For the past two months, this Imperial Fleet has been like a group of crocodiles lurking at the bottom of a river, constantly guarding the outer edge of the star system.
Their sole mission is to block the Orks reinforcements arriving from the Dorito System and prevent them from attacking the Brevis System.
Aside from the occasional small-scale skirmish, they almost never launched an attack, remaining so well-behaved that the Orks on Carl II nearly forgot they existed.
If it weren't for the weekly waaagh GP points tournament keeping them hooked, these bored guys would have already grabbed their guns and rushed out to fight the shrimp.
But this time, these "well-behaved" shrimps pulled off a most insidious surprise attack.
They timed the start of the new round of the waaagh GP points race perfectly, at which point Carl II had more than a third of the Orks.
Everyone was crowded in front of the various competition venues and live broadcast screens, their eyes completely drawn to the competitors on the track.
Even the frontline outposts are now down to just a handful of people.
The main force of the Imperial Fleet first launched a feint attack from the front, drawing away the remaining defensive firepower.
At the same time, a fast fleet was dispatched to block the only route from the arena to the various front-line ports.
They blocked the Ork Boyz who wanted to return to help, keeping them firmly on their way.
Meanwhile, their main fleet took advantage of the window of weakness in the defenses of the Carl II and broke through the outer defense perimeter.
A large number of landing craft and escort ships drove straight in and rushed into the middle layer of the Carl II.
They did not rush into action for personal gain, nor did they intend to breach the core area of Carl II in one fell swoop.
Instead, they focused all their firepower on the core facilities of the space station.
Ports were bombed into space debris, and frontline anti-aircraft turrets were uprooted.
The recycling pond, piled high with ore and waste, was blasted into pieces, even the few remaining large Squig ranches on Carl II were destroyed.
It was also blasted apart by the beam of light that fell from the sky, and countless farmed Squig were reduced to charred remains in the explosion.
For the Orks, who live off scrap metal manufacturing and simmering, this destruction is far more deadly than killing millions of bastards.
The entire Carl II was thrown into unprecedented chaos.
The powerful figures of each clan were frantically shouting for their men to return to their aid, but the route back was firmly blocked by the expeditionary fleet.
The boys who charged forward were blasted into dust wave after wave by the Macro-cannon.
Sith, who was stationed in the core area, suddenly opened his eyes from meditation when he sensed the explosion in the middle layer area, and the Psychic Power fluctuations instantly swept across the entire core area.
Ignoring its not-yet-fully-recovered body, it grabbed the staff beside it, ready to personally tear the horde of trespassers to shreds.
Just then, the Hokage Clan's mobile force, which had been lying in wait on the outer edge, began its operation.
Five hundred purple Hokage assault boats, like five hundred ninjas lurking in the darkness.
Using its noisy engines to disrupt the Imperial Fleet's long-range scanning, and taking advantage of the asteroid belt as cover, it silently circled around to the rear of the Imperium attack fleet.
That was their supply line, a troop transport flotilla consisting of ten escort ships.
Ammunition and troops are being continuously supplied to the landing forces at the front.
The expeditionary fleet commander was "completely" surprised that these Orks, who always charged head-on, would actually use a flanking maneuver to sneak up on the enemy's base.
Until the noisy engines of the assault boats roared into the air, the Void Shield of the first escort ship was blasted apart by concentrated fire.
They only realized then that they had been stabbed in the back.
"Fire! Blow these shrimp's ships to scrap metal!"
Toothy sat inside the assault ship, holding a megaphone and shouting battle cries at the top of his lungs.
Although he was just Gretchin, he stood ramrod straight with five hundred top-of-the-line assault boats following behind him.
Five hundred assault boats opened fire simultaneously, and a barrage of lasers and shells rained down on the Imperium's escort fleet.
These assault boats were built to top-of-the-line firepower, and the combined firepower of 500 boats even suppressed the counterattack firepower of ten frigates at one point.
The Void Shield of the escort ships flickered wildly under the frenzied bombardment, eventually dissipating into particles of light.
The ship's hull was torn open by laser cannons, creating huge gashes that stretched across space.
What made the expeditionary fleet even more desperate was the Boarding Torpedo of the Hokage Clan.
These weapons, Waaagh!, the Mekboy whiz, have a 50% chance of ignoring the Void Shield's interception.
They passed directly through the energy barrier, randomly teleporting the kid inside the torpedo into the hull of Imperium ship.
As the alarm sounded on the frigate, a group of yelling Hokage kids, armed with machetes and pistols, appeared in the ship's corridor.
The Orks ' boarding maneuvers are one of the most terrifying tactics for the Imperial Navy in the entire galaxy.
The boys didn't care about casualties; all they cared about was waaaagh and the battle.
They were slaughtering the shrimp on the ship and damaging the ship's control systems and engines.
Moreover, they did not encounter those terrifying Tyranids again on the Imperium ships.
In just over ten minutes, three frigates were completely crippled in space by these boarding brats.
No one knew that this exhilarating raid had depleted Lynn's own resources.
But he also knew the saying, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub."
They traded the loss of several escort ships and some supplies for the reputation of the Hokage Clan on Carl II.
The Imperium landing forces at the front quickly discovered the changes happening in the rear.
With their supply lines cut off, ammunition and reinforcements could not be delivered, and the Orks reinforcements at the front line arrived one after another, launching a fierce counterattack.
If we continue fighting, we will only be attacked from both sides and wiped out.
The commander of the expeditionary fleet had no choice but to grit his teeth and issue the order to retreat.
What was originally a one-sided surprise attack was turned around by the Hokage Clan's tactic of attacking the back row.
When the Hokage Clan's assault boats returned to the port of Carl II, escorting a wrecked Imperium frigate, the entire planet's Orks were in an uproar.
Those big shots who had previously mocked the Hokage Clan as all show and no substance are now completely silent.
The champions on the track can only make the youngsters cheer, but the heroes who defeat the weak on the battlefield can earn the genuine respect of the Orks soldiers.
The Hokage Clan, overnight, became the most talked-about clan in Carl II Orks's eyes, enjoying unparalleled fame.
On the day the battle ended, Luna couldn't wait to contact Lynn.
She thought Lynn's planned raid had completely failed, and as soon as the call connected, she began to mock him with a gloating tone.
"Yo, our ' Kerry Von' Grand Commander, is this your surprise attack?"
"You didn't even get close to the core of Carl II, and you were driven back by a bunch of Orks? I thought you were some kind of big shot."
But to her surprise, the voice coming from the other end of the communication was not Lynn's, but a cold, emotionless female voice.
Is it childish or not?
Rena's voice came through the communicator, filled with undisguised disdain. She hung up the call as soon as she finished speaking.
On the other Rule of Discipline, Luna froze, her gloating expression instantly turning red.
She had never heard that voice before, but the disdain in its tone made her both ashamed and angry.
Luna slammed her fist on the control panel in front of her, gritting her teeth and cursing:
"Damn Lynn..."