Chapter 123: War in the Gothic Starry Sky (5) Competition for Pestma
But to be honest, even if you want to do this, it is still difficult.
The enemy in front of the Grand Fleet has no scruples and is rapidly approaching the main force of the Imperial Navy's fleet;
The seventh-orbiting satellite located in the direction of Pestma was caught by the enemy due to its own revolution period. It was far away from the main satellite fortress group and deviated from the strike range of ground-based space-based weapons. It was falling into a frontal attack from the Death Guard.
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"Sir." Terentius's voice sounded again, forcing Calvin to put away his chaotic thoughts.
He raised his head and, as expected, saw the equally expectant looks of Vasilev and the Imperial Fist champion.
The former is waiting, waiting for the original body to tell whether the fleet can engage in close combat with the enemy, and whether the Astartes company can withstand and protect the fleet;
The latter problem is more complicated, but it can be summed up in one sentence:
The orbital period of Peiwei-7 is 12 hours, and the time window for it to deviate from the fortress group and the ground space-based weapons strike group is a full four hours.
"Fight." Calvin thought briefly and made a promise to reassure the two of them.
And his statement is not only related to the next direction of the large fleet, but also gives the former the opportunity to hold back the enemy head-on, so that the Blackstone Fortress can be successfully put in place;
This is because the original body knew very well that the time window for Pei Wei Qi was too long, and he had to compromise with the reality that it was impossible for the ground defenders to resist the enemy.
Those are the Death Guard, a group of Astartes who have been trained in thousands of standard tactics and given supernatural powers...
With the strength of the Astra Militarum, it may be possible to use massive artillery fire and armor on a planet-level continental battlefield, and with the psychological expectation of inflicting hundreds or even a thousand times casualties on the opponent, try to confront the former head-on.
But if the battlefield is changed to a satellite with a narrow depth, then there will be no chance of even a fight!
Tactical reserves, war experience, response speed; and based on the huge advantages of equipment and body, absolute firepower density and terrifying frontal damage-bearing capability...
Calvin didn't even take into account the supernatural abilities belonging to Chaos, and he had already completely judged the death penalty for the ground defenders in his mind.
Because judging from the equipment in the hands of the Astra Militarum, except for the rare melt and plasma series, other individual weapons cannot be said to be useless, but the killing effect on the enemy is indeed better than nothing.
The Legion of Astartes, this sword forged by the Emperor himself, faced the Empire itself, and the natural asymmetric advantage it was endowed with was also fully utilized at this moment.
And this kind of power given by our own side, coupled with the gene seeds of Mortarion and the gifts of Nurgle, makes the Death Guards become terrifying monsters with tenacious vitality on the battlefield.
"Fight!" Calvin once again added the content of the order to Vasilev:
"Let the fleet adjust the battle line! The main battleships stationed by the Gray Knights will move forward!"
"As you wish!" Vasilev nodded, then closed his eyes and began to adjust.
Calvin, who had completely entered the state, did not even take a breath. After thinking about possible countermeasures in his mind, he finally decided to let the veterans who had belonged to the Luna Wolves fight against the descendants of Mortarion head-on.
The personal relationship with Talos was not forgotten at this moment.
But among soldiers, especially high-ranking officers who have separated from the grassroots, the contradictions in personality that were not understood by Calvin in his previous life were also vividly reflected in his own body at this moment:
That is, the more someone trusts you, the more likely they will personally send you to the core of the battlefield when a real bloody battle occurs.
"Terentius."
"I am here!"
"Inform the Death Watch and ask the people of Talos to move towards Pesma."
The primarch's order was given in an understatement, as if he was issuing the most ordinary duty task.
But Terentius, who has been in the strategic command hall, knows that the war in the direction of Pesma looks dull, but it hides huge anxiety.
In the eyes of the Imperial Fist Champion, it was one of the several hotspots qualified to become a battlefield meat grinder;
From a commander's perspective, only the most trusted troops are qualified to enter such a battlefield.
"Yes!" Terentius agreed.
And as the orders continued to be given, the murderous aura on the original body became stronger and stronger.
"Tell him that he can mobilize all nearby resources, including armed forces, warships and vehicles, and all specially registered weapons and ammunition.
I have only one request: hold the position for four hours. During this period there will be no fleet-level fire support. But we will block the possibility of the enemy's heavy equipment being delivered at all costs!
He has two options:
Either withstand the enemy's attack and focus the offensive on Pesma's satellite! Or...die there, but before you die, remember to completely destroy it for me!"
"Understood!" the Imperial Fist champion confirmed again. He was not surprised by the severity of the original order, but simply confirmed again from Calvin's words that there is one and only one keynote of the Gothic War - that is scorched earth!
Yes, they have no other choice but scorched earth; only scorched earth can contain these demons who control the plague.
But how long can this fierce and extreme method of treatment last? Terentius doesn't know the specific answer.
But he knew that once the proportion of casualties among troops increased, or the occupied territory reached a certain proportion.
This kind of isolation created by personal orders will inevitably lead to forced compromises due to the wavering of people's hearts.
That might be the beginning of the real disaster...
The order has been issued, and time is passing quickly.
The large fleet is slowly adjusting the order of the fleet at a distance of millions of kilometers from the enemy.
The main battleships stationed in the Astartes Company were evenly arranged one by one on the side of the fleet close to the direction of the firefight.
This is not a battle line, because the hard condition required for a real broadside artillery battle is the maximum range of the largest caliber macro cannon - 300,000 kilometers.
Once the distance between the two sides crosses this cordon, the Nova Cannon will be replaced by the Macro Cannon with a higher firing frequency;
The fleet will also take advantage of the situation and use its superior firepower on the sides, using dense macro-cannon arrays to hurl piercing hatred and destruction at the enemy.
Gang-hopping warfare, that is, at this stage, the basic theoretical combat environment is achieved.
Because as the battleship structure is fixed, the fleet's trajectory in broadside battles will also be fixed in pursuit of maximizing firepower delivery.
And when the action routes of the two fleets are transparent to each other's eyes due to the projection of artillery fire, the fleets will compete for the best shooting angle and the enemy's shooting blind spot.
Avoid getting into fast-paced battles of personal strangulation.
This created a basic environment for a more intense gang-hopping war, and also further increased the intensity of the war, from the release of cold firepower to a face-to-face fight with blood and flesh splashing everywhere.
Calvin knew this, and Mortarion was no stranger to it.
In a sense, Calvin's biggest gain after receiving the memories of Calvin, the Imperial Fist, was that he left the special operations familiar to the Inquisition and began to use the Imperial Fist, a pure Astartes that is good at defense, to
Perspective to see the whole situation.
The valuable thing about the Imperial Fists is that even in the era of warbands, their naval command skills have hardly faded or been interrupted.
Fleets, battleships, hundreds of Astartes and Imperial officers, and beyond that millions of fleet members.
From the perspective of the Imperial Fists, Calvin saw how his orders operated from top to bottom, level by level, and ultimately drove a huge fleet to complete the functions of its war machine.
And looking further afield, in the entire Gothic galaxy and even the entire empire, at this moment, how many people or things are performing and implementing his will in the name of the Emperor and the Human Empire.
This is not a string of numbers on a game, this is a living life that he is looking at and will always fight for and protect.
And any will transmitted from him was infinitely amplified at this moment, and after being transmitted layer by layer, it became the direction of operation of huge institutions.
Forgetting love is too great, this is Calvin’s latest understanding.
When he carried too many people's feelings and hopes, his own words and deeds began to differ from ordinary people.
Just like the order he just gave, as a commander, his personal emotions have been infinitely diluted, and what is reflected in life is that the more he trusts someone, the more he will personally send him to the most cruel death at critical moments.
battlefield……
It can only be said that war is a huge melting pot, and today's Calvin still remembers his identity as (Jiang Wen) in his previous life.
But the huge pressure and sense of mission not only created a character that was unimaginable in his previous life, but also actually made him feel more and more pale about those ordinary lives when he recalled the memories of his previous life.
He is still the same Jiang Wen, but he will never be the same Jiang Wen again.