Chapter 171: Reunion with the Adjutant’s Legacy
Alan Bair also didn't expect that his badge could be used, probably because the core of it also has anti-psionic energy, and the special genes of the untouchables are programmed into it. Those things are like dark black holes that incorporate psychic energy into it. .
In narrow tunnels, this effect becomes even more powerful. In the words of soldiers, the body odor cannot escape, as if it is constantly hitting between metals, attacking their nasal cavities and nerves.
But this incident brought about the much-coveted victory. After the servitors were quickly cleared, the entire tower was immediately suppressed. Those bastards who rudely attacked the Imperial Guard and the mechanical heretics who took away the life force of the loyal were quickly eliminated. In just a few hours, the most hidden and core areas were discovered by the Imperial Guard.
In front of the dark area, the innermost area of the hidden tower, the thick adamantine door and walls are almost indestructible. The defense of this room is comparable to the armor of the Imperial Baneblade, but the Imperial Guard is already surrounding it, and they are crawling here. , like bloodthirsty snakes, their leader looked at the door painted with bones and gears.
"The heretic's last stronghold here..." He wasn't sure, and he wasn't sure what was behind. The wall was too thick, and even if his anti-psionic ability allowed the auspicious device to operate normally, he couldn't see clearly what was behind.
When they tear open the inside, it makes people feel a little uneasy whether they are facing an enemy or something else.
After all, the guy on the other side is the Oil Guy. God knows what those lunatics will do. Even ordinary people will go crazy in desperate moments. And for high-end scientific researchers like the Oil Guy, it is just a normal operation for the entire bomb to die with the Imperial Guard. After all, everyone in the Empire is Know what will happen to traitors.
The Adeptus Mechanicus presumably knew his end when the Imperial Guard showed up and attempted to kill him.
Because the oil guy has a common thirst for knowledge, his desire for life is much stronger than that of normal citizens of the empire. Alan Bayer didn't know what to do with this oil guy for a moment.
Then he decided to leave him alone. "The engineering troops welded the door shut with a welding gun, and then we retreated."
A few guys from the engineering team had unknowingly become proficient in all kinds of civil engineering groceries. After all, they were the only engineers with professional backgrounds in Skadi, and the others were all at the level of welding their own wires in the nest city.
Skadi's biggest shortcoming may be that he doesn't have many talents. This talent should not be those hive guys who are full of martial arts but have a pit in their brains, or civil servants who are useless except for their brains, but the elites of the Imperial Guard who can really put themselves on the stage. officer.
Although the quality of individual soldiers is extremely high, only the staff officers have formal backgrounds, and the other most academic qualifications are at the level of a pdf training camp. But now that Skadi has been destroyed, it is impossible for Skadi's only regiment to find educated noble officers to supplement them. manpower.
Forget it, the combat field is not useless at all. Generally speaking, after the blue sparks flashed in darkness and the sizzling sound, Alan Bayer still felt uneasy, and asked a few people to push a lot of instruments next to it. Go to the door and tie it up with the oversized black pipes that can be seen everywhere on Imperial equipment to make it one.
Alan Bair kicked something in front of him fiercely and remained motionless. You must know that his current strength may be about the same as that of a green-skinned boss. "Well, even if there is a company of Ogryns inside, they probably won't be able to get out."
He clapped his hands. "Take out civilian relief supplies and let's go down below to help the civilians."
"Move, move, make sure the area is clear." He picked up his weapon and found the line interface of this place. A blast of heat cut off the power here. The loss was actually not big. The equipment inside was still normal, but But it can make this place paralyzed for a short period of time because there is no command system, and there is no possibility for this sage to regain his strength.
It can't be considered a complete victory, but after the Governor activated the ability of the demonic machine, the strategic value of this place was no longer enough for the Imperial Guard to take risks. After all, there wouldn't be multiple command points to capture this place.
It's just that the oil guy won't starve to death easily, nor will he lack oxygen. He may probably live here for a while, but he won't have any excrement. If he doesn't destroy the command room building due to mental problems, then wait for the Empire It should have been pretty clean when the Guards reclaimed it.
They are not demons. Just enough profit is enough. Efficiency comes first. Clean this place to ensure the safety of citizens. The rebels can continue things if they still have the energy to spare. Human civilization at the end of this dark forty millennium has no so-called spare energy. No matter what terms of preferential treatment the enemy has, killing them is the greatest mercy.
Because they caused greater losses to the citizens of the empire, howling all over the land, corpses and death filled the air under this dark tower, the hill of corpses was mixed with the organizations of the Mechanicus servitors, you couldn't tell how many of those things were there After all, the arms of people shot by large-caliber automatic ejectors (common name for automatic firearms) are almost broken.
Because the zenith inside the hive city hinders the hot climate of this world, the dryness is also moistened by blood and steam, raindrops and wars. Those flesh and blood give off a slightly rotten smell, red and white, if it were not for the clothes on those things, It feels like a slaughterhouse.
People are no longer human, they have no dignity, and there is no room for respect for life. In other words, the battlefield is a slaughterhouse, and the Skadi people, the few Skadi people still alive in the entire universe are all butchers.
If there really is a so-called paradise, Alan Bair knew very well that he could not go up. In order to ensure that the rotting body would not bring diseases, he looked at the sweepers in the army, usually Skadi's ninth company. Organize weapons, loot, and clean up corpses...
This is not the first time that the promethium flames have burned the body. Normally, there are more aliens and heretics. At this moment, the body of the loyalist is still burning like that. There is a crackling sound and the carbonized breath, and the raindrops hit the corpse. The flames, fat, flesh and blood fibers, and other things gave off a suffocating feeling, and the black smoke slowly rose upwards.
Alan Bayer came like a monarch, and the black tower became his castle, like a king from the feudal world. Whether it was his temperament or his gorgeous military uniforms, in order to appease the emotions of the citizens of the empire, he even changed the one that had not been changed for a century. The green helmet was replaced by the empire's orthodox war lord's cap, gorgeous and inlaid with a skull and eagle emblem, holy and powerful.
He is the saint of the emperor and the angel who decides life and death. Now he has fallen into the mortal world, and the land he has stepped on is the chaos of war. For mortals, the Imperial Guard is the strongest combat power they can expect, and other Those, like the Astartes, the Battle Sisters, the Titan Legions, etc. are just legends.
They kneel on one knee, even if their clothes are in rags, even if they are wounded, even if they have just fought a heretic, to them the Imperial Guard is the presence of the Emperor himself, and that will not change until they die, until they are exhausted.
Alan Bayer just took off his hat and bowed to those corpses, because their efforts made the war go so smoothly. Although they were just smoke floating into the sky at the moment, the efforts and blood they spilled made people sigh.
If there is light in this dark galaxy, then the only two sources of light are the Emperor and Sacrifice. They deserve the tribute of the Imperial Guard and the sacrifice is worth it.
Now that victory has come, the Emperor's light shines on the ground again, but those people can no longer see it. When the Skadi people hold the "Emperor Brick" and the cowhide prayer, they walk up to the kneeling warrior. , handed over the supplies to the refugees, and the kneeling citizens realized that they were not fighters, and that the group of people in front of them were the real fighters.
"Emperor..." A "former soldier" lowered his head and stuffed the food into his mouth. This thing was actually not delicious, but accepting this food meant that they were no longer soldiers. They put down their responsibilities and returned to After becoming citizens, they only need to think about how to redeem themselves.
Some people chanted prayers, some swallowed food, and most of the veterans who had served were dead. They were obviously the ones who could survive, but those people would not be timid about heresy. War was their destiny. Maybe.
Death is not terrible, sometimes it is cruel not to die properly. In this dark void, dying on the battlefield is something you can only dream of. If they fall into the hands of heretics, if they are controlled by aliens, what kind of pain will they experience...
It is not easy for them to survive now, but Alan Bayer saw that some people did not eat the food and did not sing the dossier. Only two people, in the second row of tens of thousands of refugees, slowly died in Alan Bayer. They are seen in the crowd as the mascot patrols.
A girl, underage, with fairly gorgeous and pretty clothes, and a clean and energetic face. If she was at least junior high school age in her previous life, the other person was wearing dusty clothes, the clothes of a rebel army. She was a young man, no more than three years old. ten.
"Why don't you eat it?"? Alan Bair asked with interest.
The girl answered. "I want to find my father."
the soldier replied. "I have unresolved matters with heretics."
Alan Beyer thought for a moment. "So do you all have your own responsibilities? So, how much information do you know, and how much is it worth to me?"
the young man replied. "I know the situation of the war. I know all the battles here and have experienced them. I will never let you down, respected Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard."
Alan Beyer asked. "Do you still recognize military ranks?"
said one of the young men. "My father was a priest, but he didn't want me to become a cogboy, and he gave me two years of military training on this world's moons and in the Imperial Guard, hoping that I could join the Skitarii."
"I can also recognize those symbols of respect."
Alan Bair suddenly shouted. "If there is a group of heretics in front of you, the number of enemies is greater than yours, the terrain is plain, and your troops only have infantry, how should you deal with it?"
The man answered immediately. "For skirmishers, keep a certain distance, one company at a time, and ask the company chief of staff to enter Chimera for command and encouragement. If the radio is clear, the distance can be expanded. If not, keep a team of 100 meters, and have the opportunity to dig trenches. Just dig out defense equipment in advance, judge whether there is backup based on the situation, stick to your position, and adapt to changes.”
Alan Bayer asked again. "What should you do if the enemy is shelling?"
He answered immediately. "Judge the enemy based on the scale of the bombing and the exploding projectiles. If the bombing is less powerful, you can hide at the bottom of the Chimera armored vehicle. If it is more powerful, let the soldiers hide inside the crater, and then gather the distance between the troops so that they will not desert due to a collapse in morale. .”
"If there is no alliance support, you can try to practice tactical misdirection of the troops in the peripheral areas, pouring firepower to make the enemy miscalculate the range."
Alan Bayer said. "Are you putting your soldiers at risk? Do you want to use those brothers from the fringe troops to win victory?!" He looked at the young man, who was obviously timid.
"I..." He swallowed, his eyes wandering, but suddenly he took a deep breath and stood up again. "Yes, I was taught this way. I don't know if this is right or not, but if I were really on the battlefield, I would abandon them for the sake of victory!"
Alan Bayer nodded, the previous questions didn't matter, only this last little test was right. If he couldn't make up his mind, he would get nothing.
"Join the regiment, new soldier, your military rank is private, ask the chief of staff for your rank!"
The young man nodded, stood at attention, performed the Sky Eagle Salute, and then walked out of his new home without hesitation, because his father had died in civil strife, because his home had nothing left, because a veteran of the Imperial Guard risked his life to save him, because he He lives for war, because his fate has been entangled in the thread of gun smoke.
And when Alan Beyer looked at the little girl, the little girl took a step forward. "My name is Arya, Mr. Officer. My father is a mechanical sage. He adopted me on the battlefield..." Her eyes were filled with tears and her words were choked, but she spoke clearly, and her beautiful Gothic dress was full of tears. There was such a mess, even blood, that it was hard to imagine how she survived.
Alan Baier wanted to calm this guy down at this moment, but the second lieutenant suddenly pushed away his commander. Alan Baier originally wanted to use his strength to make this guy with no eyesight eat shit. After all, his physical strength is now comparable to that of a monster, but The second lieutenant said. "Arya?!"
The girl also spoke. "It's Uncle Sentinel!"
The lieutenant's face hardened. "I'm only 23..."
Arya said strangely. "I think the Lieutenant Colonel is much younger than you."
Alan Bayer discovered that this child had not only been listening to the conversation between him and the soldier just now, but her tears had also dissipated completely. Was this guy pretending to be pitiful before?
Interesting…
"Do you have any information?" he asked.
The little girl patted her skirt. "My father and I have visited many places before. I know that the heavy firepower in this area is stored there. I remember it is called an earth-shaking cannon. If the lieutenant colonel gets it, it can kill many heretics!" Her eyes were a bit scary, Anyway, it doesn’t look like what a child should do.
Alan Bayer sighed again, maybe all the humans in this world are crazy. "Okay, take me to find it, and I'll show you how many heretics we can kill!"
He also showed a "kind" smile, and looked as if he was going to eat the traitors alive. In this dark universe, there seemed to be no one whose "drawing style" was not a "villain". (End of chapter)