Chapter 597 The Curtain Slowly Opens, the Decisive Battle in the Gothic Starry Sky (I)

After three hours, the Imperial Navy's vanguard fleet finally completed all the rituals and set sail amid the sacred prayers of the Mecha God.

Relying on the light spears and macro cannons throughout the Blackstone Fortress, the main fleet of the Death Guard Legion did not dare to get too close, and the fleet that left the port initially was not surrounded and concentrated by the enemy;

The Imperial fleet, which was in a calm state, waited for a few more hours until the number of warships leaving the port reached a certain level, and then they slowly deployed their formations and slowly moved towards the main battlefield in the galaxy.

The Blackstone Fortress was no longer in place at this time.

As the most skilled in defense and naval warfare among all the legions, the Imperial Fists naturally took charge of most of the empire's fortresses, represented by the Mountain Phalanx;

Under their command, the Blackstone Fortress will also readjust its position and be deployed on the front of the galaxy battlefield.

So after successfully starting the tandem reactor in the propulsion zone, the Blackstone Fortress, which was as huge as the Phalanx, also broke away from the Lagrange point between Gothic and its first and largest satellite under the gradually increasing engine thrust.

Calvin stood on the upper deck of the Retribution-class battleship Medal of Honor. Through the tall Gothic church portholes, he saw the planetary world that occupied most of his vision;

And in the other half of the dark starry sky, there were flickering spots and light beams between the enemy and our space fleets on the battlefield on the other side of the distant galaxy.

It was another revolution cycle of the near-Earth satellite. The moving shadow of the Blackstone Fortress enveloped the entire area of ​​Calvin's fleet when the first satellite passed the direction of the fleet.

The Blackstone Fortress itself covered thousands of kilometers of body, and on the path of the fleet heading to the center of the galaxy, it created a short "artificial solar eclipse".

Calvin turned his head and saw Admiral Hobbs, who had regained his composure, had already devoted himself to his new role in this battle;

The several major generals and colonels around him were the staff and team of the newly appointed fleet chief of staff.

"You seem to be very confident in him." Calvin said to the people behind him.

And the general who had been waiting beside the Primarch, also reflected the equally luxurious emblems on his shoulders and cuffs against the background of the flashing spear of light outside the window.

"The general situation is like this. With you here and the evil he has done, he has no intention of fighting."

The navy uniform on Vasilev was similar to Hobbs's, but the difference was the iconic Lucius white on the lining of the uniform, which was also dark blue and almost black.

"As long as I don't make mistakes, he won't think about it again. As for the people below, the problems between us will only exist above the major general level, and the contradictions will not spread to the executive level.

You can trust our professional ethics. We are still soldiers of the empire first, so the struggle will only occur within a reasonable range."

"Very good." Calvin praised.

This is exactly what he is afraid of. Endless struggles will inevitably cause the contradictions between the soldiers belonging to the two factions to be completely expanded, thus affecting the combat effectiveness of the entire system;

And once this kind of thing gets out of control, whether it is in a wartime state or not, it is a comprehensive denial of the abilities of Vasilev, Hobbes, and even Calvin himself.

Fighting without breaking, this is the bottom line that Calvin can accept.

He is very happy that the generals headed by Vasilev and Hobbes are willing to abide by the rules;

And if this battle can be won, he doesn't mind taking one of them back to Terra after the war, and giving the loser a place to continue to display their talents.

The empire is small and cannot accommodate any fools who put their own interests above the overall situation; the empire is also large and can accommodate people who are capable and can do things.

"The fleet has been deployed and is expected to intervene in the war zone in two hours."

On the porch of the palace, a report from the command deck of the bridge in front sounded.

And this real-time message from the captain interrupted the work of the staff.

The subsequent corresponding data and files appeared on their data terminals together with the real-time updated information on the strategic sand table. And the soldiers of the staff are also intensively analyzing the dynamics of the battlefield.

The new combat plan, in the information reported by these busy personnel step by step, gradually formed a prototype of a plan with several options;

And when these plans were summarized to the level of major general, several deputy chiefs of staff also sent them to Hobbes, and then waited for his latest order.

But this is not something the chief of staff can have the final say, especially in addition to Vasilev, there are two great gods above him, the Fist of the Empire and Calvin.

He pursed his lips and looked up at the two of them, but he didn't say anything after all. And Vasilev, who was far away, naturally saw all of this.

So after a slight bow to Calvin, the admiral of the fleet turned around and left, and then walked towards his deputy and partner.

"Are you here?"

"I'm here, tell me about the situation."

The former's tone was complicated, and thousands of emotions were condensed in this short greeting; the latter's answer was gentle, but it was extremely clean and there was no trace of the expansion of power.

"Well... OK!"

Hobbes struggled for a moment, but finally let go of that thought.

He raised his hand to the holographic sand table, picked up the laser pointer on the metal fence, and then cleared his throat slightly, introducing the latest achievements of the staff to his chief officer.

The Death Guards' warships, along with the areas they are threatening and will threaten, are marked one by one by the staff behind them.

The Inquisition's fleet is fighting with a main force of the enemy fleet. As the Queen of Glory, the Silver Dawn obviously has a special attraction to the enemy;

Under the cover of the overwhelming small biological warships, the Death Guards' main fleet has maintained a considerable level of manpower and launched continuous attacks and advances against them.

Nova cannons, light spears, space torpedoes.

Red and scorching rays rise and fall in the space spanning tens of thousands of kilometers between the two fleets.

In the seemingly silent space, every moment there are void shield generators that are about to or have been overloaded because of the full-eye artillery fire, causing panic and wailing of the technical priests and crew members of the warships on both sides.

Interception, anti-interception, and blocking long-range bombing.

The imperial fighters and their opponents, spraying red tail flames, dragged dense and slender red and green lights against the dark background of space;

Thousands of elite pilots, on the countless open flight decks of the fleet, embarked on a road of death with no return.

The silent and cold space was also rendered with a touch of epic magnificence and tragedy by the demise of these lives at this moment.

And in the resistance to the subspace and even chaos that almost runs through the entire history of the human empire, all this is just a small and inconspicuous wave against the background of the demise of countless lives.

Bones by the river, people in dreams.

Calvin shook his head slightly, and finally drove away the weakness in his heart.

This is a naval battle, an alternative killing that is completely different from the directness and bloodiness of ground warfare;

This is an artillery battle, a battle that seems mechanical and cold, but is essentially more cruel than ground warfare.

Update.

ps: Calvin and I have become a daily routine, so I won’t explain it. Just to repeat again, it will never be abandoned, but it really won't be fast.