Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The special mission was sent out as expected, but the war situation did not completely improve. It was not that the enemy ships did not get the empire's intelligence. At least they were aware of the effective range of the empire's auspicious device, which meant that they could better Attack, or even organize an effective flank attack, and then use those weird abilities to lock in the critical points of the command system.

At this point, the situation that Alan Baier tried hard to cover up will become weaker in this increasingly fragile fleet alliance. The Imperial Navy, which is advancing with only such a "fuzzy" connection between the Empire and the Emperor, is not as powerful as most people imagined. If those fears, such as the fear of fighting ghosts and the possibility of sudden madness, are known to everyone, then the collapse of this army is also a certainty.

At this point, those situations have been shaken up again. The Empire knows how to deal with those bad enemies, and the enemies have learned how to avoid the perception of the Astra Militarum. This huge void of the universe has become a dark forest, where people are suspicious, fighting, and contradictory. The same goes for brothers in the same camp and fleet. Without the constraints of society, laws, and rules, human nature is infinitely pulled to two ends and two extremes.

Great people can sacrifice everything for those things, and despicable people can also abandon their armor out of fear. It's just that more people are in the middle of the two. The unstable dynamic will be affected by the environment, rumors, and understanding of things. Or if the situation changes, Alan Bayer still can't believe whether the owners of the battleship will choose the latter after knowing the nightmarish information, and he is not sure whether they will become the former.

At this point, he was entrusting those responsibilities to the people he had always trusted, the soldiers.

At this point, the supreme commander of the Imperial Guard looked at the transport plane leaving the window. He was not sure whether his choice was right or wrong. Maybe he believed that those captains were better, and the emperor would not choose this for him.

But he quickly got out of that erratic mood. He rubbed his nose, squeezed out the last bit of emotion, wiped out the last trace of hesitation, and strode out of his room, because next, the attack was about to begin.

Excluding possible unexpected factors, the core of this unit is still him. Although the captains may have ulterior motives, to be precise, they are more like aristocrats. They are like cancer on the battlefield where strength and ability are emphasized, but at the same time, those people are also soldiers. As long as this matter does not touch the core of their family, that is, their aristocratic status and rights, most captains are willing, even fanatical, to fulfill their honor and sacrifice.

But Alan Bayer knew that having the DNA recorded by the heretic and being completely defeated had touched the bottom line of that noble noble. If this matter was made public, the core of the entire fleet would be loosened.

Bloodline nobles are not only the source of combat power, honor, dignity, and noble self-awareness of those ship owners, but also their weaknesses, such as the helpless departure of Captain Bordeaux, and the cruelty and shame of his family being completely controlled. Those things Together, this completes the century-old tragedy of the Feng family.

Looking at the changed command room and the hard-working officers on the bridge, Alan Bayer's thoughts were once again touched by the old captain's helpless expression as he left. That kind of touch made him understand what honor was even though he was not a noble. In an empire that worshiped force and personal responsibility, he understood that helplessness was a shame that no commander could endure.

"Move forward." At this point, there was an emotion in his chest. As long as the interceptor squadron and bomber squadron completed their expected missions, victory here would be close at hand, so he immediately ordered, and the battleship group in the void began to rely on expectations. Close to enemy defense works.

According to previous experience, the enemy has powerful psychic precognition capabilities. There is no doubt that the war potential of that kind of psychic ability, which is comparable to the cancellation of the fog of war in a strategy game, after connecting to the subspace, is quite terrifying.

The Astra Militarum can only rely on a conservative attitude to move forward. Not only is the speed slowed down, but it also needs to defend against enemies that are like vicious dogs attacking from the blind spots of the fleet. The warships of the Imperial Navy now try to rely on each other as much as possible, although the distance between ships of tens of thousands of meters is still terrifying. , but considering its scale in kilometers, this is already a quite dangerous distance.

The advantage of this is that when the enemy attacks, you can gather firepower to counterattack, and then spread out to contain it. If the enemy attacks rashly, it may break a certain shield of a battleship, but you will never be able to escape intact, so this is a passive but effective method. His posture was like a heavy shield being pushed forward by countless people.

The slow thrusters maintained about 6 standard Terra hours, but unexpectedly, those attacks did not come as expected. They gave up the method of giving the Imperial Navy a fatal blow through attacks. Alan Bair had a bad feeling about this. It feels like, after a long voyage, people's hearts are tired and the fighting spirit has dissipated, and at the same time, there is also the illusory light and shadow of the Engili Spaceport that is faintly visible in the distance.

The war was imminent, and they were put together, leaving the enemy several hours to adjust and gather their troops. However, this was a blessing in disguise. In other words, they could wipe out most of the fleet here at once, and thus As for achieving the greatest victory in a short period of time.

Just after Alan Bayer's mind sorted out the situation, the enemy's fluctuations and signals also arrived as expected, and the officer immediately reported them. "It is expected that 300 warships will be lined up in a loose defensive array in front. This is the report of the frigate. The specific number depends on expectations and fluctuates around fifty."

Alan Bayer witnessed dense starlight-like dots appearing on the holographic projection, each representing the enemy of the empire and the power behind it. He licked the corner of his mouth, because the enemy had the same idea as him and hoped to do it once and for all. Solve the entire battle situation.

However, the captains of the empire are also old and mature. They may have felt that the enemy's choice was wrong. In addition, Captain Bordeleau left the ship. Although it was not enough to shake people's hearts, it did make some people There were bad sounds on the battleship.

At this point, Alan Bayer had a conversation with the Master Chief. They probably discussed a set of combat plans, which was to use 10 Moon-class cruisers and 5 Tyrant-class cruisers to press forward with the backbone force, and act as the core to get close to the enemy's fire network, and prepare for the two When the Emperor-class battleship and three Mars-class cruisers create gaps and penetration positions for shooting firepower.

The rest of the sides, consisting of Endurance-class light cruisers, Duty-class light cruisers, and Provocation-class light cruisers, began to shrink. Relying on their better maneuverability, most of the frigates, such as the Scimitar-class, and other reliable weapons began to compress the enemy's flanks.

Then the local lords and planetary governors began to focus on bombarding the enemy. Their ships had a short range and needed to be fired under the interference of light cruisers and frigates with torpedoes and strong maneuverability. The enemy would pay a price no matter which unit they focused on, and at the same time they would not The empire's warships can definitely be destroyed, but the core issue is still time.

Therefore, as the Emperor class advances, they will release those carrier-based aircraft. The Empire's powerful Skyhawks will rely on full loads of aviation-grade plasma energy fuel that exceeds normal specifications and requirements, and is extremely flammable and long-lasting. This is comparable in scale to the farthest manned spaceflight record in ancient Terra, which is 60 times farther away. At the same time, it can find the enemy's vital points and destroy the battleship that is described as just an "alien device."

In the dragnet composed of three hundred behemoths, destroy the illusory warship.

Alan Bayer looked at the battleships that were launched as expected on the star map. The moon-level ones naturally included Bordeleau. This beautiful lady was fighting side by side with those huge battleships and moving forward. She was not a weakling. On the contrary, other The machine spirit can be said to be quite aggressive. At this point, all the crew members here can feel the heart-shaking roar of the plasma engine emitted by the battleship.

"Full speed forward!" Alan Bayer ordered, and the first mate moved the entire behemoth according to his needs like the conductor of a symphony. Pistons or rockers, buttons or pipes, the sound of flowing promethium, the sound of hammering mechanisms, click With clicking gears and moving pistons, the child of the God of All Machines now marches towards the enemy of mankind.

As for safety, in a huge battlefield that is thousands of kilometers away, the badge of Bordero will not be separated as expected. At the same time, the entire Imperial Navy will be excited about the personal expedition of the Lord of Skadi. This is the largest scale of the Empire on the edge of the distant star sector. Roaring, hundreds of military warships aimed at the enemy's warships.

It is difficult for those inferior civilian ships to have the range of the Empire's most elite macro-cannons. Before this salvo started, those defensive formations could no longer be maintained. They began to make irregular maneuvers, although their slow engines were not suitable for the Empire's fire. It is a drop in the bucket for the purpose of control equipment.

"Fire!" The roar of 15 Imperial cruisers appeared in an instant. One of them can destroy an alien that has not yet stepped out of the stars. Its terrifying power, whether it is a cannonball or a light spear, is enough to tear apart the most powerful defense created by a civilization. , and its magnification is doubled by 15 times, and the light of the artillery fire is like a star, clearing far away from the impact point.

"The fleet is expected to sink 2 enemy warships, and the reloading will start again." The first mate reported as if there was no emotion. But in other words, just one salvo killed about 600,000 people. In this huge void, Life is horribly light, at least it is worthless compared to those behemoths of fine steel.

Alan Bair picked up the kettle and started drinking coffee. As the Master Chief of the Astartes, he was still energetic, but the supply of caffeine had begun to appear in the command room in an orderly manner, and he drank the drink with a rustling sound. , the sound of hitting the control panel, the smell of war cannot be conveyed to the inside of the ship, but miraculously surrounds everyone.

"The enemy is moving forward, reloading is not complete yet, under attack warning!" the first mate shouted about half an hour later.

"Adjust the position of the ship, turn the side with a large attack range, and use the thickly armored and narrow bow to confront the enemy." The chief of the Destruction Eagle calmly ordered. They did not dodge. First, they needed to stand in this position to give light to the assault. The cruiser formation attracts firepower. The second reason is that the Emperor can get as close to the enemy as possible before releasing the carrier aircraft, so that the soldiers who are going to die will have more time to rest and adjust their equipment.

When dozens of shells fell, Alan Bayer saw the light of the macro cannon for the first time. Even through the reinforced glass that protected against radiation and harsh light sources, he could see those huge things being absorbed by the void shield, and then The burst is comparable to the flash of a melta weapon.

he asked. "What's the status of the shield?"

said the first mate, smiling. "10%, most of it can be restored before the next shooting. They need to shoot 20 times to paralyze the void shield system. If we are a fortress and have professional plasma energy equipment or crystal generators, with enough source power Basically, those wastes can't destroy the shield system at all!"

But Alan Bair's expression did not relax. His enemy was not the battleship, but curses, nightmares, and the erratic spiritual energy. Those things were countless times more terrifying than the paper data of Engili Spaceport, and he What he can rely on is not the battleships and cannons, but the sacrifices, adventures, and comrades and soldiers who share the joys and sorrows with him.

Thinking of this, his expression became more severe and he scolded instead. "Where is the next shot? We must try to destroy the enemy's warships!"

the first mate replied. "It's ready to launch, fire!"

Those armor-piercing high-explosive bombs were once again fired from the terrifying cannons that were several meters long. The overwhelming cannons and spears looked like divine punishment. At the same time, several fighter planes flashed between those terrifying cannons. , those elves are only about 40-70 meters in size, carrying at most 6 lonely souls to fight for the emperor. They flew out of the emperor-class hangar, and the veteran looked at the macro cannons and shouted.

"Oh my God, how spectacular it is. I heard that during Pangia's counterattack, it had the power of battleships from four sectors! It was four times what it is now?!" His tone was smug, as if to say, look, I am a loyalist of the empire. , those shells are all mine.

The main gunner now replies to him. "Boss, don't fly so close. I feel like those giant cannons will damage the photosensitive equipment just by grazing the machine body!"

The veteran sneered at this matter. He understood that if the interceptor did not make special moves, their fate would also be favored by death. He did not answer the coward, but just shouted from the communicator. "All members of Squadron 36 obey orders. The mission we are responsible for is so special that our captain knows nothing about it. This is a reward and honor given to us by the Emperor, and it is also a commission from the greatest war lord in this sector."

"We will disperse, reconnaissance, find, lock, and then focus the attack, and then win, for the Emperor!"

At this moment, countless voices with obvious electric currents came from the communicator, including men and women, old and young, but their words were consistent, with extraordinary power and uniformity. They only answered the one sentence that was sure, accurate, and without regrets. "For the Emperor!"

There was a section in the previous chapter where I suspected that I was pregnant because I was just playing with Little Butter.