Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

Chapter 93 The Broken String
The war time is constantly being stretched in the endless guerrilla harassment and attrition war.

Relying on the huge troop scale and the high-speed route brought by the L-star gate, the Imperial Army has continuously obtained a series of tactical victories and advantages in the Nebula of Lost Dreams.But in terms of a more macro strategy, it has not achieved any substantive results.

the reason is simple:
The goal of Fodora's Arkworld was never to occupy or capture any planet in this galaxy group, their purpose was to investigate.They want to find out the location of the "Pure Land", the method to enter the Pure Land, and clues about the "key" that can control the Pure Land from the natives living in the Lost Dream Star Group.

Therefore, the forces of the Eldar were extremely scattered, and their offensives were chaotic. Although the space wolves led by the wolf lord Roselle were ferocious enough, and the crimson upstart fighters continued to win battles among the stars, but...

Apart from capturing and annihilating a small number of small groups of Eldar and obtaining some precious psionic dust, these victories are actually of no practical significance to the empire.

On the contrary, the Imperial Army needs to maintain a complete defense line on the scale of the star cluster for a long time. It consumes a lot of logistics resources every month, continuously spends a lot of military expenditure, and bloodlets each other with the Fordola Ark Spirit Race.

The difference is that the Eldar bleed slowly, while the Empire has more blood.

Every man of insight in the Imperial Army can see that this stalemate will not last forever. Someday in the future, the thin string will snap and the situation of the war will change.

The question is, when will the string that is closely related to everyone break?In what form will it break?
Nobody knows.

In the increasingly dignified atmosphere, the strings of war are getting tighter and tighter.

In the center of the critical base galaxy, the construction progress of the quantum slingshot is also advancing steadily.

The overall shape of the Quantum Shotgun is a huge hollow cubic mechanical frame.

Twelve sides imprison the star, and each of the eight vertices houses a torsion lens that captures the pulse's energy.

Under the leadership of the Suzheng host, and under the boring supervision of Russell, it took two and a half years, and the construction of the Quantum Bow has entered the final process:
8 of the 6 torsion lenses have been installed in place, and only when the last 2 lenses are assembled, this giant structural project can be declared complete.

It was also at this time that Russell, who was squatting on the hatching planet to play with Coronial, got an interesting news.

"Just now, the Fodora's Ark Spirit Clan launched the largest frontal attack on the Empire's defense line in the Lost Dream Nebula since we left the Lost Dream Nebula."

Gray Wind stood on the thick scarlet creeper on the surface of the hatching planet, folded his hands around his chest, and said in a calm and serious working tone:

"The amount of troops invested by the Spirit Race this time has exceeded the sum of the number of all the reconnaissance teams dispatched in the past few years, and most of them are frontal attack teams. There are only a very small number of flank raid teams and logistics support fleets..."

Russell narrowed his eyes and listened quietly to Gray Wind's report on the composition of the enemy's troops, combat deployment, etc.; while listening, he took out a bunch of green plant twigs sitting under him, and fed them to the Life-Shaping Queen obediently crawling beside her.

Coronial carefully opened his mouthpiece, and swallowed the twig in Russell's hand into his throat. The fine pharyngeal teeth broke the stem and ground the buds, making a faint chewing sound.

This is Russell's reward for his serious work during this time.

It seems that because the master was nearby to oversee the work, Coroniai worked extra hard. It completed the construction of the hive biological mothership before the quantum bullet bow was completed, and shaped a large number of swarm carrier aircraft and adult combat ships.

The electromagnetic pulse in the critical base galaxy is already very thin, and these ferocious biological weapons are now parked outside the planetary shield above their heads, waiting for Russell's instructions.

A juicy twig was quickly eaten by Coronial like a finger cake, and Russell took out another one to feed it. At this time, Gray Wind's report had been completed.

Seeing Gray Wind standing straight in front of him with a serious and meticulous expression, Russell was a little puzzled:
"Grey Wind?"

"Huh?" Gray Wind looked at him incomprehensibly, "What's wrong?"

"I feel that something is wrong with you today..." Russell thoughtfully touched the hard chitinous carapace on Coronial's head, and then asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Is there?" Gray Wind was also puzzled now.

It thought for a while, and then said: "If you have something on your mind, it should be the Suzheng host? I'm still worried about the risk of it getting out of control..."

"Is that so?" Russell felt that Gray Wind was perfunctory.

Koroniai chewed the branches and leaves in his mouth carefully, and said softly: "Master, I don't think it looks like..."

"Don't interrupt." Russell slapped Coronial lightly on the back of the head. The voice of this big bug was so soft that it made his scalp numb.

Coroniai was shocked by his patting, so he quickly lowered his head, concentrated on chewing and chewing, and stopped talking.

If it was replaced by the previous one, it would have been so frightened that it would have collapsed and shivered.But after getting along with him for this period of time, Coroniai has also understood that his master is not a cruel person, but rather...gentle.

It just has a bad habit of teasing the sensitive organs on its head.

Gray Wind looked at this scene and didn't interrupt, just bit his lower lip lightly, and continued in a serious voice: "Except for the risk of losing control of the main engine, I don't have any other worries that can be called worrying."

"Okay." Russell chose to believe in Gray Wind.

"So, can you please tell me, where is the main target of this large-scale attack by the Eldar?"

After the words fell, Huifeng's body and expression froze.

Yes, where is it?
It wasn't until this time that Gray Wind realized that he had listed all the information such as the force size, fleet composition, and tactical rhythm of the main attack force of the Spirit Race to the marshal. The information compiled and reported seemed extremely detailed, but he even forgot to mention the most basic where the Spirit Race was attacking.

"So I think you have something on your mind..." Russell stood up and patted Gray Wind's face, letting his tense expression relax.

Then, he smiled helplessly: "Although you didn't say it, you can tell just by thinking about it. The main target of the Spirit Race should be the Xihe galaxy."

That is, the triple galaxy where the L-star gate is located.

The Fodora's Ark Eldar did not know that the Mechanic Order of Esbenes had a complete set of L-star gate construction blueprints in their hands.

In their cognition, such facilities should be ancient relics left over from the dark age of human technology, and as long as one is destroyed, one will be lost.

That's why the Fodora's Ark Spirit Clan prepared such a large-scale three-dimensional offensive with both light and dark after knowing the location of the star gate.

Simply destroying the L-Gate would break the legs of the Imperial Army and turn them back into the poor monkeys who were forced to sail between life and death.

(End of this chapter)