In his experience, when the main gun fires, there's a crackling electrical feedback all around the tank.
The static charge will lift energetic dust fragments from the armor plating, causing the hair on the back of all crew members' necks to stand up.
Lucian Shiros could have joined the battle more safely behind the infantry, but the terrifying destructive power of the Malcador heavy tank was too powerful to resist.
On the grainy image board in front of him, a structural wall had been destroyed by a superheavy tank's main gun.
The tank's firepower is enough to wipe out a dozen xenos, even their savage war machines, and there's no way a makeshift defense can stand against it.
In the smoke, he saw corpses tumbling out of the ruins, alien green corpses.
Some of the guys even started to burn, filling the air with a pungent smell of spores.
Half an hour ago, they took a transport ship and invaded the battleship directly from the open flight deck. The surrounding enemy ships, because they suddenly lost their top command, were at a loss and were beaten by the imperial squadron. They had basically lost their control. In order to resist, they are trying every means to escape from the battlefield.
And their flagship was abandoned directly on the battlefield, like a dead fish.
The Chapter Leader's order is simple: control the main area and then kill all the aliens inside.
This was not a very difficult task, but due to the resistance that might be encountered, Soshyan still promised Lucian to let his armored battalion participate in this battle.
The goal is to clear the flight deck of resistance.
Lucian, leaning half out of the tank turret, couldn't hear the alien's scream, but he wished he could.
His ability to enjoy the pain of his enemies has become somewhat savage.
At this time, a green light lit up beside him - the shell loading was completed.
"Advance in assault formation."
He picked up the walkie-talkie and began to direct the surrounding armor to rush deeper into the flight deck.
The flames surrounded the tank, making Lucian feel a little hot, so he pulled open his collar with force - not only because of the external heat, but also because his blood was boiling inside.
"Kill! Kill all the aliens! Crush them to death!"
The tanks hammered their way through the hastily built fortifications of the green skins. Groups of green skinned boys held their heads and fled from the path of Malcador's heavy tanks, because their weapons could not dent its thick armor at all. Since you can't resist, you can only run away.
As they fled, volley after volley of heavy bolters cut them down, while volleys of lasers and solid projectiles sawed through their chaotic ranks.
Hot blood spurts from the alien's exploding corpse like a geothermal geyser.
"Kill! Kill hard!"
Just looking at it was not enough. Lucian took off his coat, rotated the compound bolter mounted on the turret pivot, and then pulled back the safety lever.
The round made a satisfying click and he pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang——!
The recoil of the compound bolter is extremely ferocious, and it is only suitable for mortals like them to use it when it is immobilized, and can be aimed at the enemy with a stable trajectory.
Amidst Lucian's wild laughter and roars, the fleeing greenskins exploded into flesh and broken bones.
Hearing this laughter, Kent in the tank not only shuddered, he always looked like a gentleman commander, but he didn't expect to have such a crazy side.
He even doubted whether the superior officer would kill him as well if he was nearby.
It's possible at this time.
Through the periscope, Kent saw that there were still some greenskins holding their ground.
The weapons they use are not bad in terms of quality and effectiveness, but the organization has been defeated, and the occasional act of bravery cannot change the situation.
Kent destroyed them with a single bombardment.
On the turret, Lucian, who had used up one magazine, watched his tank battalion rumble past the last hellish fortification at the end of the flight deck.
On both sides of him, two Malcador heavy tanks rushed forward on the hastily built berm in tandem, thundering down with thunderous power.
Those enemies who held their positions were either crushed under the tracks of the tanks or buried in the dust.
The infantry squad following the tank fired dense lasers, while shoulder-fired missiles circled above the enemy with fiery trails. The number was dazzling.
The assault team used assault guns to straf the exposed enemy formations and broke through the bunkers. The assault team followed them and ended the sporadic resistance with bayonets and rifles.
The data pad at Lucian's hand was covered with a layer of tactical information, and the silver icons stuck to the enemy's defenses like a fist, and they easily captured this part.
The real fortifications are one kilometer ahead, and those complicated ship passages are the bastion of greenskin resistance.
When fighting against each other in a small space, mortals like them don't have such a big advantage, or in other words, the disadvantages are more obvious.
But they are not needed in those places.
Because they have more powerful masters, the Space Marines of the Empire, and the intelligent control legions under their command.
They would dig out the greenskins from every corner of the battleship and eliminate them like they were cleaning up the garbage in a house.
Lucian was proud of this.
In the cold void, the killing began to slow down.
The greenskin fleet no longer existed, leaving only dying and dead warships on the battlefield.
The squadron had stopped firing on the victims, as if the intensity of the previous engagement had depleted their ammunition stocks.
The surrounded greenskin remnants still fired at the enemies in all directions, but the squadron did not care about these minor injuries, just as easily as a bull trampling a dog into the soil, crushing the weak resistance of the aliens.
Some of the warships that were once human warships but were captured and modified by greenskins still had some landing pods attached to them, like fleas on a cow. The Astra Militarum who had just escaped from death immediately fell into a tense gang-hopping battle. .
The landing force would typically charge directly into the plasma reactor chamber, destroying the engines and suffocating the ship.
Then they will leave.
After both the life support system and the artificial gravity system fail, the icy void will embrace the ship's hull, and finally everything will fall silent.
After the war, the Mechanicum's salvage fleet will come here to inspect each battleship to confirm whether any of them can be saved - after all, every capital ship is a valuable asset to the Imperial Navy, especially in This is an era of increasing conflict.
The resistance gradually weakened and the number became smaller and smaller. The greenskins in desperate situation gave full play to the stubborn character in their blood. They fought until death and fought against humans with immortal rage. Even when the battleship was completely destroyed, they Still unleashing unyielding artillery fire.
"Sir, the enemy has been completely defeated. This is another great victory."
On the bridge of the squadron's flagship, the Holy Spirit Prayer, Lieutenant General Yarrow watched the replay and deduction of the massacre on the screen. There was neither pleasure nor satisfaction in his eyes, and the surroundings had also become quiet.
The adjutant who had finished reporting the battle situation had left, and no one would bother him again.
He just tasted victory alone.
The main Greenskin fleet has been destroyed, some escaped and jumped into the warp, but most of the warships are now smashing, burning and floating in the void.
Combat data rolled across the tactical panel, telling the story of this sudden and complete victory, and also analyzing the losses in this battle.
It was almost a perfect victory.
Almost--
A message scrolls again on the panel.
From Astral Knights.
"Damn it!"
With a deep roar, Vice Admiral Yaro smashed the screen into glowing fragments with one punch, then stood up and walked out of the silent bridge.
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