He looked at the starport fortress before him, fallen now into a very raging inferno.
Five T3 Judicator-class Heavy Interstellar Missile Ships, a full 75,000 interstellar missiles — all of it come down upon this one great hulk.
In the span of a few short minutes, this starport that had held tens of millions of souls was turned into a fiery-hell burial ground.
"Reporting, Lord Commander — in obedience to orders, we have destroyed the important channels and the defensive-weapon installations upon the target starport. By our estimate, all of the target starport's channels are destroyed; the 1,300 interstellar warships docked within the starport are, one and all, unable to leave port. Of the defensive weapons upon the starport fortress, close to 95% are destroyed!" The wolf-girl Baixue reported her battle-results to the Commander, an air of excitement between her brows.
"Nicely done. Next, interstellar supply ships will be arranged to resupply you with interstellar missiles. This campaign has only just begun," Zhao Chen said with a smile.
The wolf-girl Baixue grew all the more worked-up; she said in her excitement, "No problem! So long as the Commander gives the order, I guarantee to turn the combat targets into blazing 'stars' shining across this whole cosmos."
The comm with the wolf-girl Baixue ended for the time being.
Zhao Chen looked toward Secretary Lilith, at his side.
"To finish resupplying the five T3 Judicators with interstellar missiles — how long will that take?"
"This time we've brought 10 T3 Virgo-class Heavy Interstellar Supply Ships; with two seeing to the resupply of each, the efficiency is greatly increased. By estimate, half an hour will get the five T3 Judicators' interstellar missiles fully reloaded."
"Half an hour… that'll do." Zhao Chen nodded, satisfied.
He looked toward Charlotte.
"Carry on with this fine show."
"Yes." Charlotte fixed her gaze around that burning starport, where a great mass of Black Wolf tribe interstellar warships had already welled up.
These were precisely the reinforcements come — the two Black Wolf tribe legions.
Originally there had been close to 6,000 interstellar warships, but of them, 1,000-odd had been in the starport for their rotation, rest, and resupply, and at this moment… were still in their dying struggles.
The Black Wolf tribe's Eighth Legion commander looked, both eyes furious, at the burning starport fortress before him, and roared aloud, "Just whose accursed interstellar fleet is this? Who gave them the gall to raid our starport fortress!"
"Lord Commander, latest word! At the time the starport fortress was raided… there were two… there were two T4 Butcher-class Medium Interstellar Destroyers docked within the starport… and now… the channels are blocked; they can't get out…" the adjutant answered at his side.
Pfft—
The Black Wolf Eighth Legion commander spat out, on the spot, a mouthful of old blood.
Two!
Two T4 Butcher-class Medium Interstellar Destroyers!
These were T4-grade interstellar warships they'd procured, with no small effort, from those few Warhammer magnates.
Who could ever have thought these T4 interstellar warships would, before they'd even been folded into a fleet, come to fall in such a setting as this?
This Black Wolf commander's heart turned to dead ashes.
For one must understand!
The Wolf-King Starport Fortress had been raided and wrecked while it was under the garrison of their two legion fleets; once the chieftain returned, he was bound to come settling accounts with them.
Exalted though they were as legion-fleet commanders, set against the worth of a starport fortress and two T4 interstellar warships — they knew full well how they would end.
"Die! Die! These accursed interstellar warships — every last one of them must be destroyed for me!" the Black Wolf commander roared and bellowed.
He swept a great hand through the air.
"Contact the Ninth Legion fleet's commander at once; without fail, we're to wholly annihilate these under-400 interstellar warships before us. At the same time, order every interstellar warship that can be mobilized round about to be drawn over here for me. The instant these interstellar warships try to flee, block them for me! Don't let a single one so much as think of leaving here!"
This Black Wolf commander glared, eyes round; this was, now, his one and only chance to redeem his fault by merit.
To his way of thinking: 5,000 against 400.
The odds of victory lay with him!
But very soon, he came to regret it.
These were no mere 400 interstellar warships — these were, plain and clear, one monster after another!
The T3 Imperial-class Heavy Interstellar Battleships took the very lead, opening fire without pause from the first and reaping down Black Wolf's T3 interstellar warships; even with their star shields held up, these Black Wolf T3 interstellar warships simply could not withstand so much as a single shot.
And at the same time, a sky filled with interstellar fighters brought the Black Wolf tribe — who had all along looked down their noses at carrier starships — to understand, once and for all, just what was meant by the terror of being utterly dominated.
Watching the interstellar fighters and interstellar drone swarms come sweeping in like so many locusts, the Black Wolf commander looked on, wide-eyed and helpless, as several of his T3 interstellar warships were finished off by these "little fellows" — without so much as a chance to fire a shot.
"Report — the enemy's interstellar warships are far too strong in combat power… and there are a great number of T3 interstellar warships!" the adjutant reported, tense.
The Black Wolf commander clenched his fist.
"They may have a great many T3 interstellar warships, but our interstellar-warship numbers are many too! Bring out our stock-in-trade — all T2 and T3 interstellar warships, full-speed thrust; make ready to conduct the boarding action! So long as we close on the other side's T3 interstellar warships and break in through the enemy hull armor, our warriors can turn the battle around!"
"Yes!" The adjutant relayed the order at once.
The Warhammer-style boarding action commenced.
Speaking of the Warhammer Interstellar Commonwealth's line of interstellar warships, there was one further feature to them — namely, that for the sake of the boarding action they'd specially developed two technologies.
The first was several one-time booster engines that very nearly every class of interstellar warship would be fitted with, which could, in a short span of time, raise these interstellar warships' speed several times over!
The second was the "special missile" known as the choice weapon of the boarding action.
This sort of interstellar missile would not explode; its body was divided into two sections — one section held several combat squads of fighters, and the other section was the warhead.
The warhead was exceedingly sharp, its whole purpose being to pierce directly through an enemy ship's hull armor.
And this warhead had, besides, one special function: after piercing into the enemy ship's hull armor, it would splay and extend outward!
For all the world like a flower coming into bloom.
This, too, could carve out a route for the combat squads within the missile behind it to break into the enemy ship's interior.
Of course, this method carried a very high loss rate.
Fire off 100 such interstellar missiles, and perhaps under 10 would succeed.
As for the Warhammer soldiers inside the rest of those interstellar missiles — how they ended may well be imagined.
Beyond that, the Warhammer Interstellar Commonwealth's warships were especially fond of mounting ramming horns.
Of 10 interstellar-warship classes, eight had ramming horns.
"Report — the enemy fleet is thrusting in fast; they must be making ready to conduct with us the boarding action they're best at!" a subordinate reported.
Charlotte smiled at the corner of her mouth, and said with disdain, "Boarding? Are they even fit for it? Order the T3 Triceratops to spread into formation — let these small-fry get a taste of the terror of being defeated by the very tactic they most revere."
200 T3 Triceratops-class Interstellar Heavy Assault Frigates accelerated their passage to the very forefront of the fleet; seen from afar, the densely teeming ramming horns were for all the world like a forest of steel spikes.