Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 60 02.0060: ‘The First Generation of Hell’s Vanguard’

"Let's just name this 'ripple theory'." Admiral Anson was the first to break the silence.

"The heavy-armed troops are like a pebble thrown into the water to lay the landing anchor point, and then the light-armed troops spread out to attack like water waves. Isn't this just a ripple?" Brigadier General Edward nodded in understanding.

"You have great ideas, young man." A rare expression of approval appeared on the admiral's cold face:

"but."

Everyone looked at George Anson.

"This theory is still very rough, and there is a lack of practice to test its feasibility. You still have a long way to go to improve the 'ripple theory'."

"Yes, this is just a preliminary idea. If you want to implement it, I'm afraid it will have to be modified and adjusted after a lot of actual combat testing." Horatio admitted generously.

"Come in, Major General Alexander Hood."

When the admiral said the name, Horatio's eyes widened suddenly, and time and his heartbeat seemed to slow down.

[Farida’s father? ]

The door was pushed open, and a man with a cold and solemn temperament strode over.

Horatio adjusted his breathing, always maintaining a decent and solemn smile, as calm as a completely innocent person, turned his eyes sideways, and saluted the tall man who walked quickly to his side.

It seems that there is no such thing as breaking into the Major General's study with the precious daughter of the military intelligence commander.

Rear Admiral Hood is 1.9 meters tall and stands out among all the navy soldiers, even standing next to Horatio.

Horatio looked sideways at Major General Alexander Hood, and met his cold gaze.

[He...is staring at me? ]

"Sir Anson, this is the 10th edition of the Special Forces Plan written by me. Please take a look at it." Major General Hood stepped forward and handed the more than 300 pages of detailed plan to the old man. Horatio flipped through the table of contents. I even saw training plans, food rations, organizational regulations...

"Previously, Commodore Edward Peru proposed to establish a naval special warfare plan for pilot purposes. Rear Admiral Alexander Hood was very interested in this and immediately jointly prepared a set of feasible plans with Mr. Peru. ”

The old man flipped through the documents and looked at Horatio: "This pilot force will be under the command of the Fleet Military Intelligence Office in the future. The office will strictly screen backgrounds and select suitable personnel from Navy loyal heirs and preparatory students. The best from the Storm loyal heirs academy will be selected. The students serve as instructors. The name of this unit..."

The old man's eyes flashed across the alternative names on the last page, he closed his eyes and closed the plan book, and after a while he slowly said:

"Let's name it after the Hellcommando proposed by Mr. Horatio." The old man looked at Horatio with a serious expression.

"General, don't you use all other names? There are far better names than this..."

"Major General Hood, if a man is not afraid of jumping into hell, then what can stop this warrior's fighting spirit and determination?"

"Yes, General." Seeing that General Anson had made a decision, Major General Hood glanced at the young man next to him with a resentful look, and took a step back respectfully.

It has to be said that Farida is indeed his biological child, and the resentment in her eyes is exactly the same.

"That's it for today's discussion. I will hand over this plan to Lord Admiral Venuska Katalia. Now you can press on the first batch of pre-selected lists and arrange training."

"Yes!" The other four people in the room stood up and saluted the general.

"Sergeant Horatio." The general called to Horatio suddenly.

"The end of freedom is chaos, please remember this sentence."

"Yes, General."

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"The end of freedom is chaos, and the end of order is autocracy. This is a complete sentence. If you weigh this scale well, you will be a qualified captain."

Brigadier General Edward patted the tassel on Horatio's shoulder meaningfully.

"Sir, I have a plan."

"Please speak." Brigadier General Edward responded with interest.

"I used to be the leader of the 'labor gang' in the PW-P-15 giant star port cargo area. If the Imperial Navy needs it, I can be sent to reconnect the underground intelligence network. A group of people living there can provide The intelligence may be more detailed than our agents. Once the intelligence is confirmed, we can launch scalpel-like precision strikes to clear away the obstacles entrenched there. "

Brigadier General Edward's eyes turned around, widened slightly, and lowered his head in thought.

"It seems that everyone has the same idea, Mr. Horatio. We formed this naval special operation just to behead the snakeheads with detailed intelligence. I almost forgot that you have this ability and background."

Brigadier General Edward put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance and said: "I will prepare with Major General Hood on the plan you proposed. At the same time, you are on the first batch of pre-selected list of the hell's elite soldiers. Be ready and waiting to attack."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Seeing Brigadier General Edward agree, Horatio saluted solemnly.

"Since the Hell's Spearhead has been assigned to the Fleet Military Intelligence Department, that means that Rear Admiral Hood will be my...immediate boss next?"

"Yes, but you don't have to worry, Mr. Hood is a good man."

Thump thump thump!

"But I don't know which group I'm in yet." Horatio said with a wry smile.

"It's okay, you will make a choice soon." The brigadier general glanced at the exquisite watch on his wrist:

"In 20 minutes, the grand entrance ceremony will be held on the campus. You must go to Room 3 of Dormitory B-25 to put your things back on the bed within this time, and then rush to the Campus 1 to gather."

"20 minutes?"

"20 minutes." Brigadier General Edward nodded and smiled.

Horatio grabbed his bicorn hat and turned on his power. The surgery allowed him to almost jump down the stairs at an incredible speed and height, with his tassels and ribbons flowing in the air.

"Hmph, this brat has a really good psychological quality. He stands next to me like a normal person and doesn't even tremble."

Major General Alexander Hood, who had a cold expression, walked behind Brigadier General Edward Perroux and hummed coldly.

"Good mental quality is the cornerstone of being a good Imperial soldier. I'm sorry to cause you any trouble, my friend."

"This kid, are you sure he can do it? I don't want to waste my energy." Major General Hood frowned.

"He will become a hero like his father. I even think he will probably surpass his father." Brigadier General Edward replied with a smile.

"Based on his empty theory, I'm afraid it's still far away."

"So we want him to experience the front line and let him perfect his ideas in practice. This is the path that must be taken to become an all-rounder. If there is an opportunity, I also hope to send him to train in the Imperial Guard. ”

"Hmph, you really think about it all the time. You are almost half a hundred years old, why don't you let the Navy Department promote you to the rank of rear admiral?"

"My current military rank makes me feel free. There is no restraint or imprisonment. The void is my only yearning. I can drive my old friend, follow the guidance of the star torch and starlight, and travel around every corner of the galaxy. Hunt the enemies of the God-Emperor with ease."

"Times have changed. Now is the era of order. Freedom will only lead us to the abyss."

Brigadier General Edward smiled and said no more.

[Dormitory B-25! ]

Horatio quickly ran across the holographic map sign, quickly locked on the location of Dormitory B-25, and then turned on full speed, like a blast of wind passing over the ground.

If the White Scars saw it, they would definitely like such an energetic young man chasing the wind, and then take him to the battle group to be transformed and become a recruit of the 10th company.

It's a pity that Horatio is now "famous and has a master".

The dormitory area of ​​the Naval Academy is very large. Each dormitory is in Baroque and Gothic style, and unexpectedly adopts a sky villa design.

With the spire decorated on the top, it is about 13 meters high and has a four-story design with one unit above and below. To get to the first unit below, you have to go through a small courtyard where you can dry clothes. To get to the second unit above, you have to go up the stairs from the back of the building. In its place is a balcony.

Dormitory B-25 is in a good location, very close to the 5th cafeteria. There is also a club inside for students to have fun, which refreshes Horatio's stereotype of Tadashi Academy.

It turns out that Chuji Academy is not only different in each college, but also in each branch within a college.

The Naval Campus occupies the largest area. The Imperial Navy spent a lot of money to hire designers to plan and design it. It can accommodate up to 300,000 students enrolling at the same time.

Of course, this number includes preparatory students at the Officers' Preparatory School.

Room 3 was in the first unit. Horatio sprinted for 6 kilometers and finally arrived, with 12 minutes left.

Horatio took a breath, affixed his ID, activated the access control system, and immediately rushed into the house.

There seems to be no one inside. The wooden floor has been swept clean. The first thing you see is a spacious living room with a long mahogany table and chairs. There is a separated study table on one side against the wall. Behind it is a bookshelf full of books. Navy professional textbook.

There are two bathrooms, two toilets, and a separate washroom large enough for multiple students to use on the first floor. The fighting training room is also on the first floor.

The second floor is for students to live in. Rooms 1, 2, and 3 are arranged as double dormitories. Room 4 is relatively small and is used as a storage room by the students living here.

[Where are my things? ]

The living supplies distributed to him by the college were not placed at the door. Horatio pushed open door 3 with some confusion, and there was movement inside.

Horatio looked at the solid bicorn hat on the Victorian wooden bed, and his belongings were placed next to the other bed.

A figure who was bending down to pack things had his back to Horatio. He had a head of light blond and brown curly hair that was familiar to him.