Chapter 351 Combat Meeting
“As I said before, the current battle situation is exactly like this——”
“A terrible battle loss ratio, Perturabo.” The sound floated faintly from the dark corner. Perturabo glanced there patiently, and with a thought, he controlled the light in the command room that had been turned off by Curze to turn on again.
"If you have any objections, Curze, you can go back to the ship," Perturabo said sternly, "It's not yet the nine-hour deadline you set for yourself, so I'm not late. "
"Haha..." Cozz continued to draw something on the data pad, "I mean, such a beautiful battle loss ratio, but there is not even a Hrud prisoner... ”
"Ignore him, Iron Lord. Continue describing combat missions. Konrad always does this," Sanguinius gestured cryptically to his head with a rueful smile as Curze was immersed in the image of his datapad. .
Perturabo looked at Mortarion and Sanguinius, who were sitting on his left and right sides. The vague feeling of trouble came back to his heart, not to mention that after a few hours, the communication was interrupted. The battalion commander and his sergeant still haven't been able to regain contact, and only the location where they disappeared is clear.
Perturabo continued: "The supply problem I just described was based on the premise that the Iron Warriors would continue to fight the Hrud alone, but I now have external support, and You each carry sufficient war supplies, so supplies should no longer be a problem, but just for our reference."
"Unless the Hrud have hidden more ground defenses than I'd expected. magnitude of power, and the ability to mobilize troops from other unexplored neighboring star regions to assist."
He added objectively.
"What about the no-man's land of the Satradar Abyss?" Sanguinius asked. "Is it possible to hide the Hrud people?"
"Yes, but according to the investigation, the area where the main Hrud army is gathered is all under the control of the Iron Warriors, and there is no longer a systematic military presence in the remaining areas. Troops."
Mortarion nodded silently. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy because he had fewer enemies to deal with.
"And on these major fortress planets..." Perturabo tapped his hand on the table. The projection of the entire star cluster in the center of the indoor table quickly enlarged and simplified, leaving only a few labeled The planet with the red skull, as well as a few occupied planets with the Iron Warriors emblem, and the fleet of ships cutting the front.
“These parts are areas where the Hrud can barely be called military district headquarters. The defenses are the most difficult to break through. There are a large number of poisonous mist and evil energy shields that can withstand long-range weapons. The Iron Warriors have already attacked them. They are numbered separately. The specific information can be found in the document I sent. In the middle of this area, there are clans No. 12 and No. 13, and in the middle area between the Gugain area and the Mod area, it is biased toward Dalby. Group armies deployed by these two large clans are deployed in the Si-3 satellite area, but they are sometimes driven to the southern region by maneuver..."
The angel listened solemnly, wings folded behind him, as Perturabo highlighted several of the Horud clans he considered particularly difficult to deal with.
Koz glanced here and adjusted the gesture of sliding the data pad so that the long nails would no longer make noise.
"Any more?" Mortarion muttered, his voice hissing in the respirator.
“There are also some independent guerrilla forces and artillery squads,” Perturabo explained, turning out the weapons page in the combat document and placing it on the side of the projection, “According to the requirements of the returning reconnaissance team, Impression of the completed temporary artillery weapon modeling, the data is for reference only.”
Sanguinius looked thoughtful, imagining the next battle plan in his mind. The finishing work of Galasper's eradication was not a challenge even for the newly born Blood Angels, but the battle of Satradar Abyss would be the first chapter that qualified after the prologue.
He stood up and marked several nodes: "I can see that the attack would have been more difficult, but the gaps burned by the Iron Warriors in these places have broken the chain of defense. Therefore, the air defense system in these areas has broken through It can be handed over to the Blood Angels, and each planet can be assigned five to ten companies. Since the legion is rebuilt soon, they will be mainly infantry companies, supplemented by a few special forces."
"These areas. There are plenty of enemies, Archangels, but none of them are worth tasting," Curze added in a low voice, his face illuminated by the fluorescent light from the data pad. "Of course I know," the angel maintained his smile, and Mortarion cast a suspicious look, making Perturabo wonder what kind of tacit understanding they had developed in Garaspa.
"The Death Guard can participate in the breakthrough mission of these remaining fortresses," Mortarion withdrew his gaze and stood up as well. His hands wearing new dark-colored gauntlets followed the instructions in the war zone. According to the area division, "The small weapons data they currently show cannot easily cause effective damage to the heavy armor of the Death Guard. The main thing that needs to be guarded against is the entropy field effect. I need the cooperation of the stasis field cancellation equipment developed by the Iron Warriors."
"Of course, the Iron Warriors will be responsible for orbital delivery, air support and information monitoring." Perturabo said, "Conrad, your legion..."
"All the remaining areas are left." Coz said lightly. After the stadium fell into silence, he raised his head and scanned around. "Why, haven't you almost taken over the main battlefield, leaving only me, this poor little bat?" Did you pick up some trivial scraps?"
He bit his lip and looked over grimly: "Or are you planning to take a few more planets from my hands and leave them to the empire that is still on its way? How about using your fist as a battle merit, my dear brother?”
“I believe that you don’t need to use all your troops in the remaining areas,” Perturabo said without any change in expression, as if he didn’t hear Coze’s sarcasm. "You can mobilize some more teams to assist the attack of the Death Guard and Blood Angels, Lord of the Eighth Legion."
"Of course, of course." Curze lowered his head again and whispered softly like he was dreaming, "And there are Nine days, there are still some scraps left for the Imperial Fists..."
Perturabo suppressed his desire to turn off the lights on Curze's side again.
"Then, the general deployment policy has been clarified. The rest of the content no longer needs to be described in detail. The battlefield situation is changeable and should be left for future discussion."
After all, there is no need to describe the terrain, climate, and tides of each planet. , gravity, magnetic field and other elements, if you continue to talk about it, you will just read it dryly according to the script. It is better to take the document back to the respective fleets and discuss it with the military advisers and generals.
The Iron Lord stood up, stretched out his hand to the two Primarchs who had come from afar, and shook hands with them in turn. Although a war meeting seems too hasty for the scene of brothers meeting, Perturabo believes that this is one of the best ways to get acquainted in the war years of the Great Crusade.
“Conrad?” Seeing that Coze still hadn’t gotten up, Perturabo had to call him.
"Wait a minute, my royal court is completing some things that must be self-reliant," Curze said softly. After a few seconds, a cold smile slipped on his face, he closed the data pad and stood up. Walking towards Perturabo.
"My auxiliary army just went to the outside of the no-man's land to capture a group of Hrud prisoners," he said briskly. "The royal court is stepping up the development of targeted poisons, such as fear toxins. If you need it, Mota Rian, I can give you a few."
Sanguinius's eyes lit up slightly, and considering the presence of Perturabo, he restrained his tone: "Give me one too, okay? You need to understand their habits, that's all."
Perturabo took a deep breath and then exhaled.
“Don’t be angry, General, I did not interfere with your deployment plan. I sent this mission before I saw you, and of course I will inform you after it succeeds. In case my auxiliary army is in the process of arresting With all the casualties and nothing gained, wouldn’t I lose my face?”
“I implore you to return to your fleet immediately to study your poison, Conrad!”
"...Hal's personal vendetta caused him to waste a lot of resources valuable to the Fifth Legion. He (Khan) blamed the former World Eater for his ignorance and incompetence, his inability to see the big picture, and the destiny of Terra and mankind. However, he scornfully admitted that he expected nothing more from those with the blood of Angron, who was the most brutal and angry of his relatives. "—— Abridged translation of the Death of Titan campaign book
(End of this chapter)