Chapter 311 05.0310: "Horatio's Ambition"

[Although it was just a verbal strategic concept, it was surprisingly comprehensive.]
Brigadier General Peru looked at the slowly rotating Farr planet, thought about Horatio's suggestion, and nodded in approval.

Previously, he had been worried that Horatio, who was promoted by the Rockets, would not be able to convince the public with his strength. However, from the current point of view, his worries were just groundless.

The lieutenants on other ships who were whispering to him outside also realized his extraordinary qualities at this moment.

His careful strategic planning that was not in line with his age, and his active thinking of turning disadvantages into advantages made many lieutenants look at him with a little recognition instead of dissatisfaction.

But if Horatio wants to truly convince these talented people, he will have to wait and see the results of his next actions.

After all, there is no shortage of cunning schemes in the Imperial Navy to attract attention, but most of them end up becoming nothing more than parchments gathering dust in the archives.

The reason why Horatio was so enthusiastic about proposing this combat plan to be completed by himself was naturally because he saw its high risk and high return.

The Star Domain Navy Department stipulates that the 300 military merit points awarded to those who make outstanding contributions to forward-looking strategies are indeed not a small number.

You know, completing an entire expedition only gives you 500 military merit points.

Combined with the various other things that came later, this expedition would be able to fill up at least one-tenth of the military merit points needed to be promoted to colonel, maybe more.

More importantly, as a time traveler, he knew very well that there were only a dozen years left before the start of the 13th Black Crusade.

In this dark and cold universe, strength is directly equated with the probability of survival. No one can stay out of it, and no one can break this iron rule.

If he didn't want to only have ten years left to live, he had to forge ahead and reach the pinnacle of power in the Imperial Navy as quickly as he could.

Horatio had a clear vision of his goals.

He had chosen the Imperial Navy from the outset, rather than attempting to become a Planetary Governor, an Imperial Guard officer, a Rogue Trader, a Mechanicus, or an Astartes Brother.

The fundamental reason for this is that, in the name of the God-Emperor, His Holy Navy has the right to command and unconditionally and free of charge conscript all void forces to serve the victory of the military organization of the most powerful war creature possessed by the Human Empire.

To his Holy Navy, planetary governors are nothing more than cattle and horses that provide blood taxes and material taxes for the fleet. The production capacity of a planet is just a drop in the bucket in front of the huge void war machine.

As long as His Holy Navy asks, the Ministry of the Interior will spare no effort to meet the needs of the Imperial Fleet.

At the same time, tithes were collected from dozens or even hundreds of planetary worlds to support this gigantic war creature and ensure that it fulfilled its sacred duties.

The value of a single planet is meaningless to the grand fleets of the grand interstellar war, and the sub-star sector will become the basic unit for evaluating the value of the Imperial Navy.

The relationship between the Imperial Navy and the Rogue Traders is like the relationship between His Majesty's Royal Navy and the East India Company in British history.

As long as the navy asked, the East India Company, even if it had the utmost power in the Indian Ocean, would unconditionally serve His Majesty's Royal Fleet and provide all the necessary services.

This is an obligation they must fulfill while enjoying enormous power.

At the same time, there is the Adeptus Mechanicus, which has a cooperative relationship with the Empire, and the Adeptus Astartes, who are demigods in the eyes of mortals.

The Imperial Navy also has the power to call upon their void forces to rally together for victory.

When the Imperial Navy needs them, they must go to the designated coordinates for assembly. Otherwise, if the void battle fails, the consequences will be disastrous and everyone's interests will be damaged.

Correspondingly, when the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Adeptus Astartes request assistance from the Imperial Navy, the Imperial Navy will do its best to respond to their requests.

The relationship between the three is more like a close-knit military triumvirate.

“This is a very good idea. Now we are following this strategic concept and further improving the specific action plan.

First, we need to discuss how many task forces to divide into, which areas to launch the attack from, whether to keep a reserve force, and whether to send a naval boarding team to the ground in advance to assist in the battle, or just keep it on call..."

Brigadier General Peru immediately focused on a general direction, gathered the wisdom of all naval talents, and began a long and detailed tactical planning for the planetary forward offensive.

Meetings to refine planetary-level operational strategies lasted up to 16 hours a day. They were agonizing but necessary.

Because every extra minute and second wasted at this time, the enemy on the ground was improving their positions, exacerbating the uncertainty and increasing the risk of failure of the operation and annihilation of the detachment.

The rebels have the advantages of large numbers, local armed garrisons, and preemptive preparation.

The Imperial Army, on the other hand, possesses a higher quality and better equipped professional army, as well as absolute air superiority and devastating artillery support.

This is a real interstellar war, which is directly related to the life and death of tens of millions of people, and indirectly related to the safety of hundreds of billions of imperial citizens.

Both the rebels and the imperial army attach great importance to the strategic layout of each link.
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Three days later.

The Hell's Vanguard Chief Eagle Flag Battalion is ready to go.

The unit has a high officer ratio, with each 12-man squad led by a reserve officer.

The lowest rank in the team is also sergeant.

All of them are outstanding talents who have received excellent training in professional military academies, so they enjoy the highest level of armament and support provided by the Imperial Navy.

Horatio and Louise, fully armed, checked each other's equipment.

He raised his left hand to test the data pad embedded in the back of the arm armor. It contained a series of quick-fill parameter tables for airstrike and airborne support.

As long as this is used, one can call upon the warships in orbit to airdrop all the military supplies needed by the Hell's Vanguard in real time, or provide orbital air-to-ground support.

Although the Imperial Navy does not have the Astartes' manned airdrop pods, it is because the armor and body structure of mortal troops usually cannot withstand such a great impact.

But there is still an equipment airdrop pod of the same type as the Astartes. It is in the shape of a teardrop and looks like a mini version of a manned airdrop pod.

All the heavy and special weapons that the Hell Snipers need are readily available, from bolt ammunition to plasma rifles, from frag grenades to survival packs.

As long as the Hell's Vanguard sends a request, the Imperial Navy fleet in orbit will do its utmost to provide them with logistical support at all costs to complete their mission.

"Louise, are you ready?"

"Ah."

"Good luck to both of you. Although I also want to go, you are the special warfare experts in the Imperial Navy." The tall and beautiful female military supervisor in white came over in long boots and expressed her blessings to the two.

"You too, Farida. Our mission down there won't last more than a month. See you later." Horatio smiled back.

"Come with me for a moment, Captain."

Farida blinked, said something and turned away.

Horatio and Louise looked at each other and she nodded, indicating that she had finished the inspection and let him do as he pleased.

In an empty corner, a man and a woman were kissing each other.

"Come back to me unharmed, you know what? You bastard."

After a long kiss, Farida leaned on the crook of his neck, her rosy lips exhaling hot air, and she pecked him gently like a little bird, making his neck itchy.

"I promise you."

As soon as she finished speaking, her warm and wet lips came up again.

The hands under the white gloves turned white due to the strength, and they grasped his body tightly, as if they wanted to rub him into their own blood and bones.

His hand also reached into her warm uniform, feeling her tenderness directly.

About 30 meters above the unaware couple, on the corridor stood a female pilot wearing a cool leather flight jacket and with skin as smooth and delicate as creamy chocolate. She was leaning on the railing with her hands, the toe of her right flight boot touching the ground, and she was turning it gently out of boredom.

The pair of bright eyes with exotic long eyelashes looked down calmly, with a look that seemed to be distracted, and unconsciously absent-minded.

"Little Fasha, you're here! The combat meeting is about to begin. This is your first meeting as a wing commander, so don't be nervous. Hey, what are you looking at?"

The short-haired blond female pilot skipped over to the tall female pilot and followed her line of sight downwards.

Her excellent eyesight allowed her to instantly recognize the identities of the two people and what they were doing. The female pilot with short golden hair took a breath and her hands and feet moved more slowly.

"Oh~ His hand is inside~ Our commander is really good at it~ It looks like he feels really good. I can't believe that he seems to be a decent guy on the surface, but he is actually having an affair with the acting military supervisor."

Faxia snorted lightly: "Why, you want to try it too?"

"Well~ it's not impossible." Veronica twirled the short hair beside her ear with her index finger with a little excitement.

Snapped!
A knife strike was suddenly heard along with a low groan of dissatisfaction.

“Ouch!” Veronica covered her head and let out a sudden low cry: “I’ve told you so many times not to hit your head. It’ll make you stupid.”

"You're already stupid enough, Veronica. What? You want to blackmail the commander into having sex with you?"

"Hey, although I have some ideas, that's not what I mean." Veronica stuck out her tongue mischievously and playfully, then licked her lips and turned around, teasing:

"Hey, little Fasha, why don't you find one someday? I think the commander might be interested in you. Look at how much money you have.

In this world, who knows when we might get hurt? Let’s give it a try. We can’t be virgins until we die…”

Veronica grinned evilly, pretending to be intimate with the female captain's waist from behind, and her hands suddenly attacked the part of her mouth as she spoke.

Before he could succeed, Fasha made a gorgeous turn, as smooth and graceful as an exotic dancer, and escaped from Veronica's prank smoothly and gracefully. He took the opportunity to make another slash, hitting the short-haired female pilot in the center of her head.

"Come to the meeting now, and stay out of my personal business. And keep your mouth shut. If the relationship between the commander and Military Supervisor Commissioner Hood gets out, I will hold you responsible."

"Okay, okay... I won't say anything nonsense. Ugh, you were really rough." Veronica covered her head with her hands, looking aggrieved, and followed with a pout.

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