In the jungle of death where the stormy artillery fire of the Tyranid Empire fleet intersects with the biomass shells of the primitive insect swarm, countless dexterous and fast fighter planes shuttle in the shadow of the large battleships with the extremely ferocious small primitive zerg.
A ship like the Valkyrie frigate is just a small boat in the stormy sea.
There has never been a human fleet in the Koprulu sector that could reach such a scale, and there has never been a war like this in the history of Terran humans that could compare with it.
The empire's supreme commander, General Edmund Duke, always looked down upon the world, as if he had already secured victory.
The flagship Norad III's bridge windows were swept by artillery fire. From time to time, huge space torpedoes and ATVX missiles flew past rapidly. The lattice defense system on the ship's ship was using lasers to intercept all kinds of strange and strange missiles that were speeding by.
A primitive zerg projectile that spat out highly corrosive acid that landed on the energy shield and flew in all directions.
The battlefield is littered with debris and stumps, and the rate of loss of life has doubled.
The Imperial fleet, which is well versed in the doctrine of firepower superiority, has always had the upper hand. Imperial engineers who designed new warships adopted many groundbreaking ideas in the Minotaur class, such as more laser cannon groups for targeting small and agile raiding ships.
Secondary guns and additional missile launch bays.
Higher speed, stronger artillery, thicker armor, significantly increased hull volume and affordable cost make the Minotaur-class the new-class battleship of the Tyranid Empire. And the newer-class Gore
The Tribute-class prototype Vulcan is said to have firepower as great as divine punishment.
As for Augustgrad's Pride-class battlecruisers, there are very few of them, only about eight. They are battleships personally commanded by the Emperor of the Tyranids. Some components are not even mass-produced and can only be manually stamped and welded by engineers.
In comparison, August's Pride has more powerful firepower, and its more powerful plasma cannon is enough to kill the Minotaur in an instant.
An unknown number of artillery shells were poured onto the battlefield in just over twenty minutes. Used in orbital bombardments, this fleet could destroy cities in an instant.
This did not cause ripples in Duke's heart. He had seen more cruel scenes than this. When the Protoss Empire and the Insect Swarm broke out with Aiur as the center, the boundless fleets and the boundless war spanned multiple countries.
galaxy.
"Except for the USS Bennett, USS Thomas, USS Flash, and USS Indomitable Will, which were unable to keep up with the fleet due to damaged hulls, the jump engines of all warships are ready," Scott said.
A picture like this popped up on the main screen of Norad III. The jump technician in the cabin was making final preparations, while the other picture showed the drone assembly platform in the armory.
"Confirm the jump coordinates for the last time, listen to my command and prepare to jump with Norad III." Duke ordered while looking at the mechanical watch in his hand.
Not only battlecruisers as capital ships, but also large frigates, destroyers, and small Viking fighters and Wraith fighters all have different types of jump engines. Although the distance is limited, it is enough to keep up with the short-distance jump of the fleet.
On the tactical headquarters simulated with three-dimensional images, the mighty primitive zerg army was still arriving through the constantly opening wormholes, overwhelmingly rushing towards Duke's Imperial fleet.
The swarm of Srivan, the mother of the primitive swarms, is the largest primitive swarm and wins mainly by sheer numbers. In contrast, the Ash Worm swarm of Yagdra consists of a large number of fire-breathing worms that can spit out flames.
Zulwen's swarm is composed of powerful ancient primitive zerg and their most powerful offspring in countless centuries.
At this moment, the number of the Srivan insect swarm is close to 100 million, and judging from the calculation of the observation results of the trajectory of the huge original insect swarm, this is only a part of the original insect swarm.
However, these insect swarms are not enough to occupy the Bracken galaxy. In the three-dimensional universe, they are just a point emitting heat in the darkness, and they are pink krill accumulated in the ocean.
On the screen, these flashing red lights are attacking the Imperial fleet in dense numbers. Even if the Imperial fleet's firepower has a clear advantage, in the eyes of the primitive zerg, the opponent is still the defender.
This does not mean that the primitive zerg swarms, like their distant relatives, ignore losses and never fear when attacking. The nature of seeking advantages and avoiding harm is also reflected in the primitive zerg. The difference is that they only succumb to the strong.
Marshal Duke would not stand here stupidly waiting for the enemy to attack. He spent most of his fifty-year-old life charging into battle, and even if he only had two landing craft in hand, he would still adopt an offensive strategy.
As far as the distance between the Imperial fleet and the mother of the swarm Slivan is currently half a star system, the Yamato cannon has a certain chance of hitting Slivan. However, what Duke wants is a precise hit rate, but what he wants is to concentrate his firepower on
A single blow kills in an instant.
So Duke's plan is crazy. Just like in the past, he's ready to jump in his enemy's face, slap him in the face, and walk away.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Duke decided to smash the entire fleet directly into the opponent's face. And if Jim Raynor was leading the army, he might choose to abandon the Bracken system and pretend to retreat, and then fight against the inevitable swarm of primitive insects.
There are many traps along the way.
Despite this, Duke is not a brainless fool. When he confirms that the situation is over, he will try his best to escape. He just likes to firmly hold the initiative on the battlefield in his own hands.
"But what should we do if the battleship is too late to catch up?" Lieutenant Colonel Scott asked.
Obviously, if the fleet makes a jump, the remaining ships will soon be exposed to the terrifying and ferocious fangs and claws of the primitive insect swarm.
Unless the damage to the hull is extremely severe or the jump engine compartment is punctured, it is impossible for a capital ship to be unable to keep up with the jump. This shows that the health status of the ships Scott just mentioned is already very bad.
"Once the primitive insect mother realizes that its life is threatened, it will shrink its population to protect itself, and our people can evacuate safely." Duke just looked at his watch.
Even if Scott didn't explain them one by one, Duke could still count the number of crew members on the four battlecruisers. Although the hull is larger and there are more systems, the number of crew members on the Minotaur-class battlecruiser is not the same.
It may not necessarily be more powerful than the behemoth, but a superior artificial intelligence-assisted operating system can make up for the shortage of manpower and optimize unnecessary positions.
The Minotaur-class battlecruiser has a carrying capacity of between 4,000 and 6,000, usually around 4,000, including some Marines. The sinking of a battleship will take away many lives, and the first
The quality of the fleet's crew is the best, and it takes more than just time and money to train them.
"If this doesn't go as you expect," Scott said hesitantly.
This is a simple and easy-to-understand truth. Everything cannot develop as Duke expected. If Slifan did not do what Duke expected, tens of thousands of people would be reimbursed.
Edmund Duke was the most experienced admiral in the Imperial Navy, not even Horace Warfield, which was why Emperor Augustus Mengsk entrusted him with such an important mission.
Duke's upper and lower limits are very high. When he is strong, he can force Tassadar back, but when he is frustrated, he cannot even defeat the pirates. Sometimes it is difficult for him to see the enemy's traps clearly, and he is even worse at seeing people.
Using soldiers like a god has no use for Duke at all.
"The Empire will remember their sacrifices, and the Emperor will shed tears for them." Duke's face was cold and expressionless. He was the kind of villain who would abandon his subordinates and run away. He was the opposite extreme of Warfield.
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"Prepare to jump, countdown command 10." Duke said.
"For the Empire." Scott made a prayer gesture: "For the Emperor."
The whirlpool of time and space flashed away in an instant, and the moment when the imperial fleet flagship Norad III took off seemed to be infinitely stretched by time, but there was not a single ripple.
This was a signal. About 6,000 battleships and fighter planes of various models, including battlecruisers, took off at the same time. Hundreds of thousands of Imperial Navy soldiers loyally and without hesitation carried out the Marshal's order. And it was the Imperial Navy's training that
It is a sign of good morale and high morale. Generally speaking, such an order will probably cause a mutiny.
This huge and epic scene left the primitive zerg at a loss. It took them probably a few seconds to figure out what was happening. Only super primitive zerg with psychic powers have the ability to jump in deep space.
And this primitive zerg is extremely rare among this group.
The imperial fleet jumped over a dozen astronomical units in an instant, like a giant sword thrust into the heart of the Slivan swarm. The leaping battlecruiser even smashed many of the battlecruisers at the jump landing point.
The original zerg.
Immediately afterwards, deadly orange single chains poured out from the Imperial warships, and thousands of missiles and space torpedoes were ejected, including super nuclear bombs capable of detaching hundreds of tactical nuclear bombs.
The weapons that poured out immediately cleared a huge empty area in the center of the primitive insect swarm, and the battlefield was reversed. The concentrated imperial fleets lined up one after another, forming a fire network facing all directions.
This is Duke's attack, a simple and straightforward fleet-faced attack.
Edmund Duke was good at using the advantages in his hands and would not hide them.
This devastating fire strike immediately exploded in the center of the primitive swarm, and even aroused the fear of some primitive zerg, causing them to flee in all directions. Judging from the wisdom of the primitive zerg still remaining in tribal competition, this
It's really hard to understand.
Humans may be one of the strangest races that the original zerg have ever encountered. They can be very united and sometimes rescue the old, weak and sick even at the expense of many people, but sometimes they are very cruel and kill countless people casually.
compatriots,
Marshal Duke's flagship Norad III is at the forefront of the fleet, surrounded by countless primitive zerg. Those ferocious primitive zerg have the characteristics of both dinosaurs and insects, and some are as gorgeous as twinkling lights.
Some of the silver plankton are Komodo tyrannosaurs with huge mouths. The only common feature is that they are dangerous and ferocious.
Lieutenant Colonel Scott had seen a similar scene in the Marine Aquarium in Augustgrad. Outside the huge glass curtain wall, all kinds of strange aquatic creatures were lying on the glass with grinning teeth, doing their best.
He stretched out his tongue with all his strength, trying to reach the human inside.
They are so enthusiastic that they want to integrate humans with themselves.
A primitive flying snake leader whose body was as long as Norad III tried to use its long tongue tube to stick to the battleship's shield and pull it towards him. Surprisingly, it almost succeeded.
But other small primitive flying snakes that tried to imitate just smacked against it.
The energy shield of Norad III only lasted for more than ten seconds before it began to fail. A slight shaking indicated her situation.
But Duke didn't have time to order someone to bring him a glass of Tarsonis brandy. He was so confident that he would win.
Matt Horner uses his troops cautiously, but Duke is just a prodigal on the battlefield. If Duke has a table of chips at the gambling table, he will definitely press them all.
The huge primitive zerg leader Slivan is in the center of the bridge porthole. He is indeed a super monster the size of the moon, a broccoli with a ferocious mouth at its root.
Now, this monster with a bloody mouth is screaming out of fear. It is not a sound, but a scream of the soul that can go straight to the soul. Just such an attack put hundreds of crew members on the Norad III on the spot.
Fainted.
Even so, the translated language is still a poetic curse.
Countless primitive zerg surrounded and protected their great mother, as if they were at the center of a whirlpool.
After devouring the brainworm, Srivan's wisdom also increased. It shrewdly hid outside the range of human battlecruisers, using the offspring clinging to its World Tree-like body as a barrier.
The main guns of more than one hundred and ten Terran Empire battlecruisers were aimed at Slifan, and the same bright light flickered from the huge muzzles.
"Fire," Duke said.
A beam of compressed nuclear blast penetrated the distance between Norad III and the mother of the swarm Slivan, and all the primitive zerg along the way were reduced to ashes. The power of the Yamato cannon of the Minotaur-class battlecruiser is
Three times the size of the original version, enough to penetrate the Alexander's armor.
This was a volley of Yamato cannons. More than a hundred beams capable of destroying cities and compressed nuclear explosions bombarded the huge body of Srivan, the mother of the swarm, and the explosion caused instantly burned to death countless descendants of Srifan.
Slifan is probably the first individual creature to enjoy this kind of treatment. The previous record holder was the flagship of the old Federation fleet, and she survived the sixth round of Yamato cannon.
More than a hundred, enough to destroy the city of Tarsonis twice.
The roar seemed to still be echoing in Duke's ears, and these Yamato cannons were just opening the way for the fusion missiles behind them. Each battlecruiser carried a large number of fusion weapons, enough to destroy the mother nest worlds of multiple insect swarms.
Under the continuous bombardment, Srifan's skin was immediately torn apart, his crowned back was torn apart, his body was almost split into two, and blood spurted out like a torrent from a mountain stream.
But even so, Srifan is still alive, but has become weaker.
Suddenly, the primitive insect swarm no longer attacked the imperial fleet, but flew towards Srivan. This scene was horrifying, like a swarm of ants rushing towards syrup.
"They didn't collapse," Scott said.
"But they didn't avenge their mother either," Duke said.
Srivan's descendants are hungry for their mother's flesh and blood, and one of them will take his place.
I feel so bad about not being able to post pictures in this chapter...