Chapter 69 02.0069: "Navy's Conspiracy"

Sweat glistened in the first rays of morning light, dripping down Horatio's cheeks to the ground. Louise, wearing Cardia's belly-baring training uniform, squatted beside him and counted for him.

He strictly followed the Hell's Vanguard's special training target of 100 pull-ups, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and 10 kilometers of running with a full set of Zhongsi equipment and a Riza-type Hell Gun.

Wow – Wow –

"Faster, faster!"

The students paddled the oars in an orderly manner according to the team's specifications, like sharp arrows shot from a bow, training their coordination, strength and tacit understanding.

In a Roman theater-style classroom.

Several officers in charge used holographic sand tables and models to explain to the students theories of void naval warfare tactics that were completely different from those of the Ancient Terra Navy, such as engagement gun ranges, maneuvering rules, fleet turns, and plane adjustments.

Horatio listened attentively, while Archie sat beside him and took notes with a quill. If Horatio missed anything, he could always repeat it word for word.

Louise also sat next to him, and if she didn't understand something, Horatio would explain it to her in simple and easy-to-understand terms.

Although Horatio is from 3K, through the machine soul affinity and the encoded memory of the textbook contents, combined with his already outstanding comprehension ability, Horatio's acceptance and learning speed is very fast, and he can remember everything he sees even without taking notes.

buzz-

The rear door of the Valkyrie transport plane slowly opened, and a gust of wind rushed in from both sides of the cabin.

Horatio, who was in the low-Earth orbit of Abyss Port, saw the beautiful planetary halo ring that matched the color of his blue eyes.

Valina was wearing full Storm Heir battle armor and holding a plasma gun. Because she was at high altitude, she wore a helmet and pinned the red beret, a symbol of pride, securely under her shoulder armor.

She was standing by the cabin door, not wearing any seatbelt, and looked dangerous.

beep--

The parachute indicator light changes from a striking red to green.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" she shouted, urging.

Click, click, click!
Everyone unbuckled their seat belts in an instant. Louis showed no fear and jumped out of the cabin first, followed closely by Horatio.

Until the last person jumped out, Valina also jumped down.

Horatio and Louise faced each other, with their limbs spread out in a frog-like posture.

He gave a thumbs up to show that everything was OK.

Louise gave him a thumbs-up back.

[+Converging, descending at a rapid speed+] Valina’s voice came from the communication.

Hundreds of "Hell's Vanguards" who were undergoing low-Earth orbit airborne strike training straightened their bodies in unison, with their heads and faces facing downwards, and their altitude values ​​dropped rapidly. Because of the cruel and harsh training, dozens of people had already dropped out due to injuries or deaths, and some teams had even been completely reorganized.

The atmosphere rubs against the carapace, and the heat-insulating and flame-retardant combat suits and internal temperature circulation devices maintain the body temperature of the Zhongsi.

Altitude 1 meters.

Whoosh—two Thunder fighters swooped down, rockets whizzed towards the ground shooting range, the large laser cannons on the two boats emitted dazzling light, and the ground shooting range was a sea of ​​fire—this was a clearing operation for the Hell Vanguards.

Height 5000.

Everyone changed their positions, and the gravity parachutes behind them began to spray from the engines on both wings to slow down, launching a deep strike operation against ground targets.

[Study Points++++]——
“Sir, according to the information sent by the supervisor.

Horatio's Group 13 will be the fastest available action unit, and Group 12, led by Henry Harvey, is also well trained." Lord Elphinstone walked into the office of the Military Intelligence Command and saluted.

Inside the office, two senior military officers were smoking and drinking while discussing countermeasures.

There was no light in the room, and it seemed suffocatingly dark.

Major General Hood sat in the chief officer's seat, while Brigadier General Edward sat on the soft sofa. When he saw Captain Elphinstone coming, Brigadier General Edward poured him a glass of wine.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Elphinstone. According to the intelligence Horatio and we have gathered, several followers of the ugly evil god have united together. The fuse of the powder keg has been lit, and it will explode one day."

Commodore Edwards continued:
"What's strange is that the mysterious fat man who attacked your daughter and Horatio seemed to have disappeared, and our special agents lost all clues about him." "And we also lost the agents," added Captain Elphinstone.

Brigadier General Edward sighed wistfully.

"According to investigation, the area where PW15-S-21 lives is still filled with plague. If the anti-toxin serum is not developed, no matter how many people we send down, they will just die."

"how is the progress?"

"The Mechanicus sages and priests who serve us have made a good breakthrough from the plasma donated by Sergeant Louise, and have successfully tried to separate a small amount of serum from the plasma. But there is a disadvantage to relying on this method." Brigadier General Edward sighed:

"With current technology, we can only produce 12 doses of serum. We can drain Sergeant Louise dry just by drawing blood. If she dies, we will be cut off from the source."

"This is not a long-term solution. And if Sergeant Louise dies in action, where will we get the serum?" said Major General Hood as he lit a cigarette.

"That's why I think it's better for Horatio to stay with her. He's quite capable, and if something happens, he might be able to rescue Sergeant Louise, even if it's just her body."

"PW15-S-21 residential area is on hold. You continue to investigate other clues. I have to sort out the Vegas area with Captain Elphinstone. Vice Admiral John Bean, the head of the Fleet Development Department, has issued an ultimatum. If a suitable plan is not proposed this month, he will send marines to forcibly conquer this area."

"What a foolish dream! How many tens of thousands of troops does he want to spend to control such a complex area with a population of one billion people from all walks of life?"

"It is said that they are preparing to send at least 30 troops."

"At least 30?"

"The coastal defense infantry stationed in the nearby naval prison area, the Zhongji Marine Corps, the armed boarding team of the sealed warship, the armed marines, and the Ministry of Justice and their Leman Russ."

"God Emperor above!"

Brigadier General Edward slapped his thigh and stood up, cursing: "Does he want to turn Vegas into a battlefield?! The Navy wants the value of the port here, not a ruined ruin!"

"Even if it becomes a battlefield, we may not be able to seize control. The terrain of the middle and lower nests is complex, and we lack understanding of it. Moreover, the gangs there are very fierce, and some of them have cannibalistic cults. Even if we concentrate our forces in such a narrow passage, we will not be able to open a battle line, just like the Spartan Thermopylae in the ancient Terra legend." Captain Elphinstone also lit a cigarette and analyzed:
"The battle will become a meat grinder. With the enemy's superior terrain intelligence and eye line advantages, our personnel's advantages in training and equipment cannot offset the disadvantages. The theoretical number of casualties for occupying one-fifth of the area..."

The two colleagues looked at Captain Elphinstone, who specialized in data analysis. "It will not be less than 10 people, and every year we have to send an additional 24 people to maintain stability and control the occupied areas. We will have to sail one day, but gang members can plan and launch attacks hours a day to seize and devour the controlled areas."

"What about Horatio's former gang? Wasn't he the 'King of the Port Area'?" Major General Hood asked with a frown.

"What do you want? To borrow Horatio's previous strength to help us control the entire Vegas area?" Leader Elphinstone said with a smile.

"He is the sword of the fleet and must stab it into the heart of the enemy for the Imperial Navy." Rear Admiral Hood responded with a gloomy face.

"But there is a problem. His previous power was severely weakened after his arrest, and it has been declining. Moreover, he is already a glorious heir of the navy. To openly let him go back to run a gang, this approach..." Leader Elphinstone shook his head and hesitated to speak. His eyes and demeanor had already made it clear that this was not a good idea.

“Make good use of his gang’s underground intelligence network, and leave the rest to the Hell’s Snipers.

As I told you last time, this is a feasible and most cost-effective solution, far better than sending marines to grind meat."

Commodore Edward said to Captain Elphinstone, "Since everyone has no objection, I will find a chance to talk to Horatio. Next time, let Horatio report to the Fleet Military Intelligence Department."

"But he is only a reserve sergeant, and his rank is not high enough to advance..." Commander Elphinstone stopped talking halfway, then understood and smiled politely.

Also, as a descendant of Admiral Speyer and the son of Captain Chief Lord Cochrane, as long as Horatio is alive and has the courage to make progress, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the general of the Gothic fleet.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong in letting him participate in departmental affairs. Anyway, the heads of the Military Intelligence Command seemed to trust him and helped him earn credits quietly.

As Baron Keith, Elphinstone certainly understood what was going on. As a nobleman, he sensed the potential for political intrigue.

Captain Elphinstone smiled playfully.

The sunlight outside the window shone on the neatly ironed general's uniform, and the golden tassels and gorgeous medals sparkled.

Major General Hood's slightly tilted face was immersed in the shadows as he looked at the fully armed and well-disciplined formation of Hell's Vanguards on the parade ground.

"The Imperial Navy has neither the time nor the patience to reason with those who provoke us," said the major general.

Brigadier General Edward and Colonel Elphinstone looked at each other, then stood up and raised their glasses in greeting. Major General Hood raised his glass in return, with blood-like wine surging in his glass.

"The enemies of the Empire have only one choice: death."

A thunderbolt tore through the sky, illuminating the originally dim office of the chief military intelligence officer, casting the figures of three people on the ground like three intertwined swords.

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