Warhammer Inquisitor

Vito looked at the night outside the window, the thick night fell on the horizon, it rose from the horizon like a jet of black Tony Leung, Vito looked at the dark border, counting down the numbers in his heart, and finally raised his finger to use more The practical way counts up.

"Three, two, one, start." With the end of Vito's countdown, the sky was instantly lit up by fire, the black clouds turned into scorching flames in the blink of an eye, and the sound of rumbling guns came from afar, and the attack began .

At this very moment, the army of the empire has already attacked from behind the high wall of the port at the foot of Iron Grad. The bombardment rumbled as a drum to wake up the battlefield, followed by the marching sound of the armored army's crawlers that shocked the world. Vito looked out. In the sky, a huge shadow is driving across the sky.

Those are low-earth orbit starships that are about to go to the battlefield, and in the upper orbit, the larger starship fleet has already started the offensive, and the communication headsets are full of their information, and with the ground war At the beginning of , the relevant information grew explosively.

A flood of briefings poured into Vito's mind, but he didn't change his face. The empire's pinnacle was firm, and he watched the distant battlefield indifferently and calmly. What was in front of him was clearly a barred window, but in his eyes, it was even more Like a podium for commanding the three armies, his will will spread across the battlefield through earphones.

"The bombardment turned into deep shooting, concentrated firepower on the eastern front, and the armored dragoons were ready to charge and pierce Mortarion's first line of defense, but don't continue to advance rashly, that kid likes the trap built by the deep defense line."

Vito said firmly, his fingers sketched on the wall beside the iron window, there was nothing there, but it seemed that there was a detailed military map for its master to dispatch troops.

It was a view overlooking from a high altitude, as if two chess players were sitting on both sides of the chessboard, raising and lowering their hands, deciding the lives of thousands of people and the fate of the battlefield.

"Has Mortarion's defenses shaken? No, it looks stronger than I thought, no Astartes stationed? Mortal rebels mainly? Very good, that means this is not his trap, but consumption, dispatch The air and artillery destroy the trenches, leaving aside the infantry inside, and the armor presses on, occupying his second front."

Vito looked out the window at the sound of the newly added rumbling guns, and the sky was colored by the soaring flames, "Infantry, take the trenches, advance along the trenches, if I'm not mistaken, there should be underground tunnels, go in, and take it down , Mortarion likes tight positions, he and Pertura learned a lot."

Vito knew his men. They were Vito's generals. In the distant era of the Great Crusade, Mortarion, Perturabo and all the Primarchs, no matter whether they chose loyalty or betrayal, at that time They are Vito's generals, even Horus is no exception.

They are the war lords of the empire, and the commander of the war has always been only one person, not Malcador on Terra, the heart of the distant empire, and his council, nor the emperor deeper in the throne, but behind the bars. This man, his name is Vito Constantine.

After a while, the bad news came from Vito's earphone again, but it didn't shake him in the slightest, "It's taken? Very good, no, I don't care about their casualties, now detonate the explosives from the underground passage , destroy enemy positions on the surface, and prepare for the onslaught, Perturabo will not ignore them, he will fight back, as he has always done."

Vito said confidently that he knew what he was doing and what he was going to do next, and he knew that the initiative had now returned to him, "Expand the existing position and stop advancing, you heard me right, stop advancing , consolidate the position and start defending, now let Mortarion's boys run into our defense."

It will become a mill of flesh, but blood has been shed on the Empire's side, and now it's the turn of the traitors.

"Transport heavy weapons up, yes, that's right, that's why I ordered the army to bring these cumbersome guys, understand now? Very well, let them roar." Vito said coldly, he The sound turned into the roar of thousands of heavy cannons, and their voices came from outside the iron window and from the earphones together.

But Vito ignored them. At this moment, his attention has shifted to the new battlefield. A general will not only care about one battlefield, and a person who wants to become a king will not only see the bloody wind in front of him.

"Order the navy's near-ground combat ships to descend immediately and start disinfecting the advancing area. Regardless of the possible anti-aircraft firepower of the enemy, purify the land there, or wait to be corrupted by the Nurgle demon from the underground spores, and then turn around. .”

"The support team, start from behind the city wall immediately, maintain the firepower of the artillery and the front line, I will let Mortarion hit his head here until he retreats, he will be humiliated, and he can only accept this A little." Vito said with a cold smile, his words were full of contempt, torture and teasing.

He is not a common general in the empire, he only knows how to attack and attack blindly. When attacking, retreating is regarded as a cowardly behavior, but Vito wants to use this cowardice to change it from shame to challenge and take down the enemy's position , stop advancing and stick to it, and wait until the enemy counterattacks.

Then they will take the initiative to come to Vito, and stage a bloody feast for him on the battlefield and stage he has preset. The king will not take the initiative to find anyone, and someone else will always come to the king.

Cannon fire flickered on the battlefield, which was the beginning and sudden collapse of an offensive, and then the fire flickered several times, and finally completely dimmed.

The smell of the disinfecting holy water from the low-altitude battleship mixed with the bloody smell from afar. Although Nurgle's poisonous mist was disinfected when it passed through the holy water, the bloody smell still irritated people's nasal cavity.

"The enemy is starting to retreat, listen to my orders and prepare..."

"I said, Vito, you have been in command for long enough, can you let me command the army? After all, you let me stand in this position." Vito's words were interrupted, and interrupted him The voice is another self, but it is not himself, Vito knows, although that person is more like him than the current blond and petite self in every respect, but that person is definitely not himself.

But Vito knew his level, so he gladly gave him the opportunity. Seeing that Vito didn't speak, the person who had been acting as Vito's mouthpiece and delivering orders spoke up.

He said thickly, and in a tone that was born to be above ten thousand people, he gave an order to the people over there, "Separate one of the naval warships that are being eliminated, activate the automatic cruise function, and all crew members will immediately Abandon the ship, set the course so that no one on the battleship rushes to the enemy's deep position, and the weapon system is fully fired."

With an order, the voice who knew the navy better than Vito fell, and a strike frigate in the fleet outside the iron window immediately broke away from the formation, and it turned to rush to the battlefield. Frustrated, retreating enemy ranks overhead.

The warship didn't stop, and the unmanned warship endured all the intercepting firepower without fear. It used the shield first, and then used the structure to absorb all the blows. It rushed to the enemy's high ground position behind the front line, and the frigate hit head-on. It suddenly exploded after going up, and almost everything was perfectly calculated.

The degree of firepower it can withstand, its flight speed, the number of weapons launched on board, and the self-explosion reserves prepared for the final real strike are all just right, so Vito has to admit that the Army itself is a good player, but the Navy, Science and Technology El Macharius is doing his part.

"How?" Cole asked with a tone that knew the answer but still wanted to hear Vito's own admission, and the latter smiled without hiding his tone, "Not bad, now let the ground troops advance at full speed and grab Take it before the enemy re-enters the position, and the heavy weapons follow behind, into the highland dive field."

To be honest, the advance of the front line is faster than Vito expected. Cole is indeed a battlefield expert. He has proved his ability to coordinate with the army with practical actions, but this has also greatly accelerated the progress of the plan. The deployment can't keep up.

Sometimes, being too good is not a good thing in itself.

"The speed of heavy weapons is too slow. Assault troops need heavy firepower to hold their positions. The Titan formation immediately broke away from the reserve team and went up ahead, entered the high ground, and suppressed the enemy's counterattack with their own heavy weapons, although they should have no means of counterattack. Vito said firmly. He was very clear about his plan. The high ground was the firepower hub of Mortarion's security department. Now that it was destroyed, Mortarion's heavy weapons were all destroyed.

Although Cole disrupted his deployment by speeding up the pace, he also perfected his plan from another angle. Now Mortarion's retreating troops were wiped out on the way to retreat, and he had no time to recover after the attack collapsed. , adjusted the deployment of heavy weapons and withdrew from the high ground. When the battleship hit him, he lost all the heavy weapons at once, which was even better than what Vito originally expected.

"What? What did Mortarion send up? A train that spewed poisonous fog? Our armored forces and soldiers were all melted down? Hmm... I didn't expect that since he didn't put all his belongings in the trap prepared for me , or, this is his real trap?" Vito said bitterly, but there was a trace of pride, he was proud of Mortarion, although he beat himself quite badly, but Vito was very happy to see After 10,000 years, he finally understood that steel's attack and wrist needed a proper conspiracy to assist.

This is very good, he has now become a truly qualified general, he is no longer the young man who was easily distracted by a provocation, he has grown up, the original attack may even be a trap for him to lure the enemy deep, Wei Tor was proud of his son like an old father.

Although he is not his own son, it does not hinder anything, after all, Vito needs someone like Mortarion in the coming age.

"Yes, I know Cole. Guilliman is in trouble. I'll take care of it. When will I arrive? My dear friend, I'm already on my way, but I won't come alone."

Vito said, listening to the gunshots gradually approaching from a distance outside the door, "My guards are here."