Chapter 329 The Eagle that Tears Across the Sky

The special mission was sent out as expected, but the war situation did not improve completely. The enemy ships did not fail to get intelligence from the Empire. At least they were aware of the effective range of the Imperial Auspicious Instrument, which meant that they could attack better, and even organize an effective flank attack, and then use those strange abilities to lock the fatal weakness of the command system.

At this point, the situation that Alanbair tried hard to cover up would also become weak in this increasingly fragile fleet alliance. The Imperial Navy, which was advancing with only a "vague" connection between the Empire and the Emperor, was not as loyal as most people imagined. If those fears, such as the fear of fighting with ghosts and the possibility of sudden madness, were known to everyone, then the collapse of this unit would be a foregone conclusion.

At this point, the situation has changed again. The Empire knows how to deal with those bad enemies, and the enemies have learned how to avoid the perception of the Star Army. This vast cosmic void has become a dark forest. People are suspicious, fighting, and conflicting. Even brothers in the same camp and fleet are the same. Without the constraints of society, laws, and rules, human nature is infinitely pulled to two ends and two extremes.

Great people can give up everything for those things, and despicable people will also throw away their weapons because of fear. It’s just that more people are in the dynamics between the two, unstable dynamics, and will change because of the environment, rumors, understanding of things or situations. Alan Baier didn’t dare to believe whether the owners of the battleships would choose the latter after knowing the nightmare-like intelligence, nor was he sure whether they would become the former.

So far, he entrusted those responsibilities to the people he had always trusted, the soldiers.

At this point, the highest commander of the Imperial Guard looked at the transport plane leaving the window. He was not sure whether his choice was right or wrong. Perhaps it would be better to trust those captains. The Emperor would not help him choose this.

However, he quickly got rid of that erratic emotion. He rubbed his nose, squeezed out the last bit of emotion, wiped out the last bit of hesitation, and strode out of his room, because 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 nobles. In the battlefield where the speed ability needs to be emphasized, they are like a tumor, 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, the premise of noble identity and rights, most captains are willing, even fanatically, to complete the honor and sacrifice.

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

Blood nobles are the source of combat power, honor, dignity, and noble self-awareness of the ship owners, but also their weaknesses, just like Captain Bordello's helpless departure, and the cruelty and shame of his family being completely controlled by others. Those things converged, and thus completed the century-old tragedy of the Feng family.

Looking at the command room where things have changed and the officers working hard on the bridge, Alan Baier's thoughts were once again touched by the expression of the old captain's helpless departure. Although he was not a noble, he also understood what honor was. In the empire that worships force and personal responsibility, he understood that kind of helplessness was a shame that no commander could endure.

"Forward." At this point, there was an emotion in his chest. As long as the interceptor squadron and the bomber squadron completed their expected tasks, the victory here would be within reach, so he immediately ordered the battleships in the void to begin relying on the expected approach to the enemy's defense works.

According to previous experience, the enemy has a strong psychic foresight ability. There is no doubt that the psychic ability that is comparable to the cancellation of the fog of war in strategic games has a terrible war potential after connecting to the subspace.

The Astra Militarum could only move forward with a conservative attitude. Not only did it slow down, but it also needed to defend against the enemies who attacked from the blind spots of the fleet like vicious dogs. The warships of the Imperial Navy now tried to rely on each other as much as possible. Although the distance between ships of tens of thousands of meters was still terrible, considering its scale calculated in kilometers, this was already a very dangerous distance.

The advantage of this is that when the enemy attacks, you can gather firepower to counterattack, and then disperse to contain. If the enemy attacks rashly, it may break a certain shield of a warship, but it will never be able to retreat unscathed. Therefore, this is a passive but effective attitude, like a heavy boarding shield, being pushed forward by countless people.

The slow thrusters maintained about 6 standard Terra hours, but unexpectedly, those attacks did not arrive as expected. They gave up the method of giving the Imperial Navy a fatal blow through attacks. Ailanbaier had a bad feeling about this, but after a long voyage, people were tired and their fighting spirit was dissipated, and there was also the illusory light and shadow of the Engili Spaceport that was faintly visible in the distance.

The war was imminent. They were tricked, giving the enemy several hours to adjust and gather their forces. But a blessing in disguise, in other words, they could wipe out most of the fleets here at once, and thus completely achieve the greatest victory in a short period of time.

Just as Ailanbaier sorted out the situation, the enemy's fluctuations and signals arrived as expected, and the officer immediately reported. "It is expected that 300 warships will be arranged in a loose defensive array in front. This is the report from the frigate. The specific number depends on the expectation, and the fluctuation is about 50."

Alanbair saw the dense star-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 similar ideas to his, hoping to resolve the entire battle at once.

However, the captains of the empire were also old and cunning, and they probably felt that the enemy's choice was wrong. In addition, the movement of Captain Bordello leaving the ship, although not enough to shake people's hearts, did cause some bad voices on some warships.

Alanbair talked with the sergeant at this point, and they probably discussed a set of combat plans, that is, 10 Moon-class cruisers and 5 Tyrant-class cruisers pressed forward as the backbone, as the core close to the enemy's firepower network, while creating shooting firepower gaps and interspersed positions for two Emperor-class battleships and three Mars-class cruisers.

The rest of the flank, which was composed of Endurance-class light cruisers, Duty-class light cruisers, and Provocation-class light cruisers, began to shrink, relying on their good maneuverability, and with most of the frigates, such as the reliable weapon of the Scimitar-class, began to compress the enemy's flank.

Then the local lords and planetary governors began to concentrate their artillery fire on the enemy. Their ships had a short range, and they needed to shoot under the interference of light cruisers and frigates with torpedoes and strong maneuverability. No matter which unit the enemy focused on, it would pay a price, and it might not be possible to destroy the Empire's warships, but the core problem was time.

Therefore, when the Emperor-class advanced, they would release those carrier-based aircraft. The Empire's powerful Skyhawks would rely on fully loaded, exceeding normal specifications and requirements, and extremely flammable and long-lasting aviation-grade plasma energy fuel to cross this distance, which was 60 times farther than the longest manned space flight record of mankind in ancient Terra, and at the same time find the enemy's vital points and destroy the warship described as just "alien equipment".

In the net of three hundred behemoths, destroy the illusory warship.

Ailanbaier looked at the warships that were activated as expected on the star map, including Bordello. This beautiful lady was fighting and moving forward side by side with those huge warships. She was not a weakling. On the contrary, her machine soul was quite aggressive. All the crew members here could feel the heart-shaking roar of the plasma engine emitted by the warship.

"Full speed ahead!" Ailanbaier ordered, and the first mate moved the entire behemoth according to his needs like a conductor of a symphony, pistons or rockers, buttons or pipes, the sound of flowing promethium, the sound of knocking mechanisms, the click of gears and moving pistons, the child of the God of All Machines, now marching towards the enemy of mankind.

As for safety, in a huge battlefield of thousands of kilometers, Bordello's badge was not as good as expected. At the same time, the entire Imperial Navy was excited because the Lord of Skadi was personally leading the expedition. This was the largest roar of the Empire on the edge of a distant star zone. Hundreds of military warships aimed at the enemy's warships.

It was difficult for those inferior civilian ships to have the range of the Empire's most elite macro cannons. Before this round of salvos began, those defensive formations could no longer be maintained. They began to make irregular maneuvers, although their slow engines were not enough for the aiming of the Empire's fire control equipment.

"Fire!" The roar of 15 Imperial cruisers appeared in an instant. One of them could destroy an alien that had not stepped out of the stars. Its terrible power, whether it was a cannonball or a light spear, was enough to tear apart the most powerful defense created by a civilization, and when it was magnified 15 times, the light of the artillery fire was like a star, clearing out from the landing point far away.

"The fleet is expected to sink two enemy warships, and reloading will resume." The first mate reported without emotion, but in other words, only one salvo killed about 600,000 people. In this vast void, life is terribly light, at least compared to those giant steels, it is worthless.

Alan Baier picked up the kettle and started drinking coffee. As a sergeant of Astartes, he was still energetic, but the supply of caffeine had begun to appear in this command room in an orderly manner, with the sound of drinking drinks and hitting the control panel. The smell of war could not be transmitted to the ship, but it miraculously surrounded everyone.

"Enemy forward, reloading is not yet completed, warning of being hit!" 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 thick armor and narrow bow to face the enemy." The chief sergeant of the Destroying Eagle ordered calmly. They did not dodge, firstly because they needed to stand in this position to attract firepower for the assaulting light cruiser formation, and secondly so that the Emperor-class could get as close to the enemy as possible before releasing the carrier, so that the soldiers who were going to die could have more time to rest and adjust their equipment.

When more than a dozen shells fell, Ailanbaier saw the light of the macro cannon for the first time. Even through the reinforced glass that was shielded from radiation and harsh light sources, he could see those huge things being absorbed by the void shield, and then bursting out flashes comparable to hot melt weapons.

He asked. "How is the shield status?"

The first mate smiled. "10%, most of it will be restored before the next shot. They need to shoot 20 times to paralyze the void shield system. If we are a fortress, we have professional plasma energy equipment or crystal generators. With enough source power, those garbage can't destroy the shield system at all!"

But Ailanbaier's expression did not ease. His enemies were not the warships, but curses, nightmares, and the erratic psychic energy. Those things were countless times more terrifying than the paper data of the Engili Spaceport. What he could rely on was not the warships and cannons, but the sacrifices, adventures, and comrades and soldiers who shared the same hardships with him.

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

The first mate replied. "It can be fired, open fire!"

The armor-piercing high-explosive shells were fired again from the terrible cannons that were several meters long. The overwhelming cannon light spears looked like a punishment from heaven. At the same time, several fighters flashed between those terrible artillery fires. Those elves were probably only 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 veterans looked at those macro cannons and shouted.

"Oh my god, how spectacular! I heard that during the Pangea counterattack, there were warships from four star regions! Only four times as many as now?!" His tone was smug, as if to say, look, I am a loyalist to the Empire, and those shells belong to me.

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

The veteran sneered at this matter. He knew that if the interceptors did not take special actions, their fate would also be favored by death. He did not answer the coward, but shouted from the communicator. "All members of the 36th Squadron, listen to the order. The mission we are responsible for is so special that our captain knows nothing about it. This is the reward and honor given to us by the Emperor, and it is also the commission of the greatest war lord in this star region."

"We will disperse, scout, find, lock, and then concentrate on attacking, and then win, for the Emperor!"

At this moment, countless electric currents came from the communicator. There were men and women, old and young, but the words were consistent, the power was extraordinary, and they were uniform. They only answered the sentence that was certain, accurate, and without regret. "For the Emperor!"

Fuck, there was a paragraph in the last chapter where I typed "suspicion" into "pregnancy" and it was really a joke