Chapter 65 Alan Bayer, the "greenskin" leader of the fourth regiment
Since things got better, the staff officer rarely had any free time. Now, he was having dinner with his second lieutenant, but now he was a lieutenant colonel.
When the butter was frying in the pan, it made a sizzling sound and the aroma came out. No one noticed that time had passed and it was hard to imagine that Danzi, a recruit at that time, was now a regiment-level cadre.
The staff officer used scissors to cut off the fat from the Glocks steak, and cooked it with butter and black pepper until it was about 70% cooked.
Alan Bair looked at this place. It was a nice place to live. It was full of sunshine and had green plants, but it was not as big and wasteful as other noble mansions. The staff officer said that he was not used to the beautiful architectural style of the empire, so he stayed on the upper floor. Made this cabin.
He and his soldiers built it with their own hands. Even though there were many places that were not perfect, such as the crooked pillars, Alan Bayer had to comment that the staff's home was more cozy than the Planetary Governor's Castle.
Alan Bair saw the steak being served with lemon on top, and he couldn't help but sigh. "I thought that with your status, you shouldn't cook by yourself."
He cut into a small piece of juicy steak and chewed it gently. The soft and tender meat was sent by countless people in the empire. It was transported through subspace and grew up in an agricultural world. It was born. The earth may be hundreds or thousands of light years away from here...
The staff officer didn't answer anything. He just put his dinner next to him, leaned on the wooden dining table and started writing on vellum.
Alan Bair swallowed the meat and asked. "Astra Militarum standard format, A4? What do you write?"
The staff officer replied. "My Discharge Application Form."
Alan Beyer asked. "Are you leaving?" He put down the tableware gently. He had always had complicated feelings for this man who was both a teacher and a friend.
The staff officer shook his head. "I still have a long time to serve. I'm just used to writing documents, but I do plan to retire early. I plan to travel around the galaxy for the rest of my life, maybe as a rogue trader, or maybe just walking around."
"My first stop is Valhalla, then Holy Terra..."
The staff officer placed himself in an infinite fantasy, but Alan Bayer said. "Stop writing, it's really unlucky. Didn't you know that people who write such things in literary and artistic works will die dramatically?"
"This is called foreshadowing, which is to hint at the fate of the character to the audience. It is a very classic technique."
The staff officer waved his hand. "What is the fate of life? It's just like war. There are only suddenness and accidents. I don't think there was any "foreshadowing" when Lieutenant Colonel Avada left, soldier."
The staff officer made the "" sign, which is the gesture of bending the index and middle fingers next to the cheek to satirize someone's whims...
"There will be no war, at least not for this period of time. The captain is helping us check and patrol Mandeville Point, do you understand?"
"Unless the enemy can travel without using subspace, it is impossible for us not to detect the enemy. Even if the enemy reaches our orbit, the firepower of a Moon-class cruiser is definitely enough."
The staff officer was an old general on the stage, but Alan Bayer could not deny that there is no so-called foreshadowing in life, everything is unexpected and stupid.
He cut his own steak and chewed it tastelessly, because there are too many people who can come to this world without going through the warp, Necron, Eldar webway, Greenskin jump...
They finished dinner, drank tea, walked on the upper floor to eat, and walked in the garden. At this moment, they had to mention that the starry sky in this world was very beautiful, with many stars. It was even more beautiful when there was no zenith on the upper floor.
Pterodactyl-like creatures flew over the forest in the distance from time to time. The decaying sea of ​​vegetation and the hot and humid air gave this place a feeling like another world.
Whenever Alan Bayer thought that he had saved this world, he would be even more impressed by her beauty.
But the current situation is that the two senior officials can only have some free time at night. During the day, they have the training of new recruits and the handover of materials from other worlds. It is a good thing to be busy, but they are all made of corpses and blood, so naturally they will feel that boring.
But they hope even more that they can die of boredom, because peace is more precious than war, and it shines like a gem in this dark universe.
The staff officer looked at the sky and asked suddenly. "That star shines so brightly, does it feel a bit unnatural?"
Alan Bayer looked in that direction and saw two stars, one big and one small, shining at each other constantly, as if they were chatting, which made people feel very romantic.
But such a thing can only be considered romantic if seen within the atmosphere, because the shining lights are not the so-called stars, but the mutual reflections of the moon-class cruiser Bordeaux and the Ghost of Destruction.
When countless light spears, large-scale melts, and even more exaggerated things shone in the endless dark void under the weak light of stars, the captain of the Bordero moon-class cruiser stood on the bridge and looked at the terrifying heretic battleship. The ship's database (a pile of parchments) found the name of the battleship almost as quickly as possible (about two hours).
The captain quickly understood that what was more terrifying was not the huge size and dark appearance of the battleship, but its master, the Blackheart King, the Space Marine traitor, Huron.
The gleam of the void shield illuminated the imperial steel that made the battleship, and the space of tens to hundreds of kilometers was illuminated brightly. However, the side light spear of the moon-class cruiser did not pose a great threat to the opposite side.
If Huron hadn't needed the Mechanical Sage, the entire firepower of the 7-kilometer-long Ghost of Destruction might have destroyed the entire moon level in just an instant.
But the captain of the Bordeaux was very smart. He deliberately let the Mechanicus warship surround him. He instantly noticed that the enemy cared about it. However, the greed of the Mechanicus STC was undoubtedly the traitor of the empire. common ground.
Grizza Darax, the data craftsman of the Mechanical Sage, appeared on the communication screen. Her almost emotionless words revealed her hatred of Chaos, and her servo skull hated those things.
"Captain, thank you for your support. The light of Ohm's Messiah shines, but the machine soul of my battleship is trembling. The heretic's attack forced me to overload my reactor. The battleship is now unable to travel at sub-light speed."
This is not good news, the captain nodded, saluted, turned off the monitor, and then calmly shouted to the others.
"Continue to shoot, the Astropath sends a signal to the bottom, requesting the preparation of orbital artillery support. We fight and retreat, preparing to reach the ground orbital level."
There is no doubt about the captain's combat effectiveness. Even using the Adeptus Mechanicus warship as a cover is still a smart choice. However, he seems to have forgotten one thing, and that is that the world of Gondvar VI in the Gondvar sub-sector does not have the anti-orbital firepower of TM. .
When such news fell to the ground command center, intermittent sounds came from Alan Bayer's radio.
After giving a rough report of the situation in the void, Alan Bayer looked livid because he only heard the words "orbital support". What orbital support did he use? Use TM's laser gun?
The staff officer also showed a bitter expression, while Alan Bayer just thought about it for a long time and pressed the radio. "Answer him, it will take another 3 hours for orbital support to be ready!"
the staff officer asked. "Where did you get the weapons?"
All Alan Beyer could say. "The immortal has his own clever plan."
When this information returned to the void, the void shield of the Moon-class cruiser was paralyzed. The battleship about five kilometers away was severely hit, with a lot of lightning flashing out, and the loss of personnel was also quite terrible, but the captain remained calm. Slowly approaching the direction of the world.
In the absence of sublight speed, they can only be beaten constantly, and they must not close the distance between the enemy and ourselves, otherwise they will face the most terrifying gang-hopping war in the world.
He has done all he can and all that remains is to pray to the Emperor...
At this moment, in the ship of the Ghost of Destruction, the Black-Hearted King was chatting with his subspace pet Hamadria. The twisted and terrifying thing stood on his shoulders, like a pirate from the ancient Terra era.
"They are going to die, but I like the way the cannon fires and destroys them even more."
Huron caressed his pet's chin, if that were the chin...
But this leisurely mood cannot last for long. During the long period of time, the dimensional blacksmith, Armenius Vartex, is reporting to his master that his vocal cords seem to have been greatly damaged, and now he can only rely on implants. To keep your voice coming out normally.
"My Lord, the enemy is approaching the orbit of a world, and we may face orbital defense forces."
The Black-Hearted King looked at the turquoise gem in the distance. "They are going to land, aren't they? Landing in the endless void war will only burn the flames of war into the port. Death in the void is obviously more gentle."
Armenius Vartex nodded. He did not dare to disobey his master too much, but he still answered.
"The enemy may not have much orbital defense force. It seems to be a garden world. We can land directly at the star port of the enemy's capital and crush those mortals with the power of countless war brothers."
The Black Heart King thought for a moment, and his superhuman thoughts came up with many ideas in an instant. For example, the enemy might have quite powerful firepower, but he could not give up this idea and approach the enemy's core area directly.
"Valtex, follow your plan. I won't restrict you too much. I believe that any brother who follows me is strong and wise. I can hand over the war to you."
"But remember, don't let me down, Valtex!"
Valtex knelt down on one knee and paid serious respect to his master. Then the Black Heart King also withdrew from the command point and handed over the next steps to his capable generals.
Many commanders do not have such courage and determination. There is no doubt that Huron can be so successful in the maelstrom where heroes gather, and there must be something special about him. Mere brutality cannot stand.
Soon the Rune Blacksmith demonstrated his terrifying abilities. Countless data streams were connected to his mind, and all firepower and shields became his own game.
But this cannot improve the overall firepower and shield capabilities, but improves the performance of the Destruction Ghost. Linking the machine soul also consumes a lot of rune blacksmiths. Under such circumstances, the Destruction Ghost is like a sheepdog driving sheep. , bringing the battlefield closer to the orbit of the planet step by step.
Three hours of battleship battle is just an instant, but the shield of the Moon-class cruiser has long been paralyzed, and the powerful composite metal cannot withstand the continuous bombardment.
Today's moon-class cruiser is like a whale or something that was half eaten by sharks in the ocean. Its body is in tatters and dragging a large amount of scrap iron towards the orbit.
Among the large number of lost ship hulls, there were tens of thousands of loyal Imperial Navy ships, and cold corpses and iron were floating in the void.
At this moment, the mechanical sage's data actually read a hint of sadness, but she was not feeling uncomfortable because of the death of the imperial soldiers, but because she felt the wail of the machine soul of the Moon-class cruiser.
In comparison, the death of tens of thousands of people can ensure the safety of STC, which is definitely worth it, but the loss of the cruiser makes the mechanical sage heartbroken!
The captain looked at the green garden world below, feeling even more impatient. As long as two more salvos were fired, the structure of the warship would completely collapse.
The Ghost of Destruction will not wait. The former Claws of the Stars, now the Blood Red Pirates, fired their ruthless spears of light. In just a moment, hundreds of people and hundreds of millions of kilograms of iron were instantly dispersed into the void.
yelled the Bordero's chief astropath. "More than 50% of the battleship has been lost, and the light spear battle column can no longer be activated!"
In contrast, the Doomwraith's shields were still gleaming, and this was probably how the desperate battle was.
When the evil battleship gathered terrifying energy again, the captain shouted into the communicator. "Everyone, leave the transport ship and enter the planet's orbit. We need to leave and continue working for the empire, but the Bordero will live forever!"
Then he turned off his communicator, or all communication equipment on the bridge, and just stared silently at the terrifying Chaos Space Marine flagship in the distance.
The captain of the empire, with the ship and people present, turned on full power, and the remaining half of the ship drove the sublight engine at the fastest speed, preparing to die with the traitors!
But a moment later, a huge shell shot upward from the surface of the world. Was it an anti-orbital gun?
Dozens of violent impacts hit the Ghost of Destruction, which had not paid attention to the planet's orbital attack. The powerful energy instantly overloaded the Ghost of Destruction's shield. The Rune Blacksmith hurriedly started the engine and left the orbit of this world...
On the surface, Alan Bair stood among a cannon made of a lot of garbage, shouting like an orc. "I'm NB, I'm the strongest!"
The Astra Militarum in the fourth row had just completed the task of rescuing the green-skinned garbage cannon from the melting field, and they looked at their leader's "performance art" in bewilderment.
There are also terrifying war machines that are constantly roaring.
the bold recruit approached the staff officer and asked. "How long have you had this symptom, Captain?"
The staff officer rubbed his chin. "Maybe he became green-skinned?" (End of Chapter)