Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 601: War in the Gothic Starry Sky () The Competition of Pesma

But to be honest, even if you want to do this, it is still difficult.

The enemy in front of the Grand Fleet had no scruples and was rapidly approaching the main force of the Imperial Navy's fleet;

The seventh-orbiting satellite located in the direction of Pestma was caught by the enemy due to its own revolution period. It was far away from the main satellite fortress group and deviated from the strike range of ground-based space-based weapons. It was falling into a frontal attack from the Death Guard. .

"My lord." Terentius's voice sounded again, forcing Calvin to put away his chaotic thoughts.

He raised his head, and as expected, saw the equally expectant looks of Vasilev and the Imperial Fist champion.

The former is waiting, waiting for the original body to tell whether the fleet can engage in close combat with the enemy, and whether the Astartes company can withstand and protect the fleet;

The latter problem is more complicated, but it can be summed up in one sentence:

The orbital period of Peiwei 12 is hours, and the time window for deviating from the fortress group and the ground space-based weapons strike group is a full four hours.

"Fight." Calvin thought briefly and made a promise to reassure the two of them.

And his statement is not only related to the next direction of the large fleet, but also gives the former the opportunity to hold back the enemy head-on, so that the Blackstone Fortress can be successfully put in place;

It was even more because the original body knew that Pei Weiqi's time window was too long, and he had to compromise with the reality that it was impossible for the ground defenders to resist the enemy.

Those are the Death Guard, a group of Astartes who have been trained in thousands of standard tactics and given supernatural powers...

Calvin didn't even take into account the supernatural abilities belonging to Chaos, and he had already completely judged the death penalty for the ground defenders in his heart.

"Let the fleet adjust the battle line! The main battleships stationed by the Gray Knights will move forward!"

But among soldiers, especially high-ranking officers who have left the grassroots, those personality conflicts that were not understood by Calvin in his previous life were also vividly reflected in his own body at this moment:

In other words, the more someone trusts you, the more likely they will personally send you to the core of the battlefield when a real bloody battle occurs.

"Inform the Death Watch and have Talos' men move towards Pestma."

Because judging from the equipment in the hands of the Astra Militarum, except for the rare melt and plasma series, other individual weapons cannot be said to be useless, but the killing effect on the enemy is indeed better than nothing.

And this kind of power from their own side, coupled with the gene seeds of Mortarion and the gifts of Nurgle, makes the Death Guards become terrifying monsters with tenacious vitality on the battlefield.

As the orders continued to be given, the murderous aura on the original body became stronger and stronger.

"Terentius."

The Legion of Astartes, this sharp sword forged by the Emperor himself, was also given full play to its natural asymmetric advantages when facing the Empire itself.

But Terentius, who has been in the strategic command hall, knows that the war in the direction of Pesma seems to be ordinary, but it hides huge anxiety.

"Yes!" Terentius agreed.

In the eyes of the Imperial Fist Champion, it was one of several hotspots that qualified as a battlefield meat grinder;

"Fight!" Calvin once again added the content of the order to Vasilev:

Calvin, who had completely entered the state, did not even take a breath. After thinking about possible countermeasures in his mind, he finally decided to let the veterans who had belonged to the Luna Wolves fight against the descendants of Mortarion head-on.

"As you wish!" Vasilev nodded, then closed his eyes and began to adjust.

But if the battlefield is changed to a satellite with a narrow depth, then there will be no chance to even fight!

Tactical reserves, war experience, response speed; and based on the huge advantages of equipment and body, absolute firepower density and terrifying frontal damage-bearing capability...

With the strength of the Astra Militarum, it may be possible to use massive artillery fire and armor on a planet-level continental battlefield, with the psychological expectation of inflicting hundreds or even a thousand times casualties on the opponent, and try to confront the former head-on.

From a commander's perspective, only the most trusted troops are qualified to enter such a battlefield.

The personal relationship with Talos was not forgotten at this moment.

The Primarch's order was given lightly, as if he were issuing the most ordinary duty mission.

"I'm here!"

“Tell him that he can mobilize all resources nearby, including armed forces, warships and vehicles, and all specially registered weapons and ammunition.

I have only one request: hold on for four hours, during which there will be no fleet-level fire support. But we will do whatever it takes to block the possibility of the enemy's heavy equipment being delivered!

He has two choices: Either withstand the enemy's attack and focus the offensive on Pesma's satellite! Either... just die there, but remember to completely destroy it for me before you die! "

"Understood!" The Imperial Fist Champion confirmed again. He was not surprised by the severity of the original order. Instead, he only reiterated the keynote of the Gothic War from Calvin's words. There is one and only one - that is scorched earth!

Yes, they have no other choice but scorched earth; only scorched earth can contain these demons who control the plague.

But how long can this kind of intense and extreme treatment last? Terentius didn't know the specific answer.

But he knew that once the proportion of casualty troops increased, or the occupied territory reached a certain proportion.

This kind of isolation created by personal orders will inevitably lead to forced compromises due to the wavering of people's hearts.

That might be the beginning of the real disaster...

The order had been given, and time was passing quickly.

The large fleet is slowly adjusting the order of the fleet at a distance of millions of kilometers from the enemy.

The main battleships stationed in the Astartes Company were evenly arranged one by one on the side of the fleet close to the direction of the firefight.

This is not a battle line, because the hard condition required for a real broadside artillery battle is the maximum range of the largest caliber macro cannon - 30 kilometers.

Once the distance between the two sides crosses this cordon, the Nova Cannon will be replaced by a macro cannon with a higher firing frequency;

The fleet will also take advantage of the situation and use its superior firepower on the sides, using dense macro-cannon arrays to hurl piercing hatred and destruction at the enemy.

Gang-hopping warfare, that is, at this stage, the basic theoretical combat environment is achieved.

Because as the battleship structure is fixed, the fleet's trajectory in the broadside battle will also be fixed in pursuit of maximizing firepower delivery.

And when the action routes of the two fleets are transparent to each other's eyes due to the projection of artillery fire, the fleets will compete for the best shooting angle and the enemy's shooting blind spot. Avoid entering the fast-paced battle of personal strangulation.

This created a basic environment for a more intense gang-hopping war, and also further increased the intensity of the war, from the release of cold firepower to a face-to-face fight with blood and flesh splattering.

Calvin knew this, and Mortarion was even more familiar with it.

In a sense, Calvin's biggest gain after receiving the memories of Calvin, the Imperial Fist, was that he left the special operations familiar to the Inquisition and began to use the Imperial Fist, a pure Astartes that is good at defense, to Perspective to see the whole picture.

The valuable thing about the Imperial Fists lies in their naval command skills that have hardly faded or been interrupted even in the warband era.

Fleets, battleships, hundreds of Astartes and Imperial officers, and below that millions of fleet members.

From the perspective of the Imperial Fists, Calvin saw how his orders operated from top to bottom, level by level, and ultimately drove a huge fleet to complete the functions of its war machine.

And looking further afield, in the entire Gothic galaxy and even the entire empire, at this moment, how many people or things are performing and implementing his will in the name of the Emperor and the Human Empire.

This is not a string of numbers on a game, this is a living life that he is looking at and will always fight for, protect and protect.

And any will transmitted from him was infinitely amplified at this moment, and after being transmitted layer by layer, it became the direction of operation of huge institutions.

Forgetting love is too great, this is Calvin’s latest understanding.

When he carried too many people's feelings and hopes, his own words and deeds began to differ from ordinary people.

Just like the order he just gave, as a commander, his personal emotions have been infinitely diluted, and what is reflected in life is that the more he trusts someone, the more he will personally send them to the most cruel death at critical moments. battlefield……

It can only be said that war is a huge melting pot, and today's Calvin still remembers his identity as (Jiang Wen) in his previous life.

But the huge pressure and sense of mission not only created a character that was unimaginable in his previous life, but also actually made him feel more and more pale about those ordinary lives when he recalled the memories of his previous life.

He is still the same Jiang Wen, but he will never be the same Jiang Wen again.

(End of this chapter)