Chapter 1143 The Second Battle of Pandora (Central)
The wait did not last long, and the small ships at the forefront of the Imperial Fleet quickly detected hostile signals.
The latest signal comes from those Chaos Plundering Ships, which are hundreds, most of them follow the Black Legion's main fleet to fight the autumn wind from the eyes of fear.
Behind these small ships are larger ships, those are the real targets, with their axe-blade bows marked with the black legion mark.
At this time, Iengrasper was already standing on the secondary podium of the Revenge Soul, observing the final assessment of the imperial formation. The amber eyes shone under the gray-black eyebrows, and carefully observing the void, as if he would tear it apart with his own hands.
On the step deck below, the Black Legion soldiers looked up at him and waited.
All their expressions were tense with a desire for revenge, a desire to prove themselves, a desire to kill.
Iron Grasper clutched the iron fence tightly, leaned out, and crossed the bridge like the cave of the Soul of Revenge.
"start."
With a command, under the light of the overheated proge hole, the Black Legion's fleet ignited the engine in a series of sequences, activated the arsenal, and increased the attack speed.
First, the flanking cruisers swept across the edge of the battlefield, and their engines burned too much, trying to hit the target before the empire reacted.
The Revenge Soul occupies the central command position, and the four frigate formations protect it in all directions. The Unrest Resentment, the Red Glory and the Immortal Steel form a loose triangular formation on the combat plane, adjusting the angle to expand the main firepower perforation to the widest.
The gap between fleets narrowed, the formation of the Empire fleet remained unchanged, and each ship was close to another according to its main macro cannon range.
Instead of trying to catch up with the Black Legion's offensive speed, they maintained at a stable speed and united to form a classic lattice formation.
In space war, formation is everything. In the open void, the defense of a fleet depends entirely on its overlapping formation. Especially every warship of Astart is fierce and cruel, almost over-armed - they are forged to kill with all their might, and each warship puts firepower first, enough to carry out rounds of destruction from a long range.
By forming such warships into geometric formations, each warship protects the sides of other warships, which can achieve an exponential multiplier reaction. Therefore, most Astart fleet commanders tend to do the same as the gorgeous predator cluster, without leaving any opportunity for the enemy.
On the other hand, it is extremely difficult to break a defined fleet formation. Every captain in any battle group understands the importance of maintaining the formation.
Then all that is left is the competition between quantity and strategy.
Irongrasper believed that the number of warriors could give them an advantage, and although they could not compare to the firepower advantage gradually accumulated by the Empire, they could still surpass the other party in terms of courage.
Therefore, the vanguard of the Black Legion rushed over with a wild craze, rolling to avoid the incoming artillery fire - at this time the light spear of the Imperial battleship was already burning like a star.
The Empire's forward immediately began to retreat, still maintaining the chain formation, absorbing the initial offensive.
A few seconds later, the battleship began to fight.
The Revenge Soul took the lead in launching a volley, followed by a dense macro cannon on the side and a light spear of the frigate.
The fierce firepower immediately injured the flagship of the White Temple, Heart of Light. The series of attacks broke the void shield at the front of the battleship and bent the fine gold armor at the bow.
Irongrasper had previously ordered all commanders to overload the main weapon, and he would shoot a fierce punch at the risk of system overload to open the gap.
Soon, two more destroyers marked as Imperial Navy disappeared into the catastrophic explosion, their power systems overloaded, and the vortex produced by the explosion surfaced their deaths.
But this is not the main target of the raid.
Soon, the hangar doors of each Black Legion warship opened with hissing, blew wisps of oxygen into the void.
Waves of landing torpedoes rushed out of the launch tube, gathering and dispersing until they locked the target of attack.
Although the mothership was still at the attack speed, the gunship formation, which was the second wave of attack, was launched according to the pre-planned attack vector, with the side artillery of the mothership unfolding behind them.
Irongrasper had already taken his own move and ordered the fleet to enter a short-range raid. The small attack boat aimed at the giant beast in front of him and roared towards the target. The army's hope relied on them.
The Black Legion's Jump Hunting Group was launched from the flight decks within the first few seconds of the raid. The boarding torpedo and other similar species passed through the combat ball area, spinning through the plasma explosion, and the contemplators performed trillions of calculations to deliver them to their targets.
Although many were hit and destroyed halfway through, a considerable number of them still jumped torpedoes to find their targets.
Amid the disgusting sound of rupture, the torpedo hit the ship's torso, the head with the melting impactor smashed through several layers of armored decks, making a harsh scream like a banshee, and then crunched and stopped crunching as the tangle of melted iron.
The hot melt opened the fire, the clamp exploded, the bow door suddenly opened, and the whistling of the escape atmosphere overshadowed the thunder of the engine after the enlarged enclosed room.
The beasts bound in the cage broke away from the safety tools, took out the bomb guns, and rushed out of the burning gap. Their helmets and eyepieces shone red in the vortex of light and shadow.
"Kill the fake emperor and burn the Milky Way!"
These traitors appeared in the shadows of light and light, and their armor was dull under the gray lumen bar. The hunting group quickly cleared the defenders near the landing site. There were only mortals here, and they had no rivals.
Then, the jumping team gathered together to sweep the branch corridor.
But they had clear goals in their hearts, and the eagerness to revenge drove them to a more barbaric level.
The two fleets were already entangled and locked in a short-range battle across the void. A large number of torpedoes either hit the target or were knocked out, and a series of bright explosions lit up in front of the cordon of the Imperial Fleet.
The only counterattack of the Empire Fleet was to concentrate stable laser firepower, pass through a chaotic group of warships, and shoot at the main ships opposite. Lothar did not launch the Jump Gang team, and seemed to prefer long-range strikes, but in fact it was not the key to the problem. The key was that he did not have enough troops at all.
Irongrasper guessed correctly. There were indeed very few troops left on the orbit. Lothar could mobilize less than 300 troops, and they came from four battle groups respectively.
And these limited forces must be used to defend the most important battleships.
Therefore, Lothar has always carefully chosen tactics to keep the heavy warships in the core of the fleet at a safer distance, although the buffer zone in the middle is already full of burning frigates.