Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 236 Frontier, the State of the Star Militia

Human beings are a sentimental race, and they always like to give too much emotional concept to the material in reality.

Such as the sky, such as the river.

The same is true for meteors, which are always compared to short but bright lives by humans;

But when these sensibility meets rationality, they always appear fragile;

And if it is a little more extreme, when sensibility encounters war, it will completely become an untimely moan.

Calvin stood at the forefront of the defense line of the Charles galaxy, and sighed on the star chain composed of orbital space stations and weapon defense platforms.

The garrison commander was still in the process of resisting the routine attacks of the orcs, so he had no time to welcome him for the time being.

Calvin didn't disturb his work, but chose to stand on the tarmac on the orbital space station, the secondary core of Starlink, quietly watching the flickering artillery fire in the distance.

The warships from the orcs were still as he remembered them, with no rules or fixed standards.

Those metal chimeras that look like garbage mountains are like a metal cluster that has been installed with an engine. There is no fixed standard for size and name. It all depends on the length of the modification;

They also don't have fixed models and classifications. The so-called cruisers and battleships are all classified by humans according to their size. The orcs themselves don't have this concept.

The meaning behind the lack of fixed standards is that these "industrial wonders" are also uncontrollable even for the orcs themselves.

Within half an hour after Calvin arrived at the space station, he saw at least dozens of orc assault boats that were not hit by defensive artillery fire, but simply disintegrated due to the boost of their own hull engines.

It can't even standardize its ammunition. At least since Calvin's arrival, he hasn't found any identical shells from those muzzles that drop parts as soon as they are fired from his inhuman perspective.

The damaging effect of these weapons is naturally predictable. Except for the unlucky ones drawn by the lottery under the massive ammunition base, the long-range strikes of the orcs can be said to be chaotic and cannot pose a real threat.

But the orcs didn't care, their huge and costless troops made up for all their shortcomings.

The dense but disorganized artillery fire, the missiles and landing torpedoes with Brownian motion, and the laser arrays that do not work at all times, also become terrifying under the huge base of orcs.

What's really scary is under these gunfire and the thick armor on the front of the ship (only the front has armor).

Once the orc fleet successfully approaches the distance of the boarding battle, their inhuman physical fitness will cause a devastating blow to the Astra Militarum of the Rebound Gang.

That's right, this group of orcs living in the background of the 39K empire era, it seems that the housekeeping skills they rely on are brutal and bloody melee combat.

And with their terrifying asexual reproduction speed, this kind of fighting is actually their most cost-effective tactic.

The command hall was behind the porch a hundred meters away, and Calvin did not go in to disturb the officers at work;
He led his guards along the track between the space stations and walked towards the weapon defense platform further ahead.

This is already the quasi-frontier position of the war, and it is also the position of the regiment and battalion-level headquarters of the Star Militia Army;
Further forward is the secondary floating depot.

These "detachable" components with only one heavy cannon or two or three laser arrays are real screw-level existences in the defense system, and they are also literally places where deadly battles may be abandoned at any time.

"The void shield is on the verge of overload!"

The staff officer of the regiment yelled loudly at his supervisor across a few tables, and Calvin, who was far away in the corridor, could hear him clearly even if he was separated by a door.

There is no precious energy source here to isolate the roar of artillery fire, and the small ion reactor has only two missions here:
First, provide the energy supply for the void shield generator, and maintain the basic lighting and internal operation of the platform if there is excess energy.

Second, self-destruction, when the cheap miniature defense point of the weapon platform is captured by the orcs, the plasma reactor is used as the last self-destruction weapon.

"I heard it! Stop howling!"

Facing the staff officer's relentless roar, the head of the Star Militia Army responded impatiently.

Colonel Emile Bruno, the commander of the 189th Grenadier Regiment of the Orpheus Orpheus, was wearing his military cap crookedly and smoking pungent tobacco, staring at the troop deployment plan in front of him in a daze.

This is already the third time he has survived the battlefield, and then returned here after taking a rest at the rear.

Thanks to these bastard orcs on the opposite side, he was able to climb from a big soldier to the position of regiment commander in more than ten years;

Thanks to the emperor's blessing, he somehow survived every death battle in which the regiment was wiped out.

But this time it was probably enough, Bruno bared his yellow teeth and unconsciously ravaged the tobacco in his mouth;
The duration of the garrison mission is only less than 60 hours, but there are less than 900 brothers left in the hands.

Logically speaking, he should be sure to survive until the end of the mission, and the new unlucky guy behind will come to change defenses.

But the orcs on the opposite side obviously had a new breakthrough in magnitude, and the bigger Waaaaah made these orcs significantly strengthened.

Obviously more complete weapons and stronger physical fitness than the last mission, the damage in the actual battle far exceeded his expectations;
What worried Bruno even more was that the soldiers on the front line even had the experience of exchanging fire with the brand-new infiltrating orcs.

Although paying the price of the entire company, at least the attack that raided the regiment's gate was repulsed;

But the huge scar on his face, which was cut from top to bottom by a serrated bayonet, still reminded him that the enemy was no longer what it used to be, and his superiors didn't seem to pay equal attention to it.

"Deflect the gravity engine and let the 11th company's military station go up and push it up!"

He thought for a while, then slammed the cigarette holder in his mouth onto the ground, and said to the staff officer and regimental technical priest who were waiting for orders.

The former took a deep look at him after hearing the order, then lowered his head on the data board and began to issue orders to the 11th company;
The latter connected its mechanical arm to the platform's servo and began to drag the military station that was originally behind the platform forward.

Bruno lowered his head and said nothing, he understood the meaning in the staff officer's eyes.

The 11th company is already the last two complete main battle companies in his hands, and it is also one of the last reserve forces.

Deploying this company means that the entire legion will enter a zero-fault-tolerant danger alert.

Once this force is exhausted, apart from the 13th company directly under the regiment responsible for guarding the regiment headquarters, the remaining hundreds of people on the entire platform are either technical sergeants and logistics support, or standard recruits from the last three companies.

no solution anymore!You are willing to be my father!Bruno thought bitterly in his heart.

But military orders are like mountains.

An order in the army is an order, and there is no room for bargaining.

As long as there is only one second left before the time limit of the garrison mission, they must be firmly nailed here to block the orc's surprise attack;
The gate to the space station has long been unilaterally locked, and Bruno has no hope of getting there.

He clearly knew that the entire defense line was under the pressure of the orcs' offensive, and the old boss who had to leave the front line because of his physical disability and took up a job in the military command department before he left was still ringing in his ears:

"Orpheus doesn't lack tears, what he lacks is hot blood. Even if you die, you have to die for me after the guard time!"

"Mad! Fight!"

Seeing that the 11th company that had just merged into the battle position had no time to deploy, it was instantly blown up by a missile from a battleship.

Brudo gave orders to the officers around him with red eyes:

"Everyone is there, it's a matter of cleaning up the guys! The security company directly under the police will follow me! Beat the mother!"

While talking, Brono packed up the carapace on his body, and walked out of the hall door.

His gaze was still fixed on the incoming torpedo landing ahead, and he snapped the switch of the gate and wanted to go out.

However, a high silver metal wall blocked his steps and made an intimate contact with his nose:

"You fucking..." Instinctively swearing loudly out of his mouth, Bruno's voice stopped abruptly as his gaze moved up.

Standing in front of him at this moment was a giant in silver armor that looked like a statue.

The other party obviously didn't mind his offense, and even asked with a little interest:
"In the name of the Emperor, soldier, what do you want to say?"

　One more, please vote.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)