Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 205 Convergence, Under the Torrential Rain of Iron and Fire
"How many people is the minimum establishment you can accept?"

Calvin was the first to break the silence on the discussion of the war, and there is no need to mention what he meant.

"5 people in regular mode, 6 people in raid combat, but raid..."

Shar also fell silent.

"Nine people?"

Calvin looked at the details of the injured power armor of the soldiers around him, and understood their poor state.

"Yes." Shar replied, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and then denied the plan just now.

"Eight people are also fine. We can draw a soldier from the sniper team to be your guide."

After speaking, he looked around.However, none of these soldiers made a sound abnormally, and they were willing to take on this task.

"The price is that the retreat plan is inflexible and fault-tolerant, right?"

In the end, he had been a soldier for two lifetimes, and Calvin immediately found out which tactical purpose this squeezed out person made a last resort compromise on.

"That's right..." Shar looked at the soldiers around him, and it was rare that he didn't blame them for their cowardice.

"But this time, we have no way out. You see, this is also the reason why I don't want you to join us. This battle is inherently ominous..."

Calvin was also dumbfounded, he understood why these warriors fell into sudden silence.

It is not that they are afraid of death, but that they simply do not want to go out alone on a journey that is doomed to sacrifice.

"But that's no reason for you to hold me back."

Calvin stopped the other party's justification, then looked at the distance and said to them thoughtfully:
"What's more, things are far less pessimistic than you imagined..."

Follow Calvin's gaze and extend upwards for 40 kilometers through heavy steel barriers.

In the atmosphere of the industrial planet Marus, a Stormhawk named "Night Dire" is fleeing crazily against the Chaos Fleet that just arrived on its head.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Arnold's gauntlets firmly grasped the backs of the two chairs in the cockpit, and his nervous eyes never left the top panel of the gunboat for a moment.

"Don't rush me! I've reached my limit!"

Talos also firmly held the lever of the throttle valve, and stepped on the accelerator to the extreme.

"One minute countdown! The fleet is about to reach a gravitational balance, and there are still 1 seconds left for the routine auspicious detection!"

Walker's voice sounded last from the co-pilot's position, but his words carried the most weight.

"Where are you going? Who the hell give me the coordinates?"

Seeing the increasingly clear ground, Talos shouted nervously.

But neither of them could give an effective response, and all three of them were equally confused about the current situation on the surface.

Seeing the increasingly clear landscape and Valk beside him, who is destined to be unable to find out the result, Talos couldn't help but start complaining:

"Arnold, talk! I am the most annoying of my teammates who don't drive and don't punctuate!"

Well, ignore this complaint, this question really stumped these three fighters who have been away from the main battlefield for ten years.

The three of them today looked at the silent battlefield wreckage on the ground, and they didn't even know the situation of the enemy and ourselves.

If the gunboat that was so easily stolen is returned to someone else, by the Emperor, then the three of them will have a lot of fun...

Just as the three of them were nervous about the threat of the fleet overhead and the upcoming itinerary, Calvin's voice sounded in their minds after a long absence:
"Come closer to me! Coordinates ***.***, hive capital No. 9 is 50 kilometers north of the main road, speed!"

The eyes of the three opened wide instantly, and Talos was the first to ask in an unbelievable tone:
"Emperor...well, you're still alive!"

But Calvin apparently also heard the conversation between the three of them.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up! You have 25 seconds left, shut down and make an emergency landing as soon as the time is up! I will give you the communication channel and key now, see you on the ground!"

"See you on the ground!" The three only had time to reply to this sentence, and then lost Calvin's perception again.

The Chaos Fleet in space is now entering orbit to compete with the gravity of the planet.In non-wartime conditions, for the sake of equipment stability, the ground array of the auspicious instrument is temporarily closed.

This is a tactical blank period of about 15 minutes, which is an absolutely fatal violation from a purely military point of view.

This kind of low-level mistake should not have appeared in the hands of these veterans left over from the era of the Great Expedition.

But the military discipline of these Space Marines who joined Chaos has long since changed, and given that Chaos logistics have always been a mystery.

If the fragile auspicious array is frequently used in a strong magnetic field environment, its lifespan will be shortened dramatically.

If there is a problem with the original high-precision equipment on these warships, they have no place to repair them today.

With the style of the current masters of these midnight lords, the biggest possibility is to catch a Tzeentch demon and hang it on the bow of the ship as a "human flesh detection" instrument...

So now that we know that the ground no longer has the ability to project orbits, this small slack is naturally ignored or acquiesced.

The Dire had broken through the stratosphere and the ozone layer at this time, approaching the troposphere less than 15 kilometers from the surface.

At the same time as Arnold's tense 10-second countdown began, Talos and Valk made a final adjustment to the Dire's posture.

Then, after confirming the status of the three jetpacks with each other for the last time, they severely cut off the energy of the gunboat.

That is, the moment the three of them were ejected from the gunboat, the sight of the Chaos Battleship, which was in balance with the gravity of the planet, swept over their heads by a hair's breadth.

"Is there a problem?" Kelsen routinely asked Father Norris, who was monitoring the entire battleship.

Not that he was eyeing the traitor from Mars.

But now that the battleship has been floating in the subspace for an unknown number of years, there are not many active crew members left who have not been integrated with the battleship.

Those crew members are now either ghosts wandering the corridors of the battleship, or they are integrated with the equipment at their stations.

Even Chaos Space Marines are reluctant to look at such a distorted style of painting.

Because this kind of thing itself reminds them that, as slaves who succumb to the power of destruction, they themselves are also living like ghosts now.

"A persistent power source has not been found yet, but considering the fragments of Pale Wing captured by gravity, the possibility of survivors in the atmosphere still exists..."

Father Norris, still guarding the data pad in front of him unchanged for thousands of years, replied without raising his head.

But the existence or absence of these survivors obviously did not arouse Kelsen's interest.

As the tradition of the Eighth Legion, mutual rivalry is the cultural foundation of the Legion.

For those brothers who may survive, it is the greatest kindness for him, who is also the son of Curz, not to step on it now.

In the distance, slightly below the orbit, the disintegration of Pale Wings continued.

The one after another explosions still occasionally sparked flames on the huge corpse of the battleship, and then went out due to lack of oxygen in an instant under the background of artificial atmospheric failure.

Large and small fragments are still breaking away from the hull in batches, and then are captured by gravity during the process of escaping outward, and finally fall to the ground.

Against the backdrop of the doomsday-like "rainfall" of iron and fire, from the perspective of space, three inconspicuous dots are falling straight towards Hive Capital No. 9...

　Three shifts, ask for votes!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)