Chapter 74 Ferns Can Talk
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Ministry of Military Affairs Document 8712/AM/D09——
Astra Militarum Operations Report
Corresponding number: OR-62750735629
To: Supreme Commander of the Gondwa Sub-sector Army
Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department
Office of the Supreme Commander of the Extreme Star Territory
Tactical Logistics Support Department
From: Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, the officer commanding the defense of the world of Gondvar
Topic: Latest Briefing on the Gondeva World Defense Plan
Attachments and Quotes:
Gondwa Reference Picture
Report on the breakdown and distribution of Gondwa interstellar defense forces
Final Casualty Report of Worldwide Greenskin Cleanup
In the name of Mankind's Most Holy Emperor, (insert name here) Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, submit the following report on the defense of (insert name of relevant operation here) Gondwa Sub-Sector.
According to my last official report, after successfully cleaning up the local Greenskin forces, Dagandeva VI was attacked by traitor forces. The Bordero moon-class strike cruiser was seriously damaged, and the battle was drawn into ground combat.
My headquarters and the newly deployed 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment have arrived at Gondwa VI, where the traitor forces have landed after emerging from the warp.
Gondwa VI's unusually active and fluctuating magnetic field makes scanning from orbiting sensors and communicating with the ground very difficult. In addition, dense jungle covers much of the planet's surface, making it nearly impossible to rely on visual reconnaissance. Therefore, the current existence of the heresy is The quantity is unknown.
Nonetheless, I have no doubt about the ability of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, despite being a relatively new regiment, to be up to the challenge. We are currently engaged in guerrilla warfare that relies on local terrain to consume the enemy's manpower.
You can refer to Documents 2 and 3 for details of current troop strength and casualty reports from the Karst Battle. In general, the 57th Catachan Regiment has completed the local greenskin cleanup.
But I would also like to draw your attention to Attachment No. 4. Although I have great confidence in the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, I have submitted a seventh request for armored support to the General Staff.
The Gondwa system has seen the Ork threat before, and has defeated the green-skinned aliens many times. I have no doubt that with the Emperor's blessing we will do the same thing again (see Reference Appendix 5 for details).
All of the Emperor's warriors, from me and my staff officers to those on the battlefield armed with the Emperor's Wrath, are ready to clear out the heretical threat from Gondvar VI and continue the divine work of removing them from this sub-world. Districts were expelled from imperial territory.
Our heroic Astra Militarum warriors are ready to face the enemy, prepared for the coming battle, and in good spirits.
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End of communication——
In the terrible Chaos Camp, Vincent is a servant of the gods, a servant of the Space Marines, and a believer in power. He is a mid-hive man in the hive, but now he can control the life and death of those noble nobles. His power over Chaos Showing more exciting desire than anyone else, he is extremely fascinated by the power of the Space Marines.
He has been included in the mortal force of this ground force for a long time. He is responsible for communications, a completely unnecessary position. Useless in this damn world. Useless for anything. The radio gifted by the gods is sending out Hoarse roar, psychic communication is also difficult to use due to the scarcity of psykers.
For God's sake, Vincent took off the cortex created by the disease on his body, because this damn world is full of humid air, irreversible skin diseases and unclean water sources that keep his body corrupting.
"Damn..." Vincent looked at the communicator, which was almost scrap metal. He had had enough of his work. The Space Marines had curled up since the last failure.
He needed human blood to satisfy his desires, and he needed sacrifices to the gods to heal his body.
But this world was always against him, making his body sick and dizzy. The high temperature and sultry heat in the forest could kill a person at just thirty degrees.
A thick voice sounded. It was his master, the Submissive, a Space Marine, a former member of the Star Claw, a man who only listened to the teachings of the Blackheart King.
"Mortal, have you received command from my Lord?"
Vincent dropped to one knee. "My lord, absolutely not. Lord Black Heart King's message cannot pass through the magnetic field. He only replied when Lord Weengar sent a message last time."
Then Vincent got punched so hard that he almost flew out and fell to the ground, his ribs almost broken, trying to break out of his body.
"Asshole, you are useless. Now go patrol the forest and give me the radio!"
Vincent lowered his head and picked up his laser gun. "Yes, my lord."
Such heartwarming interactions were common in this damn situation. The Space Marine poured out all the anger he had accumulated during Vengar's obedience training on his servants, and Vincent was useless because of his position. He often became The most unlucky bastard.
In green-skinned terms, it is the ugliest fart. Even a green-skinned person would want to punch it.
The lost Vincent dragged his fragile body to the core of the camp. He began to enter the formation, but his traitor brothers did not welcome anyone. They were like frightened birds, talking about how terrible this forest was.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" The noble soldier who was once the Astral Guard pointed his automatic gun at Vincent.
"I was sent by my master to join the patrol." Vincent raised his hands nervously to express that he had no intention of attacking, but he could still notice that these guys seemed to have not slept for several days and months.
How could the full patrol of about 400 people only have less than 160 people now? Because Vincent was often beaten, he was very accustomed to investigating details, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.
The noble lowered his gun. "Go patrol now, now!"
He pulled Vincent to join the team, and the entire patrol submerged into the forest, but almost instantly, Vincent felt uncomfortable the moment he entered it.
His bulletproof armor was dripping with sweat. Everyone was lying on the ground. They almost didn't dare to move, as if they would die. The hot and humid wind and thick rotten leaves in the forest were even more uncomfortable. They seemed to be pervasive in Vincent's clothes. , bringing its blood-sucking leeches and putrid substances that aggravate skin diseases into his fragile mortal skin.
"Why are you... this is near the camp!" Vincent went crazy. He believed that his brothers were crazy, but all he faced was the noble soldiers pressing his head down.
At that moment, Vincent saw something strange. It was a slit in the noble's gorgeous clothes. Connected to the skin, there was the empire's...double-headed eagle emblem!
Vincent's head almost short-circuited. He couldn't understand what was happening here, and could only follow the man indifferently. Why did he carry the symbol of the empire and be in a high position (for Vincent's high position).
There were too many changes today, and the wet itch brought by the forest made him miss his relatively dry job.
"380! Beam!" A sudden voice interrupted his thoughts. After a while, the team became restless. Aren't they a patrol? Why is it more like meat that has entered the wolf pack?
Vincent immediately raised his gun, only to see a thick overload beam streak across his cheek and hit the body of his comrade next to him. Blood moistened his cheek. It was the muscle breakdown caused by the huge overload. , the moistness of the soft tissue made him feel better, after all, it was still clean.
If he is not ill...
Vincent took a deep breath, his adrenaline was secreted, and he looked around, but the dark and scary forest seemed to have no enemies at all.
Where did the beam come from? Where is the enemy? Vincent felt like his throat was being strangled, tears were rolling in his eyes, crazy thoughts were floating in his head, he was going to die!
He didn't dare to shoot, fearing that his position would be exposed, and he didn't dare to face the enemy, fearing that they would kill him, but no matter how he escaped, he could not change the current situation.
He wanted to shout out and cry, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all. He just buried his head in the soil and listened to the whooshing sound of beams of light shooting at each other in the air.
The 160-man troop was reduced by more than half in just five minutes. Although Vincent did look forward to blood, it was not for his own people...
His arms were shaking, excitement, fear, all kinds of things were mixed together, hitting his heart. He could hear the voices of his teammates praying to the gods of chaos, but to no avail.
He could hear the forest uttering words, heretical, damned, maggot insults.
Vincent couldn't understand it at all, he just lay down, he just lay down...
When a plasma grenade exploded next to him, his entire body was lifted open, and the wet earth and the "coal" made by the buffer and plasma produced by deviating from the explosion point hit his face.
His mind was empty, and only a flash of light flashed, which was the shape of the noble soldier's amulet, and the silver light in his mind. He cried crazily.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, Emperor! Emperor!" He knelt on the ground, curled up his body, and worshiped devoutly to the existence he despised. Countless things flashed through his mind. Things beat him up, insulted him, and the Chaos Gods ignored him.
He cried, knelt down, and was pious, as if those terrible beings didn't notice him at all. When the bloody storm passed, there were only 6 people alive...
They looked at each other, and when Vincent saw the noble, he got up calmly and walked back to the camp with Vincent and the others.
Next Vincent saw Vengar, the powerful former Red Angel, kneeling on the altar, chanting the Chaos Prayer, pious and powerful.
He raised his head, with dark skin and huge body, he looked at Vincent and several other people who came back, and sighed.
"Dead again? You useless mortals! Aren't you just a few damn humans hiding in the forest?"
Veengar shook his head. "Now, you are responsible for organizing a new team. Remember, you must be more careful next time. There are six people this time, which is pretty good. I remember there were three people last time..."
Veengar gave the survivors considerable authority to command the mortal troops. Comparing his tears, his servants must have experienced bloody storms and crazy counterattacks, killing those damn empires when the number of enemies was far greater than his own. Guard.
Then back to camp after the harrowing experience of only a few people remaining, they were not losers.
That's right, Vincent is not a loser. He took the badge representing Veengar and pinned it on his chest. Now he can say goodbye to those damn things. When he realizes that his life has gotten better, he can't help but feel sad in his heart. Pleasant, but I also thought, who gave me my experience?
His worship of the Space Marines was shattered by the Imperial Guard's defenses, and what little faith he had left in the Chaos Gods was completely festered, like his skin.
Look at him now, hungry and thirsty, as timid as a mouse, accompanied by death, living without dignity, and weak, just as weak as when he was in the hive. Only today he has gained strength.
Vincent's skin became more itchy. He didn't understand why he suffered so much. The gods were like this, the Space Marines were like this, and his initial betrayal was only because his boss betrayed him. He didn't want to die. You have to join the chaos.
Those disgusting spells and damning prayers tainted his sanity. He had never seen the power of the Chaos Gods, but now he encountered the power of the Emperor...
This is also the problem of the Black Heart King. He consciously allows many forces of chaos to avoid his subordinates, but the corruption of ordinary people is by no means profound.
When those who were relatively pure and whose heads had not completely mutated were selected by their own kind, the situation completely changed.
The noble soldier pulled the people to another place. He never said a word, but the group of people followed him, because Vincent knew very well who gave him the itching now.
They walked in unison and came to a secluded place in the camp. This was a small church where people in this city once worshiped the emperor. The portrait of the divine emperor hung on the wall, and the smoky holy incense floated. Vincent Taking a deep breath, I felt that all the physical diseases were getting better.
There are already three people sitting here. Their bodies may not have much variation, but they all have one characteristic. On their chests is Weengar's "gift", a badge of dominance.
When they saw the newcomers arriving, they immediately laid out tufts, took out hymns, and kept emphasizing.
"We survived because of the protection of the Emperor. We had no communication with the Imperial Guards, but we survived."
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, we took detours before, but now we are recognized."
After hearing this, Vincent felt sad for some reason. He knelt on the ground and looked at the golden saint.
"My Lord..."
For the first time in this world, he felt warmth, expectation, and a sense of belonging. He had understood all the people's prayers and kneels to the emperor in the hive.
Vincent held his head and cried, curled up like a baby, reborn under the Emperor's light.
At this moment, Vincent the Loyalist was born...(End of Chapter)