bookrandom Chapter 390 Red flowers bloom among the stars
Chapter 390 Red flowers bloom among the stars
After Yifeng and the angry Kazaniv met, they rushed towards the Storm Star Territory.
Crazy Wolf hurriedly hurriedly followed, but still failed to catch up with the first battle.
Yifeng responded to the distress signal from the Imperial Trade Fleet, and it was finally confirmed that it was a trap. The three ships were full of humans parasitized by alien brainworms.
For Yifeng, that is not important.
Is there a boat? Yes, that's fine.
It would be even better if you ambush another hundred and eighty warships around.
Kazanev met us here, and Nian Cijin and his pharmacist talked with Situ Val for a while, confirming the entire transformation process of the Luna Wolf.
Nian Cijin stuffed a lot of miscellaneous objects into the warehouse of People's Light. They were not only the escort fleet of trading ships, but also occasionally the "messengers of justice" to fight against alien pirates, especially the Dark Eldar.
Nian Ci Jin reported an incident involving the Chaos Eldar. This kind of Slaanesh darling that only exists deep in the Eye of Terror is actually running around outside the galaxy. It is very likely that it is the Dark Eldar who have not returned to the Webway for a long time.
After reporting his work to Yifeng, our political commissar who had been invisible for a long time left in a hurry. The great cause does not allow him to relax even a little bit.
Then the First Trade Fleet set sail, and the two fleets parted ways, with the People's Light heading to the small stronghold in the Storm Star Territory first.
A pirate stronghold, built by William when he was the pirate king, there were not many troops inside.
The People's Light leapt out of the rift in the warp, and the entire galaxy became lifeless.
William personally opened the door of the stronghold hidden underground, and it was empty of people.
Xiaolan led the new recruits to the base and couldn't help but sigh that this was really Honghe style.
Only the load-bearing walls remain on the entire site.
"Do you know where they will be moved to?"
"It's not important, we're not here for this." William curled his lips, where to go? The vast world can be reached, and the seeds of dandelions will float in the wind. When the strong wind blows across the earth again, the whole galaxy will raise its arms and shout.
William had great confidence in his mortal students.
"How about I lead the team out? The stock of Shadow Bee fighters is not enough. I may not be able to get the information I want."
Yifeng is changing his mind. Sometimes he really wants to call up the great think tank and ask him what he would do next if he were the most Waaagh greenskin.
Wherever there is a signal for war, go there.
After formulating the basic strategy, the flagship released thirty Fengyun-class battleships and rushed in different directions. Several strike cruisers set sail and headed to the surrounding Death Watch fortresses to see if there were any of their own.
The Death Watch and Gray Knights did not support the Imperial Expeditionary Force on a large scale. With the troop density reduced by half, alien pirates and Chaos invasions often appeared in the Empire's "safe rear". They were now very busy.
For example, the Gray Knights only have a quarter of their troops distributed among the nine expeditionary armies. The other forces are busy pacifying the "chaos demons in the peaceful area."
The flagship is hidden and cannot show up at will later.
The reconnaissance troops explored the edge of the battlefield bit by bit, and from time to time they encountered fleeing greenskins who urgently jumped out of the subspace.
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The empire's rear is not as stable as reported by local officials. Many processing worlds, foundry worlds and even agricultural worlds have been attacked by enemies. Many agricultural worlds simply have not been in contact for several years, so "officials do not know".
The empire's defense is not without merit. Major General Barov is leading a "huge fleet" consisting of cargo barges, transport ships, small frigates and a moon-class cruiser to fight in the north and south.
His original tactics allowed him to successfully hunt down the huge green-skinned battleships many times, and repelled Ork attacks many times, allowing them to be completely annihilated before they landed on the ground.
As for why he is only a major general...
The governor of the planet has said that there was no fighting here, it was very peaceful, and the imperial army was invincible.
"Without fighting", there is naturally no military exploits. All of Major General Barov's efforts will not be recorded, and he had to fight to the end.
Because he was already the highest-ranking soldier in the surrounding galaxies, the 380-year-old general was killed in a surprise attack by the Orcs. His superiors announced that he had exhausted his lifespan and died.
The lieutenant general fought to the death. The entire bridge of the ship was pierced by meteorites, and half of the ship's island was destroyed. Imperial officials explained that it was an unpredictable natural hazard and the ship was accidentally damaged and was under repair.
All officials in the entire sub-sector have tacitly blocked all information.
.....
General Barov wiped the blood from his head. The huge impact and shock "happened to send his face to the corner of the hologram table", and half of his face was covered with dripping blood.
"It's really not good. It's really a stupid idea to engage in a battle with these damn savage orcs." The major general complained to the female secretary next to him, but he pushed her to the ground with a hard push with his arm.
"Hold the bridge, that's an order."
When the secretary stood up, Major General Barov had already walked out of the door and locked the door using his captain's authority.
The secretary once again began to calmly repeat the supply request on the communication channel. The shells had been exhausted, but on the planet, their answer was always "we are preparing" and "on the way".
Without war, there is no ammunition consumption, and without consumption, there is no way to apply for supplies.
The political commissar was walking quickly outside, cursing: "Damn politics, damn nobles of Terra, damn gilded young master, not you, Herrick."
The attendant on the side handed him a finely crafted chain sword and laser pistol, and then he also held the "bolt pistol held in both hands" firmly.
"Sir, with all due respect, your above words can be handed over to the Inquisition." The attendant said this, but it seemed to be a joke.
He is also a Terran... noble with a very distant bloodline. Logically speaking, he can take over the command of the entire fleet, but no one is a fool. No one can guarantee victory in this kind of battle where the weak attacks the strong. , once defeated, the nobles would not feel comfortable taking the blame, so they simply became the hidden number two figure.
"Herrick, use your connections. Is the damn noble title of Terra so useless? At least bring in some supplies, even ten macro cannons."
"Sir, I have tried my best. If nothing happens, the nobles' emergency evacuation fleet will arrive in three days. Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."
No matter how distant his bloodline is, Herrick is still a Terran noble, and his authority is not comparable to that of this small and remote star noble.
"I'll bet you, kid, they'll turn around and run away when they see the fighting here."
The captain of the rescue ship is probably a noble. Most of the nobles on his ship are probably greedy for life and afraid of death. As long as a big noble supports the evacuation, they will turn around and escape.
"But I won't, sir."
Major General Barov glanced at Herrick's bright eyes. Human hope always bursts out from such eyes.
The arrival of the general on the battlefield greatly boosted the morale of the anti-jump gang. The axe-wielding Orc Boy and Jump Jump had already rushed out of the cabin. The mortal crew members were hiding behind bunkers, and the dense beams of laser guns were killing people in pieces. Dead orcs.
"General, it's dangerous here."
"Everyone, fix your bayonets, bring all your firepower, and prepare for a countercharge." The general's words stunned the frontline commander.
"General, where should we push to? Where is the breach in the ship?"
"Advance to where? Advance to the orcs' lair and kill all the orcs." Barov stared at the captain closely, making him panic.
"General, with all due respect," the frontline commander swallowed, but mustered up the courage to say, "Our soldiers have ample ammunition, and fighting each other in hand-to-hand combat is not the best option."
"Listen to me, I am only responsible for victory, and I will stand at the front." The general pointed the laser pistol between the opponent's eyebrows, "Are you going to disobey my order?"
"The order has been received and is expected to be ready within five minutes." The frontline commander began to deliver the order as if on the fly, and the transport troops carrying bombs behind were also pulled to the front line.
In war, everyone wants to hide behind a bunker and shoot, but we have no supplies.
Many battles made Major General Barov know that the morale of the greenskins would not collapse easily, and the big men hiding behind must be beheaded. Now that there are no big men in the first wave of enemies, he can only rush in and find them himself. .
It is impossible to expect that the morale of your team will decrease slower than that of the Greenskins. The ammunition supply is more than that of green skins.
"Pull all the people who can move up. This is a mass charge. All the firepower is piled at the front. Everyone listens to me. The people in the front are dead. The people in the back pick up their guns for me and continue to charge. The cooking squad also I’ll bring the kitchen knife over here.”
Barov requested to launch the only all-out attack and hit the enemy's home base in one go.
Herrick looked at the crazy major general worriedly, "Our morale will collapse quickly. The soldiers in the front will fall, and there will be a hail of bullets. The people behind will hesitate to step forward and pick up weapons, especially those alien teeth." ....."
Barov took off his exquisite captain's uniform and put it on Herrick's body. He put his hands on his shoulders, as if entrusting everything to him, but also as if he was afraid that he would escape.
"Listen, Herrick, I'm going to be at the front. This suit is morale. It must not fall down."
A clear shout seemed out of place in the battle-torn cabin. "Brother, your clothes."
A group of people appeared behind Barov. Herrick knew them. They were Herrick's family. Due to the long sailing time of the imperial ship, almost all the captain's family members were on board.
The man holding a simple shield was the director of the engine area at the back, Barov's younger brother.
The girl holding the clothes next to him is his sister. The clothes were a captain's uniform from ten years ago. After it was damaged, he applied for a new one, but the old clothes were mended and stored in the closet.
The little boy was the son of the captain's younger brother. He had just turned sixteen. He was holding a laser pistol and looking around warily.
......
Old men, young children, hereditary servants, the captain's bodyguards, such a haphazardly assembled force, each one is a presence that ordinary sailors would salute when they meet.
"captain....."
"Herrick, charge up in a moment. Stay far away and try to get as close as possible to the anti-rebound troops." The major general put the old captain's uniform on his body with a handsome gesture, just like he did decades ago. Just as high-spirited.
He brought the collective communicator to his lips for the last time.
"Attention all crew members, I am Commander-in-Chief Barov. All small ships must maintain firing with lances and laser cannons. The fighting will not stop and no ceasefire is allowed. The brave warriors of the Helex Glory battleship, it is time to bring down the Emperor's The light is shining on the damn aliens, follow my footsteps, for the Emperor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the communicator was thrown into the hands of Herrenk's attendant, several grenades were thrown out, and a volley of plasma guns was Barov's last support.
The major general roared and rushed out of the bunker. When all the soldiers saw his figure, they rushed out without hesitation.
Herrick couldn't understand the current death-defying charge. He knew that the enemies were numerous, multiplied quickly, and even made ammunition faster than them. The only victory strategy now seemed to be to use up all the inventory in the ammunition depot in one go. The price is human lives. The heavy firepower on the front line keeps firing, the casualties on the front line continue to increase, and the ones behind continue to replenish their troops.
It's just that he doesn't understand why the captain has to go in person, and he can understand why he can lead the charge.
The road ahead for Barov's charge was long, littered with greenskin corpses and debris from slum-like cabins.
The young and lively girl was the first to die. A stray bullet penetrated her calf, and then the collapse caused by an explosion submerged her.
The old man fired at the back with precise marksmanship, but suddenly a black-smoking motorcycle rushed out from the side and cut him in half with a knife.
Herrick didn't understand why he had to let his relatives die first.
When the battle got underway, several "elders" and "second uncles" took off their burnt clothes, and their bodies were covered with horrifying old scars.
They roared and charged, getting stronger with age, and hacked to death several green-skinned boys.
Barov died in a bizarre explosion. Three one-meter-long steel needles penetrated his body and one pierced his heart.
Just when Herrick was about to speak out, he saw the director of the engine room covering the captain's body with his body. The gray robe combined with his fat body blocked most of the view. A young man neatly He took off Barov's clothes and put them on his body, turned around and continued to rush forward.
Herrick wanted to go up and see what kind of ending the heroic captain deserved.
"Tick tock~"
Blood dripped down. The director of the engine room, the captain's brother, wielded the chain sword that once belonged to Barov and cut off the head of the corpse. He slashed it several times and threw it into the flames.
The familiar flesh and blood on his face turned black, the fire crackled, and his face became increasingly difficult to recognize.
The guards are tightly surrounding this place. The captain will never die. The torn robe is still charging. He will never die.
Herrenknecht was the last piece of the puzzle at the rear of the stormtroopers, his captain's uniform blocking the view of the soldiers behind him.
The ancient family bloodlines on Terra are trembling at this time. Uplifting words are what they have spoken since childhood, but cruel death will not show mercy to anyone.
The fire is burning.
The charge continues, they blow down a wall, and the grats emerging from the pipes tear off the handsome face of the little boy.
Various strange machines made roaring sounds, and the technical masters drove the fear cans and killing cans to charge, and the sharp rotating blades cut open the chests of many people.
The commando team had the best equipment. A strong sister blasted open the passage with a melta gun. Her arms were broken due to the strong recoil, and she threw the big gun to a soldier on the side.
The soldier was hit by the orc's "exploder" before receiving the gun. His skull exploded and the melta gun hit his headless body, lying on the ground.
There was a breath of turbidity in his heart. He stepped forward quickly to pick up the melta gun. Suddenly, several scavenger boys jumped out from the side and grabbed the hot muzzle of the melta gun. It was as strong as the green skin at this time. The palms are smoking.
Herrick shot the scavenger boy in the head with three consecutive bursts. The laser gun support from behind scratched his scalp. Herrick threw the bolt pistol back and wanted to pick up the melta gun, but the next moment, An old and burly body suddenly appeared behind him.
Holding the bolter he threw with one hand and holding down the meltagun with the other, the old man and Herrick looked at each other and let out a contemptuous "Humph~".
Herrick knew him. The old man who "moved to the kitchen" because he was too old was an old friend of Barov. Although the rice was too hot to finish, he always got a full lunch when Barov cooked.
"Leave it to me, boy, Barov has pulled another little trick."
He pulled Herrick up, there was no reason for the captain's suit to fall down.
The soldiers around him passed away one after another, and Herrick's clothes were on fire. He only discovered this when he was frightened by an earth-shattering roar.
The roar of the orc boss rumbled and echoed in the huge cabin. The next moment, Herrick saw its burly body and thick metal armor knocking away the commando soldiers.
The old captain's uniform flew high into the sky and landed heavily on the ground.
An inexplicable anger burst out from the bottom of Herrick's heart, and the courage of the ancient ancestors roared in his veins at this moment.
The captain uniform will not fall down, I am standing here.
The captain's chain sword spun and landed at the boss's feet. Herrick saw the half-conscious old man leaning against the low wall, struggling to raise the melta gun with one hand.
Several pairs of loose robes fell down, and Herrick suddenly discovered that the commando team was gone.
So many people, nearly a hundred important people on the ship, were gone.
He held a bolter in both hands and kept firing.
He could hear the "clicking" sound of bones as the bombs hit the orc boss's face one by one, leaving craters on his metal helmet.
The boss's attention was attracted by Herrick, and when he turned around, a bomb exploded in its face. Under the protection of its invincible position, it only opened a little bit of its face.
This is an opportunity.
"Go to hell." The old man pressed the trigger of the melta gun. The dense nuclear stream of the melta gun burned through half of the boss's body. Half of the old man's own body was also torn apart due to the terrifying recoil of the melta gun.
Molten metal flows into the green skinned body like a fungal soup.
Herrick rushed forward with all his strength. Thousands of people had sacrificed just for this moment.
The boss roared angrily, half of its body being burned would not kill it, and a strong arm waved to grab its weapon.
The torn captain's uniform fluttered, and half of his clothes floated down in the air, covering the boss's eyes.
"Waaaaagh!!!"
The boss took a deep breath, and the tough fabric was blown away.
The moment it saw the light again, what it saw was a single-molecule blade spinning at extremely fast speeds.
Herrick picked up the captain's chainsword and struck the green-skinned boss in the face with all his strength. The orc boss finally became frightened at this moment. He saw a face covered with blood, with bloodshot eyes on it. eyes.
The orc's thick muscles were torn apart by the furious machine spirit, and the huge Waaagh psychic energy collapsed at this moment.
The crew members of the Logistics Department, Reactor Department, and Administration Department, who were shivering in the dilapidated cabins of the Ork ship, suddenly found that the orcs in front of them began to flee. They lost their will to fight, and their weapons were scattered on their way to escape. One place.
The "non-combatants" who didn't know what was going on plucked up the courage to raise unfamiliar guns and fired a few rounds, but not many of them hit the Oak boy's vitals.
The mortal has just mustered up his last courage. The entire ship shook violently.
"The ship is going to explode, run!"
Such rumors are everywhere in the communication channels, and there are few professional reports from soldiers.
"Everyone, listen, I am the captain," Herrick was silent for a while, "The enemy leader has been beheaded, we have won! Everyone evacuate the ship and let the light spear destroy it!" (The light spear does not Consumes shells)
The frigate's ray of light unexpectedly caused huge damage. Large areas of the orc armor were melted, and the gap reached deep into the interior of the battleship.
Herrick picked up the captain's uniform that was lying on the ground and slowly put it on himself. The chain sword in his hand stopped rotating at an inappropriate time.
A book he carried with him fell to the ground, and the cover had been scorched. Herrick could only vaguely see the word "liberation".
He picked up the book, stuck it in his waist, and cut off the head of the orc boss. The huge mouth was still moving.
He raised the enemy's head high and retreated all the way back to the battleship.
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"The front is the world behind the 46th supply line. Where can we start, collect information, or follow the empire's supply line to the battlefield."
Xiaolan pointed at the map and said to William.
"Intelligence shows that this was a pirate disaster area decades ago. William, it couldn't have been you."
"I remember that there should be a few centurions left behind. Believe me, the mortals I taught must be the best."
William patted Xiaolan on the shoulder, and the Astartes suppressed their laughter. This is the Chief Instructor of Crimson Torrent, and most of the Primaris warriors come from his disciples and grandsons. Can this be compared?
Can't we compare?