Chapter 205: Convergence, Under the Rain of Iron and Fire

"What is the minimum number of people you can accept?"

The silence about the war discussion was first broken by Calvin, and his implication was naturally needless to say.

"5 people in normal mode, 6 people in assault operations, but surprise attacks..."

Shall also fell silent.

"9 people?"

Calvin looked at the details of the power armor of the soldiers around him, and understood their poor condition.

"Yes." Shar replied, and then he seemed to think of something and denied the previous plan.

"8 people are also fine. We can draw a soldier from the sniper team as your guide."

After speaking, he looked around. But these soldiers were abnormally silent and willing to take on this task.

"The price is that the retreat plan is not flexible and error-tolerant, right?"

After all, as a soldier for two lifetimes, Calvin also instantly found this squeezed person and made a forced compromise on which tactical purpose.

"That's right..." Shar looked at the soldiers around him, and rarely blamed them for their cowardice.

"But we have no way out this time. You see, this is why I don't want you to join us. This battle is originally dangerous..."

Calvin was also speechless. He understood why these soldiers fell into silence suddenly.

They were not afraid of death, but just didn't want to go alone on the journey that was destined to sacrifice.

"But this is not a reason for you to let me retreat."

Calvin stopped the other party's excuse, and then looked at the distance and said to them thoughtfully:

"What's more, things are far less pessimistic than you imagined..."

Following Calvin's gaze, through the heavy steel barrier, it extended upward for another 40 kilometers.

In the atmosphere of the industrial planet of Malus, a storm eagle named "Nightmare" was fleeing frantically with the Chaos fleet that had just arrived above its head.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Arnold's hand armor tightly grasped the backs of the two chairs in the cockpit, and his nervous eyes never left the top panel of the gunboat.

"Don't push me! I've already reached my limit!"

Taros also held the throttle lever tightly and stepped on the accelerator to the extreme.

"1 minute countdown! The fleet is about to reach gravitational balance, and the routine auspicious instrument exploration has 50 seconds left!"

Valk's voice was the last to sound in the co-pilot's seat, but his words were the most important.

"Where to go? Who can give me the coordinates?"

Taros shouted nervously as he saw the ground becoming clearer and clearer.

But neither of them could give an effective response, and the three of them were equally confused about the current situation on the surface.

Looking at the increasingly clear terrain and Valk who was destined to get no answer, Taros couldn't help but start complaining:

"Arnold, say something! I hate teammates who don't drive and don't punctuate the most!"

Well, ignoring this complaint, this problem really stumped these three warriors who had been away from the main battlefield for ten years.

Now the three of them looked at the silent battlefield wreckage on the ground, and they didn't even know the enemy and us situation clearly.

If this stolen gunboat is returned to the hands of the other party, the Emperor will have a lot of fun for the three of them...

Just as the three were nervous about the threat of the fleet above their heads and the next journey, Calvin's voice in their minds sounded for the first time:

"Come closer to me! Coordinates ***.***, 50 kilometers north of the main road of Hive No. 9, speed!"

The eyes of the three people widened instantly, and Talos was the first to ask in an unbelievable tone:

"Emperor... Well, you are still alive!"

But Calvin obviously heard the conversation between the three of them.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up! You have 25 seconds left. When the time is up, shut down and make an emergency landing! I will give you the communication channel and key now, see you on the ground!"

"See you on the ground!" The three of them only had time to reply to this sentence before they lost Calvin's perception again.

The Chaos Fleet in space is now entering orbit to play a game with the gravity of the planet. In the non-wartime state, for the stability of the equipment, the ground array of the auspicious instrument is temporarily closed.

This was a tactical blank period of about 15 minutes, which was an absolutely fatal violation of the rules from a purely military perspective.

Such low-level mistakes should not have occurred in the hands of these veterans left over from the Great Crusade era.

But the military discipline of these Space Marines who joined Chaos is no longer what it used to be, and considering that Chaos' logistics have always been a mystery.

If the fragile auspex array frequently works in a strong magnetic field environment, its life will be drastically shortened.

If the original high-precision equipment on these warships has problems, they have no place to repair it now.

With the style of the current masters of these Midnight Lords, the most likely possibility is to catch a Tzeentch demon and hang it on the bow as a "human detection" instrument...

So now that they know that the ground has no orbital projection capability, this little slackness is naturally ignored or acquiesced.

The Nightmare has now broken through the stratosphere and ozone layer, approaching the troposphere less than 15 kilometers from the surface.

As Arnold's tense 10-second countdown began, Talos and Valk made a final adjustment to the Nightmare's posture.

Then, after confirming the status of the three-person jetpack, they ruthlessly cut off the gunboat's power supply.

That is, the moment the three people were ejected from the gunboat, the sight of the Chaos warship, which had reached a balance with the gravity of the planet, also swept over their heads by a hair's breadth.

"Is there a problem?" Kelson routinely asked Father Norris, who was monitoring the entire warship.

It was not that he was staring at this Martian traitor.

But the warship had been floating in the warp for who knows how many years, and there were only a few crew members who had not yet merged with the warship and were alive and kicking.

Those crew members have now either become ghosts wandering in the corridors of the warship, or have merged with the equipment at their workstations.

Even Chaos Space Marines are reluctant to look at such a distorted style.

Because this kind of thing itself reminds them that as slaves who succumb to the power of destruction, they themselves are now living like ghosts.

"No continuous power source has been found yet, but considering the fragments of the Pale Wings captured by gravity, the probability of survivors in the atmosphere still exists..."

Father Norris still guarded the data board in front of him for thousands of years, and answered without raising his head.

But the existence or non-existence of these survivors obviously did not arouse Kelsen's interest.

As a tradition of the Eighth Legion, mutual strife was originally the cultural foundation of the Legion.

For those brothers who might survive, he, as the son of Curze, no longer stepped on them, which was already the greatest mercy.

Slightly below the orbit in the distance, the collapse of the Pale Wing continued.

The explosions that came one after another occasionally emitted flames on the huge corpse of the warship, and then extinguished in an instant due to lack of oxygen under the background of the failure of the artificial atmosphere.

Fragments of all sizes were still detached from the hull in batches, and then captured by gravity during the process of escaping outward, and finally fell to the ground.

Against the background of this doomsday-like "rain" of iron and fire, from the perspective of space, three inconspicuous dots were falling straight towards the direction of Hive No. 9...

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