Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 311 05.0310: ‘Horatio’s Ambition’

[Although it was just a verbal strategic conception, it was surprisingly comprehensive. ]

Commodore Perru looked at the slowly rotating Farr planet, thought about Horatio’s suggestion, and nodded in approval.

Previously, he had been worried that Horatio, who was promoted by the rocket, would find it difficult to convince the public with his strength. However, from the current point of view, his worries were just groundless.

The lieutenants on other ships who were whispering to him outside also realized his extraordinary qualities at this moment.

His meticulous strategic planning that was not in line with his age, and his active thinking of turning disadvantages into advantages made many lieutenants look at him from unconvinced to slightly recognized.

But if you want to really convince these proud sons of heaven, you have to see the results of Horatio’s next actions.

After all, the Imperial Navy has never lacked cunning schemes to attract attention, but most of them ended up as dusty parchments in the archives.

The reason why Horatio was so enthusiastic about proposing this operational plan that he had completed was naturally because he saw its high risk and high return.

The 300 military merit points granted to outstanding contributors to the forward-looking strategy stipulated by the Star Domain Navy Department are really not a small number.

You know, completing an entire expedition only gives 500 military merit points.

Adding the rest, this expedition can at least fill up one-tenth of the military merit points needed for promotion to a school officer, maybe more.

More importantly, as a time traveler, he knew very well that there were only a dozen years left before the 13th Black Expedition began.

In this dark and cold universe, strength is directly equal to the probability of survival. No one can stay out of it, and no one can break this iron rule.

If he doesn't want to have only ten years left in his life, he must forge ahead and reach the peak of power in the Imperial Navy as quickly as he can.

Horatio had a clear understanding of his goal.

The reason why he had been heading for the Imperial Navy from the beginning, rather than trying to become a planetary governor, an Imperial Guard officer, a Rogue Trader, a Mechanical Priest, or an Astartes Brother.

The fundamental reason was that in the name of the Emperor, His Holy Navy had the right to command and unconditionally and gratuitously recruit all void forces to serve the victory of the military organization of the most powerful war creation owned by the Human Empire.

For His Holy Navy, the planetary governor was just a beast of burden to provide blood tax and material tax for the fleet. The production capacity of a planet was just a drop in the bucket in front of the huge void war machine.

As long as His Holy Navy opened its mouth, the Ministry of the Interior would spare no effort to meet all the needs of the Imperial Fleet.

At the same time, tithes from dozens or even hundreds of planetary worlds were collected to feed this huge war creation and ensure that it fulfilled its sacred duties.

The value of a single planet was meaningless to the great fleet of the grand interstellar war. The sub-sector would become the basic unit for evaluating the value of the Imperial Navy.

The relationship between the Imperial Navy and the Rogue Traders is like the relationship between His Majesty's Royal Navy and the East India Company in British history.

As long as the Navy opens its mouth, the East India Company, even if it has great power in the Indian Ocean, must unconditionally serve His Majesty's Royal Fleet and provide all the necessary services.

This is the obligation they must fulfill after enjoying great power.

At the same time, the Mechanicus, which is in a cooperative relationship with the Empire, is the demigod Astartes in the eyes of mortals.

The Imperial Navy also has the right to call on their void forces to gather for victory.

When the Imperial Navy needs them, they must go to the designated coordinates for assembly, otherwise once the void battle fails, the consequences will be disastrous and everyone's interests will be damaged.

Correspondingly, when the Mechanicus and the Astartes request assistance from the Imperial Navy, the Imperial Navy will do its best to respond to their requests.

The relationship between the three is more like a close-knit military triumvirate.

"Very good idea. Now we will follow this strategic concept and further improve the specific action plan.

First, we need to discuss how many task forces to divide into, which blocks to launch the attack, whether to keep a reserve force, and whether to send a naval boarding team to the ground to assist in the operation in advance, or just keep it on call..."

Commodore Perroux immediately focused on a general direction, gathered the wisdom of all naval talents, and began a long and detailed tactical plan for the planetary forward offensive.

The meeting to refine the planetary-level combat strategy lasted up to 16 hours a day, which was painful and torturous, but necessary.

Because every extra minute and second wasted at this time, the enemy on the ground was improving their positions, exacerbating uncertainties, and increasing the risk of action failure and detachment annihilation.

The rebels have the advantages of a large number of people, local armed garrisons, and preemptive preparation.

The imperial army has a higher quality and better equipped professional army, absolute air superiority, and devastating artillery support advantages.

This is a real interstellar war, which directly affects the life and death of tens of millions of people in the future, and indirectly affects the safety of hundreds of billions of imperial citizens.

Both the rebels and the imperial army attach great importance to the strategic layout of each link.

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Three days later.

The Chief Eagle Flag Battalion of the Hell Vanguard is ready to go.

The proportion of officers in this unit is very high, and each 12-man squad is led by a reserve officer.

The lowest rank in the team is also a sergeant.

All of them are excellent and outstanding people who have received training in professional military academies, so they enjoy the highest level of weapons and support rights provided by the Imperial Navy.

Horatio and Louise, who are fully armed, check each other's equipment.

He raised his left hand to test the embedded data board on the back of the arm armor.

It contains a series of quick-fill parameter tables for air strikes and airborne support.

As long as this is used, warships in orbit can be called to drop all the military supplies needed by the Hell Vanguard in real time, or orbital air-ground support.

Although the Imperial Navy does not have the manned airdrop pods of the Astartes, it is because the armor and body structure of the mortal troops usually cannot withstand such a great impact.

But there are still equipment airdrop pods of the same type as the Astartes. It is in the shape of a teardrop and looks like a mini version of the manned airdrop pod.

All the heavy weapons and special weapons needed by the Hell Vanguard can be delivered at any time, from bolt ammunition to plasma rifles, from fragmentation grenades to survival packaged food.

As long as the Hell Sniper sends a request, the Imperial Navy fleet on orbit will do its best to provide them with logistical support at all costs to complete the mission.

"Louise, are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good luck to you two. Although I want to go, you are the special warfare experts in the arms of the Imperial Navy." The tall and beautiful female military supervisor in white came over in long boots and expressed her blessings to the two.

"You too, Farida. Our mission cycle below will not exceed one month. See you later." Horatio smiled back.

"Come with me, Captain."

Farida blinked, left a word and turned away.

Horatio and Louise looked at each other, she nodded, indicating that she had completed the inspection and let him do as he pleased.

In an empty corner, a man and a woman kissed each other.

"Come back to me unscathed, you know? You."

After a long kiss, Farida leaned over his neck, her rosy lips exhaling hot air, pecking at his neck like a bird, making his neck itchy.

"I promise you."

As soon as she finished speaking, her wet and warm lips came up again.

Her hands under the white gloves turned white due to the force, and she grasped his body tightly, as if she wanted to rub him into her blood and bones.

His hands also reached into her warm uniform, feeling her tenderness directly.

On the corridor about 30 meters above this unaware man and woman, stood a female pilot wearing a cool leather flight jacket and with a skin as smooth and delicate as cream chocolate. Her hands were resting on the railing, and the toe of her right flight boot was touching the ground, turning gently and boredly.

The pair of long eyelashes with exotic style looked down calmly, her eyes seemed to be scattered, and she was unconsciously lost in thought.

"Little Fasha, you are here! The combat meeting is about to start. This is your first meeting as a wing commander, so don't be nervous. Hey, what are you looking at?"

The short-haired female pilot jumped to the side of the tall female pilot and looked down along her line of sight.

Her excellent eyesight allowed her to instantly recognize the identities of the two and what they were doing. The short-haired female pilot took a breath and her movements became lighter.

"Oh~ His hand went in~ Our commander is very good~ It looks so comfortable. I can't believe that he seems to be serious on the surface, but he actually has something to do with the acting military supervisor behind the scenes."

Fasha snorted: "Why, do you want to try it too?"

"Well~ It's not impossible." Veronica excitedly used her index finger to circle the short hair by her ear.

Snap!

A knife-handed blow accompanied by a low hum of dissatisfaction suddenly came out.

"Ouch!" Veronica covered her head and let out a low cry of grief: "I've told you so many times, don't hit your head, it will make you stupid."

"You're stupid enough, Veronica. What, do you want to blackmail the commander to have sex with you?"

"Hey, although I have some ideas, but that's not what I mean." Veronica stuck out her tongue mischievously and playfully, then licked her lips and turned around, teasing:

"Hey, little Fasha, when will you find someone? I think the commander might like you very much. Look at how much capital you have.

In this world, who knows when we will be injured, let's try, we can't be virgins until we die..."

Veronica smiled evilly, pretending to be intimate from behind to put her arms around the waist of the female captain, and her hands suddenly attacked the part of her mouth as she spoke.

Before he succeeded, Fasha turned around gorgeously, as smooth and graceful as an exotic dancer, and slid away from Veronica's prank, and then hit the short-haired female pilot in the middle of the head with another knife.

"Come to the meeting, don't interfere in my private affairs. Keep your mouth shut, too. If the relationship between the commander and the military supervisor of Hood gets out, I will only blame you."

"Okay, okay... I won't say anything. Oh, you hit me so hard." Veronica covered her head with her hands in grievance, pouted her lips and followed.

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