Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"Go! Fuel room!"

Seeing that the core force of the orcs at the scene was wiped out, and the remaining defeated army was completely defeated, Calvin said to the Gray Knights who were finishing the finishing work at the scene.

He first walked towards the passage in front of the engine room. Less than a kilometer away was the fuel room.

"Call the bridge."

Calvin used the communicator in his hand to contact the command post on the bridge.

"Please speak when you receive it."

"Mark the hidden ammunition storage points on the way from my current position to the fuel room. My soldiers need to replenish ammunition."

"Roger, information transmission will begin now."

The completed Gray Knights were just in time to catch up with Calvin.

After hearing what he communicated with the headquarters, the Gray Knights spontaneously began to count their ammunition base while marching.

The entire formation of Gray Knights began to automatically adjust as they marched.

The servo system inside the power armor always monitors the status of these Emperor's Angels.

Because the excitement of adrenaline secreted in the body during the battle had just passed, trace elements and electrolytes were spontaneously drawn out from the reserve system in the power armor and injected into the bodies of the Gray Knights.

They don't have time to repair like mortal troops, so using the wartime reserves in the power armor becomes a natural choice.

When passing through the defense lines of the mortals' positions, these heavily armored giants, which were over 2.5 meters tall, were almost the same as they were before the war started.

The sense of strength and security brought by their burly bodies under their silver-gray power armor made these mortal warriors who had just been rescued from the orcs full of pride and confidence in the empire.

Calvin did not stop. As he walked, he said to the captain who had recovered:

"Leave enough manpower on guard, and the remaining people will build a backup line of defense 200 meters back based on the terrain. The battle is not over yet, and you have no right to relax until we clear the entire black ship."

"Follow the order!"

The young captain, who was also agitated, lowered his head to show his submission.

When he raised his head, the Gray Knights had disappeared into the heavy metal corridor.

While marching, the Gray Knights took the time to familiarize themselves with the general terrain of the upcoming battlefield from their respective data terminals.

The data transmission from the bridge has arrived, and in their helmet eyepieces there is a complete three-dimensional image of the topography and general situation of the fuel chamber.

The fighting terrain here is slightly better for the defenders than in the engine room.

At least there is no maintenance channel, a corridor prepared for the passage of large equipment, which gives the defenders a headache.

The only large-scale material transportation channel is in the direction behind the defenders leading to the engine room, which is where Calvin and others came from.

Apart from a few narrow passages facing the orcs' attack, there was only one main road that could be attacked.

But this passage, which is less than 10 meters wide but 200 meters long, is really not conducive to the attacking orcs.

They could smell the defender's malice just from the placement of several twin-mounted laser guns at the end of the passage.

After simply trying a few attacks, the orcs, who dropped more than a hundred corpses on the passage, turned to drilling tactics.

On the front passage, the suppressive firepower of the orcs continued, and the charge launched by the ancient giant garbage relying on heavy equipment continued.

But the attacks of the orcs were not limited to the frontal battlefield. The cabins on both sides of the passage covered by the position began to be blasted one by one.

What they are betting on is that the number of troops on the black ship will be insufficient, and reinforcements will not be able to arrive for a while.

Only this low-battle-loss, but high-time-cost explosive assault tactic has room to be used.

And once such tactics are implemented, what awaits the defenders is a death charge that cannot be stopped after they get close enough.

That is something that this mere company of defenders and this position of heavy weapons cannot withstand.

As the walls of the room behind the bulkheads on both sides were blasted one after another, the officers of the defending army began to look grim.

withdraw? Further back from this intersection is the large passage just mentioned, which is completely unsafe to defend.

And the heavy firepower already deployed here, such as heavy logging guns, is easy to handle.

However, it is simply unrealistic for the automatic turret that has been started and debugged to be transferred to a backward organic system.

what to do? The captain looked at the political commissar and several sergeants around him who were still unable to make up their minds.

If reinforcements can arrive on time, then counter-piercing is not very necessary.

And if reinforcements fail to arrive on time, this bloody and brutal tactical action will buy precious time for the entire company to complete its mission.

Sacrifice is inevitable, but it must be meaningful.

This is the captain's dilemma.

The sergeants also understood the captain's concerns, and they did not let the political commissar push the company commander into a passive position.

The sergeants came up with the tactic that the captain knew, the political commissar knew, and they also knew, but no one wanted to take the initiative to mention it.

"Go back and penetrate, prepare for hand-to-hand combat."

One of the sergeants said calmly, and the other sergeants agreed with this in silence.

"Okay..." the captain said with a breath.

The captain does not need to make specific arrangements for what will happen next. The sergeants who have practiced many times on the ship clearly understand the key points of this tactic.

The sergeant major who returned to his own position began to mobilize manpower and gathered the most combat-effective veterans in his hands.

The recruits looked a little confused as they watched the squad leaders who were lying next to them pick up the grenades and leave silently.

The remaining backbone comforted the recruits, but their eyes as they looked at the squad leaders leaving were also full of worry.

The veterans who have served on the ship all year round can be said to be very familiar with the various tactical regulations for combat inside the ship.

Therefore, they did not dare to put too much hope in whether the departing squad leaders and veterans could return safely.

But for the sake of the company's morale and the maintenance of the entire front, they could only choose to remain silent.

It is these squad leaders who are leaving now, and if necessary, they will be obliged to do so.

Counter-penetration is not a magical tactic in naval battles. In a sense, it is just a street fighting rule in the interstellar era.

The specific content is nothing more than launching a targeted counter-charge and counter-explosion when the opponent explodes and advances.

Thermal weapons are not ideal in this kind of close combat. On the contrary, cold weapons and flamethrowers occasionally work wonders in such a cramped environment.

In a word: hand-to-hand combat and strangulation, hand-to-hand combat and suicide attacks. enough.

Even if there is a little hope, this tactic will not be placed on the desk of the commanders responsible for the execution of the tactics at the grassroots level.

But the situation of war is always not up to people's choice, especially this kind of defensive operation that inherently loses the initiative.

In this forced defensive operation, the precious defensive flexibility of the entire front is obtained through this bloody method.

They had no choice.

The sergeants and veterans gathered on both sides of the front line, and some veterans with abundant supplies silently distributed the tobacco in their hands to the side.

In the swirling smoke, everyone waited quietly.

Waiting for the moment when they will use the weapons in their hands to pour out the anger in their hearts.

When the fault light of the cabin 50 meters nearest came on in the situation map from the direction of the bridge, the veterans knew:

The brutal back-piercing finally inevitably began.

At zero o'clock (standard coordinate time, based on the start of a specific combat time.), the first anti-penetration team of thirty people, led by two sergeants, opened the hatches forward from both sides of the position and groped forward.

After a delay of 5 minutes, the anti-penetration team engaged the enemy and repelled the first attack of the orcs with pre-planted bombs, resulting in zero casualties.

After a delay of 8 minutes, the second wave of attacks arrived. The team used flamethrowers to repel the second wave of attacks with zero casualties.

After a delay of 12 minutes, the team encountered the third charge led by the orc boss. The flamethrower team broke up and repelled the attack at the cost of 4 deaths.

After a delay of 15 minutes, the team that retreated to the third cabin from the bottom used grenades and engineer shovels as weapons. Under the leadership of the political commissar, they repelled the opponent's fourth attack, killing 10 people.

After a delay of 16 minutes, the second and final group of 9 anti-penetration teams (including political commissars), led by the remaining two sergeants, arrived at the scene for support.

After a delay of 17 minutes, the anti-penetration team concentrated on a superior force and charged in the reverse direction, recapturing three cabins and killing 9 people (including the political commissar).

After a delay of 20 minutes, the last batch of high explosives remaining in the company was brought by the team and used to repel a wave of orc charges.

The fighting time up to this point, including the previous exploratory battle, has only passed a short hour.

In the temporary command post in the center of the position, the only remaining captain in the command team, the company commander, was smoking the tobacco in his hand.

He walked back and forth quietly but anxiously around the table with the map.

Explosives for fixed-point blasting on the gate behind have been placed.

Just waiting for his order, the passage leading to the fuel chamber will collapse accurately with the exquisite skills of the demolition sergeant.

The number of casualties no longer mattered at this moment. He only cared about how long his troops could withstand it.

What he was more concerned about was whether what sounded in his ears the next moment was the roar of the orcs on both sides of the position, or the footsteps of reinforcements behind him.

The former's voice will make him make up his mind to bury the entire passage and his comrades here;

The sound of the latter would make him grieve for the piercing teams he had sent out, who might have avoided death...

Just when he was struggling with this, the heavy footsteps of the Gray Knights behind him made him raise his head instantly.

He didn't look behind him.

The captain's tearful eyes just looked upward, looking through the fabric of the tent toward the sky.

There, there are their comrades who have returned to the throne...

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