Chapter 149 Gang Jumping
Such a sacrifice made Soshiyang respectful, so he made a decision.
"Are you serious, Chapter Master Soshyan?"
He could hear Lieutenant General Yarrow's shock through the muffled white noise.
Soshyan focused part of his attention on the nearby tactical panel and found that two more runes marking the transport ship disappeared from his eyes.
Strictly speaking, Lieutenant General Yarrow's strategy was actually very effective, and the greenskin fleet was bleeding every turn.
But it’s not enough.
For Soshyan, for those who sacrificed, for those who are sacrificing, it is not enough.
“My message is accurate.”
His voice cuts through the void over the broken signal.
"You have to open a fire channel for us."
Soshyan paused for a moment, and then a wave of white noise filled the gap.
He nodded, as if the other party could see him.
"We will land on the enemy's flagship after getting close."
For a time, an uncomfortable dark silence filled the command throne, and dazzling lightning flashed through Soshyan's head. The face - it was numbers and tactical codes demonstrating the battle situation on a charcoal black screen.
His face was cold and expressionless, but the spark in his eyes could be felt by the servants even from a very long distance away.
After a brief silence, a voice filled the noise.
"Received, everything is as the Emperor wished, Chapter Master Soshyan."
Soon, the battle brothers who had just experienced the battle returned to the Chapter Master's They were ordered to assemble, but this time the place where they gathered was no longer on the flight deck, but in the torpedo room.
Groups of servants surrounded them, making final preparations for them to fight.
Tech-Priest Loken moved among the crowd, chanting binary language in a low voice and making adjustments.
Next to Soshyan, the priest Yazdan’s helmet was forward, resting on his scepter. The parchment filled with oaths was attached to the handle of the scepter. He knew that the priest was reading again in the helmet at this time. Recite his vow silently.
He suddenly felt a sense of pride. They had just passed death, and they were about to run towards death again, but no one flinched, was afraid or hesitated.
Soshyan ordered an assault on the green-skin flagship, which surprised Thor - he had thought that Soshyan would lack the courage to move forward because of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
This mission may be the last of the Astral Knights, but that doesn't matter, that's the nature of war.
All Astral Knights know that the price of victory is often death.
The Emperor created them to embrace death.
"60 seconds countdown, Chapter Commander."
A voice passed into Soshyan's ears, and Soshyan realized that it was the voice of Lothar, who commanded the battleship in his place. The man's voice sounded a little disappointed.
This is expected.
But someone must control the Starfire, and no one is better at controlling the battleship than Lothar.
In the void, the Spark's slender hull swept past the hellish void battlefield, with 24 cruisers covering its wings as it penetrated into the heart of the battlefield.
The target is ahead, at the center of the greenskin fleet.
In front, the accompanying warships are also approaching their flagship.
The Nova Cannon is roaring, the light spear is flashing, and the torpedoes are shuttled, each looking for their target.
This time Lieutenant General Yaro no longer begrudges the power in his hands.
They all know the value of fighting and sacrifice, and if they can do enough damage to throw the Greenskin fleet into chaos, then the Starfire and the Jump Force can take advantage - and that's for real Killing move.
The landing torpedoes and the destructive force waiting in the teleportation chamber will tear apart the steel behemoth built from the remains of Imperial warships from within. It is cruel to throw one's life away so lightly, but there is a chance of success.
Because it can be seen from the tactics and coordination of this greenskin fleet that they are completely different from the previous greenskins - they are all obviously good at naval warfare.
If we continue to fight, even if the transport fleet is destroyed, it will be difficult to severely damage the enemy.
At this point, the arrow is ready.
“30 seconds countdown!”
The voice sounded again, Soshyan blinked his eyes to confirm, and opened the dedicated channel shared with other fighters.
“Brothers.”
The soldiers in the cabin stopped moving, and the launch bay and the compartments of each department also became quiet.
He had not thought about what to say before. His whole life experience was war. After he left his mother's arms, he spent all his time in training and war, maintaining the empire with his bloody hands. Survive.
Soshiyang is not an eloquent person, but his subordinates will follow him into a life-or-death battle, which makes Soshyan's heart surge.
“We are engaged in a war, not a war of conquest, nor a war we want to initiate, but a war in which blood must be shed for the oath and for the empire. We may never see a war. The end of the war, but if our hard work can make the end of the war come sooner, if our sacrifice can make the enemy pay a hundred times the price, then the future history will always remember us!"
He paused, feeling! The charge on the skin began to increase, the machine roared, and the arc of light on the platform began to shine. Tyr buckled on his brass helmet and closed his eyes,
"Astral Knights, as Astartes, we embark on a path of hardship and dedication. As your Chapter Master, I ask a lot from you, and I often make these requests...
< br>But this sentence has never been more true than now!”
When he said these words, Soshyan seemed to be back there, the place where he was supposed to die.
“These filthy aliens are slaughtering our brave warriors. We can reap the fruits of victory after leaving corpses everywhere, but I believe that the fruits must be extremely bitter! We are the sword of the Emperor, and we swear to kill Enemy head, our duty is to protect mankind. If victory must be paid for with blood, then use ours!"
The entire cabin shook amid the roar of the machine.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
The warriors roared in unison.
“Attack!!”
The mechanical soul that jumped to the torpedo confirmed the command and responded, sliding out of the torpedo tube at an extremely fast speed.
When it detached from the hull, it quickly left the Starfire behind.
While gliding quietly, the roar of the ancient rocket engine passed through the torpedo's reinforced substructure, through the hatch, through the personnel compartment, and reached Soshyan's heart.
He could imagine how fierce the battlefield was around him. As long as any lucky bullet hit the torpedo, the Astral Knights would become history.
But they were lucky. After gliding for a few minutes, the signal lights approaching the target flashed.
“Prepare for high-speed access and impact.”
Soshyan calmly informed the surrounding soldiers of the situation. He could hear the fixed frame and safety belts creaking as they were tightened, and he also felt the vibration and shaking of the torpedo head when it came into contact with the armored shell of the enemy warship.
The Tiaobang torpedo tore a path in the belly of the enemy warship, just like a bullet piercing flesh and breaking bones.
The strong torpedo flying at high speed knocked open the bracket and overturned all the equipment it encountered.
They chose the flight deck with a relatively fragile structure as the breakthrough point. As the torpedo penetrated deeply, many structural supports were torn off and hit the rail car below filled with equipment, weapons and ammunition.
The grunts were running around holding their heads, while the mechanics were at a loss when looking at the sudden torpedoes.
Soshyan felt a powerful force tearing apart his genetically modified body. This feeling was very uncomfortable.
While the torpedoes roared like thunder across the flight deck, leaving a mess behind, the hydraulic system of the power armor on the Space Marines was also put to the greatest test.
Every warrior has a superhuman physique, strong and thick muscles, and a highly adaptable black carapace. It is these that absorb the huge power that is enough to tear an ordinary person into pieces.
(End of this chapter)