Chapter 187: Being gangbanged
Light spears, cannons, and the wrath of the empire were fired under the fire of countless cruisers. The empire's moon class had good shields and firepower balance, so that the losses caused by the orcs' lightweight cruisers were not great.
Although the wounds will accumulate over time due to the war, those wounds will not hinder the Imperial Navy for the time being.
"Destroy the war boss and attack the orc lord first, hurry up!"
The heat gathered by the light spear hit the orc's waaaagh shield, and the green heretic shield that came out shone brightly and lit up the dark void.
"Intensify the intensity, and the torpedo ships attack the shield area." The captain ordered. Such an order would cause great losses. It may seem light, but the destroyer needs to get close to the battleship in the core area of the Orcs and lock it. The difficulty is one in ten. of.
Torpedo ships, also known as sword-class destroyers, small imperial great battleships, void engines, roaring pistons, overloads, emitting electromagnetic interference, praising the God of All Machines, priests praying constantly, and engineering troops running up and down.
Quick, quick, quick, quick, every moment, life is at your fingertips. The control panel of the imperial warship is very poor. Since the Scarlet Protocol, humans can never return to the happy days of the Dark Ages. All they need is The steel behemoth can be operated at the touch of a finger.
The actions of thousands, tens of thousands of people, coordinated and planned hundreds of times, each with their own duties, can drive the engine piston of this terrible monster and move its loyal machine soul forward.
The roaring handle echoed the anger of the empire in the void. In the face of heretics and aliens, the destroyer moved extremely fast, as if light streaked across the boundless darkness of the universe, leaving only the light of the tail fins and the enemy's strafing fire on it.
But luck will not favor this situation for long. The intensive firepower battle will soon tear apart the brave men of the Imperial Guard one by one, but they must paralyze the orc shields!
With a rumble, the volleys from the orc-modified imperial cannons pierced the side of the deck. At the command point, the captain looked at the decreasing output on the panel. "What's going on? Did it hit the engine area? Damage control team!"
But the first mate said. "No, no... my panel shows... it hit the void shield generator on the flank, and it was slowed down by the recoil of the orc weapon. It seems that we are not very lucky."
He is not desperate, and the reason is simple. The sword class was designed with the problem of withstanding enemy attacks in mind.
As a result, the bulkheads are thicker than expected, and the beams and support components that connect the battleships together have redundant backups to carry the ship and prevent the structure from falling apart if the main beam or main support component fails.
At the same time, its void shield is also extremely strong, providing the maximum void shield protection capability that a ship of this tonnage can achieve.
Therefore, the Sword-class frigate can withstand more damage than other small ships. The hit just now is not harmful, and its ion engine structure is also simple, even the most novice priest can complete its maintenance work.
But soon, a piece of red appeared. It was not something caused by the hit, but...
"The void shield is paralyzed? What's going on?!"
"Communications team?"
The sound of sizzling electricity came. "It's an enemy attack, the orc torpedo ships have logged in!"
Click, click, click. The fire and roar of the orcs' large-caliber automatic rifles replaced the roars of the crew members. Walking in the narrow battleship corridor, a three-person heavy weapons team blocked the orcs' final front.
"Pay attention to the reloading gap. The revolver gun team continues to suppress. This is the only passage. Hold on!"
"Jump up to help the shield, use manpower to create a bunker, and squat down!"
Inside the adamantine-wrapped battleship, mini-wars like this are common in this universe. The imperial navy's escort troops are all elite, equipped with carapace-like void suits, jump shields, and a large number of large-caliber automatic weapons used in close combat.
Secondly, laser guns and small explosive bombs are also the weapons at the bottom of their box, and once the space troopers are assigned to their ships, there is no turning back.
They were part of the ship from that day on. In a solemn ceremony, they entered the ship's vital fluids, drank the aromatic oil, and let the essence of the ship flow in their blood.
Of course, there are also people who feel powerless against automatic guns, especially revolver guns, because of the "brilliant" achievements of PDFs in various places. For example, they have low armor-piercing capabilities and are not as good as laser guns.
However, weapons are always given priority based on the environment of use. Large-caliber automatic shotguns and heavy revolvers are not bad in combat effectiveness when they are narrow and difficult to carry heavy armored war engines.
Secondly, the fundamental reason why the laser gun has become the most reliable weapon in the empire is the special nature of the laser gun. It has extremely low range loss and can even be quite lethal at extreme distances.
And there is no need to consider ballistics. The ammunition is suitable for long-term combat, has a small magazine, and has good individual armor melting capabilities.
It seems weak only when compared with the cliche elite firearms such as plasma weapons, melta, and explosive bombs. They are both Imperial Blades, and the laser gun is actually the weapon with the largest number of kills on the battlefield.
But in a narrow warship battle, you don't need to think so much. The furthest field of view in the corridor is only a hundred meters, and you often fall into a black-out low-view state of dark light, and often encounter enemies on a narrow road.
The high-efficiency flesh penetration ability of automatic weapons at medium and short range can still be retained, and the large-caliber ammunition is enough to beat the flesh of the orcs.
Click, click, click, flames burst out from the revolver. This simple mechanical structure from ancient Terra to the present has taken away many enemies for mankind.
"Suppress! Suppress!"
The rough weapon projectiles of the orcs hit the Tiaobang shield, leaving only small white marks on the steel shield made of ceramite and composite materials.
The elite navy space troops suppressed the orc pirates with their excellent combat effectiveness. They were old rivals, and they were even more comfortable fighting each other at this moment.
The Space Marine sergeant looked at the situation, brandished his power sword and shouted. "Pressure forward, take back the shield area, shield guard, move forward!"
The Shield Guards are one of the few giants in the Imperial Navy. Their huge bodies ranging from 1.9 to 2 meters can barely hold a huge and bulky shield. Even compared to the Orcs, this shield group of only five people looks like several Like little giants, after all, they are all carefully selected elites of the Imperial Navy.
Suppressed, they occasionally take out bolt pistols to fight back against the enemy. Their fighting will is invincible. They are naval gunners armed with heavy revolvers, which are heavy weapons similar to Gatling. They are still little giants who are not bad at shield guards.
The heavy troops slowly pressed forward, and countless orcs fell. Blood and death, the Imperial Navy was able to recapture their target quickly.
They deploy extremely quickly, have a simple will, and are invincible. It should be natural for them to win. As a large number of naval soldiers continued to move forward, in the dark area controlled by the orcs, those irritable boys began to chatter.
"Sir, the orcs are crazy." The shield captain reported.
"They are howling wildly heretical..."
"Waaaaaagh!" The orcs interrupted the report, and those crazy machete boys actually resisted the turret shooting and moved forward crazily.
"No! The Emperor is above!" Ding ding ding ding, the orcs suddenly fired fiercely with their guns, and the shield guards tried their best to withstand the attack, but what exactly was going on?
The fierce counterattack caught the navy off guard, and the petty officer raised his power sword, killed an orc trying to get around the shield guard, and shouted. "Load the shotgun!"
The laser was replaced by shotguns, the action was very fast. When the commander told the replacement distance, the elites had already taken out the shell ejectors filled with bullets. Bang bang bang, blood and flesh were blurred. The boys' armor could not withstand the full attack of shotguns. At least in the Until his boss gets richer and the machine master gets smarter, that thing won't work.
On the contrary, the armor fragments and fragments were embedded in their flesh and blood, and the secondary injuries caused by violent movements not only hindered their movements, but also made the orcs experience what it meant to be unable to get up.
Even if you think about it, you can't think about the fragments embedded in a large joint. If you can, it is not an orc, but a god.
"Effective obstruction, sir!"
"Keep shooting! Don't stop, for the Emperor!"
The roar, repeated in the adamantine pipe, makes people's eardrums tremble, the loyal roar, moving forward from the barrel of the gun, never stops, but the orc's waaaagh is not without its origin, bang bang bang, the flames bursting from the projectiles hit the depths of the dark corridor , something inside the metal monster forged by the loyalists of the empire resisted the invincible bullet and turned into sparks to dissipate.
Then there were calls and roars, a low sound that sounded like it could break a person's heart. The orcs cheered and shouted random calls.
"Boss! Boss!"
"Boss! Boss! Our boss!"
"Our boss! Our boss!"
It was noisy and loud, like a concert hall rather than a battlefield, at least in the corridors echoing with the sound of gunfire, heavy metal waaagh music, and a band composed of five boys, with the war leader as their lead singer.
Those inlaid instruments made of garbage and scrap metal make a thick sound, buzzing, and coaxing. Compared with the heavy metal music of the ancient Terra era, which has so-called melody and emotional basis, the orc songs are completely irritable and messy. war as the main theme.
Those orcs, at least the members of this "band", are all elite orcs with carapace and ceramic inlaid on their bodies. The same goes for the war leader. A large area of his body is covered with armor and embedded in flesh and blood. It is the standard of the Gough clan and the bright red armor. , I don’t know what to use for coloring.
The green-skinned man has the iconic big teeth and big face, holds a chain saw axe, and must be over three and a half meters tall!
His approach and the tank-like armor above made the entire corridor packed, and the roaring music made people feel their eardrums trembling.
The damn alien moved forward with the round of fire. Those projectiles, fragments, explosions and flames were like the fireworks when he took the stage, exploding in the narrow and dark corridor, praising his "debut".
Tat-tat-tat, bang-bang-bang, and footsteps trampling on adamantine without stopping. It's hard to imagine that something so big can be so fast. At least Ogryns of the same size as him can't. He's too fast. The large caliber and shotgun shells of the wheel gun could not break the armor. The Emperor was above, and the naval officer drew his power saber.
"For the Emperor!" roared, roared, flashes of light flashed across, his swordsmanship was excellent, the blade was sharp, the stance of destruction roared, the server was activated, and he was about to cut off this alien's head!
But a moment later, the orc boss took out the big KaKa pistol in his belt and fired quickly. The blood was splashed on the place where the sergeant had been guarding for a long time. The corridor was stained with the blood of loyalists. The explosive power imitated by the orcs was terrifying. Just one shot Hair, two halves of the body...
"For...the Emperor..." He crawled forward, the blade unable to cut through the gap on the war leader's thighs and knees, causing the boss's skin to break.
But he didn't pay attention to the officer at all, and just walked in front of the shield guard. "Shine bright, shine bright, Xiami's gun is really good, it keeps spinning, I like it."
"You, give me your weapon!" Approaching, extremely fast, the huge body of the orc is quite exaggerated even when facing the shield guard who is almost two meters tall. In comparison, those giants among mortals He's just a dwarf at the moment.
The shield guards raised their weapons, and the exquisite explosives he held fired fiercely. This distance could definitely penetrate the body of the orc boss, but after a while, they only heard the roar of the chain saw.
The chain sword is not a unique weapon to humans. Some technical sages once commented that the development history of weapons must be like this. A civilized race will inevitably develop sharp stones because it wants to kill other creatures, and then a knife. , dagger, sword, arrow, gun, chain sword...
In order to be more efficient, daggers changed the rules of combat. Arrows and firearms forced people to focus on more exaggerated defensive armor. After materials science came to the position of ceramic steel, the chain sword came into being.
When civilization discovers that their enemies or composite metals that are strong enough to resist shooting appear inside, then people's war style will begin to return to the ancient era of using swords. This is inevitable.
Those seemingly crude and wild weapons are the result of civilization reaching its peak, and they are also the basis for proving that a race can gain a foothold in the galaxy.
In just a moment, those things that could not be penetrated by countless projectiles were cut in half. The SLR blade turned into a deadly meat grinder in the violent rotation, tearing the ceramic steel into two halves.
Buzz, buzz, the whisper of death, buzz, buzz, the singing of the blade, buzz, buzz... Why are the loyalists crying? Because human civilization at the end of the fortieth millennium of this dark universe is on the cusp of the storm. superior!
On the Bordeaux, the captain received a new report. "The destroyer group is completely destroyed. The enemy uses gang-hopping tactics to cross the ship and move forward. The orc torpedo ships are constantly spreading, like a virus."
The captain looked gloomy. The sword-class destroyers' range weakness made them easy to log in. At this moment, the orcs' login operation caused all the imperial engines to dissipate. The entire advancing destroyer force, about 20 heroic warships...
The captain choked, unsure. "Is this because of my command?"
"Damn..."
Alan Bayer just looked at the abnormally close red light on the auspicious device and said. "It's not your fault, it's the aliens who are too crazy, okay."
He turned on the communicator. "Attention, everyone Skadi, we are about to be ganged up on, prepare to fight!" (End of Chapter)