Honso shrugged at Da Sadra's slightly boring teasing.
"On the battlefield, dignity and etiquette are nothing. They are not even as useful as a brick. I might as well do something more valuable if I stay in the back and glare at those leaders."
Hongsuo waved his hand, and the commanders immediately retreated consciously, leaving only the two of them in the bunker.
"I heard that Habibo said that after you came to Badab, the first thing you did was to walk through all the defensive positions and fortifications. You didn't even sit on the ground vehicle for a day. It lasted for three whole months. Inspection.”
"Only with my feet can I feel whether a position is strong. Only by touching a fortification wall with my own hands can I know how much firepower it can withstand. A thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest. Any small oversight may be the greatest disaster." The beginning of the collapse of the fortifications...The most important thing is that the Red Pirates have no discipline, let alone the so-called sense of responsibility, and they cannot be fully counted on."
The two walked to the structure diagram of the fortification. Dassadra looked at it carefully and found that the interesting thing about this fortification was not only its shooting direction. Strictly speaking, most of its anti-personnel weapons were concentrated inside.
In other words, it is not strictly used to repel enemies, but to take away more enemies in a brutal fight of self-destruction.
"Then why did you take this job in the first place?"
"Anyway, Huron helped me when I was at my lowest. I despise all morality, but that doesn't mean I like being in debt and not paying it back. And... this is a good stage, and it belongs to me, Huron." stage, this battle will attract the attention of the entire galaxy."
After speaking, Honso turned around.
"Go outside and have a look."
Dasadra followed Honso and turned away, going up a passage. In the process, he discovered that all passages had several blast-proof doors with shooting holes on them, and small trap devices waiting to be installed on both sides of the walls.
"Dassadra, did the Primarch ask you to come?"
"No, I came here myself."
"Then what didn't he say?"
"said."
When the dazzling sunlight hit their faces, the two of them had already arrived at the hidden bunker on the ground. This bunker was actually not very strong and would collapse quickly if the enemy bombarded it with heavy weapons. However, it was better because of its large number and because it faced the enemy. The defense line on your own side can avoid some shelling or bombing.
At this time, several Chaos soldiers were cleaning the shooting holes, and they immediately knelt on the ground when they saw Hong Suo.
Honso bent down and looked at it for a while, then pointed at the soldier and said.
"You go out, run along the line of my finger, and when I shoot you take cover."
Although they didn't know what the other party was going to do, mortals had no say here. They immediately ran out. Hongsuo picked up the bolter on his waist and aimed it with concentration, turning left and right.
Then he pulled the trigger.
Dassadra originally thought he was going to have fun with a few slaves shooting targets, but it turned out not to be the case. The bullets just hit the ground, but the mortals immediately lay down or hid behind the undulating terrain.
"Get up and keep running! Run like that to survive!"
Honso shouted, and they were immediately up and running again.
Then Honso changed the shooting hole, took another aim, and fired a shot. The soldiers immediately fell down again.
"Run! Keep going!"
After several back and forths, he called back the panting soldier and pointed to the bunker's firing hole.
"It would be much better to expand the shooting area ten centimeters to the left."
As he spoke, he even picked up a pickaxe and started knocking on the wall.
"Here, open another one, otherwise once the opponent uses explosives to approach from this direction, you will find that nothing can be hit."
As Honso spoke, he swung his pickaxe to carve a few marks on the solidified wall. He was so approachable that it was hard to imagine that he was one of the most hated enemies and heretics of the empire. After he was done, he stopped and handed over the pickaxe. To the soldiers.
"Do these before the second reinforcement. Don't be lazy. If you want to survive in the war, you have to do whatever it takes. Do you understand?"
"Yes...it's my lord!"
"Go ahead."
Honso waved his hand, and the soldiers ran away quickly. Dasadra then said:
"I thought you were going to punish them."
"Senseless punishment is foolishness. One more soldier may be able to kill one more enemy. I have nothing to waste now."
Honso came outside the bunker and picked up the telescope to scan around again.
"Even though I've walked it over and over again, I always find new problems..."
“No fort is absolutely perfect.”
"What did the Primarch say to you?"
"He felt Badab couldn't hold on."
Honso put down the telescope, a smile appeared on his face, but it looked a bit ferocious because of the scars on his face.
"anything else?"
"You did the right thing by coming to Huron's aid."
"Any more?"
"He asked me to bring something to help you, on my ship."
"Thank you very much."
Dassadra glanced at the defense line of Thorns Palace that had basically taken shape, and then asked:
"Honso, do you think Badab can hold on?"
"No, anyone with military knowledge knows that if a naval battle cannot be won, then no planet can survive to the end, and vice versa. Back then, Taran... Do you mind if I bring up the old story? Back then, Taran That is, because they did not have complete control of the sea, Tallan's defenders were able to receive a steady stream of support, and in the end they ended up with a bad deal due to their absolute advantage."
As a personal participant in the Battle of Tallarn, Dassadra shook his head with a wry smile. It was a desperate war. Even now, many Iron Warriors veterans do not understand why the Legion fought such a war there in the first place. The desolate wasteland of Lanna filled with death viruses has become a nightmare for many legion veterans when they dream back at night.
"If the Primarch heard this he would probably be able to punch you into the Dreadnought."
"So it's just you and me here. Back to Badab, all Huron's power is now in Angstrom. The Empire will definitely blockade the Badab system. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the small fleets around the Red Pirates to break through the blockade. So Badab cannot hold on forever...Look at my fortifications and deployments, do you see anything?"
"I see, all your deployments are not to keep the enemy outside the defense line. All the fortifications, all the troops, all the arrangements are just to kill as many people as possible. This is not a system built for defense. But a giant meat grinder.”
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Dassadra sniffed, as if he could already smell the smell of blood and corpses.
"You are building a second Eternal Fortress."
"To defend Badab, it's not enough to just keep the opponent out. The empire has endless manpower and material resources, and I only have these on hand, so I must use the lowest price to make the empire people pay the maximum loss. That's the only way It is possible to slow down their pace, so I will not waste troops and resources on Badab No. 6. Even Secundes is just a buffer zone. Everything will start in Badab. The victory or defeat will not be here. Decide, that's Huron's business, all I have to do is bleed the Imperials... like you said, the second Eternal Fortress."
