Chapter 400 05.0399: ‘Shoot the Coward’

Orbit of Phar, 1:40 PM Terra time.

"The enemy ship is approaching the orbit of Fal Star! The fortified channel minefield has been laid out!"

"They are very fast. They are sailing with afterburner at a speed of 15 void knots!!"

"The shells are loaded!"

In the flagship of the fleet strike group "Wrath of Mundayas", which is responsible for defending the inner ring of the planet, the officers of the Extreme Star Division's fleet strike group nervously came in one after another to report on the battle situation.

Dozens of greenskin fleets were heading straight towards the fortified channel of Fal Star. Even in the face of void anchor mines, they had no intention of slowing down.

They just changed their formation, letting the cruiser-class garbage ships with scratchy surfaces rush to the front.

"Distance! 1,500 kilometers!" When the first enemy ship passed the preset distance reference object, the observation officer shouted.

"Hold still, get closer and attack. Our ship will first finish this round of Nova Cannon support for the Gothic Fleet, and let the Star Castle release the carrier-based aircraft for air strikes."

Brigadier General Andrew, the commander of the Karl-Duniash Strike Group, crossed his arms, suppressed his embarrassment, and stood majestically in front of the command throne.

"Enemy ship, 1000 kilometers away! Commander, do you give the order to fire?!"

"Hold still."

The commander of the Ultramarine Star Territory watched as the Starhawk bombers fired boost-guided bombs at the green-skinned garbage ship amid bursts of close-defense bursts. The fire splashed by the explosion illuminated the dark void outside the anchor mine belt.

"Commander, they---" are green-skinned warships. Once they are allowed to get close, the consequences will be disastrous. Please give the order! "The fire control officer suggested to the commander with a slight trembling.

"Let them get closer! Otherwise, with their speed, if the first round cannot achieve effective hits, these aliens will be able to penetrate our defense line before the second round is reloaded."

“800 kilometers!!!”

All the officers on the command bridge of the Mars-class battlecruiser looked at their commander solemnly.

"Fire." Brigadier General Andrew gave the order in a calm tone.

The end of the fortified passage.

"The commander has the order to fire!!!"

"Prepare to fire!"

"Fire!"

Shouts spread along the radio waves, cables and long microphones to the entire defense line.

Shells as big as intercontinental ballistic missiles were fired from the star fortress, and merged with the light cruiser's light macrocannon shells surrounding the entrance of the passage, and flew straight towards the green-skinned battleship emerging from the darkness.

The charged light spear poked directly at the grinning steel face on the bow of the junk ship, melting the fine gold that made up the face. But it did not stop sailing. This blow only stimulated its engine to emit even denser waste smoke.

The speed has reached another level, but the route is a little crooked, but there is no yaw.

This round of attacks did not successfully hinder the advancement of the green-skin fleet, but instead allowed them to start a desperate and crazy afterburner.

Incited by the huge roar of the engine that resounded throughout the ship, the greenskins inside the junk ship held various weapons.

Shouting war cries, full of fighting spirit, all he wanted to do was jump to the Imperial Navy's "big iron castle" (star fortress) and large ships, burn, kill, and loot, and then go straight to the surface of the planet.

But they don't know that the warlord boss is using them as cannon fodder.

boom! Bang!

A salvo of macro-cannons hit Ghostface from the gap, and the explosion overturned Ghostface's 'upper skull'.

Like a fully loaded dump truck that ran out of control at high speed, the light cruiser-class garbage ship in the lead tilted its head and crashed into the anchor mine belt immediately to the right. The triggered anchor mine instantly set off a huge wave of fire, causing The junk ship was completely broken into pieces.

But behind it, one after another green-skinned battleships knocked away the floating debris still carrying sparks without a care.

Rushing into the channel, regardless of the sparse anchor mines, scattered on the hull.

The light cruiser closest to the enemy made an emergency turn, trying to steer away from the greenskin's impact route.

"'Ultimate Star', stick to your position! Your ship's battle position is very important, and you must not leave without permission!" Commodore Andrew noticed the move of the Dreadnought-class light cruiser and frowned as he ordered.

"We can't stop it!" the captain said solemnly: "These green-skinned hulls will crash into my warship!"

"Then you use the hull to ram it back!"

"My ship can't do it! The Ultimate Star has no power to hit the angle!"

"Fart! Your ship has an adamantine shield and torpedoes! Turn the ship around immediately and point it at the enemy ship! If you take another step back, you will be dealt with according to military law!"

"Commander, without the Gothic Fleet, we can't hold this waterway alone!

Here they come! Navigators and engines get ready! Enable emergency subspace jump! No matter what, I will never take her on such a fatal mission! "The captain gritted his teeth and pressed his body close to the command throne. He shouted.

"Commissioner of the Military Supervisory Committee of the 'Ultimate Star', perform your duties and execute those who are cowardly!" The Commodore, with his hands behind his back and a sullen face, issued the execution order to the Military Supervisory Committee member who was already examining the captain in the projection.

"As you wish, my lord. You derelict coward, your sentence is death!" The Naval Military Supervisor pulled out the shining silver military supervisory bolt pistol from the holster at an alarming speed and pointed it at the man on the battleship's command throne. people.

Bang!

A bolter went off.

A headless corpse rolled feebly off the battleship's command throne, and blood stained the gray robe of the clerk next to it and the captain's log in his hand.

The clerical officer standing not far from the captain took a breath of air, looked at the ship's wall clock, then opened the blood-stained thick book, and briefly recorded a new sentence in the already full logbook of the day.

In the inner orbit of Farr, at 2:30 pm Terra time, the fleet commander issued an execution order for the captain.

According to the command sequence, the lord captain of the "Ultrastar" sat on the bloody command throne tremblingly, and did not even dare to clean up the pink brain fragments and scarlet bones, letting them stain his decent captain uniform.

"Channel garrison ships, fire torpedoes." The brigadier general of the Ultrastar fleet commanded with a gloomy face.

A row of dense Helios torpedoes like a net were fired from the defense star fortress, orbital defense platform, and the launch ports of surrounding warships.

Immediately after the shells of the previous round of bombardment, they chased the greenskin fleet that rushed into the channel by hard hitting the torpedoes.

In the outer orbit of Farr, at 2:50 pm Terra time.

Horatio saw the raging fire and explosions in the orbit of Farr on the Indefatigable after turning.

"My fleet has completed its turn, and the last warship has left the battle."

"Telegram to the two captains of the Dreadnought-class light cruisers who are responsible for the rear, the Gothic Fleet thanks their warships for their sacrifices, my fleet has completed its turn, and is approaching the enemy fleet for a double-team." Commodore Peru exhaled.

"The 'Ultramar Cavalry' sent a message, 'May the Imperial Navy be invincible wherever the sword points.'

The bridge communication department of the 'War Will Forever' at the end was destroyed, but they hung up the flag, 'Victory belongs to the Imperial Navy, long live the Emperor! '" The communication department of the Indefatigable reported to the flagship Captain Horatio and Commander Edward Peru.

"Commander, it is expected that the fleet will enter the engagement route in 40 minutes. After this maneuver, it will be our decisive battle with these enemies in front of us." Horatio looked at the route trajectory analysis line and said to the fleet commander.

"The Emperor is watching us. We must not lose Farr, otherwise this subspace rift will expand further until it reaches the portal of the Abyss Port. "Commodore Perroux said with a tense face.

"Either triumph or die in battle." Horatio let out a long breath.

Take advantage of the short rest time for the whole ship on the way to the enemy battle line, Horatio, who was slightly relaxed, thought of Louise and Farida.

What are they doing now?

Did they pass the exam?

If they were here.—··

Farida would definitely run around the battle line with a loud voice, relying on her untouchable characteristics to suppress the chaos tricks fired by the Siren cannon.

And Louise might be on the starboard side of the Chaos boarding, fighting bravely with the rebel invasion force, desperately protecting the macro cannon array and the shuttle apron array from invasion.

My journey in this universe has just begun, how can I die here.

But they are still waiting for me.

"Estimated arrival time of the second cannon, 20 minutes! "The officer of the navigation department shouted with a hoarse voice.

Gathering his thoughts, Horatio took a long breath after hearing the report.

His eyes became sharper and fiercer.

"Ship! Hoist the Z-shaped flag!" Horatio stood up, raised his hand and waved, giving orders in a loud voice.

"Captain's order! Hoist the Z-shaped flag!"

"Captain's order! Hoist the Z-shaped flag! !"

The order was quickly passed to the flag officer.

Buzz!

With a wonderful buzzing sound.

The four-color Z-shaped flag was hung high above the ridge and below the belly of the ship by the Indefatigable. The Imperial Navy ships on any plane could clearly see the latest flag signal of the flagship.