Governor's Office The combat conference room is extremely dignified.
The holographic star map covered the entire wall, with dense red marks surrounding Alpha Hive City like a large net.
Yuri introduced with a grimace, "Sijiaer Hive City's old aristocracy, combined with Mutual Defense Pact's seven Hive City families, completed the final assembly."
"The information my smuggling informant brought back from Sigar Starport is that the enemy's main force has pulled anchor from Sigar Starport, and the vanguard force has already set off."
"Who is the commander? How many troops are there?" Fu Haoran asked, staring at the holographic map.
"Colonel Kallen·Cole, nicknamed Sigar Hammer." Yuri swallowed and spoke quickly, "Former Mutual Defense Pact chief commander of the armored force, fought for more than ten years without a single defeat."
"Last year, we suppressed three rebel mines and conquered the whole territory with zero casualties. We are best at armored group Lightning Fighter assaults, outflanking them on both sides, and never giving our opponents a chance to breathe."
"His most famous work was when he commanded fifty Leman Russs and overran a rebel armored force that was three times his own. The whole process took only four hours. He hung the head of the rebel leader on the barrel of the tank for public display."
Yuri paused and added, "Cole also promised to take down all the surrounding open-pit mines within a week, break through Alpha Hive City within three weeks, and hang your "Lower Hive governor" head on the Starport spire."
Tychus put out his cigarette and spoke in a rare serious tone, "This man is quite crazy. How much wealth do they have?"
"There are at least three hundred Leman Russ Executioner, brand new standard mass production model."
The introduction of Yuri made everyone take a breath of cold air.
Priest Kallen added, "The main gun penetration of this type of tank is twice that of ours, and the frontal armor thickness is better than ours. They can blast through our frontal armor with one shot from two thousand meters away."
"In addition, they also have two hundred Chimera Armored Transport and no less than two hundred thousand regular troops." Yuri brought another bad news.
"In addition, there are three cruisers and twelve frigates in low-Earth orbit."
Tychus asked awkwardly, "How many armored units do we have?"
"There are only forty-two Leman Russ Battle Tanks, half of which are repair parts recovered from the battlefield. The fire control system is aging and the main gun penetration is insufficient." Wade introduced with a solemn expression.
The atmosphere in the conference room became darker.
There is a seven-fold disparity in the number of armors, inferior equipment, and the control of orbit is completely in the hands of the opponent.
No matter how you look at it, this battle is a dead end.
"What is their core goal?" Fu Haoran asked.
"It's the open-pit promethium mine and Promethium refinery on the border." Yuri took a step forward and called up the energy data.
"It all comes down to me being greedy. Recently, surrounding planets purchased Promethium from us on a large scale. The price was 30% higher than the market price. I sold 80% of my reserves to them in one go."
"Once the promethium mine is cut off, with our current reserves, we can only maintain the operation of the entire Hive City and Void Shield for about three months."
"Now the lower floors of Hive City have started to run out of power. Half of the refinery's production lines have stopped. Even the training of soldiers has to control energy consumption. If the supply of promethium ore is cut off, Void Shield will drop to a critical value in less than half a year. A cruiser in orbit can blast through Hive City's top defense with just one shot."
Fu Haoran I have to admit that this time the opponent played a good move, and he spent a little money to cut off one of his arms.
Fu Haoran did not place all the blame on Yuri. Yuri was just a businessman and did not realize the importance of strategic resource reserves.
What's more, I also agreed to the transaction at that time.
At that time, I was only focused on rapidly expanding the industrial production line and exchanging parts for star battleships and materials for modification surgery, but I forgot the bottom line of energy security.
Now it's like giving your neck into the opponent's hands.
Once the promethium mine is occupied and Promethium's supply is cut off, Hive City's power system and factory production lines will be completely shut down, and Void Shield will be completely ineffective. At that time, a Macro-cannon salvo from the orbiting cruiser will blow Alpha Hive City's surface defenses into rubble.
"They must not be allowed to cut off the energy supply line." Fu Haoran issued the core requirement.
"Then we can only engage in sniping." Wade took a deep breath and raised his head with determination in his eyes. "Right now, we can only send out death squads, distribute Melta Bomb and anti-armor mines, set up ambushes in the Red Sand Hills area, and hold back as many of their armored columns as possible."
This is the most standard answer and the most correct solution of Warhammer World.
After all, no sacrifice is unacceptable.
"No, this is using soldiers' lives to fill the line. The casualties will be too high." Fu Haoran vetoed it without even thinking about it.
Everyone was stunned.
Lucifer's emerald eyes glanced at Fu Haoran and sneered, "The emotional behavior of lower life forms will only drag down the entire battle."
"It is a rational choice to exchange the least cost for the greatest victory. A soldier's life is meant to be consumed."
"Soldiers are not expendable." Fu Haoran's attitude was particularly tough. "They follow me to the death to survive and for their families to live a good life, not to carry bombs and die with the tanks."
"When encountering difficulties, you want to use human lives to fill it, and use the flesh and blood of soldiers to block the enemy's steel torrent. This is the incompetence of the commander!"
Wade opened his mouth and said in a heavy tone, "Governor, I know you feel sorry for your brothers, but we only have 42 tanks and there are 300 on the opposite side. If the death squads are not used to delay, they can push it to the city in three days. By then, not tens of thousands of people will die, but hundreds of thousands of people!"
"Hive City's every defensive battle is made with flesh and blood. Lucifer is right, sacrifice is inevitable."
Fu Haoran said nothing, his eyes were fixed on the holographic star map, and his fingertips traced the patch of Red Sand Hills on the border.
This area is crisscrossed with ravines, continuous sand dunes, heavy sand and dust, and limited vision, much like the Gobi desert in the Middle East.
Leman Russ Tank has a large turning radius and cannot be deployed in narrow ravines. The long-distance penetration advantage of the main gun cannot be fully utilized here.
Fu Haoran's fingertips paused in the ravine of the hills, and an extremely bold idea flashed through his mind.
A strategy that no one has ever used in Warhammer World, but it can perfectly restrain the torrent of steel.
They all have inferior forces, they all take advantage of the terrain and high mobility, they all use the weak to defeat the strong and counterattack the steel torrent.
Fu Haoran turned around abruptly and walked out of the conference room, heading straight for the Machine Cult workshop. The group of people behind him looked at each other and quickly followed.
Priest Kallen, who was guiding his apprentice, saw Fu Haoran rushing in with someone and went to greet him.
Fu Haoran didn't talk nonsense, he took out a Data Pad directly from his arms and handed it to Priest Kallen.
"Priest Kallen, I need to make this weapon in a short time"
Priest Kallen picked up Data Pad doubtfully, clicked on the full set of design drawings inside, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Omnissiah is above, this is Multi-melta... a complete set of standard design drawings?!"
The priest's fingers quickly ran across the drawings, and he kept mumbling, "The complete fusion core design, Melta nozzle calibration parameters, and vehicle modification plan... Governor, where did you get this from?!"
"Digged out."
Kallen is no longer surprised by Fu Haoran's careless perfunctory attitude.
These skills will be given to him in the end anyway, so don't worry about such small details.
"What I want is the extreme "tank killer" model, which is specially used for anti-armor. I need you to install them on a pickup truck." Fu Haoran got straight to the point, "You know the power of this thing better than I do."
"Priest Kallen I have to admit that this plan is extremely feasible.
Melta weapons have many nicknames, such as fusion guns, melters, and some people call them cooking pots.
When firing, it can restrain a micro-nuclear explosion in the barrel of the gun, and then shoot out the ultra-high-temperature Melta jet. At close range, almost no material can withstand it. Armor, concrete, and even Space Marine's Power Armor can be easily penetrated by it.
In front of the Melta weapon, all living beings are equal.
Even the main weapons of some Titan mechas are Melta Cannon.
More importantly, the Melta weapon is much more reliable than plasma weapons. It will not explode and injure the user. Besides, when it fires, there is almost no noise except for the blast of vaporized targets. Infiltration troops love to use this weapon to destroy enemy tanks.
But Kallen realized a very critical problem. "Sir, this weapon has a short range!"
"Even if it is a vehicle-mounted version, its effective range is only slightly better than that of an ordinary rifle. It is far less than the range of the Leman Russ main gun."
"The more fatal problem is that the Melta weapon has a slow rate of fire and a small ammunition capacity. It is indeed effective at hitting single targets, but it must be maneuverable and coordinated, and it needs someone to cover it, otherwise it will be a living target."
"I know all this." Fu Haoran nodded and said in a calm tone, "All living beings are equal before Melta. As long as the hit is successful, Leman Russ's armor can be melted through."
He pointed to the vehicle modification plan on the drawing. "I want to install this thing on a DYB pickup truck, and use the pickup truck's high maneuverability to make up for its short range."
Priest Kallen is still not optimistic. "Sir, with all due respect, this is a very risky play, with a success rate of less than 31%."
"You don't need to think about this, I will find a way to solve it." Fu Haoran interrupted Kallen's kind reminder, "I need three hundred Multi-melta, and within a week, they must all be built and modified into pickup trucks."
Priest Kallen's brain shut down for a second, and then he said sternly, "No! Absolutely not! Governor, without a complete STC Template, our workshop can only build twenty doors a week at most even if it works in three shifts."
"I didn't let you make everything in one workshop." Fu Haoran proposed his plan, "The core of Multi-melta is only the fusion core and Melta nozzle. These two core parts, your workshop will do its best to produce the fusion core, and leave the rest to me."
Priest Kallen was stunned. He probably guessed what Fu Haoran was thinking, and reminded with a solemn expression, "Sir, this... this is not in line with the teachings of Machine Cult! The production of sacred weapons must follow the sacred norms of STC. Simplifying the process and lowering the standards is a blasphemy to Omnissiah!"
He patted Priest Kallen on the shoulder and said firmly, "It doesn't matter if it is scrapped, we will rebuild it."
"As long as we can penetrate the opponent's tanks in this battle, we can make them at any time even if the people are alive and the guns are gone."
Priest Kallen stood there, his mind running rapidly, wanting to refute.
On one side is the sanctity of the doctrine, on the other is the life and death of Hive City. He knows very well that the doctrine cannot save the immediate crisis.
Kallen closed his eyes, and the light of the mechanical prosthetic eye went out for a moment.
When he opened it again, his voice was calm. "Omnissiah, please forgive my blasphemy. Governor, I will complete my mission."
Fu Haoran didn't talk nonsense anymore, he knew Priest Kallen would make a compromise.
But now, he must go back to 2K to complete an explosion of production capacity.
At the same time, in the command post of Sijiaer Hive City, Colonel Cole stood in front of the huge sand table, pointing at the position of Alpha Hive City with his fingertips.
"Three days later, attack across the board." His voice was calm, with unquestionable confidence, "Let those Lower Hive guys see what a real armored torrent is."
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