Chapter 371 Void Interceptor

After six standard Terra hours of fighting in the void, to be precise, the T-shaped attack successfully penetrated the enemy's heart, but the pirates were more powerful than the Imperial Guards expected. Even with dozens of long-range bombardments, they could not cause a blow to their core combat power at the fastest speed.

The Empire knew nothing about those greedy monsters and could not understand their betrayed compatriots at all, which made the battle situation hesitant. A large number of melee destroyers and light cruisers that broke into the enemy ship array were quickly pulled out and destroyed. At the same time, the Imperial Navy quickly realized that the enemy's ship array was as terrible as a black hole, and there was no return.

The tactics originally intended to reduce the burden of the Imperial Navy showed a counter-effect, but most people still admitted that this idea was not wrong, and as many warships advanced without hesitation, the Imperial Navy probably also figured out the area where the enemy's command ship was located.

It was an inverted triangle in the middle of the fleet, but the super high combat power of the Space Marine barge also made it an information black hole. They were good at quickly attacking energy equipment or signal transmitters, and their warships probably had information shielding equipment, making it impossible for the Imperial Navy to lock the enemy's location.

They are not powerless, but most of the battles in the Empire take place on the ground. In addition, the overwhelming numerical advantage and control of the Empire's warships are no longer there, and the traitors know them inside and out. Therefore, the opportunity of the volcanic cannon, which is a gift from the Emperor, becomes particularly important.

The only way to tear through the curtain of the current black hole is the volcanic cannon, and there may be only one chance. At the same time, the deterrent power of the volcanic cannon can also make the enemy hesitate and buy them precious time for repair.

So far, the senior admiral of the navy and his staff, that is, the bloated nobles of the Empire, are also the biggest heroes of the Empire's border maintenance area. This complex group with two attributes has gathered for the first time on such a scale to think about war and symmetry.

Because the size of the Empire's warships is extremely large, a cruiser is equivalent to the manpower of the entire Imperial Guard battle group, and at the same time has the ability to destroy most of the alien civilizations that have not yet stepped out of the star system.

It is also a powerful force that can completely destroy the entire standard world without planetary defense. Power is power, power is bloodline, and bloodline is honor. Those redundant and complicated things constitute this huge vested interest group, and also constitute the most powerful force in the Empire Void.

Those effective commanders of the Imperial battleships who can decide the lives of hundreds of millions of people with a wave of their hands gathered together. Although they are nominally ordered by the Supreme Commander of the Star Domain, they are gods to ordinary people on the front battlefield.

The number of battleships or heavy cruisers currently stretched by the Imperial Navy means that there are only 6 admirals gathered here, but even so, any of the six people here is usually enough to completely flatten several worlds.

But now, silence and helplessness appear on those individuals whose power is comparable to that of supermen. They all know that the current news is not too good, that is, the enemy's strong combat power, and the current situation that the volcanic cannon they rely on and believe in cannot be fired to kill the enemy.

When one of the older admirals dragged his black skin and dark gold luxurious military uniform, and used himself to represent the lower-level astronauts who constantly maintained the huge void ships on the deck and the naval officers who constantly commanded the grassroots, he spoke boastfully.

"I have served in the Empire for 120 years. From the first moment I stepped into the warship, I realized the difficulties of the Empire today. I thought that Alan Baier, the Lord, would be a breakthrough, but his performance left me speechless."

"Now, our soldiers are dying all the time, but he has not used the powerful volcanic cannon to kill heretics for a long time because of the so-called risk of loss and tactical significance. In the final analysis, we should not have believed in this crude and large-scale equipment that has not been tested in war from the beginning, and were blinded by its power in an instant!"

He seemed excited and angry, but rather than complaining about Alan Baier, it would be better to say that he wanted to rely on such words to win the recognition and trust of others and get more rights, but the naval generals here are all old and experienced. They have experienced the struggle of nobles and countless military wars since childhood, and this means of agitating people is naturally ineffective for them.

However, his harsh words also pointed out the biggest difficulty at present, that is, it is impossible to effectively kill the enemy's living forces. Even if close combat is used, it will be resolved by the enemy, which will completely put the empire into a passive position.

And the old noble navy saw that others kept silent and realized that his words had no effect, but he did attract the attention of the senior admiral.

The powerful old officer spoke. "West, your Emperor-class battleship is carrying that interceptor squadron, and my pilot has a high opinion of the brave soldiers under your command."

Old West turned his head around and quickly recalled those guys who made him praised and earned tens of thousands of throne coins. He remembered those people clearly, but that was all.

"Those, oh, the furious interceptor fleet, those loyal people, what's wrong, Admiral, my clumsy soldiers can help you?"

"That's right." The senior admiral spoke. "My bomber team is too slow. Even without bombs, they can barely avoid close-in defense artillery. But I believe the Fury crew can perform well. To be precise, I asked the Mechanical Sage to customize a special missile during this period."

"This aerial bomb can be firmly embedded on the outside of the ship. At the same time, its speed will not activate the void shield at all, and it can maintain an encrypted signal for more than ten hours. The enemy is the command ship after all, and even if there is signal shielding, it cannot be maintained forever. , otherwise the array will be confused."

Old Shangjun Chester understood immediately. "But this way my soldiers will never come back."

"One hundred thousand throne coins, and one of my private estates, are enough to buy a small Fury-class?" The senior admiral knew exactly what this man was thinking, and he came as promised to pay him.

"Enough, enough. In addition to purchasing fighter planes and training other soldiers, the rest of the money will be subsidized to the soldiers who have committed suicide so far. Thank you for your generosity." Old Chester seemed greedy and stupid, but it was also this nature that made him sit Having gold and silver means having a character that regards other people's lives as nothing. At the same time, this character also leads to him actually having wealth.

Unkind and unjust, coupled with the convenience provided by his family, this person has reached his current position not only by war and victory, but also by the fate of countless heroes of the empire who have buried his bones, and this cruel and dark sad world. To.

It is this wealthy and powerful ancient Terran noble family. He has already been favored by the emperor. The bravery and success of his ancestors for countless generations have created a path for him. Now he only needs to pay the price of those poor people who are obsessed with his reputation. s life.

In the hangar of the Empire's Emperor-class battleship, the ultra-high-pressure suit was put on again by the captain of the interceptor column. This experienced pilot emphasized again and again to the priest who was debugging in front of him. "Don't leave out the temperature regulation system and the oxygen supply system!"

But the priest said. "According to calculations, high-pressure oxygen will be input into your body through the spinal connection port. The external oxygen supply system is only designed for tactical needs that may require carrying additional personnel, and the heat preservation system of the ultra-high-pressure suit and the plasma engine can also maintain At a body-safe level.”

"So those devices are debugged to the lowest order."

"Shut up! Do you know how uncomfortable it is to not be able to breathe? Do you know the feeling of not being able to press your fingers when it's cold?" The captain cursed, and at the same time entered the fighter plane to test the new system. If it weren't for the loyalty of this old partner's machine soul, they would have lost their last time. He was about to die in the void, and the priests of the Mechanicus failed him time and time again.

But this time it was different. After complaining, the priest took the initiative to turn on the life-support equipment and began to debug it. At the same time, the air chamber that was emitting turbid air suddenly became fresh and comfortable.

"What is this, air without recycling?" The captain was a little surprised.

"In view of calculations, this may be your last attack, and your sacrifice can increase the empire's chance of victory by 0.6666, so the use of specially supplied air is approved." The priest answered without emotion.

"Do you think my brothers and I will die?" the captain joked. The priest did not answer. There was only the sound of a third hand cutting old metal pipes and welding in the air.

The captain now looked at this hangar full of oil stains and memories. It was once full and bustling, but the long war career, from the troops that could only deal with pirates, to the Pangia counterattack, to the Bandertal crusade, to the current Red Army He has experienced too many pirate wars.

The most painful thing for him is actually not the battle, but the fact that he survived time and time again under the care of the emperor, and his comrades left time and time again, from the compatriots who attacked the fortress together at the beginning, to the recruits who disappeared into the void some time ago, that kind of pain Enough to tear open his soul and dissect what was inside him.

He was almost suffocated by the pain and loneliness, as well as the suffering caused by losses again and again in the long war. If he really sacrificed this time, like the many soldiers and brothers who gave their all to the empire, it would actually be good.

And he has never had an heir or a lover. His family has long been torn apart by the invasion of the Red Pirates. Now he has long become a skeleton in the war. The conditions of his crew members are also very different. The Red Pirates have left too many for this sector. The pain is too much.

Now that he can take revenge, he is satisfied, not to mention that he can now decide the direction of the war, because this is the reality. An individual's major influence on the war is only this. He is not sure whether he can shoulder such a responsibility, but he also understands that this matter has no If people do it, they will never get another chance.

And no matter how his thoughts spread, he still needed to put them away. When the gunner and observer arrived, he looked at his equipped comrades, and at the same time the two soldiers also spoke. "Emperor, Captain Zhong is fast. I thought I could get to the cab first this time. Damn it." Then the gunner suddenly took out twenty scattered credits and handed them to the observer.

The observer smiled and accepted the money, while the captain joked. "Damn it, you are still playing this, don't you know? We have been allocated personal funds for this mission. If we can come back, we can get three thousand throne coins, which is one thousand per person. We can go to the upper level to buy ordinary citizens' coins. Now that I have an apartment, I no longer need to enjoy the recycled water and disgusting second-hand air.”

This is definitely a huge sum of money. One throne coin is enough to exchange for half a year to a year's living expenses for the residents of the middle nest in the normal world of the empire. If he works in a good position in the factory, it only costs five or six throne coins a year, so Many people cannot save a hundred shining gold coins in their entire life.

However, they also use the credits used by the local planetary governor throughout their lives, or exchange things for things. This kind of conversion is more suitable for people in a world with advanced technology, or people who often travel around the empire, such as this group of cute and sad people. soldiers.

The high price of three thousand instantly attracted the two soldiers in the crew. They subconsciously began to fantasize about the days of becoming the upper class of the hive city in the future. However, if they could retire from the long service week, this alone would be enough for them to get a position in the empire that normal people could not reach. According to their great achievements, it is not impossible to be donated as a noble.

However, that is not visible at present. Aristocrats without offspring are nothing. Now they are still working hard for everything in the empire, but they have to admit that their captain, the admiral of the empire, has eaten up most of the money of three thousand unexpectedly, a full ninety thousand, which is equivalent to the palace in the best position of the hive city, or a small void armed transport ship.

And they still need to thank this adult for his magnanimity. After all, relying on their "little ability", they will never see the throne coin in this life? Even if they have made great contributions to the empire, they are just machines for spending money for those lords and nobles, and are only part of the countless calculations of paying money in exchange for victory.

But they are also the most important, the most unpredictable, the most likely, and the most powerful link. The humanity that is left is in anger and disgust, sacrifice and praise, loyalty or bravery, all on those poor grassroots soldiers.

When the plasma engine started again, a flashing comet flew out from the outside of the huge, nearly eight-kilometer battleship. In the distance of hundreds and thousands of kilometers, those giant battleships continued to spit out the flashing light of the emperor.

From the captain's perspective, the entire dark void is like a starry sky, flashing, gorgeous, and beautiful, but there are no stars in this universe, and the light of other stars is also reflected by stars, so those stars are not so-called stars.

Instead, they are flying human creations one by one, dim light spears that fell a few light years away, the brighter ones are considered shells that have not hit the enemy, and the most flashing ones are the burning ships and this burning galaxy.