Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Human beings are a sentimental race and always like to give too many sentimental concepts to the material in reality.

Such as the sky, such as the river.

The same is true for meteors, which are always compared to short but bright lives by humans;

But when these emotions meet rationality, they always appear fragile;

And if it's a little more extreme, when sensibility encounters war, it will completely turn into inappropriate moaning.

Calvin stood at the forefront of the Charles Galaxy's defense line, sighing on the star chain consisting of orbiting space stations and weapons defense platforms.

The garrison commander was still resisting routine attacks by the orcs and had no time to come to greet his arrival.

Calvin did not interrupt his work, but chose to stand on the tarmac on the Orbital Space Station, the secondary core of Starlink, and watch the flickering artillery fire in the distance.

The battleships from the orcs were still as he remembered, with no rules and no fixed standards.

Those metal chimeras that look like garbage mountains are like a metal mass that has been installed into an engine. There is no fixed guideline for size and name. It all depends on the length of modification;

They also do not have fixed models and classifications. The so-called cruisers and battleships are all forcibly classified by humans based on their size. The orcs themselves do not have this concept.

The implication behind the lack of fixed standards is that these "industrial wonders" are also uncontrollable even for the orcs themselves.

Within half an hour after arriving at the space station, Calvin saw at least dozens of Orc assault boats that were not hit by defensive artillery fire, but simply disintegrated due to the power of their own hull's engines.

It can't even standardize its ammunition. At least since Calvin's arrival, his inhuman perspective has not been able to find any identical cannonballs from the muzzles of those cannons that lose parts as soon as they are fired.

The damage effects caused by these weapons can naturally be expected. Except for the unlucky ones drawn from the massive ammunition base, the orcs' long-range attacks can be said to be unorganized and do not pose a real threat.

But the orcs didn't care. Their huge and costless troops made up for all the shortcomings.

The dense but chaotic artillery fire, missiles and landing torpedoes painted with Brownian motion, and the laser array that sometimes failed to work, became terrifying under the huge base of the orcs.

What is really scary is the gunfire and the thick armor on the front of the ship (only the front is armored).

Once the Ork fleet successfully closes into boarding distance, their inhuman physical prowess will inflict a devastating blow to the Astra Militarum of the Repulse Gang.

That's right, this group of orcs who live in the background of the 39K Empire era rely on brutal and bloody melee combat for their special skills.

And given their terrifying asexual reproduction speed, this kind of fighting is their most cost-effective tactic.

The command hall was beyond the porch a hundred meters behind him, and Calvin did not go in to disturb the officers at work;

He led his escorts along the track between the space stations and walked towards the weapons defense platform further forward.

This is already the quasi-forward position of the war, and it is also the location of the regimental and battalion-level headquarters of the Astra Militarum;

Further ahead is the secondary floating military station.

These "detachable" components with only one heavy cannon or two or three laser arrays are real screw-level existences in the defense system. They are also literally places of death battle that may be abandoned at any time.

"The void shield is on the verge of overload!"

The regiment staff officer roared loudly to his supervisor across several desks. Even though there was a door across the door, Calvin could hear clearly in the distance in the corridor.

There is no precious energy here to isolate the roar of artillery fire. The small ion reactor has only two missions here:

First, provide energy for the void shield generator, and if there is excess energy, maintain the basic lighting and internal operations of the platform.

Second, self-destruction. When a cheap micro-defense point like a weapon platform is captured by the orcs, the plasma reactor is used as the final self-destruction weapon.

"I heard you! Stop howling!"

Facing the staff's unwilling roar, the captain of the Astra Militarum responded impatiently.

Colonel Emil Bruno, the commander of the 189th Orps Grenadier Regiment of the Astra Militarum, was wearing his military cap and smoking pungent tobacco, staring at the troop deployment map in front of him in a daze.

This is the third time that he has survived the battlefield and returned here again after a rotation in the rear.

Thanks to the son-of-a-bitch orcs across from him, he was able to climb from a top soldier to the position of regimental leader in more than ten years;

Thanks to the Emperor's blessing, he inexplicably survived every deadly battle in which the group was wiped out.

But this time it was probably enough. Bruno bared his yellow teeth and unconsciously ravaged the tobacco in his mouth;

The duration of the garrison mission is only less than 60 hours, but there are only less than 900 brothers left in hand.

Logically speaking, he should be sure to survive until the end of the mission, and a new unlucky guy from behind will come to change defense.

But the orcs on the opposite side obviously have a new breakthrough in terms of order of magnitude. The larger Waaaaah has significantly strengthened these orcs.

The weapons were obviously more complete than in the last mission and the body was stronger than the last time, so the damage in the actual battle far exceeded his expectations;

What worries Bruno even more is that the soldiers on the front line have even experienced fighting with new infiltration-type orcs.

Although it cost an entire company, the attack that raided the regiment entrance was finally repelled;

But the huge scar on his face that was scratched from top to bottom by a serrated bayonet was a constant reminder that his enemies were no longer what they used to be, and his superiors didn't seem to pay the same attention.

"Deflect the gravity engine and let the soldiers of the 11th company go up and push it!"

He thought for a moment and then spit the cigarette holder on the ground fiercely, and said to the staff officer and regimental technical priest who were waiting for orders.

The former looked at him deeply after hearing the order, then lowered his head on the data pad and began to issue orders to the 11th Company;

The latter connected his robotic arm to the servo of the platform and began to drag the military station originally located behind the platform forward.

Bruno lowered his head and said nothing. He understood the meaning in the staff officer's eyes.

The 11th Company is already the last two complete main battle companies in his hands, and it is also one of the last reserve units.

Deploying this company is a dangerous warning that the entire army has entered zero fault tolerance.

Once this force is completely consumed, except for the 13th company directly responsible for guarding the regiment headquarters, the remaining several hundred people on the entire platform are either technical sergeants and logistics support, or standard recruits from the last three companies.

no solution anymore! You think I am willing! Bruno thought bitterly in his heart.

But military orders are like mountains.

Orders in the military are orders, and there is no room for negotiation.

As long as the time limit for the defense mission is one second short, they must stay here to block the orcs' surprise attack;

The gate to the space station has long been unilaterally locked, and Bruno has no hope of getting there.

He clearly knew that the entire defense line was under the pressure of the orc offensive, and his old boss, who had to leave the front line due to his physical disability and took up a position in the military headquarters, still heard the order he personally gave before leaving:

"Orpheus does not lack tears, but hot blood. Even if you die, you must die after the guard time!"

"Made! Fight!"

Seeing that the 11th company, which had just merged into the battle position, had no time to deploy, it was instantly blown up by a missile from the battleship.

Brudo gave orders to the officers beside him with red eyes:

"Everyone is here, clean up your affairs! Directly under the security company, follow me! Beat him!"

As he spoke, Blono packed up his carapace and walked out of the hall door.

His eyes were still fixed on the incoming landing torpedo in front, and he casually patted the switch of the gate and wanted to go out.

However, a high silver metal wall blocked his steps and came into close contact with his nose:

"You fucking..." Halfway through his mouth as he instinctively yelled, Bruno's voice stopped abruptly as his eyes moved upward.

Standing in front of him at this time was a silver-armored giant like a god.

The other party obviously didn't mind his offense, and even asked with a little interest:

"In the name of the Emperor, soldier, what do you wish to say?"

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