The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 388 376. An idea

Tug of war.

This word is very familiar to every commander, and it is also the situation that every commander hates to get into the most. Whether it is the attacking side or the defending side, once they get into a tug of war, what awaits them is likely to be hundreds of kilometers of trenches and barbed wire, astronomical numbers of shells, and constantly consumed soldiers.

This is also a problem for the Imperial Expeditionary Force. After all, judging from the current situation, they are the side that least wants to fight a tug of war. Although the Imperial Regional Government has stated that there will be new reinforcements, it will not arrive until at least one Terra month. Moreover, the soldiers' mental state has begun to decline, and the morale that originally wanted to conquer the heavenly world has begun to be exhausted.

The Inquisitor never dreamed that on such a beautiful and harmless planet, the morale of the Astra Militarum would be successfully reduced to a level similar to fighting with demons. They have several castles, and they have not even been able to leave their location until now, because their enemies are everywhere in the blue ocean and the emerald green islands.

Especially on those lush islands, the soldiers had to be on guard against the enemy at all times, because they didn't know whether they were enemies or ordinary trees. Those damn aliens relied on the powerful tree terrain to fight back. Although the Imperial Navy bombed every day and even risked using chemical agents for "weeding", only a few areas were affected by the situation. In other cases, the trees basically started to grow again the next day.

Ralston never dreamed of why it turned into this ghost. Could it be that this is Catachan? No, this place should be stranger than Catachan, because the trees there at least didn't turn into tree people carrying biological plasma and power swords to chop them!

Even the Death Watch's first reaction after seeing their opponents was shock. Although they had eliminated many plant-type life aliens and fungal-type biological aliens, this was the first time they had seen such a situation. After some discussion, the Deathwatch and the Inquisitor finally came up with a more reasonable explanation:

Considering that they found traces of the Eldar on this planet, it is possible that there are shrines of those alien gods here. If there are, then it means that they should be able to create a large number of trees and also block their attacks.

In fact, the guesses of the Inquisitor and the Deathwatch are very close. There are indeed followers of Aisha here. The Peremans naturally inherited the religious beliefs of the Eldar, but now that Aisha has been imprisoned by Nurgle, her power is very little. The reason why this can be done is the Mauwel people. As mentioned before, wherever they take root, there are lush forests everywhere.

The roots of the Mauwel people and the plants they planted have long been hundreds of kilometers underground, and some have even pierced the crust and began to absorb the heat of the underground magma. If you want to eradicate the trees on this planet, you must dig out their roots.

Although the speed of the tree people taking root is far slower than that of the greenskins, it may take hundreds of years for them to completely take root in every corner of the planet. However, once they settle here, it will be too difficult to drive them away. If the Empire really wants to eradicate all the tree people on this planet, it is recommended to organize a breakthrough team to sneak into the surface of the planet and dig a little bit or directly issue an extermination order.

The problem is not just that. The most difficult thing now is that the enemy's supply line is much shorter than theirs. If there are reinforcements, they will come soon. As for why the enemy's reinforcements have not arrived yet, it can only mean that their strategy is correct. It's just that there is a problem with the tactics now. The only way is to pray that the light of the Emperor can quickly pull the reinforcements out of the subspace, otherwise, by the time the enemy reacts completely and prepares to rescue, it will be too late.

Ralston can already imagine the scene of being hung on a cross covered with sulfuric acid, with silver nails representing atonement nailed to his limbs, and then burned to death by fire if he fails to complete the task. That must be a bad feeling. Although he has burned thousands of people to death, he doesn't want to be the next person to be hung on the stake.

When he thought of this, Lellston became even more angry, but anger and fear would only make him misjudge the present situation, so the Inquisitor could only suppress his anger.

On the battleship, the Inquisitor kept wandering back and forth. His table was full of mocha coffee, empty coffee cups and a lot of straw paper, on which he wrote his imagined attack plans and possible results, but in the end none of them satisfied him. The beautiful murals had been taken down and replaced by a huge war map. The paintings that once decorated the place luxuriously were finally left with only the most ordinary emperor statue. Whenever Lellston felt that he was about to collapse, he would kneel down in front of the emperor's holy face and cry about his experience, praying for understanding and enlightenment.

Now, the Inquisitor, with red eyes and black eye sockets, was wearing a coat and staring at the real-time data on the battlefield, hoping to find a place to break through. After nearly dozens of days of fighting, the only progress was made in the fortresses in the sky, most of which had been occupied by the Astra Militarum. Since these fortresses had no or very few tree people taking root, humans and Peremans alone could not resist the iron offensive of the Empire. According to the original defense common sense, the fortress that seemed to be the least likely to be captured was breached first.

But the defenders obviously prevented these turrets from being used to attack the surface at the beginning, so they could only fire at the targets above them, just like the turrets in the space orbit.

So these became a big trouble. If they were to protect them, they would consume too much manpower, and if they were not to protect them, they might be occupied by the enemy at any time. For the expeditionary army, these things are currently a big trouble. It is useless to use them for the time being, and not occupying them will become a bigger trouble.

Ralston thought hard for several days, but still couldn't figure it out, even now. He sighed and picked up a book. This book was compiled by scholars based on the memoirs of various commanders after the Battle of Damocles Gulf by Calgar, in order to allow future Imperial officers to learn lessons from it.

Ralston flipped through the contents of the book in boredom. He had hundreds of books of this type around him, from the battle records of the Great Crusade era, the materials of the Markarian Solar Crusade, and of course, the things he was flipping through now. After all, the Inquisitor knew his own weight. If he wanted to say something reasonable among such a group of soldiers and generals, he had to do some homework. He couldn't let himself become one of the few Inquisitors who hindered the entire expedition and only knew how to shout slogans. Generally, they would not live to the end of the expedition. Most of them were directly kicked to the front by the command system to die (It's not easy to be an Inquisitor. Don't look at the novels that blow up planets every day. If you don't do well, you will be thrown into the oil pan and crucified.)

Just as Ralston was flipping through, he suddenly found something that immediately gave him an idea. Because this method can not only solve the current problems of the floating fortresses, but also solve the problem of why there is no way to continue to advance.

Thinking of this, the Inquisitor quickly pounced on his Thinker and said loudly

"Prepare to call a special meeting, we are ready to enter the next stage of the war!"