Chapter 97 Leaving Falakcia for Dinner
Accompanied by the smell of promethium and the huge fishing boats docking, Skadi Fourth recently began to go fishing on his own. The lieutenant colonel, wearing the same military uniform that never changes, leaned on the coast and grilled the fish, fang fish, a A species of carnivorous fish, not suitable for breeding, but Titanium has apparently genetically modified them to control their ferocious habits and increase their energy conversion rate.
Nowadays, something covered with jet black scales and huge in size tastes like snakehead fish with large pieces of meat like tuna, so it is not only delicious but also has a good texture.
The only problem is that Alan Bair has to complain, whether it is a fang fish or a goro beast, why do the interstellar races in this universe catch things with bad tempers as food?
When humans were still on Terra, the requirements for the economic animals they cultivated were to be gentle, herbivorous, and able to live in groups. As a result, both the Empire and the Tau only left gregarious animals...
But when he cut a piece of fish meat into his mouth, all those things disappeared, and the fish bones could be used to make soup stock for cooking noodles. During the period of time he was stationed in this world, it took about a week (because the stars and rotations are different, it is difficult to Determining the specific Terra standard day) he gained a lot of weight.
"It's really a gift from the emperor." Alan Bair said, cutting off a piece of fish and giving it to the hard-working soldiers who had just arrived at the shore. "That's right, we still need to fish it out twice to fill up the entire battleship."
Those live fish were captured by the Tau's gravitational nets. In just one search, they could feed tens of thousands of people for a month, and there were hundreds of such fishing boats.
It’s hard to imagine how those fish managed to avoid extinction, and the ecological chain designed by the Tau for this world is absolutely deformed. The soil of the transformed planet only provides a steady stream of cyanobacteria energy, and the heat of the star is also absorbed by them. .
Then small arthropods, things like sea spiders, will eat those cyanobacteria, which are only half a centimeter each, but live and die quickly, and exist as a class of energy conversion.
Next, with the help of drones, those spiders will be captured, and then the calculated number will be spread on the sea surface, and the appropriate discharge will be based on the observed number of sharp tooth fish schools.
Therefore, even if there are no titans eating fish, the ocean can still maintain a normal environment for hundreds of years, even if there are only three kinds of creatures in this environment.
But Titanium is only seven thousand years old, and they dare to carry out genetic tampering like this. Maybe one day they will reap the consequences, but this sentence says too much. Whether it is AI or trust in aliens, sooner or later they will reap the consequences.
And the empire's agricultural world of moving mountains and reclamating seas to create planet-level farmland, using fertilizers that are full of stench and enough to corrode metal to cultivate mutated corns that are as tall as trees doesn't seem to be much better, at least titanium ones. The world can still be inhabited.
"Fill, fill them all. God knows how many years it will take for the empire's colonial ships to reach it. Don't let these drones start to starve the tooth fish to death. It's better for us to recycle the wasted meat."
Alan Bair sprinkled the Ministry of War seasoning on the fish. It was salty, sour, and full of vitamins. He could eat it like this for a whole Terran year, until he vomited when he smelled the fish.
"How long until the Commander-in-Chief arrives? Let our temporary cooking team show them Skadi's delicious food."
the chief replied. "We'll be there in the afternoon. Also, do you mean Goro canned baked beans or synthetic starch fried fish steak?"
Alan Bayer frowned. "Wait a minute, none of us are good at eating. Why do our dishes sound like British lunches?"
the chief asked. "What is a Brit?"
Alan Bair replied. "They were a group of people who regarded themselves as beacons of light, but they were beaten to pieces by the changing times and became addicted to their own world. They became unwilling to make progress and spent all day studying their own culture and so-called etiquette. But this world is changing every day. With each passing day, their only honor is to laugh and laugh at the ruins of the empire they once built.”
said the chief. "Sounds like Eldar."
Alan Beyer said. "Almost, they still lack pointy ears and a long life, but they are very close in terms of arrogance and stupidity."
"In general, our cooking team is a bunch of rubbish, isn't it?"
The chief nodded. "I recommend hiring a few Sterling people, but our group currently does not have that condition."
Alan Beyer said. "I'll come."
the chief asked. "What?"
Alan Beyer said. "As long as we don't control the heat, and rely on my knife skills and the ingredients of this world that can give the heretic Lingchi, we can definitely complete the afternoon reception."
The commander was not sure, but in this case he felt that there would be no worse food. After all, the concept of food by the huddlemen of Skadi's fourth regiment was that canned food equals gourmet food, and daily food equals starch blocks.
Alan Bayer put on his military uniform, used the cooked fish bone soup as a base, marinated the sharp tooth fish fillet with starch and Amset wine for a few times, and then put it in the Oglin people's soup that the Ministry of Military Affairs sent to them by mistake. Inside the big helmet, light a fire under the helmet, put in Skadi's fourth group of homemade sauerkraut and dozens of seasonings and spices.
After a while, the aroma filled the air, and then the fish fillets were put into the pot, and a hard-core imperial-style pickled fish came out. Next, Alan Bayer took out the rice, or something that should be rice, that the Tau had stored, and then poured water. Pour the canned Goro into it, add a spoonful of salt and black pepper to taste, stir, cook the rice, and the "claypot rice" is ready.
It looks and tastes good. The commander and the officers nodded repeatedly, and unanimously requested that such food be added to the recipes of the Skadi Fourth Regiment. However, in any case, in this dark 40th millennium, it is naturally rare to have such food. good thing.
In the afternoon, the flagship of the Imperial Guard arrived as promised. Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan walked down calmly surrounded by stormtroopers. He breathed in the sea breeze and graceful environment of this world, but noticed the peculiar aroma.
"Donali, what do you think this smells like?" Qi Fan asked the person next to him, and that person had a loyal, rigid, wound-filled cheek, and a set of gorgeous clothes. He might be a noble, but he was familiar with Qi Fan. Everyone must know him, he is the senior diplomat of the empire, Donali.
Although it is incredible, the empire does have this position, but Alan Bayer feels that diplomats are all fake, and the people who really maintain the almost non-existent friendly feelings between humans and aliens are obviously Rogue Traders.
Donali replied, smelling it. "A hint of Tau style, using Imperial seasonings, and ancient Terran cooking techniques..."
"I'm not sure, but it looks like... Ogryn dandruff?"
Qi Fan replied. "No matter what, it smells so good, it may be worth my trip."
The sound of military shoes echoed in the starport. It was not easy to transform such a ruin into a place large enough to host senior officials of the Astra Militarum in a few days, so Alan Bair chose the best decorations he could find.
A heap of battle uniforms that the Tau honored as well as the chitinous husks of stripped Genestealers, still bearing the marks of Imperial bolt bombs and monomolecular chainsword cuts.
The conference room here has a special style. After all, there are basically no good buildings in the star port, so the Astra Militarum directly transformed the crater. The huge crater blasted by the Tianhong missile vehicle was tens of meters deep. Then use the ladders and sandbags common in trenches to cover, and pull up the shelter shed.
To describe it accurately, it would probably be a command room...even in the restaurant below, there are beds, messy radio stations and matching promethium generators. The air is filled with the smell of promethium, the aroma of food, and earth. and the smell of gunpowder.
"It's beautiful ~ Donali, this is the best decoration I have seen in this time, the most loyal, especially the ruin-like trenches, which make me feel like I am eating on the battlefield."
Donnelly answered. "Sir, these seem to be real ruins."
As an imperial diplomat, he is obviously not used to the style of the Imperial Guard. He cannot understand how he can eat while looking at me with the "big eyes" of those battle uniforms?
Alan Bair was sitting on the other side of the table in the Tau izakaya, cooking oden made with stock and kelp and warming sake.
"Two distinguished guests, do you want to see the biggest actor at our dinner party?"
Qi Fan became interested. "Of course."
Alan Beyer said. "Second Lieutenant, pull up!"
After a roar, a sentry pulled a huge cage with a height of three people. The blue-skinned gene stealer, which had been modified with the control chip and lobotomy method to deal with the Goro beast, roared and looked around. It kept Drool, tick that disgusting long tongue.
And its location happened to be in front of the observation hole in the command room, so the imperial officers here couldn't help but want to shout, open fire freely and kill the aliens!
Qi Fan asked. "It's so beautiful. How many aliens can it kill?"
Alan Beyer replied. "The previous permanent population of this world was 12 billion. After a six-hour war, only 100,000 people survived."
Qi Fan couldn't help but snap his fingers. "You secured a table for the Imperial Guard against the Tau Titans."
Alan Bayer bowed slightly. "It's only natural that you're going crazy. This is all for the sake of the empire. Then, sir, show the list to your Excellency."
The commander handed over the supply list in a polite manner. The commander-in-chief was in a good mood at the moment, drinking sake, eating radish and pickled fish, and eating claypot rice from time to time.
"Okay, all is okay. By the way, you also asked for a star map? Do you want to leave the Gulf of Damocles? You must know that your temporary military ranks are all hung with Kane."
"Actually, if I want, you can enlist in the Gulf of Damocles."
Alan Bair's hair stood on end, enlisting in the Gulf of Damocles? What to do if bugs come, titanium is easy to fight, but bugs are a real natural disaster, and we can't bear it.
"No, no, no, sir, you know that the Ministry of Military Affairs will not tolerate sudden increases in supply requirements."
Qi Fan sighed. "Those pot-bellied, useless people, hiding behind and pointing fingers while the men and women of the empire are fighting hard, I understand, even if I can smooth over your identity, I can't get them to reduce your supplies."
Alan Bair nodded. "And we have always been Skadi people. Our homeland is near the Maelstrom. You know, it is not a good place. Our negligence may have led to the fall of the Imperial World, but..."
"You understand that the souls and honor of my fallen companions can only be appeased and restored at home, and the God-Emperor will not forgive me if we cannot return to our posts."
Qi Fan raised his glass. "To his old man and all his saints, for the double eagle emblem, to praise all the worlds, but..."
Alan Beyer replied. "Only fighting, only winning, we are the hammer of the Empire." This is a hymn from the Ministry of Military Affairs manual. Even Catachan will recite a few classics. It is also the lifelong persistence of the Astra Militarum. Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan nodded weakly, Press your stamp on the thick supply list.
No one can stop the willful Emperor's followers and the Imperial Guard. When thousands of worlds are displaced due to countless chaos and crises, no one can stay out of it. Qi Fan understands that the team in front of him is strong, resolute, and smart. The empire needed them to cross over, so it announced their arrival.
If this return expedition is destined to start from the Gulf of Damocles and end at the Maelstrom, then countless Imperial subjects in the Extreme Star Territory will definitely need them.
Qi Fan said earnestly. "Brave disciples of the Emperor, commander of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, and officers of the Empire, you must understand that if you leave the Gulf of Damoricus, what you will face will probably not make it easy for you."
"As a commander, I really want you to stay. Although I can't give you a promotion in a short time due to the relationship with the Ministry of Military Affairs, I can still give you the ability to command a battle group and the rights equivalent to an imperial general."
"If you leave the Gulf of Damocles, you will face this dark universe, the evil subspace, the corrupted traitors, the disgusting aliens, and all the bullshit, big and small, that are inhumane."
"Even so, do you still want to move forward?"
Alan Bair shook his head. "I am not alone, sir. The 4th Skadi Regiment and the 113th Regiment of Falaksia are all with me. I am very happy that you can value me so much, but there are too many places where the Empire needs the Imperial Guard."
"In this universe, human beings are dying all the time, and I am destined to protect the star sector where I was born. And I left many memories in the world where I first served. My old partners are still there."
"You know, after you experienced the first war that is still fresh in your memory, the remaining officers and buddies parted ways with you, and now you can only come to me when drinking... Oh, forgive me for going too far."
Qi Fan smiled. "You are right, but I am not alone. I asked the soldiers to throw the supplies to the star port, and when I was about to leave, Kane was surrounded by enemies again."
Alan Beyer asked. "Behemoth Fleet?"
Qi Fan nodded. "According to Titanium's report, the entire main fleet has stopped at the Forge World. Are they going to eat metal?"
Alan Beyer said. "Is it possible that Chief Kane is emitting psychic energy that attracts bugs and is a gene stealer?"
Qi Fanmu accepted it. "I'll try to check him out..."
Oh, he believed it, unlucky Kane, just wait to go to the Tribunal to have fun.
When Commander-in-Chief Qifan left, the commander watched the supplies being docked into the Bordero, and he asked. "What should we do next? Leader?"
Alan Beyer said. "Go home and tear all the enemies of the Empire into pieces on the way."
He turned on the communicator. "The 4th Skadi Regiment and the 113th Phlaxian Regiment are ordered to begin our own expedition, codenamed, Homecoming Expedition, for the Emperor!"
About 20 companies and thousands of officers answered in the communicator. "Yes, sir, for the Emperor!"
All my remarks about other countries and other human alliances in this content are purely character-building and are not personal in any way. I maintain my most respectable and friendly personal views on any large human group in the world.
PS: The Eldar are aliens, so I will continue to persecute them. And whether I have any prejudice against a race can depend on whether I use him or it to distinguish ()
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