Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The military boots stepped on the brown stone ground. The side of the black military boots was imprinted with an eagle spreading its wings, and there was also a skull emblem on the chest of the eagle, which symbolized the pure human skull and symbolized Loyalty and purity, just like this college.

Dean Nassimov walked under the white walls and domes. Huge hanging crystal chandeliers passed over his head. Countless candles and lights were burning on the trays supported by the disks. The light illuminated the surrounding white walls and golden checkered decorations.

They are golden platters similar to mosaic puzzles. They are imprinted on the surface of the curved dome above the head. They are close together one by one, relying on the pure white stone as the dividing line to separate each position independently.

The candlelight also illuminated the antique bricks on the ground. The bricks and stones were spliced ​​together with different colors and textures, and together they painted a huge mural on the ground that shimmered with matte light. It was the appearance of a golden throne. Surrounding the majestic throne are golden wings spread out like feathers. On top of the throne, in the center, sits the immortal human God Emperor.

Nassimov walked past the portrait of the emperor. He stepped on the antique brick floor, and his military boots clicked on the ground. The dean wore a pistol on his waist. Not only that, he also had a pistol on his belt. Holding several magazines, it can be seen that the dean is not going to attend a dance or an elegant social banquet. He is going to take back everything. Under the leadership of the great Vito Constantine, he will take back everything.

"Dean."

When Dean Nassimov walked in front of a marble colonnade, a young inquisitor in black walked out from behind the pillar. A chain sword and a bolter were hung on his waist, and a rosary connected the inquisitor to the inquisitor. With the sign of the court hanging on his waist, he walked out from behind the stone pillar and walked side by side with the dean.

"Who are you? Where is Mr. Angva?" Nasimov did not stop. He continued to move forward. He could not stop. The marshal's order could not be changed. He asked himself to seize the inner palace in the morning. Streets and defense, then Nassimov will get it, and there will be no difference in it. This is the quality of an excellent soldier.

"Heinrich Belliama, Dean, the Grand Inquisitor of Angvar has gone to the Terran Parliament. He will attend the Parliament with Master Eva to paralyze the high lords and make them believe that it is just a conspiracy. Simple meeting.”

Nassimov glanced at the young inquisitor beside him. He looked very young. He must be a newcomer in the entire inquisition. Nassimov knew that inquisitors like them were proud and arrogant. He believed that he was the emperor. The one chosen by the emperor, the chosen one who is above all else.

Nassimov did not like to cooperate with such young people on such critical matters. Their arrogance and arrogance would often lead to serious consequences, not only threatening themselves, but also threatening more people involved in the action. However, many times when the action begins, the plan does not keep up with the changes, so Nassimov will accept him, but he must explain some issues clearly to the young judge.

"Listen, Judge Heinrich Beria, I agree that you will take part in the action on behalf of Angvar, but as long as the gun is fired, you must listen to me. I don't care if I am the judge or anyone else, I will do it on the battlefield. You have to obey my orders completely, can you do it?"

Dean Nassimov stopped as he spoke. He stopped in front of a gate supported by stone pillars and huge vaults. The majestic dean turned his head and looked directly at Heinrich who was following him. The reporter also stopped and stood in front of the dean and looked at him.

Heinrich looked into the dean's eyes. The blue eyes looked at him. His slightly older but still as strong as steel face stood in front of him. The old man's body was like a surging and moving Titan. People will doubt the old general in front of them. You only need to take a look at him to know that he is right and obey him.

So Heinrich nodded in a rather humble manner, which was commendable for an inquisitor of his age, "I will obey all your orders, Dean Nasimov."

"Very good, then come with me. The time the marshal gave me to take action is almost up. We don't have much time." Nasimov said and turned around and walked towards the door behind him, and Heinrich naturally followed. Going up, he followed the old general in front of him and strode forward. When he reached the door, Nasimov pushed it open with a palm.

They walked into the gate. In the conference room behind the door, the officers and commanders on both sides of the long table immediately stood upright from the table and turned to look at Nassimov. Their arms were neatly raised in salute. The officers Looking at Nassimov walking towards them, the latter simply bowed to them, then strode to the table and leaned on the edge of the wide tabletop.

Nassimov looked at the map in front of him. On the table in front of him were scattered maps of the palace, which were covered with marching arrows, key targets and attack points. It must be said that the officers did The results were quite good. They completed the arrangement of a military operation within the stipulated short time. This made Nassimov very satisfied, and even proud. At least the command skills they learned in the academy were not in vain.

"Dean, who is this?" Lieutenant Charles next to Nasimov turned to look at Heinrich and asked differently. The young inquisitor nodded to Heinrich and several officers. The lieutenant and several officers around him also nodded politely to him instinctively.

"The representative of the Tribunal, he authorized us to conduct and participate in the operation on behalf of the Tribunal, but he will listen to us. Now tell me your plan. We don't have much time." Nasimov slammed the table in front of him with his palm. After his palm was heavily squeezed on the map, Charles and the officers around him immediately focused their attention on the right place. They turned around and gathered around the table. The person responsible for explaining the operation to Dean Nasimov was his adjutant Charles. He led the officers to formulate this plan, and naturally he should report the pre-war operation to the dean. Charles pointed to the huge floor plan of the palace in the center of all maps. "After the operation begins, all assault troops will depart from the academy. We plan to immediately dispatch students from the Stormtroopers Department in Valkyrie fighters from the academy airport and directly attack the signal tower west of the palace to seize control of television and radio to prevent the high lords from calling their direct troops for support through global broadcasts."

Charles pointed to the key target circled in red. The officers around him gathered around the table and watched with Nasimov. The dean held his chin and thought for a moment. "What about the communication system inside the parliament hall? How did you cut off the emergency communication lines of the high lords? I'm sure that group of people in the parliament The guy who cherishes his life installed a high-power signal device that can directly contact the outer army. "

"Regarding this issue, we plan"

"No, you don't have to worry about this issue. The Assassin's Court and the Inquisition will ensure that no one in the building will make even a sound to the outside. "

Before Lieutenant Charles said anything, Heinrich behind them suddenly interrupted them. All the officers turned their heads to look at the Inquisitor. They looked at each other and then looked at Charles. The latter looked at Nakhimov for orders after a moment of hesitation. The dean himself turned his head and looked at Heinrich in silence for a second or two, then turned his head away.

"You heard it, our allies will handle this problem, continue to report the other parts, hurry up, we don't have much time."

"Yes, sir!"

Charles and the officers immediately looked at the map again, and Heinrich behind them also walked gently behind them. Heinrich's eyes scanned everything on the table, and then after looking at all the officers present, he walked to the table and looked at Lieutenant Charles who was leaning sideways beside Nakhimov, stretching out his long arm and pointing at the mark on the map.

"The Stormtrooper Company will be divided into three groups. One group will seize the TV tower, and the other group will control the energy hub around the parliament, cut off the functions and paralyze the surrounding military camps. In particular, the radar system and alarm system will be down in a short period of time. At this moment, the third group consists of all the remaining members of the Stormtrooper Academy. They will immediately attack from the air to seize all air defense and high-altitude dive firepower points to clear the threats for the ground advancing troops."

Charles' finger made a big circle on the map. Nasimov looked at the mark where his finger passed. The high-altitude firepower positions of the palace and the staggered firepower points that had caused the rebels a lot of trouble during the defense war during the Horus Heresy were marked. It seems that these officers listened carefully and were deeply impressed when the war history class introduced how Marshal Vito made a perfect defense deployment during the Horus siege of Terra.

"While the students of the Stormtroopers Department seized the high-altitude firepower points, the students of the Intelligence and Counterintelligence Department would act at the same time. They would disguise themselves as noble refugees who had fled into the palace from outside the palace after facing the riots of the people, hide their weapons in the trucks and quietly approach the outposts and positions on the streets, then suddenly stop the trucks after deceiving the guards, then take out their weapons and disarm the defenders on the defense line, and then open the positions to let our mobile troops pass."

"Can they pretend to be like that? This action must be based on the guards' trust in them." Nakhimov pointed to the map and asked, and Lieutenant Charles nodded calmly, tapping the marked points on the map.

"We are looking for orphans from noble families. Believe me, sir. They are usually full of aristocratic feelings in the academy, so they don't even need to pretend to deceive the guards. They can just act as they are."

Charles laughed as he spoke, and the young officers around him also laughed. Dean Nakhimov, who was surrounded by them, also smiled slightly, and then patted the table to signal Charles to continue.

The latter was startled and continued immediately. He picked up a pen and tapped a few streets on the map. "The plainclothes troops will advance along the street, leaving one or two cars behind each post, until all the posts and positions along the way stop and move at the same time. The commandos behind all the positions will control all positions within one minute, and then open the defense line at the same time."

Charles pointed to the end of the street on the map with a pencil, and then slid the tip of the pen up along the street. Nakhimov's eyes also moved along the gray pencil. Charles tapped a few points behind many defense lines on the map with the tip of the pen.

"Once the plainclothes team opens the passage, the ground forces of the Infantry, Armored, and Artillery faculties will immediately take action. The infantrymen will ride on the Armored Chimeras, Leman Russ, and Salamanders and rush through the streets at the fastest speed. Their targets are the military camps and key positions around the parliament. If they capture these targets, the High Lords will be trapped."

"What is the expected resistance intensity?" Nasimov frowned slightly as he looked at the map and asked, while Charles leaned sideways on the table and tapped the map lightly with a pencil.

"It shouldn't be strong. The High Lords and the surrounding guards can't anticipate our actions, and most of the troops have been transferred to the periphery to suppress the riots. The number of defenders left here is limited and cannot stop our actions."

"And even if they intend to rely on the fortress to hold on, we have incorporated the artillery department into the assault team. Their heavy artillery will be directly dragged behind the armored vehicle and go directly to the front line to remove any positions that suppress the infantry. "Bayonet on the cannon" I remember Marshal Vito described this move like this."

"As the surrounding positions fall into our hands, the military operation will be successful. We will surround the entire High Lords' Council and the outer encirclement The troops will immediately re-enter the garrison positions that we have disarmed, re-occupy the bunkers and heavy weapons, and cooperate with the stormtroopers on the upper level to intercept and block any lord's direct troops who intend to return to support after hearing the sound of gunfire. "

Nasimov looked at the map in front of him and stood up with satisfaction at the dense military marks. He stood between Charles and the officers with his hands on his waist and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, gentlemen, if this is your graduation assignment, you will get full marks."

Charles and the officers looked at each other and laughed. They patted each other on the shoulders, and Charles continued to look at Nasimov in front of him, but there was a smile on his face.

"Have all the action troops assembled?" Nakhimov asked, pressing Charles' shoulder. The latter nodded and looked at the closed window. "Except for the plainclothes team that has already set out, everyone is assembled in the departure square, waiting for your order, sir. Do you need us to issue an order to start the action immediately?"

"No, Charles, your plan is perfect, but there is still one thing missing."

"What, sir?" Charles showed a puzzled expression. He looked at the smiling Nakhimov in front of him. He picked up his military cap from the table and put it on his head. The dean walked to the window and slightly pressed down the blinds with his fingers, looking at the troops gathering outside through the window slit.

"It is a routine for the imperial army before an expedition, and the political commissar's passionate speech before the war."