Chapter 407 War Chess (Part 1)
"Their bodies must suffer, but you wish them to avoid these sufferings." - "The Book of Lorgar"
General Morse The chess pieces moved forward a little on the table, and the team of chess pieces symbolizing the Space Marines walked out of the rectangular area covered by the bunker.
The team's vision goes beyond the decorative angel statue placed in the center of the chessboard - this is the only angel in the normal sense on the table. It is facing the other side of the chessboard, which is also hiding behind the floor. Ran Dan's angel-shaped alien giant A corner of the beast.
"This group, all aim at this alien angel beast," Morse announced, "Team of ten, thirty-two bombs and six cannons."
"Okay." The emperor nodded, "You want to bet on a fatal blow?"
"Let's see." Morse shrugged, and all the dice in the dice plate floated to a certain distance, and then They fell like a hail of bullets, colliding with each other with crisp sounds, spinning and falling into the final calm.
"The first set of hit tests, a total of nine hits, including a six." Morse said calmly, "It is equivalent to a fatal blow. Three hits missed three. There are five left, slightly Post-test damage."
"I remember," the Emperor said, staring at the dice rolling on the Morse dice tray.
After confirming that the craftsman was not cheating, the Emperor no longer worried that this group of shots could cause substantial damage to the army of chess pieces on his hand.
In the end, they get a total of seven points of bolt damage, and four points of cannon damage - according to the rules for characters in the Emperor's Hand, the cannon's damage is half that, or nine points of damage. Through the filter of special protection and painlessness, this team scratched a small piece of skin on the beast in the Emperor's hand - a little damage, perhaps equivalent to tapping the beast's toe.
“It’s just like their attack, right?” Morse raised his chin and smiled, “An attack with insufficient power is just a light scratch. Even if there are many people, it will inevitably fall. Go downwind."
"The Word Bearers," the Emperor raised his eyebrows, "attacks in the WB-37 area."
"The first few times," Morse nodded.
“They almost lost. The Word Bearers’ firepower was more suitable for burning planets on the ground and carrying out large-scale executions; but for a giant beast flying in the void, even if they could dispatch one at a time With tens of thousands of Space Marines, quantitative change is still far from qualitative change.”
The emperor nodded slightly and agreed with Morse's view. However, at this moment, the craftsman changed his mind slightly - this was also his common trick.
"I thought you weren't that concerned about Randan's war, my Emperor," Morse said, turning a Space Marine chess piece on the table so that its front side faced the Emperor. The emperor glanced at him, "I didn't expect you to be quite attentive to your sons."
The emperor glanced at him and said, "I read the battle report, Morse."
"I can't tell, but I believe you." Morse said briskly, the tone of his voice rising.
A hint of helplessness flashed in the emperor's deep eyes, "Continue." The Lord of Humanity said.
The first round of shooting ended very quickly. The emperor's dozen angels each received about five points of damage or less, except for the alien team faced by the Dark Angels. The First Legion boldly adopted the comprehensive overload of ion, and in exchange for the slight loss caused by the danger of overload, an angel fell.
"The First Army, the leader of all armies," Morse commented, "What a heroic attack. Therefore, I want to reward them for going deep alone, turning like the wind, and covering the transfer."< br>
He moved several teams of the First Legion forward respectively, and accurately bypassed the defense line composed of alien angels, barely entering the shooting range of any of them, and even those that could be touched after moving. shooting range. A group of Deathwing Terminators served as the inevitable targets of attack when arranging troops and deducing military forces, but their armor was not easily broken by the enemy.
The emperor pondered, holding his chin with his fingers, and his black hair fell on both sides of his shoulders.
"I assume," he said, "that you have not seen the abilities of my pieces in this game, and you should not know the range of their long-range attacks."
"But this is the First Legion," Morse replied, winking one eye playfully, "Leon El'Jonson's movements may be equivalent to a clever plan in the eyes of his brothers, but things Can the truth be hidden from you?"
"He thinks he can," the Emperor said.
"How tolerant you are, my dear emperor." Morse shook his head and retracted his outstretched arm, "As we said at the beginning, there will be no close combat - or getting within an inch of each other. The character will enter destruction at the same time, plus an explosion test about destruction. Therefore, my decision is that I will not engage in close combat. "
" Your decision." The emperor said in an emphatic tone. Repeated the phrase, "It's my turn."
He moved several alien angels forward a certain distance in order to open up the shooting field of view, and at the same time picked up one from the table next to him After several observations of the new alien angel, the Emperor frowned.
"Why are there so many Space Marines in the backfield?" the Emperor asked questioningly. "This is not the number at the beginning."
"My dear Emperor," Morse said with a smile, "you should know On our battlefield, the four Primarchs will not put all their military forces on the surface at the first time. Now that we have reached the second round, some hidden preparation forces will of course come out, at least for you. We also plan to take out some new angels from the subspace, don't we?"
"I declared their existence from the beginning." The Emperor faintly condemned Morse for not following the rules. "And you didn't mention that you have a strategic reserve."
"Just think that I don't want to abide by the rules." Morse said briskly, ignoring the emperor's eyes. In a way, he did manage to ignore a part of the Emperor... that 'sad look'.
"In short, there is no point in my backcourt that is three inches away from any army, unless you are willing to land here."
The craftsman pointed to a corner of the table.
"No," the Emperor said slowly.
That corner is guarded by the Iron Warrior. With just a few additional instructions or additional abilities, the angel in his hand will probably not be able to scratch even one of the opponent's toes.
The Lord of Humanity made some calculations and gave up on teleporting the angels in the reserve team to the battlefield in this round.
"The shooting phase." The Emperor said, stretched out his finger and pointed at the chassis of an angel on the table, "First, it, attack..."
He paused for a second and made the best choice from his perspective, "The Word Bearers."
"Wait a minute," Morse raised a finger, "The Word Bearers." Like a phantom that deceives the enemy, it returns to the position before leaving the fortress in the fire and smoke."
He moved a group of chess pieces on the table and placed a group of Space Marines back within the shelter.
"It's still WB-37." The Emperor looked up and found the corresponding real case, "Lorgar chose a strategic retreat."
"Logar Aurelion is of course loyal to you and Everything you symbolize is willing to give the blood of countless Word Bearers in exchange for your favor, but he is not a fool. After encountering new weapons and heavy defenses, he also understands how to establish multiple defense depths. Command the troops to disperse and attack to achieve an effective encirclement and gradually weaken the enemy's defense."
Having said this, Morse folded his hands in front of him and placed them flat on the table.
"Not to mention Perturabo's suggestion?" the Emperor asked.
"That's right." A sincere smile appeared on Morse's face. "And it's more than that."
He took out a group of Iron Warriors from the other end of the bunker, "Under the leadership of Perturabo, the Iron Warriors Legion relied on precise long-range fire support to cover the Word Bearers' attack. Retreat. Our Iron Lord personally takes command, using complex calculations and sophisticated instruments - of course made by himself - to direct the artillery and missiles to accurately strike the enemy's key positions. Under his beautiful command, our firepower covers. The whole battlefield. Come and try the damage, Emperor."
"And I haven't even targeted them yet." The Emperor sighed. "This is the warning of the Iron Warriors, my dear emperor." Morse picked up the water glass at hand, and at the same time lifted the kettle, refilled a glass of water for himself, and took a slow sip.
They conducted another round of damage testing. Even though the total number of guns rolled was lower than that of the Word Bearers in the previous round, the Iron Warriors Legion's missile hit rate, gun power and armor-piercing ability all had the same values. Significantly higher than the Word Bearers. Under the negative conditions of being on alert and being forced to fight, the Iron Warriors still managed to take down half of Ran Dan's alien health.
"But it is impossible for you to know every move of Ran Dan Angel, which is why..." The emperor's voice gradually became lower, and his expression remained calm and unpredictable, even if Leon Elzhuang Mori didn't stay with the Emperor for long, but there was indeed a shadow of the Emperor in Leon's inscrutable nature.
“These legions will suffer damage.” Morse said proactively and clicked a few times on the chessboard. Some chess pieces fell in response. Except for the Dark Angel who was alone in the depths, among the other three armies There are losses.
"Your warriors are dying." The craftsman commented, pointing to his backfield. "Fortunately, there are still many of them."
"Don't say that." The emperor responded calmly. Morse followed the method of mathematical expectations and directly completed the shooting and damage test of several Randan angels. Although this was quick, it did make the chess game lose its flavor. .
But neither of them particularly care about this.
"It's your turn." The Emperor nodded.
"Okay, first of all..." Morse snapped his fingers, and a pair of infiltrators painted in pearl white appeared in the backfield of Ran Dan's alien. Since most Randan angels are giant beasts, and the Emperor has not yet started cheating, their number is not large. This leaves the infiltrator with a wide entry point.
"An abandoned outpost, one of the few ground areas that still retains intact metal structures, and the lucky Horus Luperkar." Morse smiled and read Shadow Moon calmly Every syllable in the Wolf Lord's name.
"During this infiltration and invasion work, they regretfully confirmed that these aliens did not require any logistics, and the blocking work was naturally difficult to implement. But these angels seemed to have some way of communicating with each other, and they also further confirmed that the angels There are different groups within it, and a collective commander should be the leader of the corresponding group - the leader controls the angels, and the angels control the mixed consciousness within them."
"LW-55," Emperor. The emperor reported the corresponding battle number, "My warriors launched a precise strike. His flexible tactics and excellent raids helped him weaken the entire small Randan ethnic group."
"But that ethnic group was Not that similar to the human concept of angels," Morse said, "and also older than angels. I don't know where they evolved from, not Glocks anyway, and probably not since they're barely there. Afraid of pain, just think it's a herd of ant-cows."
"That's what you think."
"Maybe, it doesn't matter," Morse said, moving some of the shadows. The position of the Yue Cang Lang chess piece, "Let's shoot."
One Randan angel died as a result.
The Emperor shook his head.
“His behavior also heightened the alertness of the aliens, and the defense became tighter. Some aliens evolved harder armor on the spot. Therefore, your next shooting hit result will be reduced by one, and the alien armor will The protection result is plus one. "
The emperor described that as his words fell, the appearance of some chess pieces increased with gray-white carapace, and at the same time, their bodies seemed to be illuminated with a layer of holographic projection. To blind the missile's aiming and gunner's observation.
"Throughout the entire scene?" Morse asked. "Good, now we all start cheating."
He stretched out his hand, fingers wrapped with black cloth, pointing at an army of Iron Warriors.
“As new difficulties have emerged, their long-range fire support mission has become more difficult and the effect has been greatly reduced. Perturabo decided to change the strategy and increase the concentration of firepower. After several precise strikes, They destroyed some Randan Angels that could form a defensive linkage, and figured out the basic principles of the opponent's armor
"The entire fleet is stepping up research on more suitable war weapons-this is why ours. Fire support began to come into play again. After that, our shot hit results will be exempt from the correction effect. "
"IW-68," the Emperor said, a hint of admiration in his tone.
"After this, led by the Word Bearers, they launched an assault. The Luna Wolves, Iron Warriors, and Word Bearers Legion worked closely together to break through the enemy's heavy defense line.
"They took joint actions, combined their respective advantages, and gradually disintegrated the enemy's defense through intensive offensive tactics.
"Horus Luperkar declared his power and dispersed all those fighting against Randan Angel The inexplicable effect of mourning within the Legion; Lorgar Aurelion praying in the sept, the Word Bearers' unparalleled bravery - seriously, didn't you protect them? I even had some doubts. The Iron Warriors crossed the twenty-seventh line of defense on the north side and defended along this line, allowing others to carry out the assault on Angel Randan under its cover.
"In the end, they occupied twelve planets-the planets located in the middle of Randan."
The Alien Angel's chess pieces were dismembered, broken, and scattered in the torrent of ammunition rushing forward. Deep in the starry sky.
"As a counterattack," the emperor said, pushing two chess pieces into the crowd, almost within an inch of close combat, "the Randan aliens turned to attack from two directions at the same time, organizing a denser battle. Formation.”
Morse took over. "The Iron Warriors guarding the defense line did not retreat, even though Aurelion made suggestions in this regard. Part of the battalion continued to move towards the forward area, while the remaining battalion held its position, attracting the firepower of Randan's advance detachment. In Finally, an explosion occurred on this line of defense..."
He gently pressed his finger on the top of the bunker on the table, and the building immediately collapsed, exploding into a ruin with only partial defense capabilities, along with The Iron Warriors and Randan aliens hidden in the building bunker were all buried inside.
"They were in danger of self-destruction," Morse whispered, "but they expected it."
He lifted a slab and removed the Iron Warriors chess piece inside Take them out one by one, put them in the palm of your hand, and gently put them back on the table. This batch of chess pieces was seriously damaged, but only one chess piece had its head knocked off, and the rest probably had some broken arms and legs.
"They need to be repaired, see you in a few rounds."
Morse placed them temporarily on the low table nearby.
"Where is the Dark Angel?" the Emperor reminded.
"They slowed down and did not declare a charge, but organized a rally to restore the legion's health." Morse said, "As the Randan alien rushed towards them, Leon Al Zhuang Sen organized a perfect counterattack, first gained the priority of the attack, and then defeated a Randan tribe."
"However, a group of Randan aliens broke in," the Emperor said. "Just as the war was going on, a new group of people appeared among the defeated Ran Dan group."
He took out a few silver bipedal angels and placed them on Ran Dan facing the Dark Angel. Within the Dan tribe.
"Do you still remember the special rules for our game, my emperor?" Morse tilted his head. "Getting within an inch of each other's enemies will lead to destruction together."
As his words fell, a cluster of dark fire swept across the table, drawing the silver angels adjacent to them. The other Randan angels were burned to ashes together.
A dice spun around, finally settling on six o'clock.
“A blast,” said the Emperor, “three fatal points of cumulative damage within six inches.”
“Isn’t that something,” Morse said deliberately Pretending to think about what to say for a while, he clapped his hands and said, "Death is still effective?"
The emperor lowered his eyes and did not answer.
In his silence, the decorative angel statue in the center of the table collapsed inch by inch, disappearing into the swirling dust and returning to invisible dust.
(End of this chapter)