Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 69 02.0069: ‘Navy’s Conspiracy’

Sweat sparkled under the first rays of morning sun, dripping down Horatio’s cheeks to the ground. Louise, wearing a Cadia belly-baring training uniform, squatted beside him to count.

He strictly carried out the special training targets of 100 horizontal bars, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and 10 kilometers of full-set Zhongsi equipment and Riza-type Hell Guns every day.

Hula-hula-hula-

“Faster, faster!”

The students paddled the oars like arrows off the string in an orderly manner according to the specifications of the team, training coordination, strength and tacit understanding.

In a Roman theater-style classroom.

Several officers in charge used holographic sand tables and models to explain to the students the combat gun range, maneuver rules, fleet turning, plane adjustment and other void naval warfare tactical theories that were completely different from the ancient Terra Navy.

Horatio listened attentively, while Archie sat beside him and took notes with a quill. If he missed anything, Horatio could always repeat it exactly.

Louise also sat beside him. If she didn't understand something, Horatio would answer her in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Although Horatio came from 3K, through the machine soul affinity and the encoded memory of the textbook content, combined with his already outstanding comprehension ability, Horatio's acceptance and learning speed was very fast, and he could remember everything even without taking notes.

Buzz--

The rear hatch of the Valkyrie transport slowly opened, and a gust of wind whistled in from both sides of the cabin.

Horatio, who was in the low-Earth orbit of the Abyss Port, saw the beautiful planet halo ring that matched his blue eyes.

Valina wore the full suit of Storm Loyalists and held a plasma gun. Because she was in the high altitude, she wore a helmet and pinned the red beret, a symbol of pride, under the shoulder armor.

She stood by the hatch, not wearing any seatbelts, looking dangerous.

Beep——

The parachute indicator light changed from bright red to green.

"Up! Up! Up! Up!" She urged and shouted.

Click, click, click!

Everyone unfastened their seatbelts in an instant. Louise showed no fear and jumped out of the cabin first, followed by Horatio.

Until the last person jumped out, Valina also jumped out.

Horatio and Louise faced each other, with their limbs spread out, in a frog-like posture.

He gave a thumbs up to show that everything was normal.

Louise also gave him a thumbs up in return.

[+Converge, rapid descent+] Valina's voice came from the communication.

Hundreds of "Hell's Vanguards" who were undergoing low-Earth orbit airborne strike training straightened their bodies in an orderly manner, with their heads and faces facing down, and the altitude values ​​dropped rapidly. Because of the cruel and harsh training, dozens of people have withdrawn due to injuries or deaths, and some teams have even been completely reorganized.

The atmosphere rubbed against the carapace, and the heat-insulating flame-retardant combat uniforms and temperature internal circulation devices maintained the body temperature of the loyal descendants.

Altitude 10,000 meters.

Huh - two Thunder fighters dived down, rockets whizzed towards the ground target range, and the large laser cannons on the two boats emitted dazzling light, and the ground target range was a sea of ​​fire - this was clearing the field for the Hell Vanguard.

Altitude 5000.

Everyone changed their postures, and the gravity parachute behind them began to spray and decelerate from the two-wing engines, launching a deep strike operation against ground targets.

[Scholarship Points++++] -

"Sir, according to the information sent by the supervisor.

The 13th group where Horatio is located will become the fastest action unit available for dispatch, and the 12th loyal group led by Henry Harvey is also well trained." Colonel Elphinstone Lord walked into the office of the Military Intelligence Command and bowed.

In the office, two senior officers were smoking and drinking, discussing countermeasures.

The room was dark and suffocating.

Major General Hood sat at the officer's seat, while Brigadier General Edward sat on a soft sofa. When he saw Captain Elphinstone coming, Brigadier General Edward poured him a glass of wine.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sir Elphinstone. According to the intelligence collected by Horatio and us, several followers of the ugly evil god have united together, and the fuse of the gunpowder barrel has been lit, and it will explode one day."

Brigadier General Edward continued:

"The strange thing is that the mysterious fat man who attacked your daughter and Horatio seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, and our agents have lost all clues about him."

"And the agents have been lost." Captain Elphinstone added.

Brigadier General Edward sighed with melancholy.

"According to investigation, the PW15-S-21 residential area is still filled with plague. If the antitoxin serum is not developed, no matter how many people we send down, they will just die."

"How is the progress?"

"The sages and priests of the Mechanicus who serve us have made a good breakthrough from the plasma donated by Sergeant Louise, and have successfully tried to separate a small amount of serum from the plasma. But there is a disadvantage to relying on this method." Brigadier General Edward sighed:

"With the current technology, only 12 doses of serum can be produced. Sgt. Louise can be drained by blood drawing alone. If she dies, we will cut off the source."

"This is not a long-term solution. And if Sergeant Louise dies in action, where will we get the serum?" Major General Hood said as he lit a cigarette.

"That's why I think it's better for Horatio to be with her. He's pretty good. If something happens, he might be able to rescue Sergeant Louise, even if it's just the body."

"PW15-S-21's residential area is left there. You can continue to investigate other clues. I have to sort out the Vegas area with Commander Elphinstone. John Binzhong, Chief Officer of the Fleet Development Department The general has issued an ultimatum. If he cannot come up with a suitable plan this month, he will send naval troops to conquer this area by force. "

"What a crazy dream. How many thousands of troops does he want to spend to control such a complex area where 1 billion people of all classes live?"

"It is said that we are preparing to send at least 300,000 troops."

"At least 300,000?"

"The coastal defense infantry stationed in the nearby naval surveillance area, the Zhongji Marine Corps, the armed jump gangs who sealed the warships, the armed marines, as well as the Ministry of Justice and their Leman Russ."

"The God Emperor is on high!"

Commodore Edward slapped his thigh and stood up with a curse: "Does he want to turn Vegas into a battlefield?! What the Navy wants is the value of the port here, not a dilapidated ruin!"

"Even if it turns into a battlefield, we may not be able to gain control. The terrain in the middle and lower nests is complex and we lack understanding of it. Moreover, the gangs there are very vicious and have cannibalistic cult behaviors. Even if we concentrate our troops in such a narrow passage It can’t open a front, just like the Sparta Thermopylae in the ancient Terra legend." Commander Elphinstone also lit up a cigarette and analyzed:

"The battle will turn into a meat grinder. With the opponent's terrain intelligence and eye contact advantages, our personnel's advantages in training and equipment can hardly outweigh the disadvantages. If we want to occupy one-fifth of the area, the theoretical number of casualties..."

Two colleagues looked at Chief Elphinstone, who specialized in data analysis: "It will not be less than 100,000 people, and every year we have to send an additional 100,000 people to maintain stability and control in the occupied areas. And we always One day we have to sail, but gang members can prepare and launch attacks 24 hours a day to seize and devour the areas they control.”

"What about Horatio's former gang? Isn't he the 'King of the Port'?" Major General Hood asked with a frown.

"You want to use Horatio's previous strength to help us control the entire Vegas area?" Leader Elphinstone smiled.

"He is the sword of the fleet, so he has to penetrate the heart of the enemy for the Imperial Navy." Rear Admiral Hood responded sullenly.

"But there is a problem. After his arrest, his previous power was greatly weakened and has been in decline. Moreover, he is already an honorable loyal heir of the navy. It is obvious that he is allowed to run back to run a gang. This approach..." El Leader Fenstone shook his head and hesitated to speak. His eyes and demeanor made it clear that this was not a good idea.

“Make good use of his gang’s underground intelligence network, and leave the rest to the hell guards.

As I told you last time, this is a feasible and most cost-effective solution, far better than sending navy troops to grind meat. "

Brigadier Edward said to Commander Elphinstone: "Since everyone has no objections, I will find an opportunity to talk to Horatio. Next time, let Horatio go to the Fleet Military Intelligence Department to report."

"But he is only a reserve sergeant, and his military rank is not advanced enough..." Halfway through his words, Colonel Elphinstone closed his mouth knowingly and smiled politely.

Also, Horatio, as a descendant of Admiral Speyer and the son of Chief Lord Captain Corcoran, as long as he lives and has the courage to make progress, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the general of the Gothic Fleet.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with letting him participate in departmental affairs. Anyway, the heads of the Military Intelligence Command seem to have more trust in him and quietly help him earn credits.

As Baron Keith, Elphinstone could certainly understand. As a noble, he could smell the potential political coaxing in it.

Principal Elphinstone smiled playfully.

The sunlight outside the window shines on the well-ironed officer's uniform, and the golden tassels and gorgeous medals sparkle.

Major General Hood's slightly sideways face fell into the shadows, looking at the phalanx of hell's elite soldiers on the parade ground, which were fully armed and neatly dressed.

"The Imperial Navy has neither the time nor the patience to reason with those who provoke us," the rear admiral said.

Brigadier General Edward and Colonel Elphinstone looked at each other and stood up together to raise their glasses in greeting. Major General Hood raised his glass in return, with blood-like wine surging in the glass.

"The enemies of the Empire have only one option: to die."

A thunderbolt tore through the sky, illuminating the originally dark office of the chief military intelligence officer, and reflected the three figures on the ground, like three intertwined sharp swords.

We sincerely ask all readers for your support! Please give me monthly tickets~Please collect~Please recommend~(●｀●)