Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 316 The Rise of the Primarch: The Eve of Action

The military boots are stepped on the tan stone ground. The side of the black military boots is imprinted with an eagle with wings, and there is a skull shield emblem located on the chest part of the eagle, which is a symbol of the pure human skull, a symbol of Loyalty and purity, just like this academy.

Dean Nakhimov walked under the white walls and dome, and above his head passed huge pendant crystal lamps, and countless candles and lights burned on the trays supported by the disc. The light illuminated the surrounding white walls and golden checkered ornaments.

It is a golden platter similar to a mosaic puzzle. They are branded on the surface of the curved dome above the head, and they are close to each other, and rely on the white stone as a dividing line to separate them one by one.

The candlelight also illuminated the antique bricks on the ground. Those bricks and stones were spliced ​​together with different colors and textures, and together they drew a huge floor mural on the matte ground, which was the appearance of the Golden Throne. Around the magnificent throne are golden wings that spread out like wings, and on top of the throne sits the immortal human god emperor at the very center.

Nakhimov walked by the side of the Emperor's portrait. He stepped on the antique brick floor, his military boots clacked on the floor, and the Dean wore a pistol on his waist. Looking at several clips, it could be seen that the dean was not going to a certain dance or an elegant social banquet. He was going to recapture all of this, under the leadership of the great Vito Constantine.

"Dean."

When President Nakhimov walked in front of a marble colonnade, a young judge in black walked out from behind the column, with a chainsaw and bolt gun hanging from his waist, and a rosary connected to the judgement With the logo of the court hanging on his waist, he stepped out from behind the stone pillar and marched side by side with the dean.

"Who are you? Lord Angwa?" Nakhimov didn't stop, he continued to move forward, he couldn't stop, the marshal's order could not be changed, he asked himself to seize the inner palace in the morning Street and defense, then Nakhimov will go to get it, not a single point will be bad, this is the quality of a good soldier.

"Heinrich Beliamar, Dean, the Grand Inquisitor Angvar has gone to the Terra Council, he will attend the Council with Master Eva, and paralyze the high lords and make them believe that it is just a game Simple meeting."

Nakhimov glanced at the young judge next to him. He looked very young. He must have been a newcomer in the entire court. Nakhimov understood their kind of judge, proud and conceited, and believed that he was the emperor. The emperor's choice, the chosen person who is above everything else.

Nakhimov does not like to cooperate with such young people in such critical matters. Their arrogance and arrogance will often lead to serious consequences, not only threatening themselves, but also more people involved in the action. However, many times when the operation starts, the plan does not keep up with the changes, so Nakhimov will accept him, but he must clarify some problems to the young judge.

"Listen to Judge Heinrich Beria, I agree with you to take part in the operation on behalf of Angvar, but you must listen to me as soon as the gun rings, I don't care whether you are a judge or anyone, you will be on the battlefield. You have to obey my orders completely, can you do that?"

Dean Nakhimov stopped as he spoke. He stopped in front of a gate supported by stone pillars and a huge vault. The majestic Dean turned his head and looked directly at Heinrich who was following him. The man also stopped and stood in front of the dean and looked at him.

Heinrich looked at the dean's eyes, those blue eyes looked at him, a face that was slightly old but still as strong as steel stood in front of him, the old man's body was like a surging Titan in motion. People will doubt the old general in front of you. You only need to look at him to know that he is right and obey him.

So Heinrich nodded with a rather modest gesture, which was commendable enough for an Inquisitor of his age, "I will obey all your orders, President Nakhimov."

"Very good, then come with me, the action time given by the marshal is almost up, we are running out of time." Nasimov turned and walked towards the door behind him, and Heinrich naturally followed. Going up, he followed the old general in front of him and strode forward. When he reached the gate, Nakhimov pushed it open with a palm.

They walked into the door, and in the conference room behind the door, the officers and commanders on both sides of the long table immediately stood up neatly from the table and turned to look at Nakhimov, with their arms raised in a neat salute, the officers Looking at Nakhimov who came, the latter simply bowed back to them, and then strode to the table to support the edge of the wide table.

Nakhimov looked at the map in front of him. On the table in front of him, there were scattered maps of the palace, which had been painted with marching arrows, key targets and attack points. It had to be said that the officers did. It was quite good. They completed the arrangement of a military operation in a short period of time, which made Nakhimov very satisfied, and could even say that they were proud. At least their commanding skills in the academy were not learned in vain.

"President, who is this?" Lieutenant Ciel next to Nakhimov turned his head to look at Heinrich and asked in a different way. The young judge nodded to Heinrich and several officers. Ciel The lieutenant and several officers around him also nodded politely to him instinctively.

"The representative of the Tribunal, who authorized us to conduct and participate in the operation on behalf of the Tribunal, but he will listen to us, now tell me your plan, we are running out of time."

Nakhimov slammed the table in front of him with the palm of his hand. After the palm was heavily squeezed on the map, Ciel and the surrounding officers immediately focused their attention on the correct place. They turned around and gathered around the table. side.

It was his aide-de-camp, Ciel, who was responsible for explaining the actions to Dean Nakhimov. He led the military corps to formulate this plan. Naturally, he should report the dean's actions before the war. Ciel pointed to the most important part of all maps. The plan of the huge palace in the center.

"After the operation begins, all the assault troops will depart from the academy. We plan to dispatch the students of the Stormtroopers department immediately to take off from the academy airport in the Valkyrie fighter jets and directly attack the signal tower west of the palace to seize the TV and Control of the broadcast, preventing the high lords from calling their heirs back through the global broadcast."

Ciel pointed to the key target circled by the red circle. The surrounding officers gathered around the table to watch with Nakhimov, the dean held his chin and thought for a moment, "What about the communication system in the parliamentary hall? How did you cut off the emergency communication lines of the high lords? I'm sure that the life-saving guys in the council have installed high-power signaling devices that can directly contact the outer army."

"On this issue, we plan"

"No, you don't have to worry about this problem. The Assassin Court and the Inquisition Court will ensure that no one in the building will make a single sound to the outside."

Before Lieutenant Ciel said anything, Heinrich behind them suddenly interrupted them. All the officers turned to look at the judge. They looked at each other and looked at Ciel, who was in After a moment of hesitation, he looked to Nakhimov for an order, and the dean himself turned his head to watch Heinrich stay silent for a second or two, and then turned his head.

"You heard, our allies will deal with this issue and continue to report on other parts, hurry up, we are running out of time."

"Yes, sir!"

Charles and the officers immediately looked at the map again, and Heinrich who was behind them also walked gently behind them. Heinrich's eyes scanned everything on the table, and then he walked after looking at all the officers present. Going to the table, looking at Nakhimov sideways, he stretched out his long arm and pointed at Lieutenant Charles marked on the map.

"The stormtrooper company will be divided into three groups, one group will seize the TV tower, the other group will control the energy hub around the parliament, and the cut-off function will paralyze the surrounding military camps, especially the radar system and alarm system will be down in a short time. The third group consists of all the remaining members of the Stormtrooper department, and they will immediately attack from the air to seize all the air defense and high-level dive fire points to clear the threat for the ground advancing force."

Ciel's finger drew a large circle on the map, and Nakhimov watched the marked point where his finger passed, the high fire position of the palace, those who had caused the rebels to suffer during the defense of the Horus Heresy. The split-level firepower points are marked. It seems that these officers were serious when they introduced how Marshal Vito made a perfect defensive deployment during the siege of Terra by Horus in the war history class. I listened to the class and was very impressed.

"When the students of the Stormtrooper department seized the high firepower, the students of the intelligence and counterintelligence departments will act at the same time. They will disguise themselves as noble refugees who fled into the palace after facing the public riots from outside the palace. The weapons were hidden in the trucks and quietly approached the outposts and positions on the street, and then deceived the guards to pass by and suddenly stopped, then took out the weapons and disarmed the defenders on the defensive line, and then opened the position and let our mobile troops pass."

"Can they pretend to be alike? This action must be based on the guard's belief in them." Nakhimov pointed to the map and asked questions, while Lieutenant Ciel nodded calmly. He tapped one by one on the map. Mark the point.

"We're all looking for orphans from noble families. Believe me, sir, they usually look like nobles in the academy, so they deceive the guards without even pretending. Just pretend and act in your true colors.”

Ciel laughed as he talked, and the young officers around him laughed together, and Dean Nakhimov, who was surrounded by them, also smiled slightly, and then patted the table to signal Ciel to continue.

The latter was shocked and continued immediately. He picked up a pen and tapped several streets on the map, "The plainclothes troops will advance along the streets, leaving a member of one or two vehicles behind each post. Until all posts and positions along the way are parked and act simultaneously, the commandos behind all positions will control all positions within one minute, and then open the defense line at the same time."

Ciel pointed to the end of the street on the map with the pencil, and then slid the tip of the pen up the street. Nakhimov's eyes followed the gray pencil, and Charles tapped the tip of the map on the many lines of defense. a few points later.

"When the plainclothes team opens the passage, the ground troops of the Infantry Department, Armor Department and Artillery Department will act immediately, and the infantry will sit on the Chimera, Leman Russ and Salamanders of the Armor Department at the fastest speed. Raided through the streets, their targets were these barracks and key positions around the Parliament, and by taking these targets, the high lords are the turtles in the urn."

"What about the expected resistance intensity?" Nakhimov asked with a slight frown as he looked at the map, while Ciel leaned on the table and tapped the map lightly with a pencil.

"It shouldn't be strong. The high lord and the surrounding guards did not expect our actions, and most of the troops have been transferred to the periphery to suppress the riots. The number of defenders left here is limited and cannot stop our actions."

"And even if they plan to rely on the fortress, we have also incorporated the artillery department into the commando team. Their heavy artillery will be dragged directly behind the armored body, and they will go directly to the front line to pull out any positions that suppress the infantry. "Bayonon on the cannon" I Remember how Marshal Vito described it."

"As the surrounding positions fall into our hands, the military operation will be successful, we will surround the entire High Lord Council, and the troops in the outer circle will immediately re-enter the defending positions that were disarmed by us, and re-occupy the bunkers and heavy weapons, Cooperate with the upper-level stormtroopers to intercept and block any lord's direct line troops who intend to return to help after hearing the sound of gunfire."

Nakhimov looked at the map in front of him and stood up satisfied with the dense military markings, he stood with his hands on his hips and nodded with satisfaction among the Shire and the officers, "Very good, gentlemen, if this is yours Graduation homework, then you will get full marks."

Ciel and the officers all looked at each other and laughed. They patted each other on the shoulders, and Ciel continued to look at Nakhimov in front of him, but with a smile on his face.

"Have all the action troops been assembled?" Nakhimov asked while pressing the shoulder of Ciel next to him, who immediately nodded and looked at the closed window, "Except for the plainclothes team that has already departed, everyone is here Assemble at the departure square, waiting for your order, sir, do you need us to issue an order to start action immediately?"

"No, Ciel, your plan is perfect, but there is one thing missing."

"What, sir?" Charles showed a puzzled expression. He looked at the smiling Nakhimov in front of him. He picked up his military cap from the table and put it on his head. The dean walked behind the window. Pressing down the shutters slightly with his fingers, he looked through the cracks of the window at the troops that were gathering outside.

"The practice of the imperial army before the expedition, the passionate speech of the political commissar's mobilization before the war."

(End of this chapter)