Chapter 72 The awareness of the Ministry of Military Affairs
"These men commit themselves to me, and they will be my best warriors. Like clay I will shape them and forge them in the furnace of war."
"They will have a will of steel and a muscle of iron. I will clothe them in great armor and arm them with the mightiest guns. They will be untouched by pestilence or disease, and no disease will wither them. .”
"They will possess tactics, strategies, and machinery so that no enemy can defeat them in battle. They are my bulwark against terror. They are the defenders of humanity. They are my Space Marines, and they will know no fear."
——Lord of Humanity
The mist-like white smoke rising in the atmosphere of Gondwa VI was not a natural phenomenon, but the traces of burning white phosphorus. The pungent smell and the engineering shovel in the second lieutenant's hand turned over the traitors like stir-fried vegetables.
White phosphorus cannot destroy those powerful alloys of the 40k era, but it is of great use to the mutated flesh of Space Marines. A black substance similar to carapace or chitin sheets is born on the skin of Space Marines to connect the fiber bundles of the power armor, making it The movements are agile and like one body.
This feeling of being one is literal. Without the help of the Mechanicus and the Astartes Fortress Monastery, it would be impossible to take off those things.
Ordinary fire has very little effect on the strong muscles of the Astartes, so white phosphorus is the best fuel. It is cheap, plentiful, and will not damage the ceramite layer.
The second lieutenant grimaced, covered his nose, and used his hands to repeatedly stir up some of the Space Marines that were not properly heated, and then calmly buried his burning shovel head with soil.
The burnt brown earth, the smell of Space Marine flesh, mutation, decay, and white phosphorus permeated this damn place.
"Vomit..." The lieutenant's eyes were rolling in his eyes. Three or four thin cotton swabs were inserted into his throat, stirring it up, and the desire to vomit never ceased.
He would rather live in the bathroom, at least there would be no smell as long as it was cleaned, but this?
God Emperor, please find another way to punish him!
When the ensign looked at those burning giants, he couldn't help but think that the Space Marines might not be as powerful as he had imagined.
"Alas~"
"Is this all the Emperor's Angels? The Empire is really hopeless..."
The second lieutenant sighed and covered his mouth and nose with his clothes. He didn't want to go near it for the time being...
But his exclamation was answered. "Of course, the Empire is indeed hopeless, but the Space Marines are definitely not useless"
Of course, when a person focuses on one thing, he will lack the ability to observe the people around him, and his unfaithful words will also be heard by his biggest boss.
When he noticed, Alan Bayer came here without knowing when, he immediately stood up and bowed, with cold sweat covering his face because he had just sat down and was lazy.
Alan Bair looked at the burning pit of white phosphorus and waved his hand. "Okay, stop saluting, recruit."
"Can't you stand this? The smell of rotting corpses and the body odor of the green-skinned orcs during the previous green-skinned wars is much stronger than this."
The lieutenant sat down tiredly on the wet ground of the rain forest. "Oh my God, Emperor, Lieutenant Colonel, I really don't know how to describe it. Is this the smell of death and war?"
Alan Bair shook his head. "This is just the smell of burning corpses and white phosphorus. You haven't really seen the battlefield yet."
The ensign didn't understand. "Isn't it the war we fought before, between these traitors and us?"
Alan Bair said as he looked at the burning pit. "An enemy without tactical organization is not a war. No matter how powerful the command, cooperation, or weapons are, they are useless if they cannot be effective where they belong."
"That's what this group of giants is like. They have strong physical strength, power armor, explosive bombs, and chain swords, but they don't cover or cooperate with each other. They are just a group of thugs with amazing equipment."
"The sharp blade of a Space Marine is always tactics, and its essential combat effectiveness is secondary. However, it is easy for people to put the cart before the horse and develop irreversible worship of their power."
"In this dark universe, personal power and personal heroism are destined to not go far."
The second lieutenant listened in fascination, and then asked a question with some confusion. "Lieutenant Colonel, why are you telling me this?"
Alan Bayer rubbed the rustling beard on his chin. "Because... I have to pretend to be smart in front of others in order to convince them, is that okay?"
The second lieutenant nodded. Neither of them were fools. It was obvious that Alan Bayer wanted to guide this talented second lieutenant, but was unable to speak. The second lieutenant could also understand this feeling, and they both chose silence at the same time.
At the end of this dark forty thousand years, in the last few decades, all the chaos and terror will arise. In contrast, the second lieutenant is more worried about whether he can live long enough to use the lieutenant colonel's advice.
In his hometown, few people lived past 30, or even 20, and he never thought that he could come under the sun. He should have died, but the empire and the emperor needed him, so he lingered on.
In contrast, although he felt that the Lieutenant Colonel was an absolute hero, he could not understand why he valued himself so highly.
But Alan Bayer, as someone who has experienced it, naturally knows that they are very similar. This second lieutenant has a great future.
The two of them looked at the burned white phosphorus and moved forward to open up the corpses. The transformed abdomen, stomach, heart, thickened bones and traces of mental transformation were all left. Although it was pitch black, they could still see it. What a complete change they had undergone.
The Space Marine is such a thing, the Emperor's blade, the Empire's honor, and the production of thousands of people can create a killing machine.
The ensign couldn't help but lament that if they served the Empire, God knows how many aliens and heretics would die from bolters and chainsaws.
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer said. "Don't be sad, they are traitors. They killed three thousand of our brothers, their former compatriots."
Then he picked out a skull from the pit, with horns sprouting out from it, and the mouth was no longer human-like. "Don't you think that this thing is your compatriot?"
The second lieutenant's face was frozen. This terrifying appearance was exactly the same as the mutants in the hive. Is this the so-called Space Marine?
Alan Bair continued. "When they leave the Emperor's light and step into the darkness of the dark side of the universe, they are doomed to tragedy."
"Those evil gods and weird beliefs will destroy them. They are like food on a spider web, injected with venom, slowly turning into the most delicious meal, but they are still sleeping in a bed made of spider silk, feeling good."
"Evil and heretical cannibals do not spit out bones. Always remember that in this dark universe, the Emperor is the only sun."
"Now, go make me what I need, Lieutenant!"
The ensign saluted, nodded fiercely, and ran to the place where the Chimera was stagnant, and then the engineering troops began to move and weld the remains of the Astartes armor.
Things are proceeding in an orderly manner, and in the void, the world is not stagnant. The military department in the Pangia sub-sector and the satellite on the agricultural world close to the maelstrom are by no means peaceful places.
Lieutenant General Makato Katowice, commander of the 1st Armored Regiment of the Astra Militarum Pangia, commander of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Lornegar Gray, and commander-in-chief of the 3rd Army of the Pangia Subsector, was reprimanding him in his tactical department office. A certain former major general retreating on Gondwa VI.
"You left your own troops and the world you protected. If your family hadn't been prominent and you had taken away most of the imperial officials, I should have shot you. In comparison, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer and that... what-not staff officer had nothing to do with it. The interpretation of responsibility is called loyalty.”
"Former Major General Nico Nirom, speaking of which, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair was the one who entered the Astra Militarum through your application, so he can be considered as making up for his fault."
Nilomu's face was ashen. Although his family was prominent and no one in the sub-sector would blame him for his real crime, he could not escape the crime. Now the nobles in the entire sector looked at him coldly.
Just leaving the war zone doesn't really matter, but if the soldiers who stayed behind unexpectedly won a war that the commander judged to be irreversible, the situation changed. This was no longer a disqualification, but a deserter!
The culture of worshiping force in the empire has a history of thousands of years. Now that Nilomu has brought shame to the family, he has become the target of public criticism.
He sighed.
"I understand, sir, I sign..."
He drew a dragon-flying Gothic signature on the vellum, which meant that he, on behalf of his family, would provide the Astra Militarum with 30% of all products in its domain as support for maintaining the Holy War of the Empire.
It also means that the huge family that ruled several worlds has reached the end of its destiny. In fact, Nilomu is already satisfied. According to his behavior, it is normal even if the Inquisition comes to visit.
He can definitely be suspected of communicating with the green-skinned aliens and want to deliver the imperial world to the aliens.
When Nilom left, the Lieutenant General looked at the brown paper and put it away cherishedly. Then he smiled and turned on his communicator. "In the evening, prepare Golo steaks and good Bar wine. I want to get drunk and then rest!"
But he is not an ungrateful person. His lucky star is still in the forest world.
He switches channels. "I am the director of the Ministry of Finance. I, Lieutenant General Marcato, have received extra supplies during this period. I will send a batch of those goods to the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment."
"What? You can't find that group? It was newly built recently?"
"Remember you owe me 30 kilograms of alloy? Now take a closer look at those kraft papers of yours, hurry up!"
"Found it? That's good, send it over now, don't waste a few years!"
"What? Psychic silence, two months already? Warp issues?"
"Fart, I just came from that world two months ago!"
The lieutenant general hung up the phone, and these rubbish officials knew how to delay. He was usually known for his good temper, but now he was so angry. How could there be such an unexpected subspace storm?
Unless…
The lieutenant general frowned. The empire was vast and it was normal for something like this to happen, but it was too outrageous for something to happen to him as soon as he stepped forward!
He picked up the communicator. "I have something to do, don't prepare the wine."
"Has the Golo steak been cooked? Give it to the pets at home, I have to get on the boat."
"Remember not to let the servants at home stop working. Last time they took a three-minute break and I lost a lot."
He adjusts the channel. "Is it the Finance Department? It's me again, Lieutenant General Makato, stop messing with those psychic things, give me the supplies, and I will take the fleet to deliver them."
"Get the things to the port. Stop messing with those psychic communications every day. Now let me expedite this matter!"
After hanging up the communicator, Marcato rubbed his temples. Although there are often problems with psychic astrology in the empire, as a senior official of the Astra Militarum, he has experienced life and death.
Of course, there are many people with prominent family backgrounds who have climbed up the ranks, but Makato’s hometown is not the powerful nobles of the ancient fortress world, but the knight family of the primitive world. Because he is the 11th oldest in the family, he was admitted to the Astra Militarum as the 11th tax. It's been almost 20 years now.
He is obviously not one of those guys who are in the right position. It is better to say that he feels things very accurately, which has also allowed him to survive time and time again and reach the height he is today.
Makato put on a cloak representing one of the lords, marked with the military rank of the empire, and the double-headed eagle emblem shone brightly. He walked through the corridor of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and people looked sideways and saluted. This was the majesty of the Imperial Lieutenant General, and it also impressed everyone in the sub-sector. For the first time, the Finance Department became interested in the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.
The person responsible for this matter, the commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, was now watching his men repair the car.
When the ensign lay on the Chimera's gun barrel and used a welder to cut open the Chimera's firing point, the electrical engineering full of hive city atmosphere was revealed.
In order to facilitate the processing of Chimera by the Mechanicum in other forging worlds, Chimera, as the chassis of most war engine shrines in the empire, has quite good modular capabilities.
But the second lieutenant didn't know. He didn't even know how to dismantle the gun barrel. He could only use a welder and cutter to remove it, and then welded the hot-melt muzzle for urban defense on.
As for launch?
Well, the second lieutenant is not color blind. He knows very well that just connect the lines corresponding to the colors as usual, blue to blue, red to red.
well? Why is there an extra one?
The second lieutenant thought for a while and immediately understood that many devices would have extra lines as backup, that must be the case!
But he did have a good idea, but the problem is that the heat dissipation required by the melt is maintained by two devices. The Chimera's explosive turret only needs one. Now the problem is also very simple. The energy coefficient of the melt is much higher than that of the explosive. If you shoot too much, you might explode...
But as the green-skinned boss, Alan Bair thought that this thing could be used, so he started directly and fired at the forest.
The unique sizzling sound of the hot melt and the buzzing sound produced by the promethium generator covered up the abnormal sound caused by poor heat dissipation. The violent hot melt light exploded. In the eyes of normal people, today's Chimera has transformed into a A true anti-vehicle weapon.
Most people didn't realize how big a problem it was to convert a vehicle into a turret. At least the technical sages were so angry that they fainted and then lit incense and chanted sutras to the Chimera to appease its burning machine soul.
Alan Bair stepped off the Chimera and patted its thick armor. "Well done, Lieutenant, have you considered going to the Engineering Corps to do armored vehicle maintenance?"
After saying this, the 13 Chimera armored vehicles here all swayed slightly, but the rainforest soil was soft and probably dented a little.
The ensign shook his head. "Soldiers of the empire exist to kill heretics face to face. Lieutenant Colonel, it is already a great honor for you to let me hitch a ride on the Chimera!"
Alan Bair nodded. The transformation of the first and second rows is almost completed now, because the core heat dissipation and energy have not been changed, only the body and overload have been changed. According to the Chimera's character of stabilizing the soul of the machine, the start-up has been completed in an orderly manner.
Two terrifying war engine shrines were running in the open space, crushing and smashing the Aerial Space Marine armor that served as targets.
Today, the 4th Cadiz Infantry Regiment finally has armored strength!
Probably...I think this thing can be opened
(End of chapter)