Chapter 601: War in the Gothic Sky (V) Pesma's Competition

But to be honest, it is still difficult to do this.

The enemy in front of the Grand Fleet is approaching the main fleet of the Imperial Navy without any scruples;

The seventh orbital satellite in the direction of Pesma is caught by the enemy because of its own revolution period. It is far away from the main satellite fortress group and deviates from the attack range of ground-based weapons, and is falling into the frontal attack of the Death Guard.

"My Lord." Terentius's voice sounded again, forcing Calvin to put away his chaotic thoughts.

He raised his head and saw the same expectant eyes of Vasilev and the Imperial Fist Champion as expected.

The former is waiting, waiting for the Primarch to give the confidence of whether the Astartes Company can withstand and protect the fleet when the fleet can fight the enemy in close combat;

The latter's problem is more complicated, but it can be summarized in one sentence:

The revolution period of Pesma Seven is 12 hours, and the time window of deviation from the fortress group and the ground-based weapons strike group is as long as four hours.

"Fight." Calvin thought for a moment and made a promise that reassured the two.

His statement was not only related to the future direction of the Grand Fleet, which gave the former the opportunity to hold the enemy head-on and thus smoothly put the Blackstone Fortress in place;

It was also because the Primarch knew that the time window of the Seventh Guard was too long, and he compromised with the reality that the ground defenders could not resist the enemy.

That was the Death Guard, a group of Astartes Legions that had undergone thousands of standard tactical training and were endowed with supernatural powers...

With the strength of the Astra Militarum, it might be possible to use massive artillery and armored forces on a planetary continental battlefield, and try to confront the former head-on with the psychological expectation of paying a hundred or even a thousand times the casualties of the opponent.

But if the battlefield was changed to a satellite with a narrow depth, there would be no chance to fight!

Tactical reserve, war experience, response speed; and the absolute firepower density and terrifying frontal injury-bearing capacity based on the huge advantages of equipment and body...

Galvin didn't even take into account the supernatural abilities of Chaos, and he had already completely sentenced the ground defenders to death in his heart.

Because in terms of the equipment in the hands of the Astra Militarum, except for the rare hot 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 Astartes Legion, this sword forged by the Emperor himself, when facing the Empire itself, its natural asymmetric advantage is also fully utilized at this moment.

And this kind of strength given by itself, coupled with Mortarion's gene seed and Nurgle's gift, makes the Death Guards on the battlefield become monsters with tenacious vitality.

"Fight!" Calvin once again added the content of the order to Vasilev:

"Let the fleet adjust the battle line! Move the main battleships stationed by the Grey Knights forward!"

"As you wish!" Vasilev nodded, then closed his eyes and began to mobilize.

Calvin, who was completely in the state, did not breathe a breath. After thinking about possible countermeasures in his brain, he finally decided to let those veterans who once belonged to the Moon Wolves go head-on against the descendants of Mortarion.

The personal feelings with Talos were not forgotten at this moment.

But the contradictions in the personalities of the soldiers, especially the high-ranking officers who left the grassroots, which were not understood by Calvin in his previous life, were also reflected vividly in himself at this moment:

That is, the more people trust you, the more likely they will send you to the core of the battlefield when a real bloody battle occurs.

"Terrence."

"I'm here!"

"Notify the Death Watch and have Taros's men move toward Pesma."

The Primarch's order was understated, as if he was issuing the most ordinary duty mission.

But Terence, who had been in the strategic command hall, knew that the battle in the direction of Pesma looked calm, but it concealed a huge anxiety.

In the eyes of the Imperial Fist champion, it was one of the hot spots that qualified to become a battlefield meat grinder;

From the perspective of the commander, only the most trusted troops were qualified to land on such a battlefield.

"Yes!" Terence agreed.

As the orders continued to be given, the murderous aura on the Primarch became stronger and stronger.

"Tell him that he can mobilize all nearby resources, including armed forces, warships and all specially registered weapons and ammunition.

I have only one request: hold on for four hours, during which there will be no fleet-level fire support. But we will also block the possibility of the enemy's heavy troops being deployed at all costs!

He has two choices:

Either withstand the enemy's attack and press the offensive on the satellite of Pesma! Or... die there, but remember to destroy it completely before you die!"

"Understood!" The Imperial Fist Champion confirmed again. He was not surprised by the harshness of the Primarch's order, but only repeated and confirmed from Calvin's language that the tone of the Gothic Campaign was one and only one - that is scorched earth!

Yes, they have no choice but scorched earth; only scorched earth can curb these demons who control the plague.

But how long can this fierce and extreme approach last? Terence didn't know the specific answer.

But he knew that once the proportion of casualties increased, or the occupied territory reached a certain proportion.

Then this kind of isolation created by personal orders will inevitably lead to compromises due to the vacillation of people's hearts.

That is probably the beginning of the real disaster...

The order has been issued, and time is passing rapidly.

The Grand Fleet is slowly adjusting the order of the fleet at a distance of one million kilometers from the enemy.

The main battleships stationed with the Astartes Company are evenly arranged on the side of the fleet close to the direction of the exchange of fire.

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.

And once the distance between the two sides crosses this warning line, the Nova Cannon will be replaced by the macro cannon with a higher firing frequency;

And the fleet will also take advantage of the superior firepower of the broadside and use the dense macro cannon array to throw deep hatred and destruction at the enemy.

The boarding battle, that is, at this stage, has achieved the basic theoretical combat environment.

Because with the fixed structure of the warships, the fleet's track in the broadside battle will also be fixed due to the pursuit of maximum firepower delivery.

When the routes of action of the two fleets are transparent to each other due to the delivery of artillery fire, the fleets will inevitably enter a fast-paced battle of close combat in order to compete for the best shooting angle and the enemy's shooting blind spot.

This creates a basic environment for more intense boarding battles, and further increases the intensity of the war from the release of cold firepower to a bloody fight on the opposite side.

Calvin knows this, and Mortarion is no stranger to it.

In a sense, Calvin's biggest gain after obtaining the memory of the Imperial Fists Calvin is that he left the special operations familiar to the Inquisition and began to look at the overall situation from the perspective of the Imperial Fists, who are good at defense among the pure Astartes.

And the preciousness of the Imperial Fists lies in their naval command science, which has hardly faded or been interrupted even in the era of the war group.

Fleets, warships, hundreds of Astartes and Imperial officers, and millions of fleet members below.

From the perspective of the Imperial Fist, Calvin saw how his orders were operated from top to bottom, and finally drove a huge fleet to complete the function of its war machine.

And looking further, the entire Gothic Galaxy and even the entire Empire, at this moment, how many people or things are fulfilling and implementing his will in the name of the Emperor and the Human Empire.

This is not a string of numbers in the game, this is the living life he is watching, and will always fight for, protect.

And any will transmitted from him is also infinitely magnified at this moment, and after being transmitted layer by layer, it becomes the direction of operation of a huge organization.

The Supreme Forgetting Emotions, this is Calvin's latest understanding.

When he bears the emotions and hopes of too many people, his own words and deeds begin to distinguish from ordinary people.

Just like the order he just issued, 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 brutal battlefield at a critical moment...

It can only be said that war is a huge melting pot, and Calvin now, although he still remembers his identity as (Jiang Wen) in his previous life.

But the huge pressure and sense of mission not only forged his unimaginable mentality in his previous life, but also made him feel the paleness of those ordinary lives when he recalled the memories of his previous life.

He is still that Jiang Wen, but he will never be that Jiang Wen again.