Chapter 530 Hong Suo’s mouth,
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The atmosphere in the headquarters of the Cadian coalition forces inside Clough Fortress is tense and undercurrents are surging.
To be honest, Ursaka E. Creed was certainly a great commander, and his talents spread among his own regiment and junior soldiers.
But the most men he had commanded before this time were only a few regiments, and his wisdom and courage were only passed down among the mortal armies.
So in fact, not only are the young staff officers in the command headquarters waiting outside the main office of the High Castle all showing unconvincing expressions of "I can do it for you, you lucky fool", but even now in the entire Cadia - —More than tens of millions of soldiers, vehicles, and more than six different factions—many of the decision-makers among them would not really intend to obey a man who came to power because all the senior military aristocratic commanders before him were dead. The so-called order of the Supreme Lord.
Just like now.
"Didn't the Space Wolf monks say they were going to the north to block the airdrop pods that landed there? There are also those Dark Angels clinging to their crashed cruiser! Is there any new news?!" Creed raised his hand He took his own wine glass and found that the amacek in it had been drunk long ago.
"Not yet, sir." Garland Kyle came over, and Creed raised his glass to him. "Right now, our entire area is severely disturbed. Outside, due to the chaotic radiation brought by the thing above our heads, there is a serious lack of psykers, or in other words, there are almost none except for the Inquisitor. But inside and near the city wall, It's because of the void matrix that Sage Kelan deployed for us. It protects us, but it also interferes with all longer-distance transmission methods and facilities that require the use of psychic energy. We can only rely on radio narration, visual inspection and photography to understand the situation there. Conducting reconnaissance. The report I received is that the reconnaissance aircraft team has set off, each carrying a camera and film in the tail."
"Well, if we are lucky enough, we can get the actual situation there tomorrow. Anyway, I sincerely hope that the emperor on the throne can use his power to bless these good boys and girls. - This wine glass There are still ice cubes in it, look, Kyle, it’s so big! I guess it needs so much Amasec wine to dissolve properly.”
"You can no longer drink alcohol and take too many cigars." His adjutant pointed out unceremoniously. "Your doctor has protested many times. He said that if you continue not sleeping, smoking, and drinking, he might as well resign and go to the front line. It makes more sense to treat the wounded.”
Creed regretfully put down the empty wine glass, and the ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a crisp thumping sound.
"So, what about the arrests of those robbers and murderers in the city who were printing documents with incorrect amounts?"
"The report of the fifth team of the Kashejin Fourth Regiment said that they have some clues, but they need to help defend the eastern city wall next, sir, so now there are two teams of the Kashejin Second Regiment taking over, but they are not very willing. They do this because they want to fight on the front lines.”
"I can understand it," Creed rubbed his stubbled chin, the smell of cigar smoke and Amaceco staining the front of his uniform, "but the security in urban and factory areas cannot be like this. If we go on, riots caused by hunger will break out.”
"So they are still pursuing it, sir, but the terrain is too complex, the opponent is constantly moving, and there are high-power transmitting stations. The number of Kashezin team is still too small. - Why didn't you put your refracted position The necklace is worn around the neck? ”
"It's better to continue tracking than to do nothing at all. At least it can drive them away, right?" Creed shrugged. "That position generator is too heavy, and the buzzing it gives me a headache." I'm going to die." He pointed to the long table beside him. This is a rather large pendant, which looks much rougher and bulkier than the refraction stance generators that officers of his level can obtain. Obviously, this is a standard product of the Cadian interior guard, not a product of the military aristocrats. Good stuff passed down from generation to generation or obtained elsewhere.
"But it can at least protect you. You shouldn't take it off." Garland Kyle said slightly reproachfully. He walked around the sand table. "Now some of the scattered enemy troops who have crossed the defense line outside the city have begun to deploy. The artillery is ready. According to our observations in the last two hours, there must be traitors lurking in the city. There is no doubt that the artillery commander will report the position to them——"
An unusually sharp whistle came from far to near.
The two people here are both battle-hardened veterans. They fell to the ground at the same second, but the impact of this shell was very accurate——
It exploded over a corner of the room.
Damn it——
When the flag-bearing sergeant of the Supreme Fortress spit out a mouthful of gravel from his mouth and endured the ringing in his ears and the uncomfortable concussion, he got up, a huge fear began to envelope his heart: the small building of the command office A corner was blown down, and the place where Creed, Lord of the High Castle, Creed, was just now was buried by a large number of concrete stones, as well as fragments of equipment and furniture.
The sergeant roared, rushed there first, and started digging.
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"What's going on with their commander? Where's the contact system? Why haven't we received any reply after sending our communications for so long? Is the efficiency of the empire's combat communications really so low now? How can we command so many troops to fight in this way? ! I'm fed up! I'm fed up with this horrible inefficiency and blind faith! What kind of hell is this! I never dreamed that I would be in such an empire!" br>
Lord Robert Mercurius Guilliman's blood pressure is now rising, and his momentum is like a tide. The golden and red light surrounds him like a wave, seeming to sweep away all the monsters and monsters within dozens of feet. Of course, it seems as if he is standing still. Still unaware of the fact that he was at the center, Honso politely looked away again.
"...Perhaps there was an accident in the middle. This is quite common in such chaotic battlefields and command levels. What's more, the most indispensable thing in this galaxy is change and accidents, isn't it, my highness?"
"What about these Sons of Dorne?!" The original body, wearing red armor and holding a giant ax, turned around and pointed at the heads of the eighty-eight Black Templars who could cure obsessive-compulsive disorder and were neatly piled up around them... …Oh, the hill of tall unconscious bodies. This horrific record has caused all the friendly forces around them to move far away to find more suitable opponents, instead of looking at this person who has not cut off enough skulls and is looking around angrily to find some more suitable opponents. Things come to chop the Ares champion around.
"We can't just leave them here, right?! We have to contact the city and take them in. Next, we have to find a way to help the Cadian defenders to defend this place without being too obvious. Although you asked Hestian If something goes wrong, take the Indomitable and start jumping immediately. Leave us alone, but..."
"But he is more likely to choose to stay and find a way to teleport you back, right? Then this time is not enough for us to escape, and we and the Indomitable will be cooked by Abaddon's fleet." The Potion Master said, "That's true. " expression.
"Alas, my heirs are always so protective of me...Sesala...I don't know what happened to Hill...Besides, no matter how many traitors we kill here with just the two of us, in the end we don't think of a solution. If you contact the other party's commander and enter the headquarters to obtain all the battlefield information, you will definitely not be able to influence the outcome of the entire battle. War needs heroes, but the battle situation is composed of more mortals." "Okay, even if we contact each other. Now that we're with them, what happens next, sir?" The pharmacist remained calm. After all, the Destiny Steel's infirmary, cafeteria, and various gatherings are quite training. "How do you plan to convince the commander on the other side that you are here to help them? Instead of Abaddon’s accomplices to trick them into surrendering?”
The Thirteenth Primarch hesitated slightly. "I have myself and some ancient codes and permissions that should prove my identity."
"What level?" Hong Suo asked.
"Of course it is at the Primarch level! It should theoretically be able to take over any army based on a sub-sector or sector fleet!"
"Sounds good, but my lord, this is a mortal army nine thousand years in the future. They will listen to you as if they were listening to a myth and legend," the Warsmith commented fairly, "If there were more Astartes from some Chapter here. Some, especially if you have more heirs, then your authority and code may have a greater effect, because the inheritance from your cousins or the blood of several good uncles is purer and less sensitive to the sudden appearance of genetic elements. The body is more receptive. It's just that we are in a war zone where unfortunately the Adeptus Astartes are mostly made up of the Dark Angels, Space Wolves, Black Templars and a few from various wounded and lost Chapters - we don't even I know there are other members of the war group mixed in, maybe even Alpha.”
"Leon has always been a respectable brother, and Russ... Russ at least has impeccable loyalty, and presumably his children will be the same. It shouldn't be enough to reject friendly forces, right? As for Dorn, as a guard of Terra, he Not to mention the integrity, reliability and strategic ability of the heirs..."
The Iron Warrior Potion Master looked at Guilliman quietly, and at the same time reached out and patted the ceramite shoulder armor of the unconscious Marshal Almarich beside them.
Guilliman's self-confidence was dampened: things have changed, and it is indeed inappropriate for him to apply the impression he had of his brothers and Astartes nine thousand years ago to the present. The strange situations he has witnessed during these days have begun to teach him that any current affairs cannot be conceived in terms of "their reasoning and rationality".
"...Well, don't you want to tell me that because of the passage of nine thousand years, the mortal army of the Empire can already ignore the mobilization authority of a Primarch? I am Guilliman, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the ultimate The Primarch of the Warrior Legion, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, there will also be a seat at the banquet for me in the royal court of Terra.”
"Of course not, I have no intention of questioning your identity and honor," the Potion Master lowered his head respectfully, "But we do not have a 'loyal' Primarch recognized by the Empire, the State Church, the Inquisition and other authoritative institutions. "My lord."
Guilliman wrinkled his forehead covered with scriptures, "The Primarch itself is a miracle, Honso, maybe you have been with Perturabo long enough that you don't have much surprise and awe when you see me. , but more often than not, not everyone can face such miracles as me and my brothers. As long as I walk in, call them together, remove my illusion camouflage in public, reveal my true face, and declare to take over the defense of this place... …”
"Then you'll be thought of as a legitimate Archdemon, a Chaos Archmancer disguised as an impostor, or an ambitious conspirator seeking to overthrow the Imperium, or all of them. I bet the Inquisition's Rebellion Order has nothing to do with it. The members of the Order of the Hammer will not listen to you at all. They will take out their guns and shoot at you first. Oh, you see, it suddenly occurred to me that this is a solution, as long as you are here to shoot everyone. If someone declares his intention to establish a second empire, a large number of Imperial Inquisition fleets and their lackeys may suddenly appear from somewhere, with the purpose of annihilating traitors like you and me. Maybe they can drive away Abaddon's fleet as well. But this is a bit Ficadian. I think it might not be enough for them to throw an extermination order here."
"...What second...is it talking about an empire! It doesn't exist! How could I have such thoughts when I know that my father is still alive?! It's ridiculous!! Watch your words! Honso! Also, the Inquisition will Would such a ridiculous and tragic thing really happen if you ignore friendly forces but only serve your own paranoid purposes? ”
"According to my experience in the imperial world where I led troops to rob..., the chance of this kind of thing happening is not even less than 50%. The biggest difference is whether the person who dropped the extermination order is the Rebellion Order or the Holy Hammer. Order or Adeptus Mechanicus - Why don't you try this? I think it's a good idea. Don't worry, since it's a fragment formed by the overlap of reality and subspace, I have a way to take you with me when the Extermination Order is dropped. If we run away, there is nothing we can do about the Indomitable and the people on it..."
"Then this method..." The Thirteenth Primarch hesitated for 0.1 seconds, "...don't mention it again until you are really desperate."
A polite but slightly approving smile appeared on the Potion Master's face, "Okay, sir, I will record it."
"We can't wait any longer." Guilliman looked around and judged, "More and more members of the Black Legion are landing here or marching towards it. They will advance outside the walls of the fortress itself. We will bring them with us." With so many black temples standing still here, this half-bastion will lose its defensive value when the number of people besieging the city reaches a certain level."
"That's right, sir, I saw that the local defenders above have begun to retreat back to the outer wall of the fortress in an orderly manner under the organization of the officers. They are well-trained."
"The quality of the local defenders here is the most normal behavior I have seen in many days, which is really comforting. There are still logical people in this crazy hell dream."
"So these sons of Dorne..."
Guilliman's thoughtful words, which some clever women can't make without rice, were interrupted by the sudden visitors. The two people's keen hearing could distinguish the tracks and tracks of the large Astartes-specific vehicles from the artillery fire, shooting and various noises. The special sound of the engine: there is a very mechanized Astartes force heading straight towards them.
"Dark Angel?"
"Unlikely, my lord. They never left their crashed cruiser."
"Space Wolves?"
"It's hard to say."
Robert Redglow Guilliman sighed and took up his greataxe again.
Hong Suo's face with a polite fake smile showed a look of genuine surprise for the next second.
(End of chapter)