Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Inside the ruins." Perturabo said, "They will land inside the ruins. Defes is not as aggressive as Jaco." "

Magnus was half-lying across the long table with a simulated sand table. Through this golden sand table, which could completely match the conditions in the practice field below the aircraft where they were, he concentrated on what was happening on the field.

As Perturabo said, an independent team, led by Defes, hid in the ruins and checked their weapons for the second time.

Immediately afterwards, on the other side of the field, more warriors from Thousand Dust Sun gathered behind the same bunker. "Psychic Chain," Magnus whispered. "They will all apply the psychic enchantment to their bolters."

Then Qianchen Yang will transfer the psychic energy consumption to the automatic combat soldiers they bring off the field, passing on possible psychic backlash. It was one of the many protective measures Magnus and Morse had prepared for them, and now was a chance to test its effectiveness.

Now is the time to prepare troops. Since the theme of this battle is small battlefield response, the two primarchs have completely delegated command authority to their heirs. The Astartes on both sides came to the edge of the field at the same time, and after internal negotiations, they found the terrain to arrange their lines.

Morse gave them the task of fighting for six objective points, with the secondary task of clearing out enemy units. Soldiers planted and guarded the military flags of both sides in fixed areas. He set up a gift target point on both sides of the training field, and there were four symmetrical marks in the field.

The man in black robe may have been too idle, and now he was floating invisible in the middle of the battlefield to manually score points for them.

"Who will win?" Ruth asked.

"I don't know, Russ." Perturabo said. In his mind, the drill had already begun and hundreds of simulations had been carried out.

"You will be the variable," he said. "So you can start preparing for the entrance?"

Russ raised his hands to express surrender, found a corner and began to put on his chain mail, and put the iron mask Perturabo gave him on his face, tried it on and then played with it in his hands.

He was here to play the villain, and he could not have both legions cowering in respect before the Primarch falling from the sky.

Since it was a temporary battlefield and there was no opportunity to prepare defenses, the Iron Warriors moved directly after landing. After raising the flag in the drop zone, they boldly chose to move forward and move to a bunker closer to midfield.

"But you are faster," Perturabo said to Magnus.

The red-armored psykers on the field quickly detached and returned to their light bodies under the protection of friendly forces. After ascending to the sky to survey the situation and bring back information, Azak and Olmuz each led four companions to separate. Head to the other two markers.

Morse yawned at the corresponding miniature in the sandbox and changed the scoreboard to five to fifteen.

"Are the craftsmen supervising the battle?" Russ came out and approached Magnus, but Magnus pressed his shoulders and pushed him away in disgust. The latter looked at the sand table worriedly: "They can't hold the target point.

"I think they shouldn't try to hold on." Perturabo commented, "It's better to try to quickly return to the initial bunker by casting spells."

"No, I set limits on the use of psychic powers for them." Magnus said, "Now my children are just a group of beginners, and the rules I give them must be strict."

He received a small nod from Perturabo.

When the team of Thousand Dust Sun planted the flag at the target point, the Iron Warriors immediately seized the short gap exposed by the opponent in their field of vision and fired a volley.

The price of using offensive enchantments is that the Sun of Thousand Dusts cannot replenish defensive psychic energy in time. Under the concentrated rather than dispersed firepower of the Iron Warriors, a five-man team fell down without spending much time.

Morse cleared them one by one and dropped them on the edge of the battlefield before too much blood could be spilled on the field. The pharmacists who had been there early to prepare started going about their work.

"At least they captured that target point." Perturabo comforted Magnus, who was slowly frowning. The Steel Warriors were in no rush to grab the goal, instead they gathered behind the bunker near midfield. Some soldiers even climbed to the second floor of the ruins and held their guns condescendingly to the front to stabilize their position.

A wave of psychic energy surged inside the Sun of Thousand Dusts. Their second spell enhanced their protection against shooting, and then they dispersed. This protection was enough for them to hide in the other two bunkers against the Iron Warriors' artillery fire. But Morse still had to carry some of them down.

"They are trying to get to the target point and defend the points they have scored." Perturabo actually sounded more like a rhetorical question, although it was not clear from the content of his language.

"The clearing units will also score points." Magnus shook his head. "The scions of you got two of my squad units. If the Iron Warriors clear all the Thousand Dust Suns on the field, the clearing unit score will exceed the captured target. Point points, and the final calculated kill points, they shouldn't know..." He suddenly realized.

"Oh." The Wolf King shouted.

"My heir suffered this trick in the last exercise." Perturabo said, this time it was a statement. "If you eat it again, I will be held accountable."

Looking down at the sand table from a third perspective, the movements of Thousand Dust Suns become very obvious. Judging from the distribution points of psykers, the prototype of a teleportation ritual was quickly formed.

This legion uses occupying points as a deceptive appearance. After the Iron Warriors come to the area near the midfield for the attack, they prepare to raid the Iron Warriors' backcourt through teleportation.

"Ever since they followed me in the war, I promised them that the best battlefield designers would become my war blacksmiths." Perturabo said, the golden sand table reflecting in his ice-blue eyes. "Before the Iron Warriors leave Terra, I will select my first warsmiths and assign them a number of battalions appropriate to their command characteristics."

"Brother, are you praising your battalion commander?" Russ asked with a smile.

"Look." Perturabo said one syllable smoothly. "I'm just describing the facts ahead of time."

The Sun of Thousand Dusts disappeared from the sight of the Iron Warriors, taking their first round of enhanced psychic bullets with them in a short jump to the other end of the battlefield. However, what greeted them was only the ruins of empty sand.

Under the command of Defes, the moment the opponent disappeared, the Iron Warriors seized this opportunity to rush forward as a whole, directly over the numerous bunkers and large open spaces and rushed towards the position of Thousand Dust Sun.

The remaining Thousand Dust Sun psykers who were left behind due to casting spells were easily cleared out by a large number of Iron Warriors. The yellow and black stripes washed through the midfield like a torrent, seizing the opportunity to seize the vacated field on the opposite side. Taking advantage of the shelter of the ruins themselves, their backs were naturally protected by the terrain, so that the psychic firearms on the opposite side had nowhere to use them.

In a short period of time, the Iron Warriors quickly occupied three points in the Sun of Thousand Dusts.

"Compared with killing, completing the mission is the real victory." Perturabo said.

Ruth wiped his face: "You have to throw out the situation that 'the mission itself is to kill'."

"They're in too much of a hurry," Magnus whispered.

In the last round of the internal weekly, he singled out and praised a review article by the Sixth Society on how to carry out effective attacks. This may be the source of the behavioral tendencies of his descendants today.

Perturabo said nothing.

In exchange, the Thousand Dust Sun can only capture one objective point vacated by the Iron Warriors. Among them, the bomb planted under the flag that the Iron Warriors occupied when they landed gave Morse something to do again, and more red-armored warriors lay on the sidelines groaning.

The remaining people did not have the confidence to reach the other two target points on both sides without passing through the second bunker occupied by the Iron Warriors as a transfer station. Their attrition was somewhat serious.

Morse drags his invisible chair out of the air and the score changes to twenty-twenty.

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The scoring method on the field is that each point accumulates five points per round. As for the judgment of the round, Morse has a relatively subtle, but indeed easy-to-understand judgment method - he calculates based on the change of offensive and defensive positions.

The Iron Warriors opened their defensive front for the second time, and the Sun of Thousand Dusts fell silent. Although the score at the target point was even, the Iron Warriors had the upper hand in clearing units. The next round of duel may turn into a charge against each other, or the stalemate may continue.

Morse raised his head and looked around in a circle of high-altitude air. Corresponding to the sand table, it appeared as his corresponding projection looking at each original body. Then Morse waved.

Perturabo and Magnus looked at Russ who was playing with the Iron Mask at the same time. The latter shrugged, picked up the double-edged ax leaning on the table, picked up the buckler, and jumped off the aircraft's open hatch.

Morse opened a teleportation port for Ruth, caught him from the hatch, and then opened a golden circle of light above the theater, allowing Ruth to fall from the sky.

This vigorous beast adjusted its posture in the air and landed on all fours like a cat. Then it raised its ax and shield high and shouted a loud wolf howl to the sky that penetrated the earth and stone armor of the entire place.

"So happy?" Morse said to himself, tapping his thigh with his finger. "Well, he will leave tomorrow anyway."

The simulated scenery of a full moon night rises from the ground and wraps up into a hemisphere, covering both sides.

The wind and snow suddenly started, and the sky was full of frost and extremely low temperatures hit the entire site at the same time. Frost condenses on the surface of the ruins and bunkers, and the craters on the field are replaced by blue ice. The thin layer of ice means collapse.

Ruth was greatly encouraged by the favorable temperature, and excitedly let out a second distant and savage howl.

He rushed out of the center of the battlefield, randomly picked a direction and cut in like lightning, using the back of his ax to overthrow a group of steel warriors guarding the target point to the ground. He was met with roars of rage from the warriors, furious at their own weakness.

In return, Russ picked up an Iron Warrior who was getting up and threw him backhand against the wall. He swung the ax at high speed at the remaining yellow and black armored men. The moment before the ax blade cut off their lifelines, the golden light tore them apart. Go outside and thoughtfully hand-spread a pool of blood in the clearing under Ruth's axe.

The smell of blood penetrated the biting cold wind, and the smell of hot rust quickly flooded into the keen olfactory organs of many Astartes.

Immediately afterwards, the bunker at the target point was forcibly dismantled by Russ in a burst of sand and dust. Bricks were scattered on the ground, covering part of the blood. The warrior who was thrown aside struggled to climb out of the ruins. Russ grabbed his arm, threw him high into the air with a low roar, and threw him into Morse's golden portal.

This process caused Ruth to be hit several times, and the smile on his ferocious face became even wider.

Morse decided to add an additional blizzard to Russ's field, further reducing the visibility of the Astartes.

They will recognize the breath of the giant beast in the roar of the wind and snow, and then be broken like a dead branch, leaving only a cracking sound.

The team of Thousand Dust Sun finally chose to stand firm. Their fourth large-scale psychic spell created a psychic smoke screen to strengthen the bunker's resistance to strikes and protect against long-range bullet attacks from the Iron Warriors' side.

Morse could see that they had exhausted the tactics they had prepared in advance, and now decided to survive Ruth's invasion.

The Iron Warriors turned away from their previous conservatism and directly attacked invisibly on the snowy night.

They were divided into two batches, one part crossed the terrain, approached the remaining two target points on their side before the two sides changed sides from the edge of the battlefield, and tried to infiltrate with their battle flags.

The other part took the initiative to pursue the "terrible beast" in the middle of the field, making more noise to temporarily confuse the Sun of Thousand Dusts and Russ. Of course, the price was that they were smashed into the ice and snow by Russ, and the place was stained with blood.

A few were knocked dazed under the ice, and before they sank to the bottom, Morse had a bunch of frozen Iron Warriors lying outside the field.

"They have preserved this habit." Perturabo said, "The Fourth Legion has not been afraid of sacrifice since the Unification War."

Magnus had found a chair and sat down. "Well, do you think you should remind them?"

This question troubled Perturabo. In other words, he has often reflected on this matter since the journey back to Terra.

After a while, Perturabo shook his head, his face expressionless.

"They are soldiers." He said solemnly, "All I can do is give them the best equipment, the most suitable battlefield and the best commanders."

"Maybe I should send some of my descendants to follow you for exchange and learning."

Magnus said, his eyes lit up and he inspired himself.

"I can draw a portion of psykers from each society to follow various legion expeditions to fill the psionic vacancies of other legions or supervise their use of psionic powers," Magnus lowered his voice when he mentioned the word supervision, as if he felt that I have some bad words.

But it was necessary, he thought.

"On the other hand, you can also send them around to learn tactics secretly?" Perturabo raised the corner of his mouth and turned to Magnus.

"Exchange and learn!" Magnus insisted on his choice of words.

"I give..." He glanced at the sand table and observed who else was standing in the psychic smoke screen, "Azhak Ahriman is for you. He is a black crow."

"Prophet?" asked Perturabo.

"Yes, but you can think of him as a person who observes and predicts the battlefield. They are very effective when paired with Tianxiao who can detect people's thoughts...I will pair you with some warriors from other schools later." Ma Gnus counted in his mind the outstanding frontline warriors of various schools.

The best few can be given to Perturabo, and then some can be given to Russ, keeping an eye on their rune priests. Magnus watched these guys being awkward for a long time.

Horus ran too fast and they couldn't catch up with the Luna Wolves, so they had to wait until the next time they met.

In the training ground, the fourth round has ended. The score on the field has reached 45 to 25. The Iron Warriors once again scored two target points. Since those who were swept out of the field by Ruth did not count as killing points, the situation was already clear at this time.

In the fifth round, Russ attacked the most dazzling group of Thousand Dust Suns on the field. Their psychic brilliance was unfortunately very dazzling in the etheric perception. The Wolf King spent a while chipping away at their stacked psychic shields, pulling out the warriors one by one, ending their stubborn resistance.

It is worth mentioning that a small group of red-armored warriors chose to sneak attack the Iron Warriors who were seizing the point. They relied on their accumulated firepower to clear the group of yellow and black armored soldiers from the battlefield and regain a target point. It's a pity that their victory cannot cover up the overall decline.

"Sixty-five to thirty-five." Morse's voice reached the aircraft, "I don't care about clearing units and killing points. Anyway, you each have one squad left."

Magnus bowed his head in shame, though Morse did not accuse him.

The next moment, the Wolf King landed from the ceiling of the aircraft again, hitting the ground with a cold air. He turned over and lay down on the ground, breathing heavily, and white mist floated from the gaps in the mask.

"Keep calling me next time there is such an event." Ruth said loudly. "I will go on an expedition tomorrow. I have stayed in Terra long enough."

"It seems like you enjoy bullying other people's heirs?" Morse came out of nowhere and commented sharply.

"Hey, I'm helping you train for free!" Russ took off his mask, looked up and saw Perturabo looking down at him, and grinned.

"Get up, Russ," said Perturabo, "and go to dinner. Just say goodbye."

"okay!"

Russ grabbed Magnus's hand that was hanging down unprepared and climbed up.