Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 202 The Art of Killing

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Command.

Perturabo walked into the command room and was stunned when he saw the command room turned into a galaxy and the current world was close at hand.

The Lord of Steel walked quickly into the command room and looked around.

The effect of the ancient relic that displayed the galaxy situation in real time was so fascinating that Perturabo was dazed as he watched the scene in front of him.

He even discovered that this ancient relic could count the enemy and our own troop strength, deployment, and changes in each combat unit in real time.

The most advanced satellite or orbital spy equipment is not one thousandth as effective as this ancient relic.

"The Precognitive Chip," Qin Xia said, "is one of the ancient relics of Nukeria. I heard from a guy who has lived for a long time that this thing was once used to manage a galaxy. It is an auxiliary tool on the boss's desk."

Hearing this, Perturabo turned around quickly, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at Qin Xia sharply.

After staring for two seconds, he looked at Angron and Vulkan.

Even Dantioch was stared at.

After expressing his dissatisfaction and doubt with his eyes, Perturabo said coldly: "You have such advanced equipment, but the war ends up like this?"

"It's just pointless expansion of the fortress, and creating construction waste with whatever shit you have on Nukeria."

"They don't know how to use the terrain, they don't know how to set traps along the enemy's path, and they don't know how to build a defensive position that can deal with the largest number of enemies with the least number of people."

"This ancient relic is a waste in your hands."

"..."

Perturabo rants several times until Angron interrupts: "We are waiting for you. You are a master of defensive warfare. Only when you come can we make defensive deployments. Otherwise, what if we build a few fortresses at random and interfere with your performance?"

"..." Perturabo was silent for a moment, as if someone had stuffed a piece of steamed bun into his mouth.

Dantioch looked at Angron and thought it had to be the Lord of the Twelve Legions.

Then, as if he felt it was not decent to be silenced by Angron, Perturabo hesitated for a few seconds and spoke again: "You..."

"How can we fight if you don't come?" Angron said, "The Eighteenth Legion is too small, the Twelfth Legion is good at assault, and there are nearly tens of billions of greenskins in this damn world. How can we counterattack if you, the Lord of the Fourth Legion, don't come?"

Perturabo was "choked" again, paused, and muttered quietly: "Enough, flattery is useless. I hate talking nonsense the most."

"Hmph." Angron smiled and nodded.

Perturabo frowned, his expression strange and uncertain, but he finally took up the command that his two brothers had ceded to him and began to make battle plans.

The Lord of Steel walked to the tactical table, tore open the outer shell of the tactical table like tearing paper, and then placed some kind of device into the core of the tactical table.

The entire tactical table changed, presenting not only a certain scene in a corner of the fortress defense battle, but also many useful functions.

For example, fortresses, fortresses, trenches, and defensive walls in the form of the Fourth Legion...

There are also some defensive battle environments that Perturabo likes to use, the kind of progressive position arrangements that can assist in counterattacks during defense.

In short, Perturabo modified the tactical table to make it more suitable for his own usage habits.

“You are truly a master of defensive warfare,” Angron said.

"You should think about how you and your legion can play a role instead of flattering me here," Perturabo said in a deep voice.

"I'm speaking the truth." Angron shrugged. "Brother Ryan, you, you strategic masters, have always been my goal to learn from. But unfortunately you don't have any military works, and the combat records written by the war committee staff are not detailed enough."

Perturabo still had his signature sour face on, silently looking at the tactical table and began to arrange defenses.

"Would you like to write a book on defensive warfare for me?" Angron asked with surprise.

Vulkan, who had remained silent, was obviously stunned.

Although the Fire Dragon Lord had heard that Angron had the gift of insight into people's hearts, he thought that it was just the ability to sense and absorb emotions, and it was by no means the ability to read minds.

"Ah."

Perturabo was a little helpless. He had only just had this thought, but Angron had already detected it with his unreasonable ability, so he had to admit it coldly.

Vulkan looked at Angron in silence.

The Fire Dragon Lord felt no joy at seeing Angron torture Perturabo repeatedly, nor did he feel any fear or dread towards Angron's abilities.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon only felt compassion for this brother.

Being able to sense other people's emotions and read their minds, this ability is very painful for the user even if it can distinguish between friend and foe. If it cannot distinguish between friend and foe... I'm afraid Angron can sense the thoughts of those greenskins outside.

The pain and mental torture of one person is terrible enough, but ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people... a huge amount of emotions will surge in Angron's heart like a tsunami.

Vulkan thought it was incredible that Angron could be so optimistic, and thought that perhaps he was only optimistic on the surface, but in fact, there was a sea of ​​emotions hidden in his heart that made people feel despair at a glance.

The pain, joy and other emotions from every intelligent creature combined into a sea of ​​emotions, shaking and roaring...

Vulkan looked at Qin Xia again. Angron had a lot to learn, but it was clear that Qin Xia could not teach him too many aspects of knowledge. Vulkan thought. This is an objective analysis.

However, the most important thing is that Angron doesn't let his emotions drive him crazy and turn him into a person who is afraid of interacting with others and just wants to hide away from the world.

Recalling Qin Xia's optimistic attitude, Vulkan felt that it would be great to have someone like him accompany Angron in his growth.

Angron naturally sensed the Fire Dragon Lord's thoughts.

Angron and Vulkan looked at each other and bowed slightly to this brother who looked extremely strong, but very gentle and kind.

In silence, the Lord of Steel formulated a defensive plan.

A defensive line composed of green light spots created by projection, which does not exist now but will appear in the future, is intuitively presented above the tactical table.

It is not a "pile of materials" fortification, and there are no layers of fortifications that are so high and heavy that they are outrageous.

Where the line of defence was bound to be subjected to the most violent attacks from the greenskins, fortifications and fortresses were scarce, and not arranged in neat rows.

On both sides and behind the defense line, more fortifications were built in places with terrain advantages, and even fortresses were established.

In any case, this future line of defense is in line with Perturabo's strategic thinking. Every fortification, every trench, and even every soldier in it must have value in Perturabo's strategic intentions.

Qin Xia looked at the defense line, wondering how he would deal with it if he were a greenskin.

The greenskins' fighting style is to attack and charge fiercely. The Blood Axe Clan does not exist yet, and they do not have a group of special forces covered in paper shells that can blatantly infiltrate the human defense line under the surveillance of the sentinels.

But the greenskins would still choose to attack the weak spots in the defense line, that is, the front that seemed unimportant in Perturabo's conception and had only sporadic fortifications.

The greenskins will focus on the front of the defense line, and then they may gain some advantages and get into the defense line, and then the hidden fortifications and tunnel shooting holes located around the passage will come in handy in the subsequent massacre of the greenskins.

If the greenskins choose to attack both sides of the defense line, the fortifications and fortresses carefully arranged by Perturabo will turn the greenskins into corpses falling in the fire blockade.

The placement of each heavy weapon in each fortification was uniquely arranged by Perturabo, with their firing range and firepower taken into consideration. Several heavy weapons would form a meat grinder with terrifying efficiency.

If any accidents occur during the battle, then those carefully arranged trenches, which are marked as absolutely prohibited for mortals to enter, will become the main transportation routes for the Space Marines.

Most of the Space Marines are stationed in military depots connected by transportation trenches. They usually do not go out for combat unless support is needed somewhere, and then they can quickly rush to the place where support is needed.

If a part of the defense line becomes a meat grinder for the greenskins, then the military depots connected by the nearby transportation trenches can quickly mobilize troops to make the meat grinder more efficient.

These are just the most easily understood parts of the defense line that Qin Xia saw. There are still many arrangements that seem puzzling and confusing, or seem a bit like taking off pants and farting... But Perturabo will not waste any efficiency and resources.

This line of defense is a perfect response to all kinds of situations that may arise during the greenskin attacks now and in the future.

This line of defense is a work of art that spans the present and future of mincing and slaughtering greenskins.

An art of killing.

Perturabo slid the projection of the defense line on the tactical table, packaged and stored the information and sent it to Dantioch's equipment specifically used to command the labor force to construct the defense line.

Dantioch saluted the Gene-Father, then quickly ran out of the command center and mobilized personnel and materials to build a defense line.

"I don't know what's the point of fighting on this planet." Perturabo looked down on the two brothers, "But since you just want to attract the greenskins to this planet, so that others in this sector have more time to evacuate, I have no choice but to satisfy your meaningless kindness."

"The other two legions haven't arrived yet. We don't have enough troops to spread across the entire star region to kill the astronomical number of greenskins."

"Let's just play a game of kindness here until they get here."

Vulkan was unhappy with Perturabo's arrogance and callousness, but didn't say anything since Perturabo was there to help anyway.

Angron said nothing.

Because Perturabo's cruelty was not entirely fake; part of it came from some truth that he deeply identified with.

For example, Perturabo's view on the Onus sector is that the people here should stay and fight to the death, regardless of gender, age, or whether they are old, weak, or disabled, rather than being transferred.

If the people in this star zone deserve to live, they can live, if not, they cannot live.

As for the fact that all the people in this star zone died in the war, or the death toll was not enough to maintain the existence of this star zone, so that it would be unable to do anything when facing the next invader in the future, and the entire star zone that originally belonged to the human race fell at the speed of light...that was not something that Perturabo was responsible for or had to deal with.

"Deploy your respective legions," Perturabo said. "You will not destroy the enemy standing here."

"Thank you." Vulkan thanked him for some unknown reason and did not explain. He turned and walked out of the command center under Perturabo's puzzled gaze.

Perturabo interpreted this thank you as a kind of irony, and turned to Qin Xia and Angron and said, "If the mortal troops in this sector were as reliable as your Nuceria mortal troops, even if there was only one legion, it would be able to spread out into the sector and defend the entire sector. Why would it be necessary to do this?"

"The Onus sector just had a fight with the aliens. It's good enough that the people here can still fight." Angron frowned and said, "We can't hold ordinary people to the standards of superhumans."

"What is the meaning of mortals' existence? Hiding behind us, waiting to share the fruits of our victory?" Perturabo asked with a sneer.

"I don't want to argue with you right now."

Angron and Qin Xia left side by side.

Perturabo looked at Qin Xia and Angron's backs, somewhat surprised that the two did not engage in a verbal battle with him.

(End of this chapter)