Chapter 125 The premise for joint operations: the ambush begins
The two old comrades beside Alan Bayer instantly cast expressions of suspicion and a hint of fear. Although there was a joke in it, Lieutenant Colonel Alan also felt uncomfortable.
John said. "Um, aren't the orcs here just the boss's underlings?"
It was rare that the staff officer did not speak for Alan Bayer. Obviously, it was difficult for people to think that this situation was normal. Alan Bayer answered. "The two things I hate most in my life are heretics and aliens."
In his heart, he thought, the orc opposite was so scheming, using such means to get himself interrogated by the Inquisition, and committing murder with a borrowed knife, how insidious it was.
He looked at the orc carefully. He was not big, but he was in a high position. This thought probably helped him a lot, and he had to make Alan Bayer start thinking about the feasibility of this cooperation.
There is nothing more hateful than being betrayed, not to mention that the aliens have already set a precedent for the Empire. If they can help according to the contract when the Iron Man rebels, mankind will definitely be better now, but the only thing waiting for mankind is them after the subspace seals the route. betrayal, and enslavement of mankind.
He pointed at the orc boss. "I have a blood feud with you, and it hasn't been a day or two. If you think such a little trick can gain sympathy or make me disliked by my fellow empire members, then stop it now."
The one-eyed second generation was in trouble and couldn't tell what little tricks he was playing. He really wanted to lead the boys and waaagh with the humans in front of him. If it weren't for the different races, the one-eyed second generation would have probably bowed down instead of still being in a negotiating position.
Orcs are an extremely strong race. No matter when, where, why, or for whatever reason, as long as they gather together, they will involuntarily start to compete with their own strength and the strength of others. As long as you are recognized by them as a strong one, no matter what your race or what you are, They will all respect you.
In the eyes of the second generation One-Eye, the current One-Eye tribe has no ability to compare with the popular Skadi's only group. And he, although he feels that the human boss in front of him has an element of luck in defeating One-Eye, but the human in front of him is that The only fierce man who can compete with the boss in strategy for a while.
The special operations boy under him (Catachan) and that terrible can, (Blood Angel), are among the most ruthless greenskins. Anyway, he felt that he had already collapsed in such a cruel situation.
Respect and fear are things that cannot be false, he could only answer at this moment. "Yes, boss."
In Alan Bayer's eyes, he just didn't want to change at all, he was really an old fool...
"Okay, let's talk about cooperation now. First, we will send technical priests and company-level staff officers (zw) to the garrison. According to the size of one person in your company, one staff officer will be paired with a team of about 10 people. This paragraph We will take care of their food and clothing during the time, you just need to open the warehouse door.”
"The staff officers are responsible for supervising you. I ask that you have sufficient recognition and obedience to them. The priests will modify your heretical battleships to make them look the same as the imperial troops."
"If our contract is opened, then I ask that you cannot meet directly with Imperial soldiers, but you must call yourself Dust Warriors, former Imperial Guards or something, pretending to be brave loyalists."
The one-eyed second generation answered immediately. "No, even for a boss like you, we... and the location of our base need to be kept secret! You!..."
Alan Bayer immediately interrupted, and then took out the star map, which marked the location of the planetary belt, which was undoubtedly the stronghold of the orcs.
"Next time, tell your boys to remember that even if thousands of people die, you must maintain your tactics. This is why I agreed to the alliance. The empire had the upper hand from the beginning, boy."
One-Eye was silent, and he showed a humane expression of sadness and timidity, which made him seem to be an intelligent creature. At least to the people of the Empire, orcs were not considered intelligent creatures.
Compared with the so-called stationing, control, and supervision, One-Eye only cares about his failure. In the comparison between him and humans, the first game was a tragic failure. If those humans attacked with superior force, the orcs would definitely die cleanly.
As a war leader, the new generation of One-Eye has learned emotions and responsibilities that most orcs do not know in the narrow and painful lack of resources.
He could feel that he was almost suffocating because of the destruction of his tribe, and large beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
But don't sympathize with him because of such feelings. Orcs don't have that kind of emotion. Their plant heads only have killing and death. Such emotions are entirely due to the green skin's adaptation to the current environment after analysis.
Imperial scholars once spent a long time collecting the conditions of the green skins during the vast journey of the empire. What is amazing is that it took humans tens of thousands of years to adapt to and barely coexist with a certain world, but the green skins only needed one generation to do it.
The void is vast, and there are all kinds of weird worlds and twisted things. The orcs' tolerance and adaptability to its existence are extremely terrifying. Therefore, the second-generation One-Eye "evolved" a sense of responsibility that is far superior to that of the ordinary orcs, just like his boys There is a tolerance for military regulations that far exceeds that of ordinary orcs.
This is for survival, cruel and indifferent, orcs will never have so-called kindness and human emotions, nothing more.
But this emotion now drove the orc to move forward and speak towards the thing he feared most. He found his arrogance and strength, sitting in front of the most powerful creature he had ever seen, and spoke with integrity. "You can't do it."
Alan Beyer replied. "Really?"
"Where does your confidence come from, do you rely on your damn alien creations or your hungry orc boys? Don't you think you can do things that the one-eyed man who once occupied the entire world couldn't do?"
The one-eyed second generation swallowed. "Of course we can. We crawled out of a hell without any resources, not even sunshine, relying on iron-like discipline and combat effectiveness instead of just waiting to die."
"If we really fight, we won't lose!"
Courage and confidence are all things forced out by survival. The breath of blood permeates this hall again. Whether it is the orcs here, the planetary governor, or the staff, they all climbed down from the battlefield. They touch their weapons, and the beasts People are also ready to move.
The alliance was too weak, and just a hint of tension would develop into a war, but Alan Bayer had no choice. He slammed the metal table, and the violent sound was transmitted.
"Shut up and stop!"
Quiet, as quiet as death, both the Imperial Guard and the Orcs have respect for the young man in front of them. If they really have the basis for unity, then it is definitely Alan Bair himself, if you look at it like this.
Then he actually still bears the responsibility of the war leader in the orc tribe, unifying and dominating. Without him, the Imperial Guard would never agree to negotiate with the orcs. Without him, the orcs may not be able to help humans honestly, but with Ai In Lambert's case, things are really coming to life.
The chance to defeat the Blackheart King, and even after the Imperial forces from other sectors arrive, they can counterattack the Maelstrom and let the light of the Empire shine in the void.
"So, do you have any objections to the dispatch? Orcs?" Alan Bair spoke.
One Eye swallowed. "No, but I have a request. Humans must be responsible for the food supply of the orcs, or arrange a world full of sunshine for us."
Alan Beyer replied. "A world, no, a satellite, no, an asteroid belt close to a star is not enough. Don't even think about it. If there is a war, we will provide food. You can take care of your own daily affairs."
It was impossible for him to hand over the food produced by the empire to the aliens. He only relied on the almost non-binding contract. If the Black Heart King's fleet had not invaded, then the empire would have just been breeding orcs in vain.
But the previously weak One Eye shouted under the pressure of survival and sense of responsibility. "No! We need food!"
This is great courage. For him, this time he surpassed his teacher, the first generation One-Eye, but Alan Bayer was thinking.
"In other words, you can give your labor in exchange for food, right?"
"You are useless for nothing except war, but your big arms can do other things, it should be like this..."
Alan Beyer looked at John. "Hasn't the mining of the recent asteroid mines come to a standstill? Let the orcs station it, and then find someone to calculate how much minerals the mine's space area can produce. According to that standard, we will take 9 out of 10 and let the orcs do it. ”
"At the same time, basic food supplies are provided to the workers as the only reward. In other words, the orcs sent to the mine can not only eat enough, but also bring back minerals."
John Dean nodded. "That's true, but the pilot of the transport ship will see the orcs..."
Alan Beyer replied. "Let the pilots of the Skadi Sole Regiment do it. The alliance with the orcs is not a secret in the Skadi Sole Regiment. As for leaking the news, there is no airtight wall in this world."
Alan Bayer knows very well that the best way to deal with the Inquisitor is to pretend to be stupid. Being useful to the Empire is the criterion. Regarding alien matters, the Empire is definitely not as strict as betrayal. When faced with the invasion of the heretic army, the Inquisition will also open its arms. One eye is closed.
As long as he's not so stupid that he shouts all over the street and then does something to cover up the noise, that's fine.
The one-eyed second generation is excited. There is no doubt that such a plan can reduce his food loss by half and get a place to live. Although the minerals will be mined and the orcs will be squeezed, if the boys work until they are tired, they will It can vent their restless hearts.
Secondly, the minerals in their current stronghold have been greatly mined in a short period of time, and they are already stretched thin. A little supply is also a good thing.
This proposal is beneficial to both parties. Alan Bair has a sharp and accurate idea. Humans need labor and allies, and the orcs need survival and supplies. The only ones who are oppressed here are probably the newly born orc boys, but for today For the one-eyed tribe, there is no difference at all whether it is a human mine or an orc mine.
Think for a while. "I agree."
John could only answer. "I agree too."
In this process, Alan Bayer is actually more like a witness, a mediator, or even a trader than a participant. This state is definitely unhealthy. No one can be a player and make rules at the same time. That kind of thing is just for self-entertainment, but Alan Bair knew very well that the alliance between humans and orcs would never last long.
It is complex, written in High Gothic with serious word order, with repetitions in Low Gothic and repetition in Orcish. The appendix alone contains 5 pieces of information with a length of 6,000 words, and it was so tiring that several civil officials died suddenly.
Finally, the handover and alliance treaty were completed within three days. According to records, the orcs provided manpower and war assistance, humans provided permanent military guidance, machine maintenance guidance, and workplaces, and 90% of the income from the orcs' labor belonged to the human empire, at a minimum, under certain circumstances. Not less than 70%.
What follows is a strange peace. Peace is simply the rarest thing in this void, but everyone knows that a storm is coming, and the first place to cause commotion is the forging world on the westernmost side of the star system where Gundwa VI is located. War outposts, not even Astra Militarum fortresses, suddenly lost contact.
In the highly tense forge world, Ray Walha immediately contacted Gondvar VI. The Astra Militarum led by Vice Admiral Makator, the Imperial Navy, and the Gondvar sub-sector auxiliary fleet moved forward and stationed at the border. In total, 5 destroyers, 6 cruisers, 3 battleships, a total of 14, plus Bordeaux, 15 battleships.
The Orcs can now provide 1 battleship, 3 cruisers, and 5 destroyers as reinforcements hidden in the nearby space.
24, and the destroyer content is extremely large, which is definitely not an advantageous force. The only regiment of Skadi landed as a ship-borne regiment, as a ground defense force, and Lieutenant General Marcato's Pangia Second Armored Regiment, Lounga Together with the 12th Gray Infantry Regiment, we protect the world.
The brown earth that smells like burning promethium is filled with alloys and garbage. Countless slave workers and servitors are moving things on the ground. Huge gears and the gear standards of the holy God of All Machines or golden clocks are shining in the main world here.
Lieutenant General Marcato needs to command the space operations, and the 1st Armored Regiment of Pangea and the 12th Regiment of Luengahui will all be transferred to the command of Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, but even so, letting General Marcato command the battleship will still be It was a helpless move without a command.
Operations of this scale are generally planned by the commander of the Ministry of Military Affairs, rather than a general-level official.
And the group army is not something that a lieutenant colonel like Alan Bayer should control. It is ridiculous to say that the commanders of the Pangiaci and Lorne and Gray regiments are still colonels...
Even so, atop the starport filled with the smell of exhaust gas, Alan Bayer was still wearing a military uniform, and with the help of senior staff officers, he told the soldiers his thoughts.
His words were sonorous and powerful. "Your Majesty the Emperor, soldiers of the Imperial Guard, you are loyal, strong, and invincible, and the traitors are coming. Although I have defeated them, I will not be arrogant."
"There is a saying in my hometown that a proud soldier will be defeated, but I hope you can be not proud, but loyal. Remember, we humans were once so great that the galaxy trembled. If the Emperor's plan is completed..."
"You." He pointed at a soldier. "You could be a baker, and you." He pointed to the other. "You can be a boss and sell candy like a child."
"We should not be here fighting against the enemies of humanity. If the Emperor succeeds, even the worst nightmares will be far away, and humanity can live in peace and the joy of victory for thousands of years. But in the end, some of our compatriots I trusted the words of the demon and betrayed the God Emperor.”
"Today, everything is a done deal. You and I are involved in this terrible war that will never end. The root of everything is the stupidity of those traitors. Their short-sightedness cannot see the emperor's will. Their shallow Faith cannot remain loyal to the Lord of Mankind.”
"Those stupid things cut off our future, and now they owe us everything they owe us."
"For the Emperor! For Humanity!" he shouted.
At this moment, four regiments, about 100,000 people, roared in the star port with a voice that shook the sky. "For the Emperor!"
Re-reading the works of Master Hayao Miyazaki, I think the most impressive thing about the portrayal of women in them is the voices. They are all natural female voices, not the "clips" in most of the dramas nowadays. I think clips are " "Young" and "weakened", but now it is the social aesthetic. It seems that Master Hayao Miyazaki has a far-sighted vision and has seen the future of women. No, it should be the past.
Even the human empire is very equal between men and women, with female planetary governors and female judges. In such desperate circumstances, inequality must be equal, because equality is not a privilege, but a sharing. (Actually, I played Minecraft for a day)
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