From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

I just wonder if joyful creatures like orcs would have the emotion of having their defenses broken.

But as the warships of the Imperial Navy Fleet and Usadel joined the battle group, this plan had some minor flaws.

Short-distance jumps cannot form a jump force field to carry people, or in other words, they cannot carry warships without jump engines.

Therefore, if Si Ye still follows the plan and uses short-distance jumps to play tricks on the Orc fleet, then after the Ninth Fleet Group jumps away, the Imperial Navy and Usadel who hurriedly rushed over to provide fire support will become clowns.

"Your Majesty... would you like to continue?"

"If I continue, I'll be selling out my teammates."

Although it's a pity, the Imperial Navy and Usadel's original intention was to help, and Si Ye couldn't just sell out his teammates for the sake of momentary fun.

"Our shield system doesn't have the speed detection of the Human Empire's Void Shield. The Ork boarding torpedoes and drop pods shouldn't be able to penetrate."

The orc warships' counterattacks have so far failed to break through the fleet's joint shield, which is like the Wall of Sighs. The stacked seven-gravity force field effect and the identity authentication system's shield can effectively block all entities. Even if the orcs want to rely on the warship's ramming drill to play bumper cars, there is a great possibility that they will be bounced away by the shield.

"The information you provided indicates that the Orks also possess a somewhat unstable teleportation technology. Without activating Hyperlight mode, the space inhibitor alone will not be able to completely block the spatial pathways within the ship. There's a certain possibility that the Orks could use teleportation to board our warship."

Si Ye scratched his head. He was quite confident in the Star Sea Empire's space inhibitor, but when he thought of the green-skinned orcs' "I think" that did not quite obey the laws of physics, his confidence was not so strong.

"Come on, boarding is a necessary part of the 40K world anyway. Send my personal guards out. If the orcs really manage to board, have them retrieve the orc boss's head."

Sitting upright in his seat, Si Ye pronounced the fate of the orc warboss.

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Chapter 339 The battle is over

The Orc fleet's reckless charge did indeed bring an opportunity, an opportunity to get close to the Star Empire fleet.

As the structure collapsed and parts scattered, a huge explosion suddenly occurred on the Ork's largest flagship, blowing the already damaged warship in half. A large amount of debris hit the combined shield and was burned into balls of white light by the shield's ion layer.

The Warboss, at the cost of destroying his flagship, led his most capable men and bosses to activate the still unstable shipborne teleportation equipment, bypassing the joint shield and directly teleporting to the most powerful and domineering ship in his eyes.

The space inhibitor was automatically activated, and the warboss relied on the powerful waaagh force field to break through the space induction signal of the inhibitor and successfully completed the transmission. However, there were still a large number of greenskins mixed with heavy-armored bosses who were intercepted by the space induction signal and thrown into the cold universe outside the battleship.

Some lucky guys got hung up on the outer armor of [Endless Mountains], but before these greenskin guys could do any space walking with the help of the waaaagh force field, the activated nano-coating surged and devoured these greenskins completely.

"The greenskins are boarding, and we're here to support them..."

Usaville boarded the "Endless Mountains" with his personal stormtroopers and navy soldiers.

Their original intention was to help deal with the troublesome green-skinned orcs, but when they were led by the synths to the bridge to see Si Ye, the Emperor's Guards in power armor were holding a huge and ferocious orc head, displaying it like a treasure.

The Warboss did manage to board the ship with a group of orcs by teleporting them, but the time it survived on the warship was not as long as the time it took the guards to decide who would be the first to attack by playing rock-paper-scissors.

The warlord's powerful waaaagh force field did offset the Emperor's Guards' attempt to crush its head directly with psychic energy, but the next moment its head was chopped off by the Emperor's Guards who had the first right to attack with a monomolecular saber. The total battle lasted no more than 3 seconds.

Si Ye frowned at the giant orc head and rewarded the warboss's personal guard for beheading the orc: "... Very good, beheader, add two years to your service record."

The personal guard who presented the orc boss's head showed joy on his face, while his colleague behind him who missed the opportunity looked at his palms in frustration, hating his hands for not being able to hold up well.

Compared with simple honors and praise, the reward and punishment system of the Star Empire prefers something more tangible. There will be rewards for your efforts, even for the emperor's personal guards.

For soldiers, the longer the service record, the higher the salary allowance they will receive. Moreover, the extra two years of service record can allow this guard to receive special honors such as the Centennial Service Medal earlier than guards of the same period, which can be regarded as a disguised honor reward.

"…Take it away, and dispose of this head. It stinks. Disinfect and clean the entire ship."

Si Ye was not a headhunter, and the heads of the orc warlords did not arouse his collecting habit.

If this thing was some kind of relic that could provide a bonus to the Star Sea Empire, it would be fine, but since it was useless and smelled terrible, Si Ye naturally didn't bother to keep it as an eyesore.

"Lord Elfendor..."

It was not until the Royal Guards carried the orc's head to the incinerator that Usadel, who was in a daze, suddenly came to his senses and respectfully performed the Imperial Double Eagle Salute to Si Ye.

"Just call me Nighthawk. Your risk-taking to come and support me is commendable, but as you can see, the Cricket Alien is not yet qualified to threaten me."

A Rogue Trader's status in the Human Empire is equivalent to that of an Inquisitor or some important government officials, but facing the huge orc head that had just been taken away, even though Si Ye's tone was a bit condescending, Usadel and the Ministry of Justice officer behind him did not dare to express the slightest dissatisfaction.

"According to the racial characteristics of the Orks, the death of the leader often leads to a decline in the morale of all the greenskins, and they fall into a state of chaos without a leader."

Usadr cleared his throat and looked pleased.

"Doesn't that mean this battle is over?"

"It's almost over. The death of the Warboss didn't completely paralyze the greenskin fleets in outer space, which means there's still a second-in-command within this group of greenskin orcs."

The ground combat information sent back by Manstein jumped in the virtual window. Si Ye stretched and sounded a little tired.

"According to information sent back from the ground, the density of armored vehicles held by the orcs is very high. This green-skinned orc army should have a master technician specializing in scientific research. With the death of the warboss, the master technician should have taken over the position of warlord. That's why the orcs didn't immediately collapse in morale."

"Then we will immediately dispatch personnel to provide support on the ground."

"No need. The battle on the ground is almost over."

Si Ye waved his hand. Without the fleet in space, the green-skinned orcs trapped on the planet were just a group of trapped beasts. Manstein would handle everything and there was no need to worry about it anymore.

...

Just as Si Ye said, under Manstein's command and the army group's generous artillery fire, the Green Orcs' several counterattacks were fruitless.

As the encirclement was formed, the moving armored squads acted like saw teeth, constantly reducing the number of orc troops in the center of the encirclement and firmly suppressing them in the ruins of a fortress.

"Chamber Master Tiberus."

The Weepers who were assigned the mission of harassing and intercepting the flanks returned to the front line with the armored squad. Perhaps because the casualties in this mission were very small, Malakin seemed to be in a good mood.

"It looks like this battle is coming to an end."

Although the green-skinned orcs were still trying to break out, the fortress quickly built by the construction modules had already controlled the surrounding main roads. The new warboss who took over the command could only roar helplessly and struggle in vain.

"really,"

Tiberus nodded slightly, looking at the orcs fighting desperately on the battlefield, his tone a little strange.

"But the orcs seem to have a leader. Do you want our two regiments to join forces and strangle him?"

Malakin also saw the last batch of orc armored troops in the fortress ruins and the commanders of these armored troops from the tactical panel.

As an experienced and experienced Astartes, he certainly knew that as long as the big orc in the encirclement was completely killed, the crisis of the Velo Fortress World would be resolved.

According to past experience, in order to avoid unnecessary troop losses when gaining the advantage on the battlefield, the optimal solution is to let the mortal army provide fire cover, mobilize sufficient Space Marines for a rapid assault, and efficiently strangle the Orc leader. Therefore, Malakin extended an invitation to Tiberus for cooperation.

"Joint efforts to strangle? I don't think that's necessary."

The Lamenters were assigned to the peripheral battlefields because of their poor equipment, but Tiberus stayed in the main battlefield and witnessed the completely different combat methods of the army clusters under Nyx and the human imperial army.

He didn't think that Commander Manstein, who was known for his superb command, would issue such a heroic order to have the Space Marines launch a surprise attack to strangle the Orks. Looking at the Sabretooth tank troops gradually assembling around him, Tiberus felt that he had guessed right.

"High explosive charge, 3 base salvos."

As the command came through the headset, 12 Sabretooth tanks launched a volley at the last shelter of the green-skinned orcs, causing the ground to tremble and the sound to be deafening.

As the saying goes, good wine in a luminous cup, you and the bunker fly together.

[Sabertooth] The special double-barreled turret structure allows it to fire alternately left and right, and its huge weight can greatly increase or decrease the stability of firing after reducing the output of the anti-gravity engine, thereby ensuring that the firepower continues to stably hit the same position.

Accompanied by continuous booming noises, the ruins of the fortress were completely blasted into a depression, and a large amount of metal debris and dust floated in the air.

The Big Tech Master might be leading his young technicians to plan some desperate counterattack, but Manstein doesn't care. The three basic high-explosive bombs filled with explosive particles can wipe out everything, including the big things the orcs are planning and themselves.

The remaining greenskins suddenly began to flee in panic. When these happy creatures, which became more and more excited as they fought, began to flee, it meant that they had completely lost their ability to organize and fight back.

The battle is over.

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Chapter 340 Fearless Rebirth

Encircling and suppressing the remnants and clearing the battlefield had little to do with the Astartes. As groups of green-skinned orcs were burned to ashes by the Fire Badgers, Manstein issued an order to delegate command.

Rather than hunting down the scattered remaining greenskins, the Carcharodon Regiment was more concerned about the seriously injured Fearless Elders and Battle Brothers.

Earlier, when Manstein began to coordinate the command of all the troops, the Sharks, out of trust in Si Ye, left the Fearless Elder and his battle brothers, who had almost lost their combat ability, in the newly built field hospital in the rear.

Because the Space Marines were biochemically modified humans, the Sharks did not expect the field hospitals that supplied the mortal troops to be able to treat and cure their battle brothers. They only hoped that they could temporarily alleviate the injuries of these brothers and elders through a stable environment, and buy time for subsequent pharmacists to rescue them.

Tiberus led the team back to the field hospital, and under the guidance of the synths, they came to the ward where their battle brothers were housed. The Space Marines who were seriously injured by the heavy firepower of the greenskins were lying in a daze on the large hospital beds.

The penetrating wounds on their waists and abdomens have been repaired and bandaged, their torn legs have been sutured, the hormone disorders caused by excessive injection of vitamin supplements have been controlled, and their vital signs have been stabilized at a very good level.

"Chapter Master..."

Seeing Tiberus, the injured shark suddenly sat up with a look of relief on his face.

After the more fatal penetrating wounds were cured by a strange machine, with the physical fitness of the Space Marines, the injured Sharknados had actually recovered their combat effectiveness. After changing into a set of power armor, they could go out and kill another thousand or eight hundred aliens.

But without any special orders, the autonomous machine in the ward firmly fulfilled its duty of guarding the wounded and prevented these injured sharks from leaving.

The great Emperor Si Ye once said: It is difficult for human power to defeat machines.

The clean and lift strength of a Space Marine without power armor is less than 3 tons. Faced with autonomous machines that already have certain characteristics of industrial robots, the injured Sharknadoes could only be suppressed on the hospital bed in great frustration until Tiberius came.

"This craftsmanship... is amazing."

This is the pharmacist of the Carcharodon Chapter. He looked at the stitched wounds on his brothers' bodies and admired the exquisite stitching techniques.

"I'm glad you're okay. Where's the elder?"

Compared with the wounded, the condition of the fearless elders is obviously more worrying.

The Space Marines who could enter the Dreadnought had basically died once. Although the Elder Dreadnought was in good condition when retreating with the Contemptor Dreadnought, no one knew whether it was really in good condition or just a last-ditch effort.

"The elder was scanned by that strange... servo-machine and then taken away."

The humiliation of being suppressed by the autonomous machine made the injured shark feel very aggrieved. He wanted to subconsciously say something about the alien technology, but when he thought that these things belonged to the agents of the Emperor's will, the wounded could only turn the words around in his throat and change to a very euphemistic suffix to describe the autonomous machine.

"It was taken?"

Tiberus was stunned for a moment, and his tall body walked to the autonomous machine that was on standby and asked tentatively.

"Where is the Dreadnought that was sent with my Chapter members?"

Doodle

The autonomous machine beeped. "The target has been scanned and is in an abnormal physiological state. He has been sent to the critically injured emergency area. Beep, position correction. The target is in the new cabin area. Please follow me."

Hearing that the elder's physiological condition was abnormal, some of them were on the verge of tears, but the autonomous machine had already started moving. Tiberus could only follow nervously behind with the members of the regiment, praying for the Emperor to bestow his grace and not let anything happen to the fearless elder.