Chapter 100 Cooperation Veterans
There is no place for the weak-minded and undecided. Only quick action and firm belief can save humanity. No sacrifice is too great. No betrayal is too small.
——The Dogmatic Book of the Inquisition, Chapter 28 "The Order of Extermination"
The hive city is not without wind blowing. A human city the size of a continent can only be considered a manifestation of human civilization when it seems crazy and barbaric. Even the standard currency of Throne Coin can only be circulated in the hive city, but the bottom layer People still like to exchange things for things, because their economic circulation is very slow, their supplies are simple, and coins are only used by nobles.
But even so, the concept of throne coins is still vague. Those stamped and minted by the empire center should have the best purchasing power, but precious metals still occupy a place, but the most hard-core goods are food, weapons, manpower, and factory equipment.
Judging from such things, the fourth Skadi regiment is actually already very wealthy, but this concept is very vague. After all, they are all necessities. From this point of view, the Warhammer world can actually be regarded as a kind of apocalypse, a personal apocalypse.
When the wound on his butt was sutured shut, the lieutenant still felt itchy. The doctor drank a lot of snake wine, which is a thing in the hive tavern. Most of the preparation methods are creepy.
With a sound, the thing was sprinkled on the newly stitched area. After all, the price of disinfectant was about the same as a bottle of wine, so why not just drink it?
The doctor swallowed the mouthful, and the lieutenant felt his butt was burning. He hurriedly left the damn operating table, but the anesthetic feeling on his butt still hadn't dissipated.
"You are lucky, young man. The machine soul of the machine that hurt you is very loyal. I have seen people killed in one blow. You know, your butt is not that strong, and a broken war engine, even if The armor is damaged, and its machine spirit is also extremely violent. Apparently the Chimera of your regiment is well protected, so much so that it can even tell why it was injured without blaming infantrymen like you.”
The ensign cursed. "Infantry? I am the pilot of a Sentinel mecha!"
The doctor drank a pot of Snake Wild Wine and exhaled hot breath. In this place in the Nest City, light, heat, and electricity are all bought with money. No one will give them to you for free. There is no starlight, and the temperature here is frighteningly low.
"Talk to your superiors. If you were really a Sentinel pilot, you wouldn't be so hairy."
"You are well protected by your comrades, aren't you? Sentinels are usually reconnaissance units?"
The second lieutenant shut up. He was right. The protection of the sentries by the 4th Skadi Regiment was impeccable. It even made people feel like they were treating Lemanus, which made him a little impatient to drive that thing.
He also knew very well that Skadi's fourth regiment was too poor to afford the loss of sentries.
This situation will continue until they return to their own star sector. After all, without the Ministry of Military Affairs, it means they have no wages and rewards. If a soldier regiment does not mutiny without any rewards, the empire's capabilities are strong.
"What does my being protected by my companions have to do with you?!" the second lieutenant retorted. Their relationship was just that of a doctor and a patient, nothing more.
This sentence hurt the veteran. He looked at the trophies on the wall, his thoughts drifted slightly away for a while, and then he shouted. "Then get out of here now. The treatment is over and we are clear."
"You go back to your Imperial Guard while I continue to rescue people."
The ensign pursed his lips. "No, I can't leave a veteran to fend for himself in this place. What happened to you? Why do you debase yourself so much?"
the doctor asked. "Why, do you have any special sense of justice sprouting in your little heart? This hive is full of those damn things, and I am obviously not a weakling. Understand, your kindness and strength will be left to the aliens The world is not peaceful at all.”
the ensign asked. "Maybe because I am an Imperial Guard, maybe I am an ordinary person and I won't care about you."
The doctor smiled. "Being empathetic, are you still afraid that you will be like me in the future?"
"Okay, little guy with too much self-awareness, if you really want to help me, I have an operation this afternoon. Please help me with it. The clients are all real aristocrats here."
The ensign frowned. "Authentic noble? Gangster!"
The doctor covered his mouth, his metal fingers making the ensign feel cold. "Gangster? Don't say that in front of him. Noble, pure noble, understand? You will take a few automatic shots because of these words. Even if you are an Imperial Guard, you will die."
The doctor warned the young man sternly. Obviously, he had never really dealt with gangs before or after serving. In other words, gangs were suppressed very well in his home planet, but this situation was not the same in this world. exist.
The second lieutenant realized that he was wrong. He wanted to defend himself, but he only got a set of clothes that looked like a butcher. "You are dressed too officially. Put down your body armor and your rifle."
The doctor emphasized.
The ensign replied. "No, the Imperial Guard manual says that weapons cannot be left behind. Even if it is a ceremonial handshake, you must make sure that the weapon remains with you."
the doctor answered. "The Imperial Guard manual also says that you can kill an adult orc with a standard set of Imperial melee CQCs. Would you like to try?"
The second lieutenant was speechless. He knew very well that he could not kill an orc in close combat, so he could only change his clothes honestly. Speaking of which, he could no longer remember what it felt like not to wear a military uniform. His memory was in the previous paragraph. Time began to be filled with war.
This is what the soldiers of the empire are like. All that awaits them is killing, death, war, and more war. After he changed his clothes, he really wanted to describe his current appearance. He was probably a young bird that had never seen blood. Of course, the second lieutenant was a veteran. But without that military uniform, he is nothing now.
The second lieutenant's character did not disappear, he asked with interest. "Why would a black... authentic noble come to you for treatment?"
The doctor organized the supplies and then answered. "I am a veteran of the Astra Militarum, and I am also the best doctor in this hive area. People are afraid of being famous, but pigs are afraid of being strong, but if you want to survive, you must be famous and strong enough. If I don't have a golden brand, I will be worthless."< br>
"But, you are a veteran, you..." The second lieutenant is not sure. If his battle will only reach this point, why should he continue to work hard?
The doctor finished packing his things and took the cold syringe. "Of course I am, honor is engraved on my body, but the aliens did not take away any of my parts. Instead, my compatriots made me lose my arm, but I know that if I doubt the Emperor and my military career, I will deny it. My whole life.”
"Soldiers like you should know that there are no more miserable existences in this world than heretics. Their bodies are rotten, disease-ridden, and their minds are unclear. To the evil psykers, they are sacrifices, and to the traitorous Ah For Stadt, they are cannon fodder.”
"The reality is that the Empire does not love its people either. The only person you should worship and serve from the beginning is the Emperor."
The second lieutenant was not sure. He had never thought about his faith so seriously, but there was no time in the world for him to think about it.
The creaking door was pushed open, and with the support of several people wearing heavy makeup, a tall man with his arms cut off and transformed into a terrifying chain saw was carried forward. His face felt terrifying, like a heretic, and his head Hit by one shot, he would have been dead had it not been for his highly modified and less powerful automatic gun.
But he seemed to be able to speak. He was supporting his men, but his highly modified body and arms made him unable to exert force. The second lieutenant could not understand why such a person existed. Rather, how could someone modify himself more and more? Troublesome and inconvenient to live?
Those Gothic-style men with heavy makeup and rebellious body paint, as if those things can help them change the world. They looked at the doctor and took out the automatic guns on their waists, which were live ammunition weapons. A large-caliber revolver is enough to blow open a person's head, but it cannot penetrate the bulletproof armor that the second lieutenant always wears.
The second lieutenant, who was paralyzed by the weapons of monsters and monsters on the battlefield, swallowed his saliva for the first time because of such a weapon.
"How many people?" The boss asked while lying on the operating table. It was hard to imagine that in such a situation, his tone was indifferent.
The doctor puts on sterile gloves. "My relative came to help. You scared him. Be careful."
I have to say that the second lieutenant's current appearance is full of that kind of feeling, even cowardly that can be trusted by the veteran gangsters in the hive city?
Yes, he does have that feeling. What about the Astra Militarum, what about the Imperial Guard? He is actually still a young boy in the hive city. However, in such a familiar environment and familiar people, everyone may have forgotten that he is not like Alan Bai. I have the memory of two lifetimes and the understanding of the dark universe. I am not a hive orphan like the liar Deen, and I do not have the experience of being a staff officer or the education of an elite academy in the empire.
He is the most ordinary, hard-working and optimistic ordinary person in the Fourth Skadi Regiment. Now that he has taken off his military uniform, he shows his true self. But fear is not a sin. He should not hide too much in the first place. People in the gang After leaving the clinic, after the operation was carried out here, the gang boss was lying on the operating table under complete anesthesia, making the second lieutenant a little distracted.
The doctor untied his abdomen and modified his blood vessels and muscles like a machine. "You're scared, aren't you? Imperial Guard?"
He was multitasking, and the second lieutenant holding the saw suddenly smiled bitterly. "Of course, of course, I just realized that I'm not afraid of them, I shouldn't be afraid of them, but I was also born in the hive city, how could I not be afraid of those rebellious Gothic patterns."
"I think I can be outspoken and opinionated, but I seem to be the most ordinary person..."
The doctor shook his head. "You are very important. Recruits like you are always the core of a regiment. Without people like you, many things would be difficult to carry out and many days would be difficult."
"And the fundamental reason why I need your help is because I am the Astra Militarum and I am the Imperial Guard."
"The gangs and nobles here have planned an assassination against Colonel Lane. I have asked people to give chocolates as a notification. The Imperial Guard here are monitored by the nobles. They cannot leave and can only rely on PDF, but the hive capital's complex communications The environment prevents PDF from using their communicator"
Doctors severed the gangster's life support and his main spine, ensuring that the man would never die again.
"But you gave me hope. The assassination was already in progress, but a soldier from another regiment came, but I still need to test your loyalty and whether you are a...soldier."
The ensign didn't understand. "Did I pass the test?"
said the doctor. "TMD, please turn on your communicator and tell your regiment leader that TM is attacking. I said so much just to make the Imperial Guard vigilant, not to impress you!"
The second lieutenant immediately turned on the communicator and whispered. "Captain, commander, boss! I am the second lieutenant. I got information in the nest city. The gangsters in the nest city are arranging an assassination, which will be carried out this afternoon!"
The doctor washes his gloves. "Take your things, don't wait for a reply, let's go out through the secret passage behind the clinic!"
The second lieutenant nodded, and the two people left as quickly as possible, leaving only a room filled with the smell of blood and a corpse. Facts have proved that great soldiers never leave, but no matter how weak a betrayal is, they cannot be forgiven. Nowadays, there is evil. Report.
When the gang members walked into the clinic and looked at the cold corpse of the gang leader in front of them, they were dumbfounded. At the same time, it also meant that a bloody storm for rights and resources was about to break out within the hive city...
As for assassination? It doesn't matter at all!
At the top, the planetary governor watched as the atmosphere here gradually improved. The two young Imperial Guard school-level officers had a lot to talk about. They quickly exchanged information with each other and understood the difficulties of today's world.
First of all, Alan Bayer understood that the Mandeville Point of this world was blocked, the food that relied on a large amount of imports from the agricultural world was gone, and the support from the Ministry of Military Affairs would not appear. In other words, if they cannot act in the short term, The Middle Nest will face hundreds of millions of deaths, and the desperation of cannibalism will become a breeding ground for Chaos cults and rebellions.
If the orcs cannot be eliminated in a short time, this nest city will definitely not be saved, but most of the nobles in this world do not know this, but are full of dissatisfaction with the forced recruitment of the Imperial Guard in this world.
Alan Bair nodded. "They are all useless aristocrats. It is difficult to have a close friend. I am a lucky man." He took a sip of Amset and couldn't help but miss his old brother. He didn't know if he and his fiancée were married...
Colonel Lane nodded. "Of course, they..."
Alan Bayer suddenly felt that his communicator was moving. He interrupted the other person's words and picked up the communicator...
"Captain, commander, boss! I am the second lieutenant. I got information in the nest city. The gangsters in the nest city are arranging an assassination, which will be carried out this afternoon!"
Alan Bair didn't turn his head, but he immediately realized something was wrong. On the upper floor of the planetary governor's palace, an armed aircraft gradually climbed up, and dozens of guys dressed as servants started shooting with automatic guns.
Alan Bayer instantly pulled Colonel Lane to lie under the table, and activated his personal void shield. Under the fierce fire and strafing, the planetary governor was undoubtedly dead, and Alan Bayer shouted. "The 113th Regiment of Falaksia is waiting at the entrance of the palace! Use orbital cannon to blast the spire of the palace!"
The captain of the 113th Regiment of Fraxas instantly climbed onto the hammerhead shark, the attack actually bypassed them, and when she found herself with anger hovering above her head, the fierce bombardment roared.
After the smoke, Alan Bayer thanked the second lieutenant for the first time, the kind from the bottom of his heart, and Colonel Lane felt angry for the first time, the kind that wanted to kill 60% of the nobility and gangsters in the world...
The bloody storm, the bloody storm, before the green skins come, humans will wash themselves. The good news is that the famine will be delayed for a long time because of the sudden increase in starch blocks. The bad news is that many people will Disappear in this universe, even if they are innocent. (End of chapter)