Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

"........."

A deathly silence spread on the command deck of the battleship. For most people, this kind of destruction happening before their eyes was a scene they had never seen in their entire lives.

On the seats on the communication deck, the officers who were in contact with the two warships just now were even more lost. Just a few minutes ago, through their headphones and screens, they could hear and see the vivid images on the other side.

But now, against the burning space cemetery in the porthole, there is a dim screen and a busy sound in the earphones...

War will eventually kill people, this is more or less the consensus that everyone has before going to the battlefield.

But when death comes so suddenly and happens right in front of our eyes, people realize belatedly that the so-called psychological preparation is so false in the face of instinct.

But war never ends based on personal wishes, just like the malice toward humans in this ancient universe, it never needs a reason and never bothers to cover it up.

warn! A millisecond-level energy response was observed and identified as a large kinetic energy weapon!

The first wave energy attack is about to arrive, with a countdown of 1 minute and 30 seconds...

warn! Large metal object collision warning!

The ship body is in the gravitational trajectory of the object and can intercept the lowest speed and cannot trigger the void shield!

The automatic circumvention protocol has been activated! Waiting for confirmation!

The fleet's communication never stops, and a series of new messages due to losses are gathering in the direction of the flagship in their own ways.

Calvin could see with his naked eyes that black venous blood was gurgling from Vasilev's nostrils.

And his life force field, which was almost transparent in the eyes of the original body, was also fading visibly to the naked eye under the impact of this huge information.

He can't carry it much longer... He doesn't even know if he can hold on until the end of this war.

Calvin secretly judged in his heart, and then turned his scrutiny to his theoretical successor, Hobbes.

Is he up to it?

In other words, even if he can, can Hobbes, who has not undergone specialized transformation surgery, really seamlessly take over the situation left by Vasilev and continue to maintain the fleet at the current command level?

"Evasion is allowed, the formation of each unit of the fleet remains unchanged, and the positions are adjusted on their own!

The affiliated fleet intervenes in the communication channel and is ready to start salvage and rescue operations! "

Vasilev's order interrupted Calvin's thinking, and the former's still calm voice almost made Calvin forget the scene just now.

The servo is still working in an orderly manner, just like the soul in its body, it can never feel hot, cold, or fear.

Their perception of the physical universe is only the readings displayed on the instrument, and they cannot experience the feeling of real life with their own perception.

The radio continues.

When the urgent matters listed as the highest priority were finally marked with corresponding treatment measures, the handling matters of the two battleships that died at the beginning of the war were also brought to the attention of the commanders together with the unknown weapon. schedule.

warn! Database match failed...

warn! An unknown type of warship is generating signature marks!

warn! Unknown model weapon! The servo automatically matches the timing system and begins to correct the unit fire cooling time...

"Allow marking, authority is delegated to all participating units!"

Vasilev confirmed to the servo, and enemy strikes continued to come.

"Warning! A large-scale physical weapon strike trajectory was found, and it was determined to be a self-guided physical ammunition!

The proximity defense interception system is starting! The system preheating countdown begins in 1 minute..."

A series of servo sirens instantly woke up the soldiers in the command hall. They had no time to regret the fallen battleships because the war was still going on.

"The void shield generator is ready, and the backup energy reserve unit is ready!" "The underlying maintenance agreement has been authorized! The damage control team is in place!"

"The auspicious interference array is starting up! The coordinates of the regional signal shielding field are being calculated!"

"The energy circuit is charged in place! The Nova Cannon is charged!"

"Counterattack! I order! Counterattack!" Vasilev ordered loudly. This was the message he was waiting for.

When the enemy's blow has been resisted, the time to fight back has arrived!

In fact, although war in space is far more complicated than that in the atmosphere, just like the emergence of "Energy Mobility Theory", the essence of air combat within visual range is extracted from complex technology and presented to the world;

Although the war in space is a hundred or ten thousand times more complicated than the former, its essence is still the ejection of energy and the ejection efficiency between objects driven by energy.

The energy of a plasma engine can be unlimited, but its absolute energy per unit time is still limited after all.

How to make good use of this power and use as little energy as possible in exchange for more energy from the enemy is the essence of war between fleets.

And this essence includes but is not limited to energy beams, physical warheads, long-range bombing by space fighters, and even the last and most brutal space gang-hopping battle.

Energy theory based on plasma engine power, armor balance theory based on void shield and metal manufacturing process improvement;

From the space shooting in the future world as seen in Calvin's previous life, to the barbaric close-in fighting like the ancient Viking pirates.

All of this has only one purpose, and that is to bring destruction to the enemy on the opposite side. It is precisely based on this background that the two huge space fleets have already launched an all-round desperate battle after entering each other's sight.

Is this novel? Is this old?

Is this reasonable? Is this ridiculous?

But whether novel or obsolete, they all serve a simple purpose;

Whether it is reasonable or absurd, as long as it meets the needs and can destroy the other party, that is the best choice.

This is the space war in the Age of Empires, and this is the intuitive impact Calvin experienced when he truly set foot in a large-scale fleet-level decisive battle.

This is also a special feeling that he can never replace even though he has countless "Calvin" memories!

A naval battle...

Calvin can somewhat understand the Sons of Dorne. They are indeed suitable for this kind of war, and they are also suitable to serve as commanders in charge of the imperial navy.

After all, when that magnificent war actually happened, there were only cold calculations and long waiting;

Except for a very small number of gang-hopping wars, this kind of war has almost no connection with blood. Only those sons of Dorne can devote themselves to it for a long time without any slack.

In Calvin's mind, the figure of the cavalry-type terminator in khaki was becoming more and more clear.

And looking at the resolute face that was the same as all the Imperial Fists, Calvin just let out a weak sigh and opened his arms to the opponent.

"Have you decided?" That Calvin was not moved by his behavior, but still looked at him calmly.

"Of course." Calvin said, although the memories of several battle groups headed by the Imperial Fists have always been something he did not appreciate and was quite resistant to.

"Be aware that you have no regrets. My joining will permanently affect your character." That Calvin was still reminding you.

"But it's necessary." Calvin didn't hide his intention, or in other words, he couldn't hide it when facing his other self.

"Very good." Cavalry Calvin nodded, and finally there was a trace of curvature on the facial lines as hard as granite.

He raised his feet and walked towards the embrace of the original body, like a passerby passing by. At the moment when the two giant figures overlapped, Calvin still got a strange clue from the huge memory. Information.

"Davos Cognitive Bias Rating Scale?" Calvin subconsciously groped his chin, and then he finally realized the cold humor of the Sons of Dorne.

"Ah...are you worried that I'm going insane?"

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