Ao--
The moment the plasma flashed, a huge hole nearly two meters deep in the abdomen of the insect nest was torn open, and a large area of ​​burnt internal organs flowed out, and the battle axe that had lost its energy also fell to the ground with a snap.
Falzad took the opportunity to rush over, and the hot melt pistol opened its mouth to the tyrant's knees and avoided the slashing bone blade. Then he grabbed the tyrant's flexible whip with one hand, gritted his teeth and roared, and then directly pulled the whip off. Due to the effect of gray graft, the tyrant's chitin was covered with a layer of white frost.
"die!"
The third company commander punched the tyrant's body, smashed the opponent's body, then raised the power battle axe and slashed the opponent's neck hard.
In response, the tyrant swept over with a bone blade, but because the angle was wrong, he just slapped Falzade on his body. After losing his psionic power, it turned out to be a dull stick, which just knocked Falzade out for more than ten meters. However, the third company commander rushed up again quickly, and this time he punched the tyrant's left eye, who was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath, and then grabbed the other party's bloody eye socket and dragged it down hard.
"Let you invade my ship! Let you kill my crew!"
The axe and fist rained on the tyrant's head until it turned into a pool of illusory minced meat and exposed its skull, Falzade stopped because he found the tyrant dead.
He looked behind the tyrant, and several huge transparent holes were smoking, which was the effect of Sabrin's hot melting fire.
With a cold snorkeling, Falzad raised his battle axe and chopped off the tyrant's head.
However, long-term use of gray graft also consumed his physical strength greatly, forcing him to lean against the corpse like a tyrant hill, gasping violently, and breathing out a mouthful of cold air.
"Company Commander Falzad, we are here to reinforce the fleet commander. Non-commissioned officer Kasatti has brought people to the power cabin."
Falzade just snorted, then stood up and picked up the plasma battle axe.
"Bahram is really worried. Does he think I am so weak that I can't solve these little troubles?"
Sabrin didn't say anything, but Li Lin was already muttering on the channel.
"It's such a thing that kindness is not rewarded. I don't say a word of thanks, and I'm still crazy here."
By this time Falzad had turned and walked to a mechanical priest who was working hard to work near the contemplator even in the chaotic war...
"What's going on with the battleship now?"
"Reported to the adults, the survival rate of the artillery decks on both sides is less than 17%, 26% of the artillery suffered severe damage, and only 7% of the facilities on the main weapon deck on the ship's ridge were damaged, but the power lines were seriously damaged, 81% of the areas have been powered off, and the firepower level of the entire ship has been reduced to 22% of the ideal state, which can be concluded that it has basically lost combat power."
"Damn it!"
Falzade hit the railing next to him with a force, looking very angry.
"Sir, the flagship's communication request."
"catch."
"How is the situation in the third company commander?"
"I'm still alive, but the Triumph is no longer possible, so I can only withdraw from the battle."
"allow."
Suddenly, Falzadeh changed into a very serious tone.
"Bahram, if you continue to conquer this way, the legion's family will be completely compensated."
"I know..."
"Retreat, take time to withdraw the ground troops, and the rest give the emperor the kindness."
Hearing Falzad's words, Bahram was mixed with feelings, and his eyes looked at the sliding loss report.
[Rogon-class high-speed light aircraft carrier Cobalt Blue Stone, sunk]
【Moon-class cruiser Nasson Blade, sinking】
[Tyrant-class cruiser Holy Shield, lost its combat power]
[Martian battlecruiser Triumph, lost its combat power]
[Viper-class missile destroyer Agate Stone, sinking]
[New Star Frigate Red Copper, Sinking]
.....
It has been 19 hours since the battle. Two main forces and 15 small ships have sunk on the central fleet. Another 4 main battleships and 23 small ships have basically lost their combat effectiveness and have to withdraw from the combat sequence. The left and right wing fleets have also lost more than twenty warships during the continuous battle.
But these are not the most dazzling ones. Next to the loss of the warship, there is also a row of sliding red lists. It is the situation of the Space Marine personnel. So far, 176 Space Marines have died in the counter-jump gang operations, of which 64 people were added to the Light Star Knight and the White Temple.
"Company Commander Talos, now..."
Bahram, who was pale and sweaty, pursed his lips and looked at Talos, who was always calm. The other party hugged his chest with his hands, withdrew his gaze from the tactical instrument and looked at the other party.
"Why, shaken?"
"Do you know how the Eighth Legion was easily broken by the First Legion like a glass smashed?"
Bahram had no idea that the other party suddenly pulled the old legion, so he could only shake his head.
"At that time, we lost the command of the Primarch. When the fleet of the First Legion suddenly appeared, everyone did not know whether to fight or run. However, as the loss rose, escaping became the consensus of most people. Everyone began to think about how to reduce their losses. Even if the Primarch wakes up later, the situation is irreversible. Bahram, the loss is not scary. What's scary is that you can't tell whether the loss brings victory or failure. What's more terrifying is that the loss immediately shakes the will. I support you because I believe in your ability. Even now, my point of view has not shaken at all. So what about you?"
Bahram raised his hands and rubbed his eyes with his palms.
"Company Commander Talos, I'm very scared now. My hands have been shaking since the beginning of the war. Every message and every loss I see is like a complaint, accusing my incompetence and failure. I don't know how to face the commander of the battle..."
"So, have you been shaken?"
After a moment of silence, Bahram put down his hands, his face turned into a fierce and decisive expression that he rarely showed in the past, and his fist hit the tactical instrument hard.
"No! There are billions of lives here! The Emperor testified that if we abandon them, why do our weapons fight? And it's far from time to admit defeat!"
Bahram seemed to have made some decision, and then he turned on the communicator.
"Senior Kayang, can you determine the location of the real nest mothership?"
In a moment, Kayang's slightly tired voice came from the communicator.
"...When I tried to find that eye in my tentacle, I felt a fear from the soul, and I even felt that this fear was looking at me coldly from the distant void, which was endless hunger...Bachram, I do not recommend you take risks like this, because when I was exploring it, it was also exploring me, it would guess our intentions and set traps."
"The Extreme Warriors are the ones who kill the real mothership and let the Hornet fleet kill each other to win. This is our only chance!"
Chapter completed!