Amid the interwoven barrage of fierce artillery fire, the warships on both sides continued bombarding one another. The battle situation was extremely unfavorable for them.
Spike frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on the terrifying scene before him as he silently considered a response. He knew that if this stalemate continued, they would be placed in an extremely passive position.
Their squad's mission was to breach the spaceport's defenses and allow Astra Militarum soldiers to enter the planet, reclaiming the territory occupied by the heretics. Only once the defenses within the heretic planet had fallen could the heretic naval fleet be attacked from both front and rear.
At last, Spike made a decision. He turned to the Chaplain beside him and said:
"Continuing to trade fire like this won't work. The situation is very unfavorable for us. I'm preparing to lead the battle-brothers of the Fifth Company in a boarding assault. You will command the battle here."
After hearing Spike's words, the Chaplain likewise studied the battlefield and quickly nodded in agreement. He understood Spike's thinking. Only such a risky yet decisive tactic could possibly break the current deadlock.
However, the Chaplain did not want Spike to personally lead such a dangerous mission. He shook his head, rejected Spike's proposal, and said firmly:
"Captain Spike, you should continue commanding the battle! Leave this boarding operation to me."
Spike was briefly taken aback, then fell into a short period of thought. Several seconds later, he looked up at the Chaplain's resolute eyes and finally nodded.
"Very well. Since you insist, you will lead the boarding operation. Be careful and end this quickly."
Having received Spike's permission, the Chaplain gave him a heavy nod before swiftly turning and leaving the bridge.
Immediately afterward, he led fifty battle-hardened Blood Angels Space Marines aboard five