Chapter 110 Distribute farm tools to Astartes
After experiencing the untouchables transformed by technology, Alan Bayer's feeling was that he felt like he stunk to death, and goosebumps stood up all over his body, that disgusting feeling.
But no matter how uncomfortable he was, he couldn't let him abandon those things. Only by shielding psychic energy could he get out of here. At this moment, those twisted corridors became straight, and those terrible monsters disappeared, but the red light on the badge also kept reminding him that the Gone.
During the rush in the corridor of the battleship, the promethium lamp kept shaking, and the shadows it illuminated were uncertain. Inside the hulk, which was not affected by subspace, everything was so silent that it was scary.
Alan Bayer couldn't help but wonder why there was such a thing on a farm ship, but it was obvious that this ship existed to transport this equipment, so it was an agricultural ship, hiding its ears from others.
The research on psychic countermeasures has touched the huge capital behind the Navigator family, and now it has forced this warship, which carries the most advanced research on psychic powers in mankind, to become a useless ship.
I don’t know if she succeeded in surviving the enemy siege, but it is obvious that she has failed now. Perhaps the discovery of the anti-psionic stance can allow mankind to survive the end of the Dark Ages, but the Iron Man Rebellion has completely destroyed human civilization.
In any case, regardless of whether the success of this ship will represent the decline of the Dark Ages, a few years later, when the imperial officer stepped across those damn 20,000-year-old metal, he felt the extreme coldness here that did not belong to humans.
Until he saw the light of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, until he crossed the psyker's position, until those loyal soldiers looked at him as if they saw a ghost, Alan Bair's every move was to attract the attention of the psyker. Go to his untouchable mode and turn off the badge, the first words that follow are. "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving."
"Don't forget the water!"
The soldiers of Skadi's fourth regiment instantly got up from their scattered laziness, and the staff eagerly handed over food. In this small camp, in just a moment, Alan Bair was crowded with people.
They have good order as the Imperial Guard, and Colonel Lane and the staff can only ask.
"Have you been there? It's been four days. It's colder here than we thought, and there's not much food supplies left." The staff officer handed over a kettle and canned Goro beasts, and Alan Bair skillfully pried open the cans. iron sheet, eating and talking.
"How is it possible? I've only been lost there for about four hours?"
The staff officer replied. "We entered the hulk several times, looking for you, but all we got was soldiers with days' worth of food eaten in hours and psykers with fatigue."
"The machine spirits here are very unfriendly to us. Our station is an orc tribe and is also outside the battleship. Otherwise, I am afraid we will be targeted."
"About three or four groups of orcs have been killed by traps during this period. The Space Marines will continue to wait here, and we have to exit."
Alan Bair waved his hand. "No, give me the battery."
The staff officer obeyed the order and took out the batteries that were now very few, while Alan Bayer pressed the connectors of those things on the badge, and soon the dark age technology was full of energy.
During the empire's darkest 40,000 years, the Mechanicus relied on the extremely practical practicality of mankind's dark age technology to help mankind overcome difficulties time and time again. Although it was still resting on its laurels, mankind's financial resources were really strong.
"It's barely usable." Alan Bayer breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the red display dissipate. He still couldn't forget the feeling of being threatened by subspace, and his clothes were almost wet with cold sweat.
"Where are the space warriors of the Destruction Eagle Chapter? Where are the angels?" Alan Bair asked.
The staff officer replied. "They have sneaked into the hulk to look for the greenskin troops that are coming one after another. This period may be the end of the greenskin war, and their number has suddenly increased."
"The ships that are deadly to us are nothing to the Space Marines, they are hungry and the sorcery of the Warp is of little use to them."
Alan Beyer was a little dissatisfied. "That doesn't make them so undisciplined, but they are the Emperor's angels after all. I will give them something good later."
He rubbed his shoulders. "Ask the sturdiest person in the team to follow me. We don't need psykers. We go to the hulk to find things, food, and energy. I've seen it. This is a civilian ship. It doesn't have the terrible forts of the Dark Ages, but it has food. There should be quite a few.”
"Remember to bring a big backpack or something, there are a lot of things to take away."
Colonel Lane asked, still unsure. "Then how do we ensure that our soldiers are conscious and will not get lost?"
Alan Bayer patted the badge on his chest, which was about the size of a thumb. "The witchcraft of the Dark Ages can make me untouchable, which means that I can make the evil machine spirits nearby dissipate by eating and drinking normally."
Colonel Lane asked. "Is it really okay for us to use such a thing!?" He pointed at Alan Bair, while condemning his recklessness, and a bit of complaining, more of a fear of the unknown. This kind of behavior is also standard for the empire. Attitudes toward the Dark Ages.
But before Alan Bayer could refute, the staff officer answered first. "In an emergency, the Emperor will forgive us. If this thing leads to irreversible bad changes, it will be our own fault."
"Colonel Lane, continuing to be stationed at this critical juncture is crucial to our victory. You understand that, don't you?"
The words of the senior imperial staff officer made the colonel nod. In many cases, the position of the staff officer in the Imperial Guard is independent of the imperial officers. Therefore, the staff officer has considerable say.
In many cases, the relationship between staff and soldiers is more intimate and closer than the relationship between imperial officers and soldiers. Of course, such a relationship may also be maintained by explosive bombs.
"Since the staff officer said it, I can't refute it, but no matter what, I will take my soldiers with me. They will absolutely obey. Moreover, if something goes wrong in this matter, the 143rd Partoria Guard Regiment will also be punished. Liability is implicated," Ryan replied.
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer could feel the comradeship in it. At the end of this dark 40th millennium, two unrelated worlds and completely different civilizations in the empire understood each other at this moment.
This is the charm of the Imperial Guard, and why humanity can continue to this day in this cruel galaxy.
Alan Bair saluted. "As high as the Emperor is, our friendship will never change."
Ryan replied. "If Skadi is in trouble one day, the 143rd Regiment of the Partorian Guards will never retreat and will provide support as quickly as possible."
Alan Beyer retorted. "I will not let my hometown be reduced to this, and I will not let my sector fall into misery. Even if Abaddon comes, he can only crawl back to the Eye of Terror in front of the Emperor's Hammer."
Colonel Lane smiled. "I believe you, you will definitely do that."
Alan Bayer did not answer. He acquiesced. This was the confidence of the Skadi Fourth Regiment and his confidence in his own soldiers.
"Now, anyone who is willing to follow me to collect supplies will go out."
The sound of neat military shoes echoed in the camp, and Alan Bair cursed. "I'm not asking you to take a step forward. Did you hear me wrong?"
The 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Partoria Regiment responded in unison. "No, sir, we are all obliged to do so."
Alan Bair sighed. "Okay, pick it yourself."
Whether it was with good intentions or malice, Alan Bayer felt that this was definitely not a fault, so he was quite moved, but with limited energy, he could only look for people who seemed to be able to bring a lot of things.
After selecting a few big men, Alan Bayer knew their names very well. Within the Imperial Guard, normally it would be difficult for a commander to remember soldiers at the rank of second lieutenant, but Alan Bayer could remember the names of thousands of his non-commissioned officers. The name, because they had fought alongside him and were the last to survive, he chose the one he trusted.
The soldiers who were called on were smiling because they were going to save their troops. Even if they had to move things, their hearts felt sweet.
Alan Bair understands that for the Imperial Guard, there is no place more like home than the army. This is equivalent to having no food at home and going to make money.
When the dark ship door was illuminated and driven by the untouchable's ability, those demons and distortions disappeared, far superior to countless psykers. Of course, he could not activate next to the psykers, otherwise those humanoid subspace rifts He might just go berserk.
Entering the once frightening place, the lumen lights of dozens of people illuminated the place as if it were daytime. Although the soldiers were not used to the uncomfortable feeling of the commander, they still knew that they could not leave him.
The steps of military boots echoed in the battleship, the dark road was illuminated by light, and the storage room was emptied. The food of the dark age was under the influence of subspace. Many genetically programmed starch foods and canned food can still be eaten, and subspace It has little impact on them. There must be intelligent creatures in the subspace, and only those with souls will feel uncomfortable.
Of course, it may also be because of the ability of the untouchable to dissipate the spiritual energy attached to it. After all, the real universe is still a material world, not as disorderly and terrifying as in the subspace.
The soldiers happily filled their backpacks. In order to save money, many people directly picked up food and filled it into their stomachs. The sound of chewing continued. The pure water stored by humans in the Dark Ages was also opened and poured into the soldiers' stomachs. In the belly.
As for the possible lesions on those things, this is unavoidable, but the canned water and the material science of the dark age should still be edible. Alan Bayer tasted a little and the taste was pretty good, sour and sweet. Sweet meats or salty vegetables.
This storage room is very large. In addition to food, there are also many electronic equipment for entertainment. However, it has become completely scrap metal now. Even if all those things are removed, the available food here can still support the elite of the Imperial Guard. Stay for another half month.
"Leave some space, don't stuff it all with food, keep your hands empty, and wait for better things when we go somewhere." Alan Bayer emphasized that the soldiers were very interested in hearing that it was better than food.
Chirp asked. "Boss, what do we get?"
Individual veterans know their commander's character very well. "The boss has probably dug up something good again. The priests of the Mechanicus couldn't get it after asking for it. The boss just got it at his fingertips."
"Boss, are you interested in working for the Mechanicus after you retire?"
Alan Beyer laughed out loud. "They, they just waste things and kowtow to those ancient treasures. If those weapons can be put into the hands of Imperial soldiers correctly, whether they are Astartes or Astra Militarum, they can cause pain to the enemies of the Empire. .”
"But they have various doubts. For example, this technology is very dangerous, and it may be corrupted by subspace. I am a rather vulgar person. I only care about whether this thing can kill aliens."
The soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment nodded, and although the 143rd Regiment of the Parttorian Guards with strong discipline did not say it out loud, they agreed in their hearts. If those things could kill the aliens, they would be willing to endure part of the cost.
The empire's worship of sacrifice, force and battle has been deeply rooted in the bones. Although the action of the oil guy is logical, it is not really widely recognized. For thousands of men and women in the empire, living is more important than the cost.
Then Alan Bayer took them to the place where farm tools were stored, and the soldiers' eyes were already straight. "Power weapons?"
"Are these the treasures of the Empire that only Captain Astartes can use?"
"Hmm... looks weird? A bit like those in the agricultural world..." The veteran of Skadi's fourth regiment followed Alan Bair around. Now he has a lot of knowledge, and he quickly realized that something was wrong.
But the destructive stance of power weapons is invaluable to today's Imperium...
Then they suddenly discovered that Alan Bair actually took out metal throne coins and stuffed them into their hands.
"Ahem, this is what I hired you to excavate. The discovery, mining, and practical use here did not consume the power of the Imperial Guard, do you understand?"
The soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment instantly understood. The soldiers of the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards secretly cursed, "You idiot", and then put away those throne coins.
Alan Bair is very good at tax evasion, and the soldiers can't say anything. Plus, they are all their own people here, so even if the inquisitor comes, don't even think about taking more!
In this way, those pitchforks, scythes, and shovels were brought back to the camp and returned fully loaded. Today, the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment rarely had a full meal...
In this dark 40th millennium, the former glory and honor of mankind have all been covered by a long time, but there are still people who inherit those golden wills and continue to this day...
Until the Astartes warriors returned one after another after patrolling, their armors still had blood, and the blades of the chainswords were changed again and again. Before the maintenance began, mortals stuffed them with shovels, hammers, sickles, pitchforks, etc. , when they were confused and ready to get angry, they discovered that this thing seemed to be a power weapon?
Alan Bair said to the soldiers of the Destruction Eagle Chapter. "Comrades, the struggle continues, for the empire, raise the sickle and hammer!" Could the golden will inherited by Alan Bayer be red?
I am a headliner
(End of chapter)