Malakin looked away from the holographic image and looked at the Chapter Master of the Ascetic Chapter.
"So you don't recommend this?"
"Before, I was worried about the greenskin reinforcements from outside the galaxy. Now they have been destroyed, but another problem has come."
Mazhar pondered:
"In the previous naval battles, each fleet suffered heavy losses. There are very few warships left that can carry out orbital bombardment. The existing firepower may not be able to defeat it in a few months."
According to post-war statistics, after the naval battle in the asteroid belt, the entire expedition fleet lost nearly 40% of its warships, of which more than 50% of the light warships were lost and nearly 30% of the heavy warships were lost. This does not include the loss of the transport fleet. .
At least half of the surviving battleships, including the Starfire, were seriously damaged and had to be withdrawn from the battle order for repairs.
Currently, the only ones capable of carrying out orbital bombing missions are the Mother of Tears, the Fire of Punishment, and a few heavy cruisers.
"We now have three battle groups, with a combined strength of nearly a thousand warriors. We can attack the fortress and chop off the head of the beast."
Malakin thought it might not be that complicated.
"Go straight to the point and kill with one hit. This is a good idea."
Mazar said calmly:
“But take a closer look at the bigger picture.”
The projection shrank again. Within a few kilometers of the fortress wall, the ground was covered with dense trenches and shacks, with an average of thousands of trenches per square kilometer.
As Magyar continued to reduce the scale of the image, more and more fortresses and fortresses rolled into view, some of which were even larger than the warlord's fortresses.
"This is the most highly militarized area on the entire planet. It is not difficult to clear a way into the fortress, but once we send troops, they will be surrounded... It is really difficult to deal with large-scale greenskins. , so I suggest it’s best to err on the side of caution.”
Soshyan raised his eyebrows.
"So we are just waiting here for the Inquisition's extermination fleet?"
Mazar shook his head.
"They won't come. There is some emergency in Chicano, and the Inquisition fleet has gone to deal with it."
"In this case……"
After thinking for a moment, Soshyan thought of another implemented plan.
"In the previous operation to destroy Gyges, the Imperial Navy adopted a plan, which was to push the asteroid in orbit out of orbit and use it to destroy the green-skinned city."
Hearing this, the eyes of the other two chapter leaders suddenly lit up.
"Brother Soshyan, do you mean to push Fulun's satellite to the ground?"
Soshyan nodded.
After thinking for a while, Mazhar asked his question.
"But a satellite is no more massive than an asteroid fragment. It is much more massive. It is not an easy thing to push it out of orbit and hit the intended target. It may take several months."
"Yes, but there are five satellites in Flon's orbit and we only need to push one of them."
"A satellite may not be able to completely erase the green skin on it."
"We don't need to kill all the aliens above at once."
Soshyan smiled slightly.
"You only need to behead the enemy chieftains, and the rest will be a mob. They will no longer be able to pose an effective threat in a short period of time. The rest of the cleanup work can be left to the brothers of the Lamenter."
Hearing what he said, Mazhar was stunned for a second, and then looked at Malakin thoughtfully.
Malakin also heard the hint of collect, but he hesitated.
"this--"
"Okay, there is no need to worry too much. You are serving the emperor wherever you are, brother Malaki."
Soshyan patted the other party's shoulder, and Malakin nodded silently, acquiescing to the plan.
Then, Soshyan smiled at Mazar and cut the image in front of him to a fixed state. Apart from the fortress in the center, he could also see three large defensive positions around it.
"My rough tactical plan is to send all the Astra Militarum to the east and establish a defensive line on our right flank to block any enemy forces supporting the fortress, the Lamenters' battle brothers and our mortal auxiliaries. The troops landed in the north, with the goal of destroying the engine set that powers the shield, causing their shield to lose power and ensuring that we can carry out precise orbital strikes. Our regiment and the battle robot formation landed from the west of the fortress and captured the surrounding areas. Smaller forts, occupy the surrounding passages, and completely cut off the connection between reinforcements and the fort.”
"What about this fortress?"
Mazar asked again.
"Of course it is yours, Lord Magyar."
Soshyan responded in the affirmative.
"The honor of victory is yours, if you so wish."
"It's a good plan."
Lord Magyar said with a smile and a very soft voice.
"That's it."
After another hour, the three Chapter Masters finally ended the meeting and said goodbye.
The fleet once again distanced itself. The less damaged ships will go to the temporary dock in Gages for repairs. The more seriously damaged warships must immediately go to the star system and go to nearby forging worlds or worlds with higher industrial levels for long-term repairs. Maintenance - The Starfire should be the latter, but since the Chapter must participate in subsequent battles, it can only go to Gages for simple repairs and reinforcements first.
The fleet, whose strength is relatively well preserved, heads to the orbit of the main star of Fulen.
At present, a strong blockade has been established throughout the entire orbit, and small naval ships are roaming in the air, patrolling back and forth between the pole of Furun and the equator. ,
Although the general offensive will be launched one month later, this does not mean that the greenskins will be idle during this period.
The Punishing Fire organized the remaining fleet, and the cannons that had been aimed at enemy ships were recalibrated, this time targeting the shields covering the planet's surface.
Along with the falling cannonballs, clanging sounds echoed in the starry sky.
After the bombardment began, Malakin returned to the bridge.
At this time, the Holy Blood Priest from the battle group walked in, also fully armed, but his steps seemed a bit heavy and slow.
He stared at his Chapter Master sitting on the command throne, and then asked.
"what's the result?"
"Soshyan is a good man, he does not blame us and has a new battle plan."
The priest folded his arms and leaned against a nearby pillar.
"You seem to admire him."
"That's right."
Malakin grinned.
"I admire him very much. He is young but has an unusual bearing."
He cast a thoughtful look at the priest.
"Not only an excellent warrior, but also an excellent diplomat."
"Your description reminds me of that person."
Hearing this, Malakin's whole body suddenly froze.
Then the priest straightened up and whispered the cursed name.
"Luft Huron."
