Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

After three hours, the leading fleet of the Imperial Navy finally completed all the rituals and set sail amid the sacred prayers of the gods.

Relying on the light spears and macro cannons spread throughout the Blackstone Fortress, the main fleet of the Death Guard Legion did not dare to get too close, and the fleet that initially left the port was not encircled and attacked by the enemy;

The imperial fleet was in a calm state for a few more hours. When the number of warships leaving the port reached a certain order of magnitude, they slowly spread out their formation and slowly moved towards the main battlefield in the galaxy.

The Blackstone Fortress is no longer where it is now.

As the most adept at defense and naval warfare among all legions, the Imperial Fists naturally control most of the empire's fortresses, represented by the Phalanx;

Under their command, the Blackstone Fortress will also be repositioned and deployed on the front of the galaxy battlefield.

After successfully activating the series reactor in the propulsion area, the Blackstone Fortress's huge body, which was comparable to the Phalanx, also moved from the Lag between Gothic and its first and largest satellite under the gradually increasing engine thrust. The Langhe point breaks away.

Calvin stood on the upper deck of the Retribution-class battleship Medal of Honor. Through the porthole of the tall Gothic church, he could see the planetary world that occupied most of his field of vision;

In the other half of the dark starry sky, there are the flickering spots and light pillars flickering between the enemy and our space fleets on the battlefield on the other side of the distant galaxy.

It was another revolution cycle of near-Earth satellites, and the moving shadow of Blackstone Fortress shrouded the entire area of ​​Calvin's fleet when the first satellite passed in the direction of the fleet.

The Blackstone Fortress itself covered thousands of kilometers of body, creating a short-lived "artificial solar eclipse" on the fleet's path to the center of the galaxy.

Calvin turned his head, and Admiral Hobbes, who had regained his composure, was already engaged in his latest role in this battle;

The several major generals and colonels around him are the staff and team of the newly appointed chief of staff of the fleet.

"You seem very relieved about him." Calvin said to the person behind him.

And the general, who had been standing by the original body's side, also reflected the equally luxurious coat of arms on his shoulders and cuffs against the flash of light spears outside the window.

"The situation is like this. With you here and the evil he has done himself, he has no intention of fighting anymore."

Vasilev's navy uniform is similar to Hobbes's, but the difference is that the lining of the same dark blue to almost black military uniform is the iconic Lucius White.

"As long as I don't make mistakes, he won't think twice about it. As for the people below, the problems between us will only exist above the major general level, and the conflicts will not spread to the executive level.

You can trust our professional ethics. First of all, we are still soldiers of the empire, so the struggle will only occur within a reasonable range. "

"Very good." Calvin agreed.

This is exactly what he fears. The endless struggle will inevitably amplify the contradiction between these soldiers belonging to the two factions, thus affecting the combat effectiveness of the entire system;

And once this kind of thing gets out of control, whether it is in a wartime state or not, it will be a complete denial of Vasilev, Hobbes, and even Calvin's own abilities.

Fight without defeat, this is the bottom line that Calvin can accept.

He was pleased that the generals, led by Vasilev and Hobbes, were willing to abide by the rules;

And if this battle can be won, he would not mind bringing one of the two back to Terra after the war, so that the loser can continue to display their talents.

The empire is small and cannot tolerate any fool whose selfishness is higher than the overall situation; the empire is also large and cannot accommodate people who are capable and know how to do things.

"The fleet has been deployed and is expected to intervene in the combat zone in two hours."

On the palace porch, an announcement came from the command deck of the forward bridge.

And this real-time message from the captain interrupted the work of the staff department.

Subsequent corresponding data and files appear on their data terminals together with the real-time updated information on the strategic sandbox. The soldiers on the staff are also intensively analyzing the dynamics of the battlefield.

The new combat plan, based on the information reported step by step by these busy personnel, gradually formed the prototype of a plan with several options;

When these plans were summarized at the level of major general, several deputy chiefs of staff also sent them to Hobbes, and then waited for his latest order.

But this is not something the chief of staff can have the final say, especially since besides Vasilev, there are two great gods, the Imperial Fist and Calvin, above him.

He pursed his lips and looked up at the two of them, but in the end he made no sound. And Vasilev in the distance naturally had a panoramic view of all this.

So after bowing slightly to greet Calvin, the admiral of the fleet turned and left, and then walked towards his deputy and partner.

"coming?"

"Here, let's talk about the situation."

The former's tone was complex, with thousands of emotions condensed into this short greeting; the latter's answer tone was gentle, but it was extremely clean, without any hint of power.

"Um...ok!"

Hobbes struggled for a moment, but finally let go of his thoughts.

He reached for the holographic sand table, picked up the laser pointer on the metal fence, then cleared his throat slightly, and introduced the latest results of the staff to his superior officer.

The battleships of the Death Guard, along with the areas they were and would threaten, were marked out one by one by the staff behind them.

The fleet of the Inquisition is fighting a main force of the enemy fleet. The Argent Dawn is the Queen of Glory and obviously has a special attraction for the enemy;

Under the cover of the overwhelming small biological warships, the main fleet of the Death Guard has maintained a considerable degree of strength and launched continuous attacks and advances towards them.

Nova cannon, light spear, space torpedo.

Red and scorching rays shot up and down in the space spanning tens of thousands of kilometers between the two fleets.

In the seemingly silent space, there are void shield generators filled with gunfire at all times. They use harsh alarms that are about to be or have been overloaded, causing the technical priests and crew members of the warships on both sides to panic and wail.

Interception, counter-interception, and long-range bombing of a blocking nature.

Imperial fighter jets and their opponents emitting red tail flames trailed dense and slender red and green lights against the dark background of space;

Thousands of elite pilots embarked on a road to death with no return on the countless open flight decks of the fleet.

The silent and cold space was also rendered with a touch of epic magnificence and tragedy by the demise of these lives at this moment.

And in the resistance against subspace and even chaos that almost runs through the entire history of the human empire, all of this is just a small and inconspicuous wave against the backdrop of the demise of countless lives.

Bones by the river, people in dreams.

Calvin shook his head slightly, finally driving away the weakness in his heart.

This is naval warfare, a direct and bloody alternative killing that is completely different from the direct and bloody nature of ground warfare;

This is artillery battle, a kind of battle that seems mechanical and cold, but is actually more cruel than ground war.

renew.

ps: Kavin is already a daily thing for me, so I won’t explain it. Just to reiterate again, never eunuch, but really not fast.