Chapter 855: Heading to Kamirate (2)

The pirates on the armed ship had been scared out of their wits by this sudden, overwhelming counterattack.

They had witnessed their companion ships exploding one after another, and their original greed and excitement had long since been replaced by terror.

"Retreat! Run!"

The scar-faced captain roared hoarsely, pulling desperately at the control stick.

But having pushed in too deep, he found himself firmly locked onto by two White Scars Cobra-class Destroyers.

What made their souls flee in terror even more was that the boarding hatch of the Cobra-class Destroyer they had originally boarded suddenly opened!

Squads of Tallarn soldiers, already prepared, wearing tan desert combat uniforms and holding Laser Rifles!

They were in tight formation, their muzzles aimed at the armed ship.

And in front of these Tallarn soldiers were dozens of immensely tall White Scars Space Marines wearing white Power Armor!

A White Scars Space Marine Sergeant in the lead, with a lightning emblem on his shoulder pad, issued a majestic voice through an external loudspeaker that went directly into the armed ship.

"Alien scum, while you still have some value. Drop your weapons and surrender immediately. This is your only path to survival."

"No... no! Fight them to the death!"

The scar-faced captain completely broke down and hysterically ordered them to fire.

The few remaining Close-in Weapon Systems on the armed ship spat tongues of fire.

But this was undoubtedly suicide.

The Laser Rifles in the hands of the Tallarn Desert Raiders immediately returned the favor, with Laser Beams firing in precise bursts, knocking those Close-in Weapon Systems silent one by one!

At the same time, the White Scars Space Marines moved!

They directly activated the short-range jump function of their backpacks, crossed the brief void between the two ships, and landed heavily on the crude deck of the armed ship!

Every roar of the Bolters in the hands of the White Scars Space Marines meant one or several pirates were torn to pieces by the high-powered bolts.

Their Chainswords easily sliced through the defensive lines formed by the pirates; whether it was metal plating, the various armors on the pirates' bodies, or even the naturally hard shells of certain alien species, all were fragile before the Chainswords.

The Laser Guns of the pirates hit the Power Armor of the White Scars Space Marines, mostly leaving only a little scorched mark; occasionally, an attack hitting a joint could only make these Space Marines' movements lag slightly.

The Tallarn soldiers followed closely through the boarding tunnel of the armed ship, clearing out every cabin and eliminating any resisting pirates.

The pirates had also launched frantic counterattacks, even using certain dangerous alien creatures or self-destruct devices, which indeed caused casualties among several Tallarn soldiers.

A young Tallarn soldier was hit in the face by a pirate's Plasma Gun, leaving not even a scream before a headless corpse fell to the ground.

Another Tallarn soldier was cleaved through the shoulder by a dying Craftian with a Disintegration Axe while clearing the engine room...

But the line of the Tallarn Desert Raiders did not waver in the slightest.

The wounded were immediately dragged back, the gaps were quickly filled, and everyone's eyes held only a firm will and Loyalty to the Emperor's great ideals.

Soon, the resistance inside the armed ship gradually thinned and finally fell silent.

The door to the Bridge was ripped open by a White Scars Space Marine.

Inside, there remained only that scar-faced captain and a few pirates of different species, scared out of their wits and huddled in the corner.

The scar-faced captain still wanted to raise his Pistol, but the Space Marine just stepped forward, easily crushed his wrist, snatched the Pistol, and threw it aside like trash.

"The Khan orders to keep a few valuable living captives."

The White Scars Space Marine's helmet lens swept over these few survivors.

"You are very 'lucky'."

Several pirates were trembling so hard they couldn't even speak.

They looked at these well-trained warriors before them, looked at the strange Double-Headed Eagle Emblem on their Armor, and looked at the wreckage of their companion ships that had not yet dissipated in the void outside the Bridge; while filled with fear, a question also arose in their hearts.

These people... who exactly are they?!

This fleet... where does it come from?!

In this star sector, when did such a terrifying, powerful, and well-trained force appear?!

It feels like they could fight against that arrogant purple-skinned navy of the Fengqi Star Alliance!

Soon, these few surviving pirates were put in magnetic shackles and escorted to the "Fengchi" for interrogation.

Jaghatai Khan stood on the Bridge, listening to his subordinates report the battle results.

Four enemy ships were completely destroyed, one damaged armed cargo ship was captured, and several prisoners were taken.

Friendly forces suffered minor damage, several Astra Militarum soldiers were killed or wounded, and no Space Marines were killed.

Jaghatai nodded with satisfaction.

This sudden encounter, though insignificant, was like a perfect warm-up, testing the fleet's reaction speed and combat effectiveness, and also slightly satisfying his desire for speed and the hunt.

"Treat the wounded first, and properly preserve the remains of the martyrs."

He ordered, then cast his gaze back to the navigation chart, pointing in the direction of the Kamirate Xingdai.

"The small interlude is over. Now, let us go attend to business. Full fleet, maximum speed! Target! Kamirat Outpost!"

"Let us send a 'greeting' from the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance to the 'watchdogs' of the Fengqi Star Alliance!"

The White Scars Fleet traveled at high speed through the sea of stars.

The brief encounter with the space pirates just now did not affect the fleet's speed; instead, it made the atmosphere of the entire fleet more condensed.

Inside the tactical Command Center of the Lunar-class Cruiser "Fengchi", Jaghatai stood before the Holographic Star Map, arms crossed, watching the constantly updating course data and the situation in the surrounding airspace.

"Khan,"

A sensor operator suddenly reported, breaking the silence in the command room.

"At 0.3 light-minutes ahead, a weak engine signal has been detected! Signal characteristic analysis... matches a Fengqi Star Alliance scout ship! Quantity three, in standard reconnaissance formation, course partially overlaps with ours!"

Three faint light spots lit up on the Holographic Star Map and were automatically marked as hostile targets by the system.

Jaghatai raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he spoke.

"Oh? Fengqi's 'eyes'? It seems we are not far from the 'hunting ground'. Have they discovered us?"

"The other party seems to have just finished a short-range space jump, and their sensors are in a cooling-restart state; currently, they show no signs of active scanning. But according to their standard patrol procedures, in at most five minutes, their active sensors will cover the current area of our fleet."

Five minutes. Enough to do many things.

He could not let these three "eyes" transmit the existence and movements of the White Scars Fleet back to the Kamirat outpost cluster.

A surprise attack relies on being sudden.

"Order the port side to dispatch three Cobra-class Destroyers! Before they can react, knock them out for me! Be fast, be clean, be thorough! I do not want any stragglers sending even a single word of warning to the rear!"

"By your command, Khan!"

The Communications Officer relayed the order.

Soon, the three Cobra-class Destroyers separated from the fleet and flew rapidly toward the three Fengqi scout ships that had not yet sensed the approaching danger.

Watching the Destroyers sortie, Jaghatai finally moved his gaze away from the star map for a moment.

"Bring one of those pirate captives to the Interrogation Room. Start with that Human who looks like they can talk the most."

He instructed the White Scars Space Marine beside him, then strode toward the ship's Interrogation Room.

The waiting time before the hunt was perfect for passing the time, and perhaps, incidentally, squeezing out a bit of extra information.