Chapter 59 02.0059: "Ripple Theory"

Horatio walked up to the tall Gothic-style main teaching building, which was built of red bricks, I-beams and quick-concrete.

After climbing the 150 steps, Horatio saw Archie return to the stairs and take a distant view of the Plaza of Honor.

He turned his head and looked towards the square. The shot from Archie's angle was truly beautiful.

He was just about to ask Archie what kind of photos he took when suddenly, a group of students walked by in a row, almost occupying the entire middle of the stairs, as if they were ignoring such a living person. One of them bumped directly into Archie's shoulder.

The camera flew out of his hand, and the young soldier who hit him missed his step and almost lost his balance and fell. He finally regained his balance.

The enhanced Horatio moved swiftly and leaped over to catch the camera.

"Are you blind?" The sergeant who bumped into Archie angrily grabbed his collar and pushed him.

This group of people also wore decent Zhongsi military uniforms, which were modified in detail while maintaining the general consistency of style. It was obvious that they were customized based on the uniform regulations. The Zhongsi uniforms made of luxurious materials and the family emblem shining on the chest revealed disdain and disgust in their behavior.

[Loyal noble students.] Horatio recognized these men's names.

"Can't a staircase this wide accommodate you? You're standing in a row and you don't even let others pass."

Horatio didn't care who the other person was. He stepped forward without fear, said a few fair words, and returned the camera to Archie who wanted to keep the matter to himself.

Horatio was born into a noble family, and also an old naval family. Everyone in Abyss Port who was connected with the Gothic Fleet had to respect the Cochrane family.

It's just that he doesn't like to wear the Cochrane family's sea dragon emblem to show off.

Seeing that Horatio was wearing a military dress uniform, which was straight, beautiful, and made of expensive fabrics, but without a family crest, several students in the corridor whispered to each other, speculating whether he was a loyal descendant of a noble family or a civilian preparatory student with a wealthy family.

Military uniforms are expensive, ranging from tens of thousands of yuan to hundreds of millions of yuan for high-end customization.

Therefore, most Zhongsi students were only issued casual uniforms, not military dress uniforms. When attending important occasions, many of them would try to rent them from wealthy classmates, or simply attend in casual uniforms.

These children who have lost their parents, unless they are born into aristocratic families, rarely have the means to support such expenses. They have to save their money to buy officer or non-commissioned officer uniforms after graduation, so they can't afford to be so extravagant on cadet uniforms.

"Who are you?"

As he spoke, the unhappy noble student pushed Horatio on the chest, but failed to move at all. He was stunned for a second, which made the action look very embarrassing.

"Horatio Cochrane." The black-haired young man straightened up and looked at him condescendingly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Respectable, respectable! Gentlemen."

Among the few people traveling with the trouble-seeking student, there was a freshman with the rank of reserve sergeant like Horatio, but he was standing in the C position. The brown-haired young man dressed in a flashy manner shouted loudly and jokingly, as if he deliberately wanted to show his right to speak.

Horatio glanced at the emblem on his chest, he was familiar with that emblem, it was the only one GW had shown in the Gothic Fleet rulebook - the emblem of the Ravensburg family.

It seems that this person is the second son of the Ravensburg family mentioned by Captain Sterling.

"Oh~oh~ So you are the descendant of Admiral Speyer."

The second son of the Ravensburg family beamed with joy and said with a smile that seemed to add fuel to the fire, his eyes shifting back and forth between the two of them:

"Do you know who I am?"

[Of course I know who you are, the emblem is so big.]
Horatio raised half an eyebrow and looked at him speechlessly.

There were whispers from the side.

"Horatio Cochrane? He's the one who was said to have been in the Lower Nest for eight years, and was suddenly confirmed to be the descendant of Admiral Speyer these two days."

"It's him?"

"But he doesn't look like he's ever been in the Lower Nest, which is quite respectable."

The noble students accompanying the second son of the Ravensburg family whispered.

"I'm David Betty, from the Ravensburg family. I'm sure you've all heard of my family."

When the second son said this, his nose almost turned up to the sky.

"It's our first meeting. I didn't expect that after so many years, people from our two families could still be comrades-in-arms."

Horatio politely saluted David Betty, and the second son also saluted back.

Both of them ignored the young nobleman who was looking for trouble, leaving him standing there in a daze, his face flushed with anger.

Even if they were ignored, they had to give the Sky Eagle salute to both of them at the same time.

Everyone knows the reputation of Ravensburg and Speyer in Abyss Port. They are not something that a small branch family of a third-rate merchant ronin can afford to offend.

The boomerang of "Who do you think you are" flew around and hit him on the head.

[Horatio...is the descendant of Admiral Speyer?] An unrealistic feeling made Archie feel a little dizzy.

He recalled the scene in which he and this descendant of Speyer had just taken a photo under the statue of Admiral Speyer, and felt somewhat dazed and unbelievable.

"Hey, are you from the Collingwood family?" The second son of the Ravensburg family looked at Archie.

"Ah, yes."

"How did your family become like this? You can't even get a position as a reserve officer? And you come here to apply for a job, tsk tsk." David Betty pouted.

He has a very sharp tongue and speaks his mind.

Archie lowered his head with a wry smile and said nothing more, and soon his smile disappeared.

A blue-haired young man standing in the classroom diagonally behind them was watching this scene silently.

Whether looking at Horatio, the second son of the Ravensburg family, who came from a naval family, he had the same cold gaze and frowned brows.

His military dress uniform was luxurious, with a large and complex coat of arms on his chest, and the dividing line symbolizing that the coat of arms was the result of a marriage between two noble families.

Half of it was a gun and a cannon, and the other half was a scepter and a feather pen from the Ministry of the Interior, symbolizing that his parents were a general of the Imperial Guard and a high-ranking official in the Ministry of the Interior like Farida Hood. The name Henry Harvey was written on the badge, and this name also appeared at the top of the 3810th grade ranking list.

The shoulder straps clearly displayed the rank insignia of a Navy junior petty officer.

At the age of 16, the rank he achieved was too high in any sense. A 16-year-old junior sergeant major in the navy! Not only was he not from a naval family, he was even born in a Celestial Army family.

“Disgraceful.” The young man snorted coldly, turned his eyes away arrogantly, and returned to the main building. The students who were watching the fun made way for him and saluted him.

At this time, on a tall building not far away, Principal George Anson, wearing an admiral's uniform, stood with his hands behind his back, frowning as he watched what was happening on the stairs of the main building.

"Is that the 'Hell's Soldier' ​​he mentioned?"

"Yes, sir." Brigadier General Edward replied, holding an exquisite teacup.

"No fight broke out. You handled the situation quite smoothly. Captain Sterling, I remember you had a lot of fights before."

"There are more fights now, sir. Suppression, purges, boarding, fighting is happening all the time, especially on large ships like cruisers."

The captain replied: "If I hadn't fought so many times in school, I would have died a long time ago. Thanks to those guys, I have honed my close combat skills."

The old man snorted coldly.

"Bring Horatio here. I want to talk to him."

"Yes, Your Excellency."
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A few minutes later.

"Your Excellency Admiral, Horatio is here." Captain Lord Sterling saluted solemnly.

[Admiral, this appears to be Principal George Anson.]
"Horatio Cochrane reporting to you!" Horatio cheered up, looked at the old man standing in front of the French window, and saluted.

"Yes." The old man responded, and Brigadier General Edward Peru, who was standing in front of the table, signaled the two to finish the ceremony.

Horatio followed Captain Lord Stirling forward until he reached the table.

"Lance Corporal Cochrane, what do you think of the current military system of the Empire?"

The old man didn't want to exchange pleasantries, and didn't start by talking about Horatio's ancestor Speyer, but went straight to the point.

[Uh... am I really qualified to comment on this?] Horatio smiled bitterly and looked at Brigadier General Edward beside him.

"You may as well," said the Commodore, motioning to Lieutenant Stirling to close the door.

Bang——click——

The heavy wooden door was closed.

"Do you think the empire's current military system can still give us an advantage on the battlefield?"

"The transport ships arrived too slowly. By the time the navy ships appeared around the planet, trenches and fortifications had already begun on the ground. If the Imperial Guard landed on the ground, they would face artillery fire and bullets.

The navy has to perform other tasks and cannot respond to ground reinforcements. We lack support aircraft carriers, and macro cannons and light spears are too powerful for close ground support. "

At Horatio's answer, the Admiral let out a long, deep breath and turned around.

Horatio saw the old man's face clearly. His hair was a mixture of black and white, with the white hair being the majority. His face was lined with deep wrinkles from the years, and of course, there were also scars from swords and bullets.

He was blind in one eye, which was a terrifying white color, apparently caused by being hit by an enemy in close combat.

But the other intact eye was bright and sharp, and did not look old at all.

"Since we have these problems, how do you think we can make up for our shortcomings? But without violating the problems caused by the code."

Horatio thought for a moment.

"Come on, everyone, sit down. Captain Sterling, you sit down too. If you have any ideas, just say it directly."

"I am not good at land combat. Once I fight on open ground, I will feel exhausted." Captain Sterling lay down on the sofa.

Horatio pondered for a while. That night when Brigadier General Edward Peru asked him about his idea of ​​'Hell's Vanguard', he lay on the soft bed and considered the situations and problems that the empire might encounter in future operations one by one, and tried to find solutions. He also came up with an idea.

“I think we should form a naval advance force, which should be divided into three parts: a heavy advance defense force, a light advance mobile force, and a special tactical force that excels in reconnaissance and sabotage.

A defensive force that uses heavy equipment, even heavy tanks like the Macador, which have poor mobility but strong firepower.

They are like a stone thrown into the water, stirring up a column of water. Their core goal is to protect the landing site, maintain the connection between the landing site and the fleet, and lay a foundation for the subsequent landing troops. At the same time, on the ship, they can also be used as guards to conduct static defense and anti-jump operations, and wait quietly until other reinforcements arrive.

The mobile forces are equipped with wheeled rapid vehicles or directly use aircraft to transport forces to spread the splash created by the defensive forces outward.

Try to expand the control area as much as possible before the enemy reacts, use short and decisive raids to seize valuable targets, disrupt the enemy's defensive deployment, and prevent them from having enough time to adjust their deployment before the Imperial Guard lands.

On board ships, they can cooperate with the defense forces, quickly transport forces to the area near the enemy's boarding area during the battleship defense, delay the enemy's actions, and after the heavy guards arrive and pin down the enemy boarding, they can carry out interspersed encirclement and defeat the enemy one by one.

The Navy's special tactical forces, like the Hell's Vanguard I mentioned to you before, are elite soldiers selected from the 'Scavenger' armed forces and equipped with advanced armor.

In my vision, this is a force that can adapt to different environments, especially close-range and narrow combat environments, just like the "Storm Heirs", equipped with the best equipment and the most rigorous training.

They move in small teams as erratic as scattered droplets, conducting reconnaissance ahead of other troops' actions and providing intelligence support for the implementation of subsequent combat plans.

After the landing operation was officially launched, they switched to the task of lurking in the enemy's important facilities to carry out destruction, such as the enemy's air defense and macro artillery fortresses.

Since they are using small teams, there may be a lack of firepower, so there should be at least one frigate or destroyer in orbit to provide firepower and airborne support to help them complete their mission. In fleet battles, they are elite forces that specialize in lightning strikes, teleporting to the enemy's bridge or engine room to board and strike, and return immediately after completing the mission. "

As Horatio finished his words, the room fell into silence, with only the sound of breathing proving that someone was there.

"Let's just name this the 'Ripple Theory'." Admiral Anson was the first to break the silence.

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