Warhammer Inquisitor

The military boots stepped on the brown stone ground. On the side of the black military boots, there was a winged eagle branded on the side, and there was a skull coat of arms on the eagle's chest, which symbolized the pure human skull and symbolized Loyalty and purity, just like this academy.

Dean Nasimov walked under the white walls and dome, and huge hanging crystal chandeliers passed over his head. Countless candles and lights were burning on trays supported by discs. The light illuminates the surrounding white walls and golden checkered decorations.

It was a golden platter similar to a mosaic puzzle. They were imprinted on the surface of the curved dome above the head, one by one close together, relying on the white stone as a dividing line to separate each of them independently.

The candlelight also illuminated the antique bricks on the ground. The bricks and stones were spliced ​​together in different colors and patterns, and a huge mural on the ground was drawn together on the shimmering matte ground, which looked like a golden throne. Around the majestic throne are golden wings spread out like feathers, and on top of the throne, in the very center sits the immortal human god emperor.

Nasimov walked past the emperor's portrait, he stepped on the antique brick floor, his military boots clattered on the ground, the dean wore a pistol on his waist, not only that, but also a With several magazines in hand, it can be seen that the dean is not going to a certain ball or an elegant social banquet. He is going to recapture all of this, under the leadership of the great Vito Constantine, to recapture all of this.

"Dean."

When Dean Nasimov walked in front of a marble colonnade, a young judge dressed in black stepped out from behind the stone pillar, with a chainsaw sword and a bolt gun hanging on his waist, and the rosary was connected to the judge. With the logo of the court hanging on his waist, he stepped out from behind the stone pillar and walked forward side by side with the dean.

"Who are you? Where is Lord Angwar?" Nasimov did not stop, he continued to move forward, he could not stop, the order of the marshal could not be changed, he asked himself to seize the inner palace in the morning Streets and defenses, then Nasimov will go to get them, and he will not miss a penny. This is the quality of an excellent soldier.

"Heinrich Beriama, the dean, the Grand Inquisitor Angvar has gone to the Terra Council, and he will attend the Council with Master Eva to paralyze the high lords and make them believe that it was just a Simple meeting."

Nasimov glanced at the young judge beside him. He looked very young, and he must be a newcomer in the entire trial court. Nasimov understood the pride and conceit of judges like them, and believed that he was the emperor. The one chosen by the emperor, the one chosen by heaven to be above everything else.

Nasimov does not like to cooperate with this kind of young people on such critical matters. Their arrogance and arrogance often lead to serious consequences, not only threatening themselves, but also threatening more people involved in the operation. However, many times when the operation started, the plan did not keep up with the changes, so Nasimov would accept him, but he had to clarify some issues to the young judge.

"Listen to Inquisitor Heinrich Beria, I agree with you to take part in the action instead of Angvar, but you must obey me as soon as the gun is fired. I don't care if you are the inquisitor or anyone else. You have to obey my orders completely, can you do it?"

Dean Nasimov said and stopped in his tracks. He stopped in front of a gate supported by stone pillars and a huge vault. The majestic dean turned his head and looked straight at Heinrich who followed him. The reporter also stopped and stood in front of the dean and looked at him.

Heinrich looked into the dean's eyes, and those blue eyes looked at himself. A slightly old but still steel-like 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 you. You only need to look at him to know that he is right and obey him.

So Heinrich nodded, and his actions were quite humble. For a judge of his age, his modesty is enough to be praised, "I will obey all your orders, Dean Nasimov."

"Very well, then follow me. The time for action given by the Marshal is almost up, and we are running out of time." Nasimov said, turning and walking towards the door behind him, and Heinrich followed naturally. Going up, he followed the old general in front of him and strode forward. When he reached the gate, Nasimov pushed it open with his palm.

They walked into the gate, and in the conference room behind the gate, the officers and commanders on both sides of the long table immediately stood up neatly from the table and turned to look at Nasimov, arms and arms neatly raised in salute, the officers Seeing Nasimov approaching, the latter simply bowed to them, and then strode to the table and propped it on the edge of the large table.

Nasimov looked at the map in front of him. On the table in front of him were scattered maps of the imperial palace. They were filled with marching arrows, key targets and attack points. It must be said that the officers did They did quite well, and they completed the deployment of a military operation within the specified short period of time, which made Nasimov very satisfied, 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 his head to look at Heinrich and asked differently. The young judge nodded to Heinrich and the officers. The lieutenant and several surrounding officers also instinctively nodded politely to him.

"Representative of the Inquisition, he authorized us to carry out and participate in the operation on behalf of the Inquisition, but he will listen to us, tell me your plan now, we are running out of time."

Nasimov slammed the table in front of him with his palm, and after his palms were squeezed heavily on the map, Charles and the surrounding officers immediately focused their attention on the right place, and they turned around and gathered on the table side.

It was his adjutant Charles who was in charge of explaining the actions to Chief Nasimov. He led the officer corps to formulate this plan, and naturally he should report to the chief about the actions before the battle. Charles pointed to the last map on all maps. Plan of the huge palace in the center.

"After the operation begins, all the assault troops will depart from the academy. We plan to dispatch the students of the storm troopers department to take off from the academy airport on a Valkyrie fighter plane and directly attack the signal tower on the west side of the palace to seize the TV and The control of the broadcast prevents the high lords from calling their direct army back for help through the global broadcast."

Charles pointed to the key target circled in red, and the surrounding officers gathered around the table to watch with Nasimov, the dean held his chin in thought for a moment, "What about the communication system inside the council hall? How did you cut off the emergency communication lines of the high lords? I'm sure that those desperate guys in the council have installed high-power signal devices, which can directly contact the peripheral troops."

"On this issue, we plan"

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

Before Lieutenant Charles could say anything, Heinrich who was behind them interrupted them suddenly. All the members of the officer corps turned their heads to look at the judge. They looked at each other and then looked at Charles. After a moment of hesitation, he looked to Nasimov for orders, and the dean himself turned his head and looked at Heinrich in silence for a second or two, then turned his head away.

"You heard me, our allies will deal with this issue and continue to report to other parts. Hurry up, we don't have much time."

"Yes, sir!"

Charles and the officers immediately looked at the map again, and Heinrich who was behind them also walked gently behind them. Heinrich's eyes scanned everything on the table, and then walked away after looking at all the officers present. Going to the table, he looked at Lieutenant Shire who was leaning sideways beside Nasimov, pointing at the mark on the map with his long arms outstretched.

"The stormtrooper company will be divided into three groups. One group will capture the TV tower, and the other group will control the energy hub around the parliament. The cutoff function will paralyze the surrounding barracks, especially the radar system and alarm system will be down in a short time. At this moment The third group consists of all the remaining members of the Stormtrooper faculty, and they will immediately attack from the air to capture all the air defenses and high-level dive firepower points, and clear the threat for the ground advancing troops."

Charles' finger made a big circle on the map, and Nasimov watched as his finger passed the marked point, the high fire position of the palace, those who had suffered so much for the rebels during the Horus rebellion. The staggered-level firepower points have been marked. It seems that the members of the officer corps were serious when they introduced how Marshal Vito carried out the perfect defensive deployment during the siege of Terra by Horus in the war history class. Listen to the class, and it's very impressive.

"When the students of the Storm Troopers Department seize the high firepower points, the students of the Intelligence and Counter-Espionage Department will act at the same time. They will disguise themselves as noble refugees who fled into the palace from outside the palace in the face of public riots. We hid the weapons in the truck and quietly approached the outposts and positions on the street, then tricked the guards to stop suddenly after passing by, then pulled out the weapons and disarmed the defenders on the defense line, and then opened the positions to let our mobile troops pass by."

"Can they act like it? This action must be based on the guard's belief in them." Nasimov pointed to the map and asked questions. Lieutenant Shire nodded calmly, and he tapped one by one on the map. mark point.

"We are looking for orphans from noble families. Believe me, sir, they usually look like nobles in the academy, so they don't even need to pretend to be fooled by the guards. Just pretend to act in your true colors."

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

The latter was startled and continued immediately. He picked up a pen and tapped a few streets on the map, "Plainclothes troops will advance along the streets, leaving one or two vehicles behind each outpost. Until all the outposts and positions along the way are parked and act at the same time, the commandos behind all 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 up the street with the tip of the pen. Nasimov's eyes followed the movement of the gray pencil. After a few points.

"When the plainclothes team opens the passage, the ground troops of the infantry department, armor department and artillery department will move immediately. The infantry sit on the armored Chimera, Leman Russ and Salamander with the fastest speed Assaulted across the streets, their targets were these barracks and key positions around the parliament, and if they captured these targets, the high lords would be safe."

"What about the estimated resistance?" Nasimov looked at the map and asked with a slight frown. Charles leaned sideways on the table and tapped the map lightly with a pencil.

"It should not be strong. The high lord and the surrounding guards did not expect our actions, and most of the troops have been transferred to the periphery to suppress the riots. The number of guards staying here is limited and cannot stop our actions."

"And even if they plan to rely on fortresses to hold on, we have incorporated the artillery department into the commando team. Their heavy artillery will be dragged directly behind the armored body, and go directly to the front line to pull out any position that suppresses the infantry. "Bayonet on the cannon" I I remember how Marshal Vito described this move."

"As the surrounding positions fall into our hands, the military operation will be successful. We will surround the entire High Lords Council, and the troops in the outer encirclement will immediately re-enter the defensive positions disarmed by us, and reoccupy the bunkers and heavy weapons. Cooperate with the upper-level stormtroopers to intercept and block any lord's troops who intend to return to help after hearing the sound of gunfire."

Nasimov looked at the map in front of him and stood up satisfied with the dense military marks. Standing with his hands on his hips, he stood among Charles and the officers and nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, gentlemen, if this is your Graduation homework, then you get full marks."

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

"Have all the action troops assembled?" Nasimov asked, pressing the shoulder of Charles next to him, and the latter nodded immediately and looked at the closed window on the other side, "Except for the plainclothes team that has already set off, everyone is Gather and stand by at the departure square, waiting for your order, sir, do you need us to issue an order to start action immediately?"

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

"What, sir?" Charles showed a puzzled expression. He looked at the smiling Nasimov in front of him. He picked up his military cap from the table and put it on his head. The dean walked behind the window. Slightly depressing the blinds with your fingers, looking through the slits at the troops gathering outside.

"The practice of the imperial army before the expedition, the passionate speech of the political commissar before the battle."