Chapter 1142 The Second Naval Battle of Pandora (Part 2)
Compared to Lothar's calmness, Iongra Speer was much more nervous and radical. He watched this from the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit. The slaughter unfolds slowly, searching for signs of success in this high-risk tactic.
At the start of the battle, an entire fleet of Imperial frigates were crippled, their hulls cracked, and now drifting off the battlefield.
The black marauders engaged in a devastating battle among the remaining ships, swooping down and pursuing those survivors with torpedoes and missiles, coupled with hammer blows from the capital ships' long-range cannons Volleys of volleys and raids by the Wolves have inflicted heavy losses on the Empire's outer fleet.
However, the enemy still maintains the status quo.
The Empire did not try to protect the outer fleet, but allowed the first wave of frigates to burn out. The main battleships remained in the center of the formation, their huge bodies surrounded by flames, and fire support from the rear protected them.
Soon, the number of light spear strikes reached a critical level, and numerous beams penetrated the void, as if they were going to completely burn the void.
Since there is no room to move sideways, the Black Legion fleet can only turn and fire broadside artillery fire from the abdominal turret, trying to match the opponent's firepower level.
On the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, tactical reports poured in like a flood. Servants running around kept passing on tactical reports and then forwarded them to the legion's command node.
Many jump gangs have approached the bridge of their prey. Three light warships have occupied it, six others are still being fought for, and two have been destroyed from within.
Slowly, Eingra Speer began to realize the truth -
The commander of the empire, no matter who this guy is, he doesn't mind letting small ships die.
Those frigates are undermanned and poorly protected. They are bait for infantry raids. The enemy has long expected that there will be gang-hopping raids.
The commanders of the empire are obviously aware that their main warships have an advantage. They are now targeting the Vengeful Spirit with their front weapon arrays. Now this powerful warship may be able to compete with the opponent for a while, but it cannot last long. ——
More importantly, Eingraspeer invested too many troops in the first wave of offensive. He originally thought that the enemy would not hand over the ships easily, and then he could only sacrifice the formation. Save the ship.
But that's what the Imperials did, they chose to abandon their warships and comrades.
“Damn bastard!”
Eingra Speer felt an inexplicable pain rising in his stomach. The Spirit of Vengeance had already moved forward to fight, straight into the center of the storm, and the hull of the ship was All the light spears were thunderous.
The machine soul of the battleship has tried its best to control the battleship, rolling the hull, adjusting the angle, and maximizing the effectiveness of the artillery.
Around it, the burnt carcass of the ship bumped and swirled in space, but Iongraspeer decided that was not good enough.
"——He knew that I would send out a gang-hopping team."
In front of him, at the edge of the Fire Bird Oracle, the Empire's core battleship group began to enter the range of the Vengeful Spirit's light spear.
They did not try to protect the frigate group within the fire range. Judging from the detected energy readings, they seemed to want to fire directly at the Black Legion fleet, although this would definitely affect their own ships. But they have come to the conclusion that many ships have been paralyzed by gang members, so they choose the option that will cause the least damage to the overall fleet.
This is a despicable philosophy of war.
But Aingra Speer had to admit that the other party made the right choice.
He checked the timer and found that three hours had passed since the battle began. The actual progress was far lower than expected. Unless the situation changed rapidly, there was no possibility of a breakthrough in his raid.
"Increase the attack speed of the fleet!" Aingra Speer's voice was like thunder, knowing that he had pushed the fleet to the limit.
“Order all ships to concentrate their firepower on the forward formation!”
He believed that everything was not over yet, that the two giant forces were still crushing each other, and an unexpected Asian attack A rupture of the space core or a sudden mental breakdown can still change the situation of the battle.
The Imperial fleet stood firm in the flames, as calm and cold as a machine.
"Break through them!"
Iongraspeer roared, his fists clenched, his voice trembling with rage burning from deep within.
“In the name of the gods, break through them!”
Brother Lothar, the fourth captain of the Astral Knights and the master of the fleet, is looking at the real-life window of the bridge, and the red patch in the distance The void was filled with explosions, and the nearby space was filled with arcs produced when energy ripped through the giant ship. Everything was so silent that it was almost eerie.
While he was watching, the burning body of a strike cruiser with the Dark Angel mark flew past his field of vision. Its keel had been broken, and its lower belly was flowing out of the rescue cabin, as if it was laying eggs in the sea.
"Status report."
Almost every five minutes, he would issue such an order.
Soon, a massive amount of information flooded into his sight.
He only needs to glance at the tactical window to know what changes are taking place on the battlefield. There is no doubt that no matter who the fleet commander of the Black Legion is, his strategy has no chance of success.
The imperial fleet's blockade remained strong, and he deliberately abandoned the outer fleet to defend the defense line, while the enemy focused on those small battleships, reducing its own forces and consuming important jumping troops on weaker vanguard escorts.
The continuous gang-hopping operations have indeed weakened the protective shield formed by small ships, but it is not enough to tear apart the main fleet formation.
Crutal and precise calculations, this is what Lothar believes is the law for winning naval battles.
Although the Spirit of Vengeance has rushed into the center of the battlefield, its sides gleaming with the fire of macrocannon fire, its single battleship cannot shake the steel wall of the empire.
The Endless Fury held on further away, firing wave after wave of light spears and torpedoes, smashing a path composed of a series of explosions and broken keels towards the Empire's formation, but it was too slow. , too blunt.
Although the number of Chaos warships is greater than before, the integrity rate is not high. This is the second advantage analyzed by Lothar.
It is impossible for the enemy to exert full combat effectiveness, and they can even force it to withdraw from the battle by focusing on one of the damaged warships.
As long as he continues to fight like this, Lothar believes he can gain the upper hand.
He can even accept the battle loss ratio of two ships for every ship that penetrates the Black Legion.
On the other hand, Eingra Speer had pushed the fleet to its limit. He knew that they had to dig a hole in the defense line and smash the support ships out of place. He almost came close in one of the areas. And it did - the Vengeful Spirit crushed its nearest opponent, a behemoth of a Dark Angels strike cruiser, and moved forward, firing on all cylinders, into the very center of the battle sphere.
But as a rift cannon from the Eternal Loyalty suddenly opened fire, the side deck of the Vengeful Spirit was almost penetrated. Although the machine spirit's early warning allowed it to escape the fatal blow, this also frightened Iongra Speer. It’s so embarrassing that I don’t dare to move forward with my thick shield and armor——
(End of this chapter)