Chapter 476 060475: The Wolf Pack Hunt Begins!

Chapter 476 06.0475: ‘Wolf pack hunting, start! ’

The confirmed tactical plan has been sent to the other five attack ships. The wolf pack maintains a consistent course and speed. Although they are all moving continuously, the entire formation looks like it is still in the void when looking at the ship operation drawing.

Everything is ready, and Horatio only needs to decide when to issue the attack order.

Of course, normal execution must be slightly delayed, because the attack ship responsible for attacking the four-cornered armed merchant ship will only attack after receiving the attack signal from the leading ship.

There may be a time difference of several minutes during this period, and this tiny time difference may affect the success rate of simultaneous attacks.

But this is a detail that must be considered under normal circumstances.

Horatio, who uses the void sand table function of the command hand, does not have to worry about such problems. His iron hand makes zero-delay instant command possible.

Now, the real test for him will be the decision-making and deployment as the commander of the attack squadron.

“Now that things have come to this, let’s take a bath and eat first.”

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Bathing and eating before the war is an eternal tradition of the navy.

Because once the battle begins, the whole ship will not be able to eat for a long time, let alone clean themselves.

Except for the duty personnel, all the officers who are mainly responsible for combat came to the captain's office.

The hot freshly made meals were pushed on the silver-plated dining cart. The grilled Grox steak can provide officers with rich protein, and the cruciferous vegetables can provide sufficient dietary fiber and vitamins. As for the buttered potato cubes, bread, noodles, and even the "pearl corn" produced in Aurora are all good sources of carbohydrates.

After the meal, the chef served freshly cut lemons and Aurora oranges. Long-term cruising will inevitably lack vitamin C in the diet, and the human body may suffer from fatal sepsis.

One month after sailing, as the inventory of fresh vegetables decreased, fruits with a waxy outer skin that are easier to preserve became additional desserts.

Interestingly, in Aurora, people named this orange "loyalty orange" in order to get a good homophonic sound in low Gothic. In the hope of eating loyal oranges, loyalty is guaranteed!

"The enemy will occasionally change their route. They also know that they are easy to get hit if they go straight in a straight line." Fasha said while peeling the sweet and fragrant orange peel.

Veronica on the side took a bite of the lemon, and her facial features were distorted by the sourness. She trembled all over and sucked her saliva awkwardly.

"There is still an hour to go. Our ship will fire two torpedoes at once, one nuclear explosion torpedo and one short-burning torpedo." Louise wiped the corners of her lips with a napkin and calmly repeated the action steps.

"Captain, the morale of the whole ship is high at present. The officers and soldiers are waiting for your orders." Farida sucked the juice of the lemon fruit elegantly and decently. Unlike Veronica, her saliva was dripping with sourness and she looked for purified water everywhere.

For some reason, this military supervisor from an aristocratic family has a particularly good appetite recently, especially likes to eat sour food, as if she can't feel the sour taste of the fruit that stimulates the taste buds at all.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's go back to our positions." Horatio picked up the folded napkin and wiped the juice off his hands, then stood up and said.

As soon as he stood up, everyone stood up in unison.

"Prepare for battle." He glanced around, nodded slightly with satisfaction, and then tightly squeezed the napkin in his hand.

Command bridge.

"Combat alert! Combat alert! All personnel are in position! All personnel are in position!" First mate Collingwood connected the ship-wide broadcast. After the sizzling sound of electricity, the loudspeaker array conveyed the first-level combat alert he issued for the entire ship.

"Preheat all torpedo engines." The captain sitting on the command throne issued a preheating order.

"This is the combat department, preheat all torpedo engines!" Louise immediately passed the order down.

"Torpedoes! Preheat all bombs!" In the lower torpedo room, the shirtless boatswain hooked the handrail and jumped forward from the gate, shouting in a deep voice into the cabin that was particularly narrow after being filled with four Helios torpedoes.

"One! Two! Three!" Fed by Horatio's special meal standard, the muscles have become stronger in recent days. The big and strong men pulled the chains like boatmen, tightening the black iron rings one by one.

Gaga!

The huge black iron chain rotated along the top shaft suspension bridge. Combined with the mechanical structure activated by external force, it slowly crawled like a hibernating giant python, and some key linkage parts even burst into dazzling sparks during the twists and turns.

Soon, the air was filled with sweat and mist.

"Quick, quick, quick!" The torpedo maintenance team trotted, holding a mop to apply another layer of antifreeze on the torpedo that was already painted black.

It is said that this is an oily insulation layer applied on the metal shell to prevent the engine from being frozen quickly after the torpedo is exposed to the low temperature of the void from the cabin.

Horatio didn't know if this was useful or necessary, because in his cognition, it seemed that no oil could really have the antifreeze effect under the severe cold of the void.

Even in the world he lived in, only the submarine torpedoes during World War II needed to be coated with vaseline.

But people have long been unable to trace the intention of these things when they were invented. Since there is this step in the loading prayer of Om Messiah, the people in the 41st millennium still conscientiously perform this step under the supervision of the technical priests to avoid accidents.

After all, no one can figure out the preferences of the God of All Machines and the Machine Soul. What if they just like this?

The crew was racing against time. Their time was precious. The torpedo had already slid along the slide rail towards the launch cabin, and the oiling work had to be completed before entering the launch cabin.

"Oil done!"

"Transmission slide rail, let's go!"

Kaka! Gala Gala!

Nearly a hundred meters of nuclear detonation torpedo was sent into the black hole silo.

The technical priest's prosthetic fingers, which are like octopus tentacles, are tapping the keys on the display console at a speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye. Various parameters sent by the war department and the torpedo officer are being input for calibrating the torpedoes. launch status.

A terrifying buzzing sound gradually came from the tail of the nuclear detonation torpedo lying quietly on the launch track.

The torpedo silo was illuminated instantly, and the glowing blue light source was the plasma surge injected into it along the pipeline.

Its energy is so high that it even produces extremely strong ionizing radiation. The amount of radiation is so large that it is impossible for any life to survive nearby during the charging and preheating process.

The base of the launch silo has an extremely thick closed bottom cover, which is the only barrier to block ionizing radiation and prevent it from killing the crew inside. Once damaged in a firefight, the combat effectiveness of the E-type attack ship will be seriously reduced.

"The No. 1 short-burning torpedo engine is warmed up!"

"The No. 2 nuclear deflagration torpedo engine is warmed up!"

On the command bridge.

Warrant officers and technical operators sat on the operating console and stared at the data that kept popping up on the picture tube screen.

The naval officers, with their hands behind their backs, stood majestically and solemnly behind them, with multiple screens flashing in their pupils.

Everyone was waiting for the captain's order, and the atmosphere was very tense.

"Captain, the Epic is ready for the first round of launch, and torpedoes No. 3 and 4 are also in the same configuration and are being loaded and warmed up." Louise reported in salute.

Horatio picked up the pocket watch in his hand, pressed the button, and looked at the dial inside.

The inside of the pocket watch is decorated with beautiful colored glass, and the image of the Indefatigable afterburner is engraved on the glass. The six torpedo silos launched a torpedo salvo in a uniform manner.

Horatio watched intently, counting the time.

Tei stood on the observation platform, looking down at him, with the tip of one boot tapping the ground, a frosty smile on her face, her white latex gloves still stained with the remaining blood stains from the hasty cleaning after dissecting the alien, which made her She looks a little dark and scary.

The planned attack time was 13:13 and 13 seconds, Terra time.

is a good sign.

"Now! Listen to my order! Use the wire guidance mode to launch the No. 1 short-burning torpedo!" He gave the firing order in a loud voice.

"Open the sliding cover of the No. 1 torpedo well! The No. 1 short-burning torpedo is in wire-controlled mode! Launch!" Louise skillfully broke down the captain's instructions and issued them until they were transmitted to the technical priest on the torpedo room console.