Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

A few months after the snowstorm clouds dissipated, the atmosphere finally gradually warmed up, and the earth after the snow melted began to show a little bit of late spring.

Some old trees covered with snow sprouted tender green branches. After enduring the difficult and biting artificial winter, the main continent of Far Star unexpectedly showed a scene of vitality and everything competing, as if the past was still in front of us.

When the Astra Militarum attacked the well-fortified defense stronghold of Mount Montachia, the southern rebels had to urgently retreat their defense.

The Astra Militarum pursued all the way, and the rebels' vehicle wreckage and charred bodies were everywhere.

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Horatio used air assaults and suborbital airdrops to send the long-distance infiltration reconnaissance team of the Hell Vanguard to the surrounding areas of the roads still in the enemy-controlled area again and again.

Relying on ground guidance, the Imperial Navy Air Force attacked ground enemy targets day and night, and once broke the rebels' barely organized retreat into pieces.

The resistance along the way could not be said to be negligible, but it could be said that it collapsed at the first touch.

In just one week, the southern front had advanced more than a thousand kilometers.

Horatio, with dark circles under his eyes, rode on his horse with a little fatigue, pinched his aching waist, and then analyzed the aerial reconnaissance intelligence displayed on the data board in his hand.

In the past few days, he used professional brain-burning construction such as air combat plans, aviation reserve planning, and safe firepower fields.

After the two people were exhausted from the initial confrontation, the conflict between Farida and Louise was finally not as tense as at the beginning.

At the same time, he also watered the two people at the same time, treating them equally, so that the two could feel that he was not partial to anyone, trying to make them realize that they were all his wings and working hard.

After a period of adjustment, energy consumption, and hard work.

Although the two of them still dislike each other, their eyes become cold when they meet, and they are not to the extent that the three of them can accept sleeping in the same bed.

But at least they are beginning to get used to the existence of such a shared lover.

From the open struggle, it has become a secret competition and involution in private.

Under this competition, the two women's enthusiasm for him has become more and more intense.

They all want to do better, make Horatio more fascinated by themselves, become more intimate and warm in front of him, and there is no tendency to reduce their enthusiasm with time.

[Congratulations, congratulations, it is always right to take it slow, and you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry,

Women. ]

He spent a lot of energy and physical fatigue in the tactical and strategic arrangements and dealing with the two women. He rubbed his temples sleepily and continued to look at the holographic map.

At this time, he was already 1,200 kilometers away from the initial landing point.

The site selection of the field airport has been changed several times. The construction speed of the field front-line airport built with modular engineering components cannot even keep up with the advancement speed of the 1st Brigade. The 1st Brigade has become a sharp knife that penetrates deep into the enemy's body and pierces the heart.

Although the rebels seem to have lost the battle at present, in fact, the intelligence war between the two sides on the secret front has never stopped.

There are many sources, and true and false intelligence is sent to the General Staff from various fronts. No one can tell what the front line looks like.

But one indisputable fact is that the 1st Brigade has been sinking deeper and deeper into the enemy-occupied area. As Horatio expected, the light infantry battalion's front line has become more and more difficult to advance in the mud after the snow melted.

The soft mud made the decent uniforms of the Mordians unbearable. On the vast plains, the mud in the farmland can cover their military boots with just a step.

Many soldiers have foot diseases due to long-term marching in the mud, and the number of non-combat casualties is increasing day by day.

The rebels' scattered soldiers and lost soldiers were also mixed along the way, and exchanges of fire would occur from time to time.

However, it is still an unrealistic plan for the rebels to encircle the British 1st Brigade, a large and powerful heavy mechanized force.

"Sir, we received intelligence from the Southeast Front Command. After inspection, it was indeed sent by our people." The messenger rode all the way and handed a telegram to Lord Wellesley.

The Sir took a look and said to Horatio:

"The British troops of the Southeast Front on our left sent a notice saying that the enemy armored forces they fought against were retreating. That enemy army had always been a hard bone to chew, but now they suddenly retreated. What do you think the enemy's intention is? Mr. Cochrane."

As he spoke, he handed the page of military intelligence to Horatio.

"This is news from the adjacent war zone, which is hundreds of kilometers away from us."

"That's right. The enemy may want to shrink the depth of defense and fight to defend the core hive group."

Horatio exhaled: "I hope they think so."

"What do you mean?" The Jazz looked at Horatio puzzled.

"The 1st Brigade has been advancing rapidly in recent days and is now in the enemy's strategic depth. After we crossed the Montachia Mountain defense line, the rebels along the way really lacked the ability and fighting spirit to stop us, and they didn't even organize a second strong defense support point.

But the road was so clean and we were moving so smoothly. I don’t remember that I conducted air raids on these villages and resource points. So who did these burned houses along the way? "

"Mr. Corcoran, you don't really think that the rebels are capable of surrounding our entire brigade, do you? Yes, they are indeed outnumbered, just like the corpses everywhere."

Jazz pointed with his cane at the scorched corpses of the rebels on the ground: "But it is simply impossible for these rabble to rely on their flesh and blood to block our torrent of steel."

"It's not that I'm worried about being surrounded, it's just that the enemy's strategic intentions confuse me. Why did they accelerate their retreat after the snow melted? It is obvious that the change in the environment has delayed our advancement, which is more beneficial to their defense."

"What you said makes sense, but I still tend to think that they want to shrink their power and plan to fight us to the death in the industrial area and the central hive area with hard ground.

Our current strategic judgment is very important for the next battle situation. Whether to continue to advance at a high speed and kill the enemy before they can complete the defense line in the central core area, or to slow down the march speed to guard against possible flank encirclement and surprise attacks. "

Jazz frowned: "No matter which choice you choose, it will determine the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers.

Perhaps when we were slow to make a decision, the enemy had already strengthened the fortress defense group in the core area, and we had to pay the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers to take down a fortress.

Perhaps when we continue to march at high speed along Central Highway No. 54 regardless of potential dangers, we will be caught off guard and step on the enemy's trap.

Of course, it is my responsibility to carefully consider the pros and cons before making a final decision. "

After analyzing it for himself, Jazz smiled and raised his hat in greeting.

Boom!

There was a discordant explosion ahead, and Horatio instantly cheered up and became alert.

In any case, an explosion of this magnitude should not have occurred so close to the brigade headquarters.