Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords! - Chapter 506

Chapter 504 06.0503: ‘Realistic Sail Age Naval Guns’

“It’s aliens! They are approaching the Epic!”

The sailors guarding the dock had just put down the folding barricades and barbed wire at the stairs, and two sergeants were about to light a cigarette each, when the sailor on the platform shouted.

Everyone immediately put down their work, picked up the guns leaning against the wall and rushed to their positions.

The sailor returned to the shooter’s position, pulled the bolt of the heavy bolt to load it, and soon he saw an unbelievable scene: “God Emperor! Why are there so many?!”

After seeing this incredible number of Kroots with their own eyes, the sailors defending in the corridor were greatly shocked.

Leidos fired first and gave the order with practical actions.

The fire from the muzzle of the laser and heavy bolt illuminated the wall near the docking port.

The leading adult Kroot fell to the ground like rice being cut.

The tinnitus-inducing sound of firing burst out, echoing in the wide cathedral-like cabin, and finally reached the ears of the garrisoned sailors. Soon, the soldiers could only try to see what the officers were shouting through their vision.

In addition, they could only know which direction to focus their fire from the gestures of their swords.

But the Kroots did not choose to launch an attack from only one place. In fact, the figures of these aliens’ raids were heard from all directions.

The returning troops had an encounter with the Kroots who were specially sent to contain them. After a moment of casualties on both sides after the encounter, the naval officers and soldiers suppressed them with regional numbers and firepower advantages.

In front of the docking station, the aliens who rushed close enough raised their guns, aimed at the sailors and fired.

The shooting of those strong men was extremely accurate, just like the Astartes, with extremely high accuracy and reaction speed.

After a precise volley, a sound of falling to the ground was heard on the platform.

Many people were shot in the head by the pulse guns, and before they could even groan, they became headless corpses hanging on the breastwork.

“Take over the battle position! Cover each other!”

“Go! Go!”

The sailors guarding the stairwell were driven onto the platform under the orders and the sergeants’ shoves.

They hastily pulled down the corpses with terrible dead faces from the ceramic breastwork, pushed away the bodies of the heavy weapon shooters who were killed by concentrated fire, and refilled the battle positions. After a short interlude, they once again sent the song of destruction to the aliens.

This time, they fired more carefully from the shooting holes, trying to use the thick ceramic breastwork to block a few pulse beams for themselves, and added thick ceramic baffles in front of the heavy bolter, which is only used by automatic guns.

But doing so did reduce their own shooting accuracy.

Under the suppression of the Kroot gunners, the garrison platoon, which was already at a disadvantage in numbers, was suppressed to the point that they could not even raise their heads. As long as they showed their helmets from behind the breastwork, they would be hit by pulse rifles, and there was no need for rescue.

As a last resort, the garrison platoon could only raise their guns and blindly shoot at the bottom.

“Reload the heavy bombs!”

The shooter shouted, which meant that there would be a short firepower gap next, and the return fire from below would be more unscrupulous.

A sailor who was hiding behind the breastwork looked down from the visual firing hole, ready to raise the rifle with the energy block replaced to shoot again.

“Gah! Ha!”

An ugly and ferocious ghost face, like a fierce ghost, suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was only separated from him by a board on the ceramic steel breastwork, and they looked at each other through the gap.

“Wow!!!” The sailor was caught off guard and retreated in fear.

Then he stabbed the laser gun barrel out.

“Get out! Get out!” He shouted as he pushed the barrel of his gun against the Kroot’s water ghost face.

He roughly pushed the barrel into the ghost face’s eyes, then decisively pulled the trigger to shoot the head of this abominable alien, and the orange-yellow sticky liquid splashed everywhere, sticking to the brand-new high-quality heavy bulletproof armor.

Just as the sailor was about to push the body hanging on the marble fence to block the shooting hole, a pulse gun with a sickle-shaped blade under the barrel suddenly stretched out from below, and suddenly chopped the sailor’s forehead with a knife, and the curved blade inserted from the top of the head and came out from his mouth that was still open due to fear.

The Kroot who had already rushed to the bottom of the platform exerted force and hooked the body down.

“They are coming!”

“Stairs! Stairs! Aliens are trying to climb over the barbed wire!”

“Put up the swords and bayonets! Put up the swords and bayonets!”

The sailors stationed on the upper platform pulled out the 80-centimeter-long straight-bladed short sword bayonet from the scabbard at their waists, and used it as a sailor’s knife to poke out from the gap between the porch and the shooting hole, trying to stab the climbing Kroots down.

The sailors stationed at the stairs below stood behind the breastwork, equipped the naval rifle with a bayonet, extended the reach, and stabbed the Kroots who tried to climb the barricades and cut the barbed wire.

Seeing that the garrison forces on both sides were shrinking and they could not protect themselves, Chief Kroot shouted and asked his most elite subordinates to march towards the docking port of the Epic.

When they took out the explosives and prepared to blow up the explosion-proof hatch of the Epic’s docking port, the huge hatch opened by itself.

This was very abnormal, but the leading Kroots were in high spirits at the moment, and they rushed in without thinking too much.

The chief in the rear had no way of knowing this and failed to notice anything unusual.

Lati stared at the wall of closed-circuit televisions in front of her leisurely, scanning the images of the Kroot rushing into the Epic from the surveillance array, and the corners of her mouth curled up even higher.

——

Outside, the leading Kroots have already poured into the Epic, their blood-stained feet stepping on the gray-black deck of the Epic, making the deck, which is kept clean on a daily basis, dirty.

‘Raising the turret’

As the hatch on the deck opened, the square lifting platform on which the Wolf Spider automatic turret was placed rose from below.

When the unknown biometric heat signal appeared in the monitoring array of the Wolf Spider automatic turret, a small piece of the data board in Lati’s hand changed from green operating data to bright red warning data.

‘Alert: Alien invasion detected’

‘Firing status adjusted: cease fire-fire’

Two Wolf Spider automatic turrets equipped with double-mounted heavy bombs turned their muzzles towards the straight corridor.

Bang bang bang!

Fierce firepower was fired at the Kroots who were rushing in without regard for ammunition consumption. After a heavy bomb made a big hole in a Kroot’s body, it could still fly forward until it hit the second Kroot following closely behind and exploded. The dense firepower and the scattered fragments turned the corridor into a bloody killing field.

The barrels soon became red and hot, raising the nearby air to a high temperature, making a hissing sound.

The Kroots were not fools. They tried to hide immediately after being hit, but the docking port was designed by Lati. There was no protrusion here for human-sized creatures to hide, so the Kroots turned around and could only lie down and fight back, shooting at the turret.

When the dense ion beam barrage came.

Click!

With the crisp sound of gunfire, the elevator lowered the turret with empty ammunition again.

The Kroots attacking the Epic seized the opportunity to pass quickly, and divided their troops to rush forward and backward – those who rushed into the front would occupy the bridge, and those who rushed into the rear would occupy the engine room.

Although the turrets were lowered, the Kroots did not relax their vigilance – they did not know when these turrets would continue to rise, and they did not have heavy explosives to blow through the telescopic doors on top.

Therefore, someone had to be left on guard to blow them up with explosives in the middle of the turrets.

Standing behind the safe closed-circuit television, Lati looked at the corpses left by the aliens, and then looked at them squatting on the turrets, and smiled with satisfaction.

The screen on the closed-circuit television wall showed a group of Skitarii combat teams running quickly.

In the Epic’s rear hangar.

“Wow, little Fasha, look, this red robot is so cute.” Curious Veronica circled around the motionless Castellan mecha like a cat.

“Round and chubby, does the Mechanicus have such a cute robot? I wonder if I can get one too.” She poked the solid steel shell of the mecha with her finger and said with stars in her eyes.

“Don’t look at it! We still have something to do. Hurry up! Drag the laser cannon over here!” Anya Fasha led the pilots and guided the heavy servitors to drag a heavy laser cannon on a trailer to the designated location, with the cold muzzle facing the gate.

This is a laser cannon removed from a Fury Interceptor.

It has been set to the lowest scattering power by the mechanical priest, like an oversized shotgun. The output energy is not enough to penetrate the thick metal bulkhead, but it is extremely deadly to any infantry unit within the fan-shaped range of 100 meters in front.

The pilot sisters of the Skyhawk Squadron also learned about the enemy’s attack on the Epic. The rear hangar is very close to the docking port, and those Kroots will definitely come here.

As officers and pilots, they are the main users of the hangar. Under Fasha’s leadership, they also joined the defense and had to defend the hangar where their own aircraft was located at all costs.

“Fix the gun!” The ground crew locked the two sides of the cart between the fixed brackets with a makeshift metal structure, turning this laser gun into a bombardment gun similar to the one installed on both sides of the warship in the sail era.

(The author took a photo of the 24-pound naval gun in the admiral’s bedroom of the Victory sailing battleship.)

(The 32-pound naval gun located on the lower gun deck is the heaviest gun on the ship. If the sea conditions are high, the gun door will be closed to prevent seawater from flooding in.)

(Historical loading method and personnel configuration.)