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Chapter 2884 Death Strike

Two seconds later, the screen switched again, this time to infrared heat source images and sound wave detection images. From this perspective, you can see that there is actually a huge cave network with a depth of more than a kilometer below the fortress, and there are many caves inside.

A high-temperature heat source is like a plant with a huge root system, and what is exposed to the ground is actually just the tip of the iceberg.

"The ones on the ground are mainly defensive weapons. Its real hatchery should be hidden underground. It has realized that our long-range weapons are powerful."

Then Soshyan turned his head and smiled at Arash:

"Fighting Tyran is, in a sense, like playing cards. Not only do you have to see the opponent's tricks, but you also have to understand the opponent's psychology, and then understand the opponent's hand. Fortunately, I have good luck in playing cards.

It’s not bad.”

Arash smiled slightly and whispered:

"Come on, legion commander."

Soshyan turned around immediately.

"Mark, pass my order, and the specially-organized missile regiment will immediately attack the location of the discovered Tyranid incubation fortress."

"yes!"

After Mark turned around and left, Arash asked:

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​moving...ship missiles to land for use?"

"I originally wanted to use the Adeptus Mechanicus' Death Strike Missile, but this thing is too troublesome to use. It requires a lot of rituals, and... to be honest, the effect is mediocre. I also consulted the short-term technician on this point.

, they said that their plasma missiles can be used in the atmospheric environment, and the speed is nine times that of Death Strike. There is no possibility of interception by the flying Tyranids, so I asked the Mechanicus to make some modifications to the guidance method.

A special missile regiment was established, mainly to deal with the large land weapons or super giant units that the Tyranids might build, and to test the feasibility of such a force. It is still used in the name of direct death strike."

As he spoke, Soshyan raised his head and looked at the transparent glass dome. A black missile with a triangular head spewed blue plasma rockets across like a meteor.

Not long after, he vaguely heard a muffled thunder-like echo coming from the distance, and at the same time felt a slight vibration under his feet. Many people in the headquarters were aware of it.

"Commander, the results of the attack are out."

Mark hurried over and transferred an image to the screen.

I saw that the earth that was originally covered in deep purple filth had turned into a concave mirror that was about to crack. There was almost nothing on it. In the center was a large pit with a depth of more than 500 meters. The scene was very shocking.

After Arash was stunned for a moment, he said:

"This is not... a plasma missile."

"Of course not. Plasma missiles are effective against armor, but their damage capabilities are not optimal, so I chose... a fusion bomb with a yield of 60 million tons."

Soshyan paused, shook his head and sighed:

"But even like this, we haven't completely eradicated it. Tyron is really a very troublesome thing."

Just as he was talking, Arash noticed that a smaller rocket flew into the crater, but when it hit the ground, it burst out not with flames, but with a rapidly expanding green cloud. Then the ground began to change color. As the leader of the White Templar Chapter,

Arash immediately realized what it was.

"wildfire!"

"This is the only way to get rid of the root. At least it can make Tyron give up this hatchery. This is playing cards, one for you and one for me..."

Soshyan walked slowly to the tactical map and pointed to the ocean.

"So it is likely that it will build a hatchery in the dead ocean later, or far away from our detection range, which will be difficult to find."

Then, he lowered his voice and said meaningfully in a slow tone:

"The victory or defeat of this battle is not here. Everyone's life depends on the actions and speed of Brother Malaki. I trust him, and I hope he can trust me."

"Captain, the command from the flagship of the battle group orders the twelfth cruiser squadron to maneuver and fire towards the C2 hemisphere to suppress the enemy's escape space."

In the simple militarized bridge of the Huangquan-class heavy cruiser, Chinedo Silva, who took office as captain, looked away from the tactical instrument after hearing the words of the communications officer.

"Convey instructions to other ships in the formation."

At this time, the captain no longer had the vague and gloomy temperament he had during the maelstrom. After completely getting rid of his identity as an illegitimate son, he now only has the courage and calmness of a naval captain.

When he first joined the Astral Knights, he only served as the captain of a Lunar-class cruiser, but compared to his previous role as a destroyer captain, he had already made a huge improvement.

After working for less than ten years, he was transferred from the original ship and became the captain of a new warship.

Chinedu is not unfamiliar with the Huangquan class. The defection incident of BF/67-A, an experimental ship, is almost a must-learn chapter in the ideological and loyalty education class at the Naval Academy. But he did not expect that one day he would be able to control this "

The "infamous" model, although most of the weapons' problems were caused by people, it still gave him a sense of absurdity.

However, an order is an order, and a more powerful warship also means a broader battlefield. Chinedu Silva is often called a "gladiator" by his colleagues, not only because of his superb swordsmanship, but also because of his ability to

He is warlike and is also known for his aggressive tactics of quickly cutting into the enemy's side and below to shoot at close range when commanding ship operations.

It's not that he really likes close combat, but his personal tactical philosophy is that when there are a small number of enemies, he must prioritize reducing the number of enemies to avoid being attacked from multiple directions. As long as the firepower is strong enough, he will be defeated at close range.

It doesn't matter.

In a sense, the Snake King suits his taste. This pure light spear ship has extremely terrifying long-range firepower, and due to some "experimental" technology, its shooting frequency is faster than the average light spear of the Empire.

A lot, which was also the original design goal of the Huangquan class.

As for how Huang Quan No. 8 achieved such technical indicators, only Omnisiah or some other god knows.

Moreover, as the first result of the cooperation between the battle group and the Huangquan No. 8 Navy, the Snake King also received Soshiyan's personal intervention. Therefore, during the expedition, the Snake King also became the twelfth cruiser detachment. In addition to the Snake King, this detachment

In addition to the ship, there are also the Dreadnought-class light cruiser [Thunderbringer], the Endurance-class light cruiser [Bronze Shield] and the [Defender].

At this time, they were on the far right side of the third battle group of the fleet, and the flagship of the battle group was naturally Eternal Loyalty, and the commander was Lothar, the fourth company commander of the battle group.

The entire strike fleet was arranged into three spherical battle groups. Each battle group was centered on its respective flagship and surrounded by powerful battleships. Most of them carried the symbols of the Astral Knights and the White Templar, with the symbol of Tears.

The central battle group with the mother number as the flagship is the core of the entire strike fleet, and corresponding to it is the Tyranid fleet group that is like a bloated and wriggling piece of meat.

As soon as the Tyranids' tentacle fleet entered the Longobardi system, they pounced on those vibrant worlds like hungry predators. However, the limited residents here had already evacuated, and the Tyranids could only digest those with vitality one by one.

A world with enough biomass to grow itself.

Just when it was about to devour the last world, the empire's fleet suddenly arrived.


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