Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

"Team Harvey, Team Ledos, and Team Fidio, report on your deployment status." Horatio's voice came from the helmet communication sound array of the three hell vanguard teams.

"The Harvey team has received it. We are already conducting a penetration reconnaissance mission behind the left flank of Montaquia Mountain."

"Roger, this is Leidos, our people are behind the right wing and are on standby."

"Roger, Horatio, this is Fidio. We are cooperating with the Astra Militarum artillery to guide the bombardment. We are currently located in the bushes on the side of the defense line."

"Horatio received it. Now I have a task to assign to you." Horatio looked at the long tactical holographic sand table in front of him. With his fingers sliding, the chess pieces of the Hell's Soldiers were moved to three places.

Horatio spread his fingers, made an arc in the air, and finally brought them together.

"Team Harvey, you and the dismounted rangers of the Astra Militarum will go to reconnoiter the enemy's air defense positions and the enemy reinforcements on the main road of Route 54."

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

"Ledos detachment, your detachment is all heavily equipped with power armor. I need you to lead the nearby rifle squad to infiltrate from the right rear, scout the enemy's anti-aircraft positions and artillery positions, and wait for opportunities to destroy them, and finally merge with Harvey's detachment."

"Leave it to me, our flamethrowers will get the job done!"

Then Horatio drew an arc from the front.

"The Fidio detachment, British heavy dragoons and tanks are about to attack the main road. You are responsible for accurately guiding the artillery attack, and at the same time destroying and suppressing the fort facilities on the side of the road."

"yes!"

The sky was gray with the smoke, and from the ground, the two stars were nowhere to be seen, as if the days of dark clouds were back.

Occasionally, a faint light shines through the clouds, reminding the people on this battlefield that it is still daylight in the hemisphere they are in.

More than ten square kilometers of flat land suitable for farming, now under the beating of flames and artillery fire,

It has long been covered with craters of varying depths, as if the earth where the disease originated has developed festering scars, and they are still increasing and spreading.

The heat emitted by various weapons melted the snow, and shrapnel and gravel intertwined on the muddy ground.

A network of trenches outlines a fragmented picture.

Dots of red were scattered on it, which were the bodies of fallen Astra Militarum soldiers, and the dirt ruined the handsome and gorgeous military uniform.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood intertwined to form a breathtaking and uncomfortable smell that stimulated everyone's senses and forged and strengthened the inner beliefs of both warring parties.

The ruins of the walls were filled with the occasional shouts of soldiers and the crackling sounds of explosions and shooting.

After fighting in trench warfare, the Astra Militarum had advanced six kilometers on foot.

It is different from the heavy dragoons who throw the spoke weight in the infantry fighting vehicle and can replenish the required combat preparations from the vehicle at any time. After eliminating the threat, they immediately get on the vehicle and rush on their way.

The infantry must carry a certain amount of radiation weight and ammunition reserves, and carry out full battles and long-distance raids in full gear.

Everyone was exhausted. The ears of the Star Realm Army were already buzzing from the thunderous cannons. Their physical and mental strength were pushed to the limit. They had to rest in place, otherwise their subsequent combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

The British also sent a third echelon to replace the first echelon of infantry on the fields on both sides.

Boom!

The track of the tank crushed a twisted and deformed charred tree, ran over the mire, and crushed the corpses of the rebels. Countless pieces of mud mixed with blood and gravel were thrown backward from the track.

The Leman Russ tanks of the third echelon were filled with infantry. They ran over the no man's land filled with the smell of death and the three dug-out trenches, and rushed towards the advancing front of the first echelon.

A few hundred meters away from the forward firefighting point, the commanders asked the infantry to jump off the tank body and launch an assault on foot.

Those soldiers with neater uniforms jumped off the body and spread out under the gunfire, forming a new thin red line, stepping into the pungent-smelling muddy water.

Every step he took was accompanied by splashes of muddy water and dull squelching sounds. The long black shoe covers and leather shoes that were brand new and clean one second were soaked with muddy water the next second.

They stepped past the bodies of their comrades and rebels, passed through the comrades of the first echelon who were resting in hiding, and took over from them to charge towards the front.

The Astra Militarum mechanized dragoon troops on the front took the lead. These elite infantrymen cooperated with the Chimera infantry fighting vehicles to effectively eliminate the threat and immediately got on the vehicle, heading towards the forts sandwiching Route 54 without any delay.

The Chimera dropped the dragoons 600 meters in front of the enemy's crossfire point.

Fidio's team found a higher ground to easily observe the topography of the pass.

One of the vanguards took off a portable ground surveillance auspicious device from behind.

This device is a miniature variant of the "reconnaissance sonar" found on Imperial Navy escort ships. It is rare and expensive.

It can be carried on the back of a single soldier, but it is very heavy and takes up the entire back of the power armor.

Without the support of the "Assault" heavy-duty power armor with an exoskeleton structure, carrying it is simply asking for trouble and is quite a torture.

However, once the device is deployed stationary, the detection waves at one-minute intervals can detect almost all targets within a radius of three kilometers. Regardless of whether they are visible or not, as long as they are alive, they can be detected. It is very suitable for special forces penetrating behind enemy lines. Troops are used to explore bunkers and ambushes.

In addition, the Space Marines' tactical squads will also have tactical soldiers carrying an active ground surveillance radar to send reconnaissance beacons to designated target points.

One of the forward artillery observers in Fideo's group maintained contact and continued communication and collaboration, while the other three specifically connected with the heavy dragoon squad to report the enemy situation to them.

But Horatio's command hand made the coordination between the latter a little easier.

The ground surveillance auspex expanded the command hand's field of view, just as he could see the target from the servoskull and the C.A.T drone's photographic field of view.

Although he could not point to specific individuals through the ground surveillance auspex, he could still mark a conspicuous red arrow on the enemy's position to remind him that there was an enemy infantry squad here.

This usage is obviously more suitable for large battlefields, but he doesn't have time to help his subordinates mark the enemies one by one like a nanny, otherwise he wouldn't have to do anything else.

But to be honest, the command hand suitable for the fine tactical level still seems a bit powerless in managing and commanding large battlefields.

[Give me some strength, Commander's Hand, don't you have any tactical and strategic command branches that fit the battlefield? ]

Horatio was a little exhausted by the micro-operation of "moving the machine gun position five meters to the left" and was very busy.

This is no longer a small battlefield with only a few hundred people. Looking around, nearly 10,000 people on both sides are fighting on a battle line that is more than ten kilometers long.

Only those ladies who are leisurely are tasting sweet milk tea and desserts, chatting and watching the battlefield with artillery fire, and occasionally exclaiming or laughing like silver bells.

In sharp contrast, the entire brigade headquarters and the staff and commanders of the command posts at all levels are busy.

As the battle continues to advance, personnel replenishment, logistics supply, tactical arrangement, alternating fronts---·

All aspects of the war have received a large amount of feedback data and applications. Officers and staff must also make timely judgments, give replies and orders for various situations, and pay attention to the full range of battle conditions. Several switchboards at the brigade headquarters have not stopped throughout the whole process.

The mechanically modified Home Office operator's fingers were flying as he typed on the typewriter. The mechanically driven feather pen printed out the battle situation reported one by one on parchment, and then sent them one by one to the holographic sand table at the brigade headquarters.

There, Sir Wellesley, the battalion lieutenant colonel, the majors of the sub-battalion, and dozens of brigade staff and advisory officers were talking and pointing at the holographic tactical sand table.

The brigade's observation artillery telescope was not enough, so Sir Wellesley asked the artillery unit to send more than a dozen high-precision artillery telescopes to the brigade headquarters for officers to observe the progress of the front line.

On Highway 54 behind the front line, a long line of various trucks were busy but not chaotically transporting supplies and personnel to various artillery positions and front-line military stations.

Batches of young and even immature reserve battalion boys were sent to the front-line military stations in shaky trucks.

Yesterday, they were still conducting boring training in the reserve camp in the rear.

Today, they were pulled to the military station full of wounded and sick people. Nervous excitement and fear were mixed in their hearts. The wind blowing from afar carried the smell of rust, gunpowder and horror.

These reserve camps are all light infantry, lacking heavy weapons and armor. They can only be responsible for maintaining and consolidating the front line and preventing infiltration. They belong to the second-line troops of Britain.

Once the combat battalion has organized casualties, they will get on the truck and be sent to the front line like blood in the spare blood bag. Get off at the military station and walk to the battlefield full of artillery fire.

Then they will be sent to the first echelon squads that are resting at the front line to supplement the casualties.

And those veterans who were originally in the combat squad will first fill the positions of heavy weapons teams and special weapons shooters.

They will resolutely pick up the plasma rifles and melta guns of the victims, and then the reserve battalion soldiers holding laser guns will fill their rifle positions.

Round after round of shells fell on the target detected by the ground detection auspicious instrument. The first to reach the target was the 120mm mortar shell fired by the quadruple launcher.

Because the launch position is close to the front line and the reload is fast, they are better rapid fire support weapons than the ground shaking gun.

These whistling shells spread a long and terrifying roar that made people shudder, and did not hide their purpose of bringing death and destruction.

Then, three Chimera engineering vehicles, escorted by the reconnaissance sentinel mecha, came to the front of the front line, full of Royal Heavy Engineers.

They belong to the engineer demolition team. In addition to building fortifications, they are also good at destroying bunkers and buildings.

The sentinel mecha is an all-terrain bipedal mecha. In Horatio's own words, the style is very similar to the AT-ST walker from Star Wars. The weapon positions on both arms can flexibly replace any weapon mount owned by the Astra Militarum, even the hot melt spears used by the Lancers.

'Well, before our navy friends can fly in the sky, let us, the Astra Militarum, give these traitors a good drink.' Sir Wellesley used the gun telescope to look at the offensive in the direction of the pass.

"Sir Wellesley, although I am only an advisor sent by the Imperial Navy, please allow me to make a bold request. Can you grant me the authority to judge the front-line command together with the lieutenant colonels and to conduct certain command interventions on the front-line troops?"

Horatio, who was examining the command hand skill branch tree in the dark vision, thinking about where to use the soul fire skill points accumulated in so many previous battles, suddenly said.

He obviously found something from the skill tree in the dark vision.

(Hunting Vanguard-Sentinel Mech)