Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

But to be honest, even if you want to do this, it is still difficult.

The enemy in front of the Grand Fleet had no scruples and was rapidly approaching the main force of the Imperial Navy's fleet;

The seventh-orbiting satellite located in the direction of Pestma was caught by the enemy due to its own revolution period. It was far away from the main satellite fortress group and deviated from the strike range of ground-based space-based weapons. It was falling into a frontal attack from the Death Guard. .

"My lord." Terentius's voice sounded again, forcing Calvin to put away his chaotic thoughts.

He raised his head, and as expected, saw the equally expectant looks of Vasilev and the Imperial Fist champion.

The former is waiting, waiting for the original body to tell whether the fleet can engage in close combat with the enemy, and whether the Astartes company can withstand and protect the fleet;

The latter problem is more complicated, but it can be summed up in one sentence:

The orbital period of Peiwei 7 is 12 hours, and the time window for deviating from the fortress group and the ground space-based weapons strike group is a full four hours.

"Fight." Calvin thought briefly and made a promise to reassure the two of them.

And his statement is not only related to the next direction of the large fleet, but also gives the former the opportunity to hold back the enemy head-on, so that the Blackstone Fortress can be successfully put in place;

It was even more because the original body knew that Pei Weiqi's time window was too long, and he had to compromise with the reality that it was impossible for the ground defenders to resist the enemy.

Those are the Death Guard, a group of Astartes who have been trained in thousands of standard tactics and given supernatural powers...

With the strength of the Astra Militarum, it may be possible to use massive artillery fire and armor on a planet-level continental battlefield, with the psychological expectation of inflicting hundreds or even a thousand times casualties on the opponent, and try to confront the former head-on.

But if the battlefield is changed to a satellite with a narrow depth, then there will be no chance to even fight!

Tactical reserves, war experience, response speed; and based on the huge advantages of equipment and body, absolute firepower density and terrifying frontal damage-bearing capability...

Calvin didn't even take into account the supernatural abilities belonging to Chaos, and he had already completely judged the death penalty for the ground defenders in his mind.

Because judging from the equipment in the hands of the Astra Militarum, except for the rare melt and plasma series, other individual weapons cannot be said to be useless, but the killing effect on the enemy is indeed better than nothing.

The Legion of Astartes, this sharp sword forged by the Emperor himself, was also given full play to its natural asymmetric advantages when facing the Empire itself.

And this kind of power from their own side, coupled with the gene seeds of Mortarion and the gifts of Nurgle, makes the Death Guards become terrifying monsters with tenacious vitality on the battlefield.

"Fight!" Calvin once again added the content of the order to Vasilev:

"Let the fleet adjust the battle line! The main battleships stationed by the Gray Knights will move forward!"

"As you wish!" Vasilev nodded, then closed his eyes and began to adjust.

Calvin, who had completely entered the state, did not even take a breath. After thinking about possible countermeasures in his mind, he finally decided to let the veterans who had belonged to the Luna Wolves fight against the descendants of Mortarion head-on.

The personal relationship with Talos was not forgotten at this moment.

But among soldiers, especially high-ranking officers who have left the grassroots, those personality conflicts that were not understood by Calvin in his previous life were also vividly reflected in his own body at this moment:

In other words, the more someone trusts you, the more likely they will personally send you to the core of the battlefield when a real bloody battle occurs.

"Terentius."

"I am here!"

"Inform the Death Watch and have Talos' men move towards Pestma."

The Primarch's order was given lightly, as if he were issuing the most ordinary duty mission.

But Terentius, who has been in the strategic command hall, knows that the war in the direction of Pesma seems to be ordinary, but it hides huge anxiety.

In the eyes of the Imperial Fist Champion, it was one of several hotspots that qualified as a battlefield meat grinder;

From a commander's perspective, only the most trusted troops are qualified to enter such a battlefield.

"Yes!" Terentius agreed.

As the orders continued to be given, the murderous aura on the original body became stronger and stronger.

“Tell him that he can mobilize all resources nearby, including armed forces, warships and vehicles, and all specially registered weapons and ammunition.

I have only one request: hold on for four hours, during which there will be no fleet-level fire support. But we will do whatever it takes to block the possibility of the enemy's heavy equipment being delivered!

He has two choices:

Either withstand the enemy's attack and focus the offensive on Pesma's satellite! Either... just die there, but remember to completely destroy it for me before you die! "

"Understood!" The Imperial Fist Champion confirmed again. He was not surprised by the severity of the original order. Instead, he only reiterated the keynote of the Gothic War from Calvin's words. There is one and only one - that is scorched earth!

Yes, they have no other choice but scorched earth; only scorched earth can contain these demons who control the plague.

But how long can this kind of intense and extreme treatment last? Terentius didn't know the specific answer.

But he knew that once the proportion of casualty troops increased, or the occupied territory reached a certain proportion.

Then this kind of isolation created by personal orders will inevitably lead to compromises due to the vacillation of people's hearts.

That is probably the beginning of the real disaster...

The order has been issued, and time is passing rapidly.

The fleet is slowly adjusting the order of the fleet at a distance of one million kilometers from the enemy.

The main battleships stationed with the Astartes Company are evenly arranged on the side of the fleet close to the direction of the exchange of fire.

This is not a battle line, because the hard condition required for a real broadside artillery battle is the maximum range of the largest caliber macro cannon - 300,000 kilometers.

Once the distance between the two sides crosses this warning line, the nova cannon will be replaced by the macro cannon with a higher firing frequency;

And the fleet will also take advantage of the superior firepower of the broadside and use the dense macro cannon array to throw deep hatred and destruction at the enemy.

The boarding battle, that is, at this stage, has reached the basic theoretical combat environment.

Because with the fixed structure of the warship, the fleet's track in the broadside battle will also be fixed due to the pursuit of maximum firepower delivery.

When the routes of the two fleets are transparent to each other due to the delivery of artillery fire, the fleets will inevitably enter into a close-range fast-paced battle in order to compete for the best shooting angle and the enemy's shooting blind spot.

This creates a basic environment for more intense boarding battles, and further increases the intensity of the war from the release of cold firepower to a bloody fight on the opposite side.

Calvin knows this, and Mortarion is no stranger to it.

In a sense, Calvin's biggest gain after obtaining the memory of the Imperial Fists Calvin is that he left the special operations familiar to the Inquisition and began to look at the overall situation from the perspective of the Imperial Fists, who are good at defense among the pure Astartes.

And the preciousness of the Imperial Fists lies in their naval command science, which has hardly faded or been interrupted even in the era of the war group.

Fleets, warships, hundreds of Astartes and Imperial officers, and then millions of fleet members.

From the perspective of the Imperial Fist, Calvin saw how his orders were operated from top to bottom, and finally drove a huge fleet to complete the function of its war machine.

And looking further, the entire Gothic Galaxy and even the entire Empire, at this moment, how many people or things are fulfilling and implementing his will in the name of the Emperor and the Human Empire.

This is not a string of numbers in the game, this is the living life he is watching, and will always fight for, protect.

And any will transmitted from him is also infinitely magnified at this moment, and after being transmitted layer by layer, it becomes the direction of operation of a huge organization.

The Supreme Forgetting Emotions, this is Calvin's latest understanding.

When he bears the emotions and hopes of too many people, his own words and deeds begin to distinguish from ordinary people.

Just like the order he just issued, as a commander, his personal emotions have been infinitely diluted, and what is reflected in life is that the more he trusts someone, the more he will personally send him to the most brutal battlefield at a critical moment...

It can only be said that war is a huge melting pot, and Calvin now, although he still remembers his identity as (Jiang Wen) in his previous life.

But the huge pressure and sense of mission not only forged his unimaginable mentality in his previous life, but also made him feel the paleness of those ordinary lives when he recalled the memories of his previous life.

He is still that Jiang Wen, but he will never be that Jiang Wen again.