Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 102 The Inevitable Sacrifice

"Go! Fuel room!"

Seeing that the core strength of the orcs at the scene was completely wiped out, and the remaining defeated soldiers were already routed, Calvin said to the gray knights who were finishing the work on the scene.

He walked towards the passage in front of the engine room first, and the fuel room was located less than one kilometer away.

"Call the bridge."

Calvin used the communicator in his hand to initiate a communication with the command post on the bridge.

"Please speak."

"Mark the hidden ammunition storage point on the way from my current position to the fuel room. My soldiers need to replenish ammunition."

"Received, the transmission of information is now beginning."

The entire team of gray knights also happened to catch up with Calvin at this time.

After hearing the content of his communication with the headquarters, the Gray Knights spontaneously began to count their ammunition base while marching.

The entire gray knight formation began to automatically adjust on the move.

The servo system inside the Power Armor keeps an eye on the status of these Emperor Angels.

Because the excitement of the adrenaline secreted by the battle had just passed, trace elements and electrolytes were spontaneously drawn from the reserve system in the power armor and injected into the bodies of the gray knights.

They don't have time to repair like a mortal army, so using the wartime reserves in the power armor has become a natural choice.

When passing through the defense lines of the mortals, these heavily armored giants with a height of more than 2.5 meters were almost the same as before the war.

The sense of strength and security brought by their burly bodies under the silver-gray power armor made these mortal warriors who had just been rescued from the orcs full of pride and confidence in the Empire.

Calvin didn't stop his steps, he said to the recovered captain officer as he walked:
"Leave enough manpower for vigilance, and the remaining people will build a backup line of defense 200 meters back based on the terrain. The battle is not over yet, and you have no right to relax until we clear the entire black ship."

"Follow the order!"

The young captain, equally agitated, bowed his head in submission.

And when he raised his head, the figures of the gray knights had disappeared into the heavy metal corridor.

While marching, the gray knights seized the time to familiarize themselves with the general terrain of the upcoming battlefield from their respective data terminals.

The data transmissions from the bridge had arrived, and in their helmet visors there was a full [-]D image of the topography and general situation of the fuel chamber.

The battle terrain here is slightly better for the defender than it is in the engine room.

At least there is no maintenance channel, which is prepared for the passage of large equipment, which makes the defenders a headache.

The only large-scale material transportation channel is behind the defenders leading to the engine room, and Calvin and others came from here.

Apart from a few narrow passages facing the orcs' attack, there is only one main road to attack.

However, this passage with a width of less than 10 meters and a length of 200 meters is really not conducive to the attacking orc side.

They already smelled the defender's malice just from the arrangement of the double-mounted laser guns at the end of the passage.

After a few simple attempts to attack, the orcs who had dropped more than a hundred corpses on the passage switched to piercing tactics.

On the front passage, the suppressive firepower of the orcs has been continuing, and the charge launched by the heavy equipment—the ancient giant garbage is still continuing.

But the orcs' attacks were no longer limited to the frontal battlefield. The cabins on both sides of the passage covered by the positions began to be blasted one by one.

They gambled that the strength of the black ship must be insufficient, and the reinforcements would not be able to arrive anytime soon.

This kind of low battle loss, but high time cost explosive raid tactics has room to play.

And once such tactics are implemented in place, what awaits the defenders is a death charge that cannot be stopped after getting close enough.

That is absolutely unbearable for the defenders of this company and the position composed of this heavy weapon.

As the walls of the room behind the bulkheads on both sides were approached by the sound of explosions again and again, the expressions of the officers of the defending army also became grim.

withdraw?Beyond this intersection is the large passage just mentioned, and there is no danger at all.

And the heavy firepower that has been deployed here, such as heavy logging guns, is easy to handle.

However, it is simply unrealistic to transfer the automatic turret that has been commissioned and debugged to an organizational system.

How to do?The captain looked at the political commissar and several sergeants around him who were still unable to make up their minds.

If the reinforcements can arrive on time, then anti-puncture is not very necessary.

And if the reinforcements cannot arrive on time, this bloody and tragic tactical operation will buy precious time for the entire company to complete its mission.

Sacrifice is inevitable, but sacrifice must be meaningful.

This is where the captain's entanglement lies.

The sergeants also understood the captain's concerns, and they didn't let the political commissar push the company commander into a passive position first.

The sergeants first proposed the tactic that the captain knew, the political commissar knew, and they knew, but no one was willing to take the initiative to mention it.

"Cutting through, prepare for hand-to-hand combat."

One of the sergeants said calmly, and the other sergeants agreed with silence.

"Okay..." the captain said with a soft breath.

The captain didn't need to make specific arrangements for the next thing, the sergeants who had practiced many times on the ship knew the key points of this tactic clearly.

The sergeant major who returned to his own position began to mobilize his manpower, gathering the most combat-effective veterans in his hands.

The recruits looked at the squad leaders who were lying next to them and picked up the grenades beside them and left silently, looking a little at a loss.

The cadres who remained comforted the recruits, but their eyes were also full of worry as they watched the squad leaders leave.

The veterans who have served on the ship all year round can be said to be familiar with the various tactical regulations for in-ship combat.

Therefore, they did not dare to report too much hope for the safe return of these squad leaders and veterans who had left.

But for the morale of the company and the maintenance of the entire front, they can only choose to remain silent.

It is these squad leaders who are going now, and if necessary, they will be obliged to do so.

Anti-piercing is not a magical tactic in naval battles. In a sense, it is just a street fighting rule in the interstellar era.

The specific content is nothing more than launching targeted counter-charges and anti-blasting in the case of the opponent's blasting advance.

Hot weapons are not ideal in such close combat, but cold weapons and flamethrowers are occasionally effective in such a cramped environment.

In a word: hand-to-hand combat and strangulation, hand-to-hand combat and suicide attack.enough.

Even if there is a little hope, this kind of tactics will not be placed on the table of the commanders responsible for the implementation of tactics at the grassroots level.

But the situation of war is always not for people to choose, especially this kind of defensive operations that inherently lose the initiative.

In this kind of defensive operation formed by being forced, the precious defensive elasticity in the entire front is obtained by this bloody method.

They have no choice.

Sergeant majors and veterans gathered on both sides of the front line, and some veterans with surplus supplies silently distributed the tobacco in their hands to their sides.

In the lingering smoke, everyone waited quietly.

Waiting for the moment when they will need to unleash their rage with the weapons in their hands.

When the fault light of the cabin closest to 50 meters in the situation map from the direction of the bridge lights up, the veterans know:
The tragic anti-punching eventually inevitably began.

At zero o'clock (standard coordinate time, based on the start of a specific combat time.), the first batch of 30 anti-piercing teams led by two sergeant majors opened the hatches from both sides of the position and groped forward.

After a 5-minute delay, the anti-piercing team approached the enemy and repelled the first attack by the orcs with pre-planted bombs, with zero casualties.

After a delay of 8 minutes, the second wave of attack came, and the team repelled the second wave of attack with flamethrowers, with zero casualties.

With a delay of 12 minutes, the team encountered the third charge led by the boss of the orcs. After the flamethrower team was cut off, they repelled the attack at the cost of 4 deaths.

With a delay of 15 minutes, the team retreating to the penultimate cabin used grenades and engineer shovels as weapons, and led by the political commissar to repel the opponent's fourth attack, killing 10 people.

After a delay of 16 minutes, the second and last batch of 9 anti-piercing teams (including political commissars) arrived at the scene for support under the leadership of the remaining two sergeant majors.

After a delay of 17 minutes, the anti-piercing team with a superior force concentrated a reverse charge, recaptured three cabins, and killed 9 people (including the political commissar).

With a delay of 20 minutes, the last batch of high explosives remaining in the company was brought by the team, and used to repel a wave of orc charges.

Up to this point in the battle, including the previous tentative battle, only a short hour had passed.

In the temporary command post in the center of the position, the only remaining captain and company commander in the command group was smoking the tobacco in his hand.

He walked back and forth quietly but anxiously around the table where the map was placed.

The explosives for fixed-point blasting on the gate behind have been placed.

Just waiting for his order, the passage leading to the fuel room will collapse precisely under the superb technique of the demolition sergeant.

The number of casualties is no longer important at this moment, he only cares about how long his troops can withstand.

He was more concerned about whether it was the roar of the orcs on both sides of the position that sounded next to his ears, or the footsteps of the reinforcements behind him.

The voice of the former will make him make the final decision to bury the entire channel and his fellow robes here;
The latter's voice would make him grieve for the piercing team he'd sent out, they might have been spared death...

And just when he was struggling with this, the heavy footsteps of the gray knights behind him made him raise his head instantly.

He didn't look behind his back.

The captain's teary eyes just looked up, through the fabric of the tent, in the direction of the sky.

There, there are their comrades-in-arms who have returned to the throne...

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(End of this chapter)