Chapter 79: Taking office as the military lord of the Gundwa sub-sector, Alan Bairong returns to Skadi
The emperor's light cannot be bought by piety. The thoughts and actions of those who truly bathe in its luster go far beyond those complicated dogmas and cumbersome prayers. It is not that he is unwilling to witness and protect all his believers, but this In this vast universe, only the most capable and loyal people should be protected.
If he were still walking in the world, he would naturally be able to lead mankind, and he would naturally be able to turn the tide. But now, the Emperor can only try his best to guide mankind. Humanity has to go through all the weirdness of this dark universe on its own.
But heroes, soldiers, and courage have proven time and time again that those things in this dark universe are not invincible. After the void shield was overloaded, Huron's battleship forcibly entered the subspace at the fastest speed within a few minutes of the hull being hit. Without Mander With a stable node like Ver Point, even the Chaos Traitors cannot endure the chaos and disorder of the subspace.
A large number of Chaos psykers exploded their heads in order to tear open the rifts that could sneak into the warp. After the Doomwraith sank into the eerie purple curtain, it was still missing, but it is believed that the legendary Red Corsair will not die. After going through this battle, those traitors will definitely be even more terrifying when they return to the physical universe.
The 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment was victorious, the world was victorious, and the Imperial Navy was victorious. The news spread throughout the world like locusts passing through, and many cities that had been independent and divided because of this incident returned to the embrace of the Empire.
But human beings must also be stupid. Alan Bair looked at the frowning news at the Karu City headquarters. "Three large hive cities, about six to seven billion people choose...independence?"
"They want to pay the tithe to the empire themselves? And build their own production lines, deviating from our plans?"
These three hives are rare mineral bases in the world. Leaving any one of them will mean a decrease in the output of Karu City, and also a decrease in the production capacity of the world.
Overcapacity does not exist in this dark 40,000 years. A single world cannot supply tens of millions and billions of Imperial Guards to consume, and those three short-sighted cities are even more stupid, thinking that the Imperial Guards will be destroyed by those traitors. If they want to be independent and protect themselves, don't they really think that the Chaos traitors will give them a chance to survive?
"Ah... I made the Lieutenant General laugh. This is all my mismanagement and has nothing to do with the Lieutenant Colonel. As the planetary governor, I have asked the PDF and the Ministry of Justice to go. In two standard Terran years, those cities can be taken back. "Governor John Deen did not forget to excuse himself from his boss. He did not want such a stupid thing to affect Alan Bair's career in the Astra Militarum.
Lieutenant General Mr. Katowice wiped the eagle emblem on his chest. "I know that the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment has far exceeded my imagination. Karu City is in order under the siege of Chaos. My flagship Bulldog transport aircraft can still be used. There are no good vehicles in this world. Use They put."
"Three months, I want you to take back those cities in three months, and let us celebrate the honorary recognition from the Ministry of Military Affairs."
"Just now, the information that we defeated the Red Pirates has been reported. There is no doubt that the fourth Skadi Regiment will receive the honor that belongs to you. I predict that they will get you a Terra Star badge."
Alan Bayer sighed and looked at the strategic map of this world. "I think instead of badges, Lieutenant General, can you send out a few more Sentinels, Chimeras..."
The lieutenant general coughed. "There are many worlds and many legions in the empire. Can you, Lieutenant Colonel, donate a few explosive assault muskets?"
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer coughed. "Ahem, sir, I already understand. My heart is for the empire. If other worlds need explosive weapons, I will definitely donate them. But when will the sentries arrive?"
said the lieutenant general. "Watch your words, Lieutenant Colonel, but this time the donation will not go to the Ministry of Military Affairs, but to my armored regiment. How about three Sentinels in exchange for 200 handles?"
Alan Beyer replied. "With 130 handles, do you think that explosive weapons are just Chinese cabbage?"
Lieutenant General Cato cursed. "You think the Imperial Sentinel is a Chinese cabbage? And what is that Chinese cabbage? Is it a specialty of Skadi?"
Alan Beyer replied. "It's a specialty of Ancient Terra, I saw it in the book."
The lieutenant general returns. "Very good, keep reading, soldier, 157 handles, exchange for three sentries, okay?"
Alan Beyer said. "No training manual, I want your driver's step-by-step instruction."
The lieutenant general touched his head. "Your Majesty the God-Emperor, you are really underestimating your talents as a member of the Astra Militarum. Okay, three Sentinels and half a year of driving training, and find the person in your regiment who is best at soothing machine spirits to report to me."
Alan Bair performs the Eagle Salute. "Your Majesty, may the light always shine on you." Then he ran away.
Lieutenant General Cato turned to Governor John Dehn. "Is your former commander always like this?"
John Dehn replied. "Sir, you must understand that using infantry to kill Ork war engines and Space Marine vehicles relies on soldiers holding melta to approach and shoot. Although the God-Emperor blessed us, we still suffered heavy losses."
"The Sentinel mecha can not only be equipped with fragmentation missiles, but can also use armor-piercing AP missiles. Under the limitations of the Empire's Astra Militarum tactics and the regiment level, any long-range armor-piercing capability is rare for us. ”
"The boss has never been greedy for money. He just hopes that loyal people, his members, family, and friends, can die less."
"Karoo City can already produce explosive muskets. How about I deliver those weapons and related ammunition in half a year?"
This proposal is very opportunistic, because the explosive weapons of the Skadi Fourth Regiment are original products from the Dark Ages. Although STC can completely reproduce the Karoo City, the industrial foundation of the Karoo City is only to make food and laser guns. Of course, it is not as good as the original one.
The lieutenant general took a sip of his tea. "For the sake of the God-Emperor, I agree."
"I will be stationed here during this period, don't cut corners for me."
John Dehn bowed and saluted with aristocratic etiquette. "Thank you, sir."
When the general officer of the Imperial Guard left, John Durn breathed a sigh of relief. He was talking to a being that was much more powerful than himself. If the other party was unhappy, he could use the cannon to cleanse the world.
Being a planetary governor does not mean power. He is extremely powerless in the face of any void force, but he is not a soft persimmon, and not everything can touch his interests.
John picked up the communicator. "Your Majesty the Emperor, all PDFs and law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice, listen to the order. The three hive cities of our world, D35577, D233451, and A345582, are rebelling. Now go to the star port, grab the logging guns, explosive bombs, and beams, and take command. Please remember to bring explosive weapons and board the Imperial Navy transport ship to clear the matter within three months.”
Thirty minutes later, several transport ships flew out from the star port. The world's most lethal troops were stored in those big iron boxes. An hour later, outside the wilderness of the rebellious mining hive D35577, several people walked down the dense forest. Thousands of fully armed PDFs. In addition to the blue color that represents the nobility, bulletproof armor, laser guns, and even melta grenades on their waists, the equipment is better than that of the average Astra Militarum infantry regiment.
Ten hours later, the walls of the nest city were exploded by melta grenades. The weapons retired from the Orc War were simply killing ordinary PDFs. The battle loss ratio of the soldiers in Karu City was as high as 1/7.
Two months and seventeen days later, the hive city announced its surrender, and three days later, the other two cities surrendered one after another. If John Deen used his vigorous and resolute methods to stabilize Karu City before, now he has truly gained the entire world.
The planetary governor's iron-fisted methods impressed everyone, physically impressed, PDF has defeated three hive cities with 100,000 people, a total of 790,000 fully armed soldiers and countless gangs.
After beheading those damn rebel nobles, the world finally ushered in peace for at least hundreds of years.
At the same time, the reward for the war hero Alan Bair also arrived as promised after PDF returned. The Ministry of Military Affairs decided to give him the overall command of the Astra Militarum Lord of the Skadi War, and three more were given to the staff officer. Alan Byer, John Deon (Special Issue) Planetary Governor's Star of Terra Emblem.
It was accompanied by hymns long enough for people to wake up after eight hours of sleep and still sing (metaphorical, but very long), which made Alan Beyer realize that humans actually have so many words, and High Gothic is so surprising!
Now at the star port at the highest point of Karu City, Lieutenant General Cato, representing the Military Affairs Office, pinned the badge of honor woven with the golden eagle emblem on the chests of the three of them, and the emperor's light shone brightly.
Lieutenant General Cato said. "Congratulations, Lieutenant Colonel, you are already the commander-in-chief of the world. I still have not forgotten the first time we met, when you were still a lieutenant."
"It seems that I give you the military rank every time, but I feel that in a few decades, you may give it to me."
In this era, humans can extend their lives through various means, and artificial organ technology is mature enough to allow you to go from near death to killing everyone on the battlefield, but ordinary soldiers will not use it because their lives are not as valuable as that organ.
But the lieutenant general's words were still too radical, Alan Bayer retorted. "How is it possible? This universe is so big and the void is endless. How many wars would I have to go through to be afraid of being in your position? If such a thing really happens, I will not be happy because many loyal soldiers have left this world. .”
"If the Emperor really bless me, I should be retiring instead of being promoted."
The lieutenant general burst out laughing. "You are really outspoken and careful to send people to punishment ships."
Alan Beyer replied. "We are all our own people here, why can't we speak freely? Your Excellency, you know best. This void is huge, there are so many worlds, and the Astra Militarum is diverse. In addition to being the same emperor, there is even a cultural gap of ten thousand years between them. , a physical distance of tens of thousands of light years.”
"Maybe people from the next world come here to eat the specialty nuts and have to be sent to rescue. But what I just said is the "dialect" of my hometown!"
"Commissioned officers and ensigns, you are all from Cadiz, am I right?"
The soldiers of the 4th Cadiz Infantry Regiment nodded repeatedly. "That's right, what the officer said is the dialect of our hive city, but it just sounds like the words are correct."
The staff officer and John suppressed their laughter. This was the first time they had seen someone so rude to their superiors. After all, most people in the Empire were quite obedient to their rights.
The lieutenant general raised his eyebrows and curled his lips. "It will probably be unlucky for that department to have anything to do with you in the future. You are so articulate and smart, and you are still in a high position. If you are an enemy of the empire, I will shoot you first."
"But remember, there are many heretics and aliens in this huge void, and your destiny will make you need to be vigilant at all times to see if you will fall into the whirlpool of war."
"At this moment, no matter what happens, you need to remember first to find a bunker as soon as possible. If the officer dies, there will be chaos below."
Alan Beyer asked. "Isn't this what a lieutenant general-level officer should say at a ceremony?"
The lieutenant general replied. "This is my hometown dialect!"
"Now, the ceremonial team obeys the order and steps forward, and the church bells will also echo!"
Thousands of ceremonial soldiers in luxurious uniforms, armed with imported advanced products from the feudal world and muskets, walked in neat military steps like the old guards of ancient Terra, protecting the three heroes moving forward in Karu City. Worshiped by all people.
The light of the God Emperor seems to have become brighter in this world, and the conveyor belts and production speed in the factory have accelerated a lot.
Everyone put aside their fatigue and pain, raised their heads and looked at the few lights in this dark world, the light from the Astra Militarum.
The ceremony ended, time rushed, and Karoo City returned to its original appearance. People worked, rested, worked, then worked, and worked again. The tavern reopened and the shops became fuller. Under the command of John Dean, both the good and the bad were there. Appear.
The good thing is that most of this world is completely ruled by humans. The bad thing is that any smart person can see that if John dies, the world will instantly turn into the Warring States Period, and all the major hives will be unable to communicate and trade due to the magnetic field. Problems and contradictions continue.
The big hives oppress the small ones, and the problems among the nobles are even more complicated, but they are all afraid of John Durn's resolute and iron fist. As a former Astra Militarum, your family will never exist again if he smashes it.
But today, such a great person actually stopped at the star port, in a very early morning when the workers had not yet gotten off work and the slaves were working continuously.
Not only that, but a beautiful brown-haired non-commissioned officer, a former Astra Militarum noblewoman who had been away from this world for many years, also arrived in gorgeous clothes. She looked fair-skinned and looked gloomy.
The local PDFs, as well as the named nobles, all arrived at the star port in advance. If you want to talk about their characteristics, it is probably...
They participated in the greenskin siege of Karu City.
Several transport planes were parked at the port. John looked at the war weapons and admired and envied the soldiers among them. He wished to die on the battlefield more than to be a noble.
But he and his wife already had children, and he was no longer the same man who had nothing when he joined the army.
And when the protagonist of this incident, the Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment, arrived, several Chimeras, sentries, and uniform soldiers, almost ten of them had a deflagration assault rifle, as well as staff officers, second lieutenants, and mechanical priests. Surrounded by Lieutenant Colonel Alan Beyer and walked into the transport plane.
All the nobles were silent. They had changed greatly. Only this group of people was still the same as they were when they won that day. But no matter how they viewed their current life and their own values, no matter whether they were hostile or not, they had no feelings for this commander. Officials have great respect.
Alan Bayer waved his hand, but he said nothing because he was worried that he would not be able to leave this garden world. If he could, he would like to retire for the rest of his life, but he needed to go to Skadi to resume his job.
The former old friends watched their superiors step into the transport plane. The transport plane left the atmosphere. With the naked eye, only the vague shadow of the Bordeaux in low-Earth orbit could be seen. Until the battleship left the atmosphere, the shadow could not be seen clearly. Those nobles They left slowly.
The last person to leave, the Planetary Governor, used his last honor and dignity to salute the Sky Eagle Salute in the direction of the battleship.
On the bridge, the captain asked Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer. "Don't you like the decision of the Ministry of Military Affairs?"
Alan Beyer replied. "We all know that the Ministry of Military Affairs is useless, stupid, huge, and bureaucratic, but I am still a soldier, and staying in one place may not be a good thing. One day bad luck will find you."
The captain nodded. "I like your opinion. By the way, hold on tight, we are about to enter subspace."
Alan Bayer looked at the instruments on the bridge. The navigator used spiritual energy to activate Geller's stance. Everything outside the ship could no longer be seen clearly. After a slight tremor, they came to the subspace.
But sailing was more boring than he remembered. Even though he was now in a high position and could walk around, the ship was still cramped, with only the soldiers who wiped the deck walking around and maintaining the hull.
He and his staff were playing cards in a boring way, and their soldiers could only stay in their rooms because of their authority.
The captain concentrated on being alert to any fluctuations in the subspace. Of course, he didn't know what a demon was. In his eyes, the subspace was equivalent to the undercurrent in the ocean. If you follow it, you can drift far away, but you may also be silent.
The Mandeville point on this road has always been stable and should not go wrong...
He knew that he should let down his guard. Long-term concentration would be exhausting, and he would be caught off guard if something really terrible happened.
Geller's position completely covered up all the instruments, detections, or whatever. Under the current situation, only the psykers could still slightly feel the fluctuations of the subspace, just like they were in the waves.
After the captain retired from the command post and the first mate took over, Alan Bayer couldn't help but sigh that human navigation is really the same in every aspect. Even the naval officers and soldiers who wiped the deck are still there, but now Class A is Maintain the interior of the ship. After all, it would not be a good idea to have problems with this nearly three-kilometer-long warship.
Alan Bayer felt that his thoughts were confused and he turned his attention to the game. The staff was already too far ahead of him.
"Are you going to use this to make money when you retire?"
The staff officer shook his head. "I don't know how to gamble, never will."
Alan Beyer said. "Then if you give me back the steak in my lunch, won't you stop gambling?"
The staff officer made strong arguments. "Playing cards is no fun if you don't win something. Gambling must be done with money, and I didn't take your throne coins or anything~"
Alan Bayer wants to give this guy a slap, but when it comes to playing cards, if you are not as good as others, you have to endure it, but although he is not very skilled in the fourth row, he will not lose from candy to meat steak...
He underestimated it, felt depressed, and then put his cards on the table. "If I don't fight, my lunch is almost gone!"
The staff officer pulled those chips down in front of him. "Don't regret this, it's all mine."
Alan Beyer said. "Be careful of getting fat."
The staff officer replied. "I keep exercising."
But just as the two people were talking, the ship shook violently, and the staff officer accidentally fell off the chair. Alan Bayer held onto the fixed seat to stabilize his body.
"Oh my God!" He looked up and saw the counselor throwing out 12 aces and 4 kings when he fell...
"You!"
The staff officer immediately put away the playing cards, his face not red and his heart not beating. "Lunch is distributed normally."
Just before the lieutenant colonel raised his fist, the navigator suddenly shouted. "Strong subspace storm! The God-Emperor is above!"
"Ah...I feel it...I feel it, the Emperor's light cannot hide it, my soul, my body...O Gods!" The Astropath shouted strange words.
The heads of the two psychics suddenly exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist...
The electronic equipment began to flicker, and weird pictures appeared on the display screen. It was still a pattern at first, and then turned into a distorted human face. How could the old-school monitor of the empire use striped textures to produce such a picture?
The captain immediately walked to the command point. "First officer, what's going on?"
The first mate's body at this moment is like that...chaos egg? It was twisted and mutated, but much smaller than the real thing. The uniforms of the Imperial Navy also became grotesque and swollen due to the mutation and contamination of a lot of juice.
"Ah, sir, I don't feel well..."
Alan Bair pulled out his sidearm, and the relic pistol from the Dark Ages instantly smashed the twisted body, and the captain shouted. "First Mate!"
But I could only see that the command position was strangely wet with body fluids, while the other soldiers looking at the instruments gradually became distorted, and their joints bent abnormally.
"Fuck, Captain, your ship has just been repaired. You are really unlucky!" Alan Bayer complained and fired, and the staff officer also took out dark explosive bombs and opened their heads one by one...
After finally returning the souls of those poor naval officers and soldiers to the throne, the Geller position generator on the bridge was constantly shaking, the pistons and engine souls screamed, and the "bubbles" outside the window began to fade visible to the naked eye. The terrible whispers of the warp echoed in Alan Bair's ears.
He couldn't hear or understand clearly. It was not a human language, nor Gothic, orcish, Ancient Terra, English, or anything else, but a completely crazy murmur.
This terrifying voice is neither male nor female, and has no personality characteristics. It is like the natural wind, but it is whispering in your ears all the time!
"Holy shit!" Alan Bayer rushed to the communication equipment on the bridge, turned on the button, and shouted. "Everyone, our Geller position is collapsing now. Whatever you see next, including dead relatives and crazy monsters, please stay calm and recite the Emperor's hymn first!"
"No matter what, don't fire at anything! Don't believe any words, whether those of dead comrades, relatives, or anything else..."
Why is Alan Beyer so sure? Because he saw the female lieutenant he met in his first month of service saying affirmatively next to him.
"You've grown up, little one."
"Can you shoot?"
"I think you look delicious..." Her cheeks gradually twisted, turning into the hideous and terrifying face of an orc. If he hadn't known that this was an illusion, Alan Bair would have really wanted to pass away...
He knew very well what subspace was, and he could only look at Geller's gradually fading position and mutter. "God Emperor, I may die...although death may be the best outcome."
I actually wrote six thousand words ()
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