Chapter 328: Taking on a Mission in a Time of Crisis

The tail flames of the interceptors burned through the endless black void and turned into tiny star-like lights. The beautiful thirty imperial fighters turned into a flying V-shaped formation like wild geese and returned majestically. Their achievements could also gain merit and honor for their warships here.

The warships were announcing the good news to each other. To be more precise, the respected captains, who were the actual controllers of the great metal engines of the Imperial Navy, were lying in their luxurious and enlarged rooms, lighting cigars and red wine for several soldiers who danced with the bombs on the battlefield.

Then they enjoyed those things on their behalf, and repeated the feat of destroying three battleships in a few hours dozens of times in a complicated and troublesome official document format and Gothic, emphasized it, and conveyed it. Finally, when it reached the ships of each fleet, three battleships would become five, and five would become ten. When the Imperial Logistics or the Imperial World heard the war report, it would be a rare feat in the history of the human empire that destroyed the enemy in one attack. Then its original greatness and efforts became strange and insignificant.

Of course, good news is good news, at least the commander's understanding during the war was not distorted. When most people realized the powerful force of small carriers against those heretics, the significance of the Imperial Navy's internal flattery of two Emperor-class battleships became clearer.

If these two ancient and great machine spirits can contribute their squadrons to frigate escort or give some credit to a noble captain who is eager for promotion, the transaction will be completed with thousands of throne coins, and 1% of it will fall on the pilots. In this way, there are about 110 pilots for 20 fighters, plus the crew logistics, and each person can get a net purchasing power of 100 credit points issued by the standard hive world lord.

It is equivalent to a glass of red wine for the nobles in the standard hive world, or enough starch blocks for ordinary people to eat for a month, perhaps a gro steak buffet, or a night of companionship for each beauty.

In this way, how generous it is, it can be said that the horse is well fed and the owner is well funded. It is also thanks to the fact that the captains of the Emperor-class battleships are mostly old captains who love their soldiers like their own children. If it were those small ships and small boats, they would probably only have an extra piece of bland panji bread or carter rolls for dinner.

However, the soldiers had no time to welcome the generosity. While several transactions were still going on, a transport plane different from the ones used by ordinary soldiers, to be precise, could not carry people, with only a few seats, and was obviously used by officers. Of course, its luxury was not comparable to the rooms used by the commanders of the Imperial Navy.

While the soldiers could only use a private space of five square meters per person, the high-ranking officials had a huge space that could accommodate 80 soldiers, luxurious decorations, soft beds, and many other things that people imagined to be elegant and luxurious.

In comparison, this transport ship was only painted better, with a lot of red and white mixed, a bit similar to the style of the Astartes, and there was also the logo of the Destruction Eagle on it. In other words, the commander-in-chief invited you.

The veteran captain saw the transport plane as soon as he got off the fighter plane. It had stopped here earlier than them. He thought that some big shot had come to visit, but the hangar?

He was puzzled, but soon, he was invited to board the plane. The small transport ship could not accommodate all the crew members of the attack. Only he and his partner could enjoy such a large space. To be precise, he had ridden in a transport plane before, but every time it was accompanied by the hard hardened fiber seats and the strong smell brought by many people's breathing, and the swaying feeling of the disgusting inferior artificial gravity. If he had to describe it, people sitting on it would be like cargo.

But this one is different. Its gravity has been strictly modulated, the cushions are made of soft natural fillings, and the air circulation system is noiseless. So far, a sense of uneasiness has filled his heart.

"Are we going to the guillotine?" His words were mostly joking, because everyone knew that they were meritorious people. At least, they paralyzed a battleship half an hour ago, making those heretics leave in fear.

The gunner and the observer did not answer, but just looked at the beautiful window on the transport ship. From there, they could see more imperial creations on those gold-lined imperial creations, that is, those huge starships. The pilots of those fighters were very familiar with them, but they had never watched them so slowly around them. In their memories, those behemoths were just passed by them again and again, very quickly.

And what they remembered, the most familiar things were the structure of their turrets, the location of the core area, and how to bomb them. The more they fought with them, the more those pilots could understand how powerful, great, and grand one of the largest void creations of mankind was.

They were obsessed with those things, machine souls, adamantium, and the experiences and history of the warships, and every bit of their lives on them. Although they were not children of the void, they were no different from those who could not leave the universe. So far, their souls were as free as these countless warships lined up side by side, playing recklessly in the void.

Until the gunner's exclamation interrupted the silence here, he shouted. "Bordeaux? That's the Bordeaux? I've seen that insignia, the insignia of the Skadi. This is the flagship of the general command. My God, I only caught a glimpse of it when I was attacking. What a beautiful moon class. Blessed by the Emperor."

His words were full of excitement, because for most people still alive in the Pangia sector, especially the Astral Legion serving in the empire, this behemoth spanned the entire quarter of the extreme star sector, and at the same time It brought despair that the help of the Thunder Divine Soldier could not save.

At this point, Bordeaux was hope, victory, and the emperor, but as a soldier in the occupied area of ​​Pangia, his journey had passed this behemoth beautifully, and now, he saw her for the first time, Although it was technically the second time, it was still refreshing.

However, the veteran captain lost his composure at this moment. He began to take out razors and temporary cleaning tools from his personal belt, and asked the artilleryman again. "Chewing gum, do you still have gum?"

The artillerymen took out one. As a branch of the military that may be on long-term missions, their personal supplies often include individual soldier rations and temporary cleaning equipment. Although the quality is not good, it is better than nothing. Among the messy simple blades or temporary foam and disposable towels, Under the influence, this slovenly veteran Yanran became a capable gentleman.

The others' attitudes were not much better than his. They picked up their personal belongings and started cleaning up. Unfortunately, the floor of the transport plane was covered with shaving foam and disposable towels. Those things would penetrate deeply into the gaps of the fur carpet. , but those soldiers didn’t have time to think too much.

The artilleryman said uneasily. "It's in line..."

Next, for the first time, their old fritters were trembling like chickens entering a cage. When they walked out of the connection interface, several legendary soldiers of the Empire named Catachan and two Astartes from the Destruction Eagle Chapter came out. First of all, they began to conduct physical examinations, followed by weapons searches, reconnaissance, divination, and then walked through several security doors and were cleaned by strange disinfection cabinets.

Finally, there was a beautiful beauty judge who looked at her with her suffocating cold eyes for a full three minutes, and then spent half a minute with a smelly Letling man, and finally they came to the end, to be precise. They said it was an office. When Chief Catachan led them and pushed open the door of that room, they imagined that it should be a palace larger than any captain they had ever seen.

But the reality is a large table with several strategic maps spliced ​​on it, a holographic projection device, messy pipes and unpainted metal walls of the battleship. It makes people suspect that this is a tool room. The only thing that is good is the seat. Look There is a large armchair that looks quite comfortable, and there are also inconspicuous quilts folded into squares on the wall and sheets spread as flat as the ground on a bed made of iron frames.

If it weren't for the young man sitting next to the well-known Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction, the powerful psychic blade, Falcon, they probably wouldn't have guessed that this was the highest commander at the Imperial sector level. room, or office.

Alan Bair looked at the strangers at the moment. It was said that this was the first time he invited people here. Since he needed money, he sold the treasures from the noble mansion to the merchant traitor from the war, the bastard who defected to the red pirates. After moving out and actually moving into a room, the style here became more and more like a prison.

But he was not embarrassed. This was a battlefield, not a place for enjoyment. He just opened the file and muttered to himself.

"Sergeant Frank, served in the 36th Pangea Squadron of the Imperial Navy. He served on the Emperor-class strategic ship when the sector was invaded by the heretics of the Red Pirates. He used excellent guerrilla warfare to attack the enemy's void resource targets and received the Crimson Badge for his outstanding achievements. "

The veteran captain immediately stood up. "Yes, sir!"

Alan Bair nodded. "The Crimson Badge is generally pursued by dead people. You are lucky, but interceptors are not suitable for attacking void targets. You are more interested in containing starships. However, it is understandable in special times, but I will ask more. , is it true that you recorded the destruction of an enemy's main battleship on the battlefield just now?"

The veteran replied. "No, that is the joint contribution of our squadron and the Starhawk Squadron!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the captain of the Starhawk Squadron arrived as expected and happened to hear this conversation at the door. He looked about the same age as the veteran, and his expression stagnated slightly after hearing this sentence, and then he reported. "35th Squadron, Starhawk Squadron has arrived."

Alan Bair just looked at the Catachans. The next second, the door was closed by them and the loyalists walked out. Next, the Destruction Eagle Master Chief waved his arms, and there was an invisible psychic stance from His position spread out, covering this place.

Next, the entire space seemed to have entered a vacuum, and no sound could be heard from outside the room, as if the place had disappeared out of thin air.

This is a small trick, and it is also an interesting challenge for the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle, but he has barely qualified as a think tank, but mastering psychic powers is difficult, he said with difficulty. "three minutes."

Alan Bair spoke immediately. "The next thing needs to be highly confidential. I give you a task. This task can be communicated to each other within the squadron, but it must not be known to others. I need you to ensure that everyone who knows this matter will be as the emperor guarantees this life. The secret will not be leaked until the empire allows this matter to appear in front of the public.”

That kind of veteran said in unison. "I swear on my soul, bones, and blood that the Emperor will learn from this and will never let it out."

Alan Bair nodded and then said. "We are being attacked by heretics. I thank you for this. You did not take the initiative to use artillery to destroy the enemy's reconnaissance force. Cheating on the frontal attack made our attitude of being suspected of unloading Captain Bordeaux even more serious. "

"But your outstanding victory made this matter covered by extremely low cost and extremely high results. If it hadn't been for your destruction, those captains would have felt that we were fearing the enemy."

The veterans showed surprised expressions, obviously they realized that Captain Bordeleau was not that simple.

At this moment, the Chief of Destruction Eagle said softly. "There's still one minute and a half..." His sweat began to drip, but his tone remained energetic.

Alan Bair spoke immediately. "You guessed it, it's not a disease, the old captain is cursed. The root of that curse is alien weapons, terrible weapons, and behind this matter is a decades-long conspiracy. It's too detailed for me to reveal. But I need you to know that this matter cannot be spread, because such things as curses will greatly shake the morale of the army. "

After saying that, the veterans immediately put away their curious expressions. Although they were slight, they disappeared. Alan Bayer nodded and continued. "We predict that the enemy will use an alien warship to carry that thing. It is inconvenient for the main troops to get close. The main fear is that the enemy will target the important commanders of the empire and cast a curse again."

"But the next step is the decisive battle. We have no choice. We will definitely not be able to solve such a huge void battle in a short time, and the evil alien device will definitely arrive. We need to destroy it, but the battleship is too big to pass through the enemy and board. The speed of the ship fleet is too slow to ensure the probability of logging in and the subsequent safety and control of the enemy ship. "

"So, I need you to bomb, straf, cut off the power, whatever you want, find the alien device, and then destroy it." After his words fell, the Master Chief's spiritual power had reached its limit at this moment. It was not that he had no energy. , but unable to control those psychic powers in a delicate state. If he continued to use it, he would not be able to help but tear the hull apart. He stopped immediately, the film dispersed, and the noisy engine sound and the patrolling footsteps of soldiers appeared, as if from The non-existent place returns to reality.

The veterans answered to Alan Beyer. "Yes, sir, fortunately you have lived up to your command!"