then I have nothing to say." The knight turned his head away arrogantly and snorted coldly.

"Now I would like to invite the defense attorney to speak."

Horatio immediately stood up, holding his bicorne hat under his tuck, and raised his hand to signal.

　It's the end of the month, and I'm just a little short of 1000 monthly tickets. If any book friends have extra monthly tickets, please help me get some if possible. Thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)