Chapter 46 The Three Stooges
In the tavern, three officers have already taken the initiative. They are all people who are loyal to the empire. Naturally they do not agree with this plan, but there is really no better way than this plan, unless a miracle happens.
The staff officer knocked on the table in a daze, which made the bar owner feel distressed. Each of them had a portion of the blue Blue Bay Ice, and that was all they could do while eating ice cream and drinking.
"I have killed orcs, many. You have no idea what their blood tastes like. It seems to have been fermented. I have seen comrades leave and new people come in. Except, except for retreat, it is not in my dictionary."
Alan Bayer suddenly said. "Didn't you also fake the instructions? It says retreat!"
The staff officer puffed up his mouth, tilted it, and put it against Alan Bair's ear. "What's that? Compared to this, do you prefer the female officer or the Mechanicus?"
Alan Bayer's cheeks turned red. "That's enough, it has nothing to do with this."
The staff officer shook his head. "If it matters, you can take one person away, and she will leave with you, because you are an uncarved jade and a piece of shining gold. You should have privileges and can do things that others dare not think of. ”
Alan Beyer replied. "I will take John with me. He will help me clean up the chores, manage the soldiers, and play cards with me."
The staff officer cast a strange look, then protected his chest.
Lieutenant Colonel Avada laughed. "I look down on you, gentle people, but you are pretty good!"
Alan Bayer shouted with the strength of the drink. "Plan carefully and save the people. That's what you think. And now I am as energetic, aggressive and powerful as this planet, but my bosses are a bunch of wastes who are greedy for life and afraid of death."
"They accomplish nothing but backstab their own people. Look what they can do, kill orcs? Or fight grunts!"
"And I am still alive because I never miss a good opportunity!"
The staff officer echoed. "I have climbed snowfields and seen the sea, but my homeland has nothing. I love beautiful things very much. This kind of character may be inherited from my late parents."
"I used to have complicated studies and many things to do, but I will not disappoint anyone! I graduated with distinction and am now in a high position."
"Until I met you, you unlucky guy who lost my Chimera! Now take responsibility, soldier, and think of a way, I don't want another retreat on my resume!"
Commander Catachan yawned. "This fresh water makes me dizzy. It's something that doesn't exist on Catachan. It makes me addicted and disgusted. What do you think?"
"I have smelled the smoke of the cultist system, and it smells a bit like this. It made me feel dizzy until I ripped open their necks and told them that the empire does not tolerate traitors!"
"I've killed greenskins, Eldar, pirates, traitors and things I don't recognize. Now I'm willing to do justice, because there are too many enemies."
The three people shouted in unison. "We can't do it?"
At this moment, the tavern was quiet again. The three people had finished venting, and there was a deathly silence, with only the sound of gurgling swallows.
Alan Bair suddenly asked. "The Inquisition already knows?"
Lieutenant Colonel Avada answered. "No, only the navy knows to retreat."
Alan Beyer replied. "I have an idea..."
They were unscrupulous and arrogant, discussing extremely secret matters, but the deal was already done.
"This world has existed until now because there is no boss, a boss who rules everything. In other words, the greenskins here are actually not strong. The previous PDFs could be defeated time and time again. The problem is that One-Eye came and he became the boss here. King.”
"If we can kill One-Eye, the orcs will become a piece of scattered sand again, and the officers will leave, we will be the ones with the highest command, the soldiers will still be there, and the supplies will be full."
"Why not give it a try!"
The counselor swallowed his drink. "You are really a lunatic. I will not agree. If it were normal times, this would be rebellion and seeking death."
Alan Beyer replied. "I am a dead person, so I am not afraid."
The staff officer smiled bitterly. "What do you mean, are you saying that you are the same as a living saint who came back from the dead?"
Alan Beyer was drunk. "Yes, I am!"
Lieutenant Colonel Catachan couldn't help but laugh. "Hahaha!"
The staff officer and he spoke at the same time. "What do you want to do, Lieutenant?"
Alan Baier put down his wine glass. He was no longer drunk. Instead, he was very clear. Light burst out from his eyes. The staff officers and the lieutenant colonel couldn't help but look sideways. He was a piece of pure gold, and there were still many treasures in it that had not yet been found. ?
Alan Bayer's lips were chapped, and he licked them.
"When the green skins enter the city, One-Eye will definitely come in as well. We hide in the messy city pipes, pounce on One-Eye, and smash his green head. If the boss dies, the other orcs will be disrupted."
"As long as you protect the lower levels, the orcs will start fighting among themselves, splitting, and fighting within a week, and turn into those primitive, pitiful, and savage monsters again."
"At that time, we already had the power. The Astra Militarum left with weapons, took back the city, cleaned up the orcs, and made the world stable for a hundred years!"
"Even though I have a narrow escape, even though the chance is slim, I want to try this idea instead of drinking here."
The staff officer cursed for the first time. "You're a lunatic, sir, I'm in."
"You are a crazy guy. I don't hate you. Although you are young and have far less experience, I will believe you."
Commander Catachan Avada laughed. "You must have been a Catachan in your last life, with a crazy mind and disorderly actions, but I will support you. I will not be in Catachan when you attack the orc orbit. I will lurk in the forest of the hive with you, giving The enemy's fatal blow."
The three people hit it off immediately. They shook hands with each other, prayed to the double-headed eagle to protect them, and prayed that the emperor could respond to them. Rather than huddle in the relic room and wait for a miracle, they preferred to fight for themselves, relying on strength, faith, and black powder.
Although most of them were talking nonsense due to the influence of alcohol, they were still speaking from the bottom of their hearts. At this moment, the flame of hope was slowly burning.
It was like lighting a candle in a dark metal room, and now they could see something, and boy, was it something beautiful, but death, a dark and desperate death.
Nowadays they use candles to light anything that can be lit, hoping that the temperature will be high enough to burn away the iron wall.
But will they die of suffocation due to lack of oxygen, or will their ridiculous actions burn down the iron in the house, revealing a glimmer of light, allowing air to enter, and saving all living beings.
No one can judge this. Only the most desperate moment can tell the result. Now they can only believe that they are different. But this is not a game with rules. Who can finally see the light again?
(End of chapter)