Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Many high-level generals remained silent.

They watched the holographic strategic projection, waiting for Calgar to continue.

This is bound to be an uphill battle.

Using limited troops to stop the torrent of Zerg will inevitably pay a heavy price.

Probably more than half of them would never live to see the Primarch.

But this is their mission.

They will not refuse their mission out of fear of death.

Calgar also stared at Vitria's projection layout, and the finger with the built-in sensor chip slid on the holographic projection.

"I have faced the Tyranids before, and I know how scary they are. But the Tyranids also have a weakness, that is, they rely too much on node creatures. Therefore, I need you to make plans. Once you find those huge node creatures, you It must be killed as quickly as possible."

"Another point is about infiltration. We have carried out an all-round sweep against those rebels who pursue freedom but are actually controlled by gene stealers. But never underestimate the IQ of those odious creatures, and any behavior that despises them They will all pay a heavy price for this.”

"We must conduct all-round screening for the hive capital, and we must not relax, and we must strictly guard important power supply reactors, weapon depots and other units, and we must not allow them to take advantage of it."

The meeting lasted a long time.

Calgar conducted a comprehensive assessment of all fortifications to ensure that no major mistakes were made.

At the end of the meeting, Calgar looked around at these high-ranking generals, and he knew that some people might be buried here.

Today's meeting will be the last day they will meet.

Even though some of them were mortal, Calgar still honored them.

Any warrior who dares to die for the great blueprint built by the Emperor and the Primarch is worthy of recognition and praise.

"We fight for the Lord of Ultramar, and we will stand under the Emperor's throne, my colleagues, I wish you good luck in your arms." Calgar said, "Men must win, and the Empire must win."

"Must win."

"Must win."

The generals responded with firm voices.

They are not enthusiastic, because they know what kind of sacrifice is behind this sentence.

The Emperor will recall those warriors en masse to return them to the throne.

War is coming, and human beings will never be afraid.

Nowhere in the camp is peaceful.

The clamor of building fortifications resounded around.

Hawke watched his comrades build fortifications, deploying heavy firepower such as artillery and grenades.

The war is slowly approaching, and everyone can feel it.

People have even started having nightmares.

According to the Ministry of Propaganda, the Tyranids are less than a month away from the Vitria galaxy.

The warp shadow formed by the hive mind has enveloped the Vitria galaxy, tormenting every human in it.

The astropaths have been rendered useless.

They could no longer find information in the Warp.

Specially endowed psykers or warp-sensitives are also always howling in the dead of night.

Shadows torment them.

Later, the situation intensified.

All began to dream those horrible and twisted nightmares.

The Warp Shadow is a terrifying Tyranid soul power that can block the connection of the Warp.

Make it difficult to display any kind of spiritual power.

Imperial scholars believe that the shadow of the subspace is due to the excessive gathering of the Tyranids and the two-way communication of the will of the hive, resulting in a phenomenon of a large number of spiritual activities, which paralyzes the ability of other life forms to use the subspace.

Like the memory processor of a computer, if there are too many threads occupying computing data at the same time, it will get stuck.

It is for this reason that the astropaths and warp voyages are interrupted.

Of course, this is just speculation by imperial scholars.

So far, no one knows what is going on with the shadow of the warp?

Hawke knows more than the average soldier.

Their astronomical communications had been cut, and the ships were unable to navigate into the warp.

This means that they have been completely isolated here.

Hawk checked the attack, then turned and returned to the tent.

The chemical lamp produced by the military industry has a plastic switch.

Hawk reached out and twisted, and quickly turned on the lamp.

Chemical lamps provide a bright glow for the tent.

The layout of the tent was a bit crude, with a huge tabletop sand table placed in the middle, and a layout map of the street hung on the wall.

An hour ago, several commanders sat here for operational instructions.

Their mission is very simple, that is, to guard the streets in front of the Tyranids.

There is not much room for people like Hawk to perform.

The high-level officials have already determined the position and role of each corps.

All they need to do is obey.

Hawk looked at the map and the sand table, thinking about how to make his troops complete the task as much as possible while minimizing losses.

But the advanced strategy was too complicated for him.

In addition, the top management has restricted their performance.

Seeing the back, Hawk could only pray to the Emperor, hoping that the Primarch would arrive as soon as possible.

In such a grand and magnificent war, nothing he could do would be of any use.

But Hawke was still thinking.

He wanted to keep his people alive as long as possible.

For the top management, those people are just a humble number.

The 502 regiment is just a more obedient and capable regiment of 10,000 people.

Hawke guessed that the higher-ups thought so.

Standing in a high position, everyone has this feeling.

After all, so many troops have to be invested in a battle. If the high-level officials pay too much attention to personal emotions, then this battle is basically unnecessary.

Hawke also felt this way. If one platoon could save the next company, why not do it? ?

Everyone longs for equality, but war commanders only think about how to win.

If you are more responsible, you will consider whether you can reduce casualties while winning.

A little bit of a bastard doesn't matter so much! !

The sound of the soles of the boots hitting the concrete floor sounded rhythmically.

Hawk looked at the person coming, stood up and performed an unconventional courtesy.

"Sir."

"There is no need to salute," said the visitor.

The person who came was the political commissar responsible for inspecting the troops.

If Hawke remembers correctly, the other party's name is Abel.

The uniform was neat, with epaulettes representing official titles on the shoulders.

In the empire, the political commissar has great power and is responsible for integrating various corps.

They are the ones who help the Empire maintain its strength and keep its soldiers in their positions.

The political commissars are all from official academies, and they have political sense and military talent that ordinary people don't have.

The heads of each regiment are slightly lower than the political commissars.

Hawke's promotion was quick, but it was undeniable that he was just a worker in a hive factory.

It is impossible for him to command a campaign alone.

But the bottom also needs to see hope, and there must be rewards for winning.

After Guilliman launched the Indomitable Crusade, the original veterans were dismantled to fill new frames.

But even so, it is difficult to gather enough command layers.

Soldiers with outstanding performance like Hawke became the new command.

In order to ensure that the low-level soldiers who are promoted can understand orders, the position of political commissar is indispensable.

The political committee taught these big soldiers how to organize their troops and deploy defenses according to imperial standards.

Abel walked into the tent, sat opposite Hawke, and looked at the sand table for a while before asking.

"How are you getting ready?"

"The situation is very good, the mission of the company has been assigned." Hawke said.

"Do you have a lover?" Abel asked with a smile.

Hawk thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I joined the army before I was assigned."

"That's a really good thing," said Abel. "Don't think I'm being sarcastic. Sometimes, if you don't worry about it, you won't be too scared. When I was in college, we talked about one, and we even planned to get engaged." Come on, it will be canceled later.”

"Why?" Hawke asked puzzled.

"We are all people who dedicate our lives to the emperor, and we are not entitled to enjoy those." Abel said, "Participating in the Astral Army will be transferred away from home, teleportation in subspace, and fighting demons, traitors, and heretics. There are endless battles in the universe, and you will keep wandering in these battlefields, from young to old, you will even forget where you were born, and forget your family and friends.”

"The Natalians don't forget where they came from," Hoke said.

"I hope." Abel smiled. "My task is to understand your mental state. The Zerg is coming. Those things always make people have nightmares. People always have nightmares. There have been people before Tortured to the point of insanity. I hope you don't."

"I haven't," Hawke said.

"Then are you afraid?" Abel asked with a smile.

"Yes." Hawke said.

"So will you be a deserter?" Abel asked.

"No." Hawke said.

Abel stood up and walked to the door of the tent.

"I hope not, Hawke. Remember that the Emperor's eyes are on you, and any desertion will be executed directly.

After speaking, he walked out.

Leaving Hawk alone in the tent.

In the depths of the 502nd Regiment's camp, Old Yon and Kakar were sorting out the interview records they had obtained from various places in the Hive City.

They have plans to write it into a book, which will introduce the changes brought about by Guilliman's awakening.

The people of Vitria were once oppressed, and the merchants used money to win their freedom, and then used the force of the empire to maintain their position.

Those who claim to be loyal are just a bunch of snakes and rats.

In the name of loyalty, they constantly gnaw at the foundations of the empire.

When the iron fist of justice came, he tried to cover up his crime with clever words and tricks.

They disguised greed as loyalty, selfishness as justice, and oppressed the true loyal in the name of the Emperor.

The arrival of Guilliman changed everything.

The sinners were exiled, and the capable began to rise gradually.

As long as they can survive the terrifying Zerg wave, the people of the Vitria galaxy will usher in a new life.

Old Jon had a title for his book.

"The Great Guilliman".

Of course, many generals who have helped him also appear in the book.

When the book is popular, they will also become household names in the empire.

This is what many people dream of.

This is also what Old Jon and Kakar want to do, they want to sing the stories of these heroes for future generations.