Chapter 346 Double Loss of Position, Tactics and Strategy

In the high tower of the city defense headquarters, the captain of the Imperial Fist, Hornthorn.

As the person in charge of the entire planetary and even galaxy defense system, he is closely observing and receiving real-time dynamics from various areas on the ground.

According to the situation he has received so far, the first layer of defense built by Olyphia's fleet, the star fortress, and the star port has been declared lost under the infiltration of the enemy;

And the second defense circle built by the star port, the ground transportation orbital station, and the defense fortress outside the holy city, which he can control now, only serves as a reverse blockade against the enemy.

This embarrassing situation is a humiliation for all the sons of Dorne.

As the commander of this company, the only thing Hornthorn wants to do now is to catch these bugs that have entered the holy city one by one and crush them to death.

But he can't do this. At least for procedural justice, he must wait for the battle sisters to take the initiative to ask for help.

"Report!"

"Speak!"

"A letter from the Holy Hidden Monastery, the inner city defense circle has been lost.

The holy relic is lost and is being pursued.

The head sister of the Silver Shroud Sisters, Sister Alia Medeiros, was unfortunately killed in a sniper attack;

Other orders have also encountered similar sniper attacks. The Holy Hidden Monastery hopes that we can shrink the encirclement and provide necessary assistance."

This is what they are waiting for!

Hornthorne suddenly turned around: "Initiate contact with the Ultramarines!"

The communications sergeant inputted instructions to the thinker in front of him, and accurately connected to the communication link of the Ultramarines within seconds.

"Tell me, how can we help you?"

The Ultramarines Captain Stuart on the other side of the screen did not waste words. The fact that the Imperial Fists took the initiative to initiate a link with them itself explained the problem.

Looking at the background of the battleship bridge behind Stuart, Hornthorne also knew the other party's position.

These descendants of Guilliman are always full of strategic vision, quietly arriving above the orbit of Ophelia 7 without making a sound.

"Take over our position and maintain the second blockade until we get rid of those bugs!"

"Well... I have a better idea..." Stuart said...

After a brief conversation, the two decided to exchange tasks, making full use of the convenience of the Ultramarines' in-orbit strikes to save the time of walking from the ground to complete the blockade.

The Imperial Fists continued to stay in place to maintain the operation of the second defense circle, while the Ultramarines under Stuart were responsible for launching direct strikes from above the orbit.

Watching the Ultramarines complete the communication link with the Battle Sisters, the airdrop pod jumped out of the clouds in the sky and drew precise trajectories towards the ground.

Hornthorn looked at the extinguished red dots on the map, and the infiltrators who were locked in the edge areas of the inner city and the outer city after the Ultramarines entered the field, and finally breathed a sigh of relief for the situation that was about to get out of control back on track.

But he relaxed too early.

Just when the shameful thief was blocked in the inner city and was about to be found by the surrounding Battle Sisters and Ultramarines.

A warning from the Ophelia Orbital Transportation Center made Hornthorn's heart drop suddenly.

"The Astropath sent an alarm!

A huge shadow is approaching in the subspace!

The target refused any communication requests and ignored his communication requests, and was approaching Manzeville Point at high speed!

A subspace breach is about to appear! The defense fleet requests instructions!"

"Authorization to open fire!" Hornthorn gritted his teeth and responded, but he no longer had any hope in his heart.

At this point in time, an unknown visitor who refused to contact appeared. He really couldn't have any luck about the identity of the visitor;

The ground's orders to the fleet needed to be relayed through the orbital starport. This insignificant time difference on weekdays became a fatal flaw in the planetary defense system after the Ultramarines left the orbit!

As if reflecting his guess, from the ground's observation perspective, in the universe not far from Ophelia 7, the power of the subspace condensed in a short time.

In the rigid and slow battle line adjustment of the defense fleet, the originally blank space, after the huge energy fluctuation, instantly spit out a whole fleet from Chaos!

Boom boom boom!

The anti-ship light spear array from the ground and the star fortress opened fire violently, releasing the first wave of attacks on the enemy before the defense fleet.

However, the enemy who jumped out was obviously well prepared.

At the front of the opponent's oblique triangle formation, a battleship took the lead, and after absorbing all the firepower with the void shield, it remained in place, allowing the warships behind it to change positions and stand in front of the formation.

The hastily formed array of the defense fleet seemed to occupy a favorable position, bravely relying on Ophelia's satellite orbit to tilt firepower to the flanks of the enemy ships;

But in the eyes of the two Astartes captains, they had actually made a fatal mistake.

"Keep your distance! Keep your distance!"

The two Astartes wished they could be there in person, but they could only watch the enemy advance under the attack of the fleet on the ground.

The distance between the two fleets has reached a medium-close distance, and if they go any further, they will enter the range of each other's space torpedoes.

The small escort fleet was frantically stretching towards the two sides of the main fleet. While competing with the enemy's escort fleet for the favorable angle for torpedo release, they were also constantly using artillery fire and even their own weapons to block the enemy's torpedoes fired at the main fleet.

The last obstacle that hindered the main force of the Chaos Fleet from advancing disappeared. At this moment, all the weapons of Ophelia 7 could only watch the main force of the enemy ships advance.

"It's over..." Stuart sighed in a low voice, and Hornthorn on the other side of the screen did not refute.

A few minutes later, the distance between the Chaos Fleet and the Defense Fleet was close enough.

As the arc-shaped tracks between the enemy's battleships and the defense fleet lit up, the two veteran Astartes knew that it was the track of the space fighter cluster carrying out the bombing mission.

In order to deal with the suicide charge of the space fighter, the interception and anti-aircraft firepower of the defense fleet must be fully intercepted, and the redundancy of the entire air defense system will be consumed in advance.

And the enemy is waiting for this moment.

The fleets failed to distance themselves, and the anti-aircraft firepower was already saturated. What can they use to stop the enemy ships from launching a boarding tactical attack?

There were no surprises in the following battle. After the Chaos Fleet completed the release of the fighter fleet, they saw the dense tracks of the boarding torpedoes as expected.

Seeing the few remaining main ships of the defense fleet being destroyed one by one under the attack of the Chaos Astartes.

The two senior officers of the founding regiments realized the seriousness of the situation from each other's eyes through a screen:

"It's a big trouble..."

The loss of space control is equivalent to the loss of Ophelia's air control; and the loss of air control is equivalent to the loss of the prerequisite for the safe transfer and deployment of troops on a large scale.

The situation between the enemy and us has been completely reversed since then. While the Empire on the ground passively endured local attacks, it also actually announced the loss of the initiative on the battlefield.

"My fault..." Stuart reflected in a low voice.

If he had not been easily transferred away during the encirclement of the inner city just now, then the Astartes strike cruiser in orbit at this time in space would definitely be able to participate in and command this naval battle.

It was because of his tactical misalignment that the enemy easily achieved its tactical intention, thus ruining the strategic initiative of the entire galaxy...

"What should we do?" asked the leader of the Bloody Rose Battle Sisters who came later.

"Seek help from outside..." Hornthorn whispered.

"Let those astropaths fulfill their final duties while the relay signal tower is not destroyed..."

The naval battle in the sky has come to an end, and the warships of the Empire are either burning or falling.

And just at the edge of this messy battlefield, a small ship of the Mechanicus that was affected was forced to land on Ophelia 7 in a fierce burning.

The ship is almost disintegrating, and there is almost no possibility of survivors inside.

And just behind its bridge, a tall mechanical priest is holding a long staff, ignoring the danger around him and calmly looking at the land getting closer and closer outside the porthole.

"It's a very interesting journey, at least from an unexpected point of view, it's enough to add a new record to my life..."

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