Chapter 60 02.0060: "The First Hell Soldier"

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

"The heavy troops are like a stone thrown into the water to establish a landing anchor, and then the light troops spread out their attack like water waves. Isn't this a ripple?" Brigadier General Edward nodded in understanding.

"You have a lot of ideas, young man." The Admiral's cold face showed a rare expression of approval:

"but."

Everyone looked at George Anson.

"This theory is still very rough, and lacks practice to test its feasibility. You still have a long way to go to perfect the 'ripple theory'."

"Yes, this is just a preliminary idea. If we want to implement it, I'm afraid it will have to be modified and adjusted after a lot of actual combat tests." Horatio admitted generously.

"Come in, Major General Alexander Hood."

When the Admiral spoke the name, Horatio's eyes suddenly widened, and time and his heartbeat seemed to slow down.

[Farida's father?]
The door was pushed open, and a man with a cold and solemn temperament strode over.

Horatio adjusted his breathing, and kept a dignified smile, as calm as an innocent person. He turned his eyes sideways and saluted the tall man who walked quickly to his side.

It was as if the incident of breaking into the major general's study with the beloved daughter of the military intelligence commander had never happened.

Major General Hood was 1 meters tall, standing out among the other naval soldiers, and the same was true when he stood next to Horatio.

Horatio glanced sideways at Major General Alexander Hood and met his frosty gaze.

[He... is staring at me?]
"Mr. Anson, this is the 10th edition of the special operations force plan I wrote. Please take a look." Major General Hood stepped forward and handed the 300-page plan to the old man. Horatio even saw the training plan, food rations, and organizational charter from the table of contents he flipped through...

"Earlier, Commodore Edward Perroux proposed to establish a naval special warfare team for pilot projects. Major General Alexander Hood was very interested in this and immediately worked with Lord Perroux to develop a feasible plan."

The old man flipped through the documents while looking at Horatio. "This pilot unit will be under the command of the Fleet Military Intelligence Office in the future. The office will strictly screen the backgrounds of the naval heirs and preparatory students, and the best students in the Storm Heir Academy will serve as instructors. The name of this unit..."

The old man glanced at the candidate names on the last page, closed his eyes and closed the plan, and after a while he slowly spoke:

"Let's use the name Hellcommando proposed by Mr. Horatio." The old man looked at Horatio with a serious expression.

"General, do you want to discard all other names? There are far better names than this..."

"Major General Hood, if a man is not afraid of jumping into hell, then what else can stop this warrior's will and determination to fight?"

"Yes, General." Seeing that Admiral Anson had made the decision, Major General Hood glanced at the young man beside him with resentment and took a step back respectfully.

I have to say, Farida is worthy of being his biological daughter, the resentment in her eyes is exactly the same.

"That's all for today's discussion. I will hand this plan over to Admiral Venuska Kataria. Now we can arrange training for the first batch of pre-selected candidates."

"Yes!" The other four people in the room stood up together and saluted the general.

"Lance Corporal Horatio." The admiral suddenly called Horatio.

"The end of freedom is chaos. Please remember this."

"Yes, General."
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"The end of freedom is chaos, and the end of order is despotism. This is the complete sentence. If you can weigh this scale, you will be a qualified captain."

Brigadier General Edward patted the tasseled shoulder board on Horatio's shoulder meaningfully.

"Sir, I have a plan."

"Go ahead." Brigadier General Edward responded with interest.

"I used to be the leader of the 'Labor Gang' in the cargo area of ​​the PW-P-15 giant starport. If the Imperial Navy needs me, I can be sent to reconnect the underground intelligence network. The intelligence that a group of people living there can provide may be more detailed than that of our agents. Once the intelligence is confirmed, we can launch a surgical precision strike to clear the obstacles entrenched there."

Brigadier General Edward's eyes rolled around, widening slightly, and he lowered his head in thought.

"It seems that everyone has the same idea, Mr. Horatio. We formed this naval special warfare team to launch a decapitation operation against snakeheads when we have detailed intelligence. I almost forgot that you have this ability and background."

Brigadier General Edward put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance and said, "I will prepare for the plan you proposed with Major General Hood. At the same time, you are on the first preliminary list of the Hell's Vanguard. Be prepared and wait for the attack."

"Yes, sir." Seeing Brigadier General Edward agreed, Horatio saluted solemnly.

"Since the Hell's Vanguard is under the Fleet Military Intelligence Department, that means that Rear Admiral Hood will be my...immediate superior?" "Yes, but you don't have to worry. His Excellency Hood is a good person."

bang bang dong!
"But I still don't know which group I'm in." Horatio smiled bitterly.

"It's okay. You will make a choice soon." The brigadier general glanced at the exquisite watch on his wrist:
"There are 20 minutes left before the grand entrance ceremony is held on the school grounds. You must go to room 25 of dormitory B-3 and put your belongings back on your bed, then rush to school ground 1 to gather."

"20 minutes?"

"20 minutes." Brigadier General Edward nodded and smiled.

Horatio seized his cocked hat and, turning on the full throttle, he practically leaped down the stairs at the incredible speed and height his surgery would allow, with tassels and ribbons flowing in the air.

"Humph, this brat has a really good mental state. He stands next to me like nothing happened, not even a tremor on his body."

Major General Alexander Hood, with a cold expression, walked behind Brigadier General Edward Peru and snorted coldly.

"A good mental quality is the cornerstone of becoming an excellent imperial soldier. I'm sorry to trouble you, my friend."

"This kid, are you sure he can do it? I don't want to waste my energy." Major General Hood frowned.

"He will become a hero like his father. I even think he may surpass his father." Brigadier General Edward replied with a smile.

"Based on his empty theories, I'm afraid it's still a long way off."

"So we want him to experience the front line and let him perfect his ideas in practice. This is the only way to become an all-rounder. If there is a chance, I also hope to send him to the Imperial Guard for training."

"Humph, you really do what you want. You are almost fifty years old, and you still don't want the Navy Department to promote you to a major general?"

"My current military rank makes me feel free, without any restraints or restrictions. The void is my only aspiration. I can drive my old friend, follow the guidance of the Astronomican and the starlight, travel to every corner of this galaxy, and hunt down the enemies of the God-Emperor happily."

"Times have changed. Now is the era of order. Freedom will only lead us to the abyss."

Brigadier General Edward smiled and said nothing more.

[Dormitory B-25!]
Horatio quickly ran past the holographic map sign, quickly locked onto the location of dormitory B-25, and then drove at full speed, like a gust of wind sweeping across the ground.

If the White Scars Chapter saw this, they would definitely like this energetic wind-chasing boy, and then bring him to the Chapter for transformation and make him a new recruit of the Tenth Company.

Unfortunately, Horatio is already in a relationship.

The dormitory complex of the Naval Academy is very large. Each dormitory is in Baroque and Gothic style, and unexpectedly adopts the design of a sky villa.

Including the decorative spire on top, it is about 13 meters high and has four floors, with one unit on the top and one unit on the bottom. To go to the first unit at the bottom, you have to pass through a small courtyard for drying clothes. To go to the second unit at the top, you have to go up the stairs from the back of the building, which is replaced by a balcony.

Dormitory B-25 is in a good location, very close to the 5th cafeteria, and there is also a club for students to entertain themselves, which refreshed Horatio's stereotype of Zhongsi College.

It turns out that not only are the colleges in Zhongsi College different, but even the branches within the same college are different.

The Naval Campus covers the largest area and was designed by designers hired by the Imperial Navy at great expense. It can accommodate up to 30 students at the same time.

Of course, this number includes preparatory students for the Officer Candidate School.

Room 3 was in the first unit, and Horatio sprinted 6 kilometers to finally arrive with 12 minutes left.

Horatio took a breath, taped his ID, activated the door system, and immediately rushed into the house.

It seemed to be empty inside, and the wooden floor was swept very clean. The first thing that came into view was a spacious living room with a long mahogany table and chairs. There was a separate study table on one side of the wall, and behind it was a bookshelf filled with naval professional textbooks.

There are two bathrooms, two toilets and a separate washroom on the first floor that is large enough for multiple students to use together. The fighting training room is also on the first floor.

The second floor is for students to live in. Rooms 1, 2, and 3 are arranged as double dormitories. Room 4 is relatively small and is used as a storage room by the students living here.

[Where are my things?]
The daily necessities distributed by the academy were not placed at the door. Horatio pushed open Door No. 3 with some confusion, and there was movement inside.

Horatio looked at the solid-colored bicorne hat on the wooden Victorian bed, his own things lying beside the other bed.

A figure who was bending over to pack things had his back to Horatio. He had curly hair that was not unfamiliar to him, a mixture of light blond and brown.

(End of this chapter)