Chapter 185 The incoming pirate army
The Iron Gate is suspended in the void. This powerful Mechanicum creation has become Pan Lan's last legacy. Its volcano cannon can no longer be repaired due to the collapse of the rare special crystals inside, but it is still good as a drifting port and fire blockade.
Hundreds of warships surround it, and civilian ships also come in and out. The metal engines are like having a bonfire party. The shining steel gate has become their focus. Those war engines have been gathering here during this time. Loyalists from all walks of life, there are dozens of them in a star system, what about the entire star region?
Even after experiencing war and civil strife, there are still hundreds of warships loyally gathering at the place where pirates will attack.
They are guarding Mandeville Point like door gods. The emperor's steel city guards the last key point of the empire. At this moment, due to the continuous development and the navy's development of this area for the people, it has become a good free port.
As soldiers, the Skadi people have returned from Panlan for a while, but now in the conference room, Marcato handed Alan Bair's favorite coffee with interest. "How does it feel to have a Forge World under your protection?"
Alan Bayer is not surprised. You must know that this is his territory. What kind of messy transactions can be hidden from the commander-in-chief of the empire who can only cover the sky with one hand?
Without this control, cults would have spread all over this sector, and demons would have appeared everywhere.
He took a bottle of hand-ground coffee bought from civilians outside, tore open the waterproof paper bag, enjoying the touch of the oily paper on his fingers, and then carefully poured the artificial caffeine into his military kettle and shook it, smelling the unique smell inside the Steel Gate. The smell of promethium.
Although he prefers living in Bordero, he still needs to come here and join the deployment and command of the Astra Militarum.
"I found something." There was no one around, and there would be no surveillance here. Alan Bayer handed over the letter, and Marcato took it, his expression changed, and then he accepted it.
"I'll send someone to take care of this matter."
Alan Beyer replied. "I need to know the process."
Makato looked troubled, and then said. "If you want to follow up later, go to the pub where you took the second lieutenant to yesterday to ask about the situation."
Alan Bair nodded, and they pretended that this thing no longer existed.
Makato is willing to give him such rights simply because he has become so important. Compared to Makato's subordinates, he is more like a war lord independent of the commander, with his own soldiers and even an independent territory.
There are still some shortcomings in terms of battleships, but if he wants to, he can definitely separate a group of people and become his own Void Humpback.
But status means responsibility. The commander-in-chief has great responsibilities and brings a lot of trouble. Naturally, Alan Bayer knows it. However, Marcato has not been corrupted by power. He knows very well what the empire needs now, an invincible The fleet protects the lifeblood of this star region and is also the way to resist the Red Pirates' invasion of the Sun Star Territory.
Makato put away those things. At this moment, the uniform of the Imperial Lieutenant General showed his authority. At least in this sector, this "weak" place, there is no death recruitment world like Catachan, nor is there a world like Mars. A huge world of production where only will and unity hold the battle line.
He is the kingdom here. Later, in the command room, the war lords who came from all over the sector were dukes and princes. Many of them had military ranks similar to Makato's, or even higher than him. They also had several battle groups under their command. , hundreds and dozens of battleships.
Those war lords raised their heads high. They came all the way here just to liquidate the sins of the Red Pirates, but Makato had the highest and strongest position among them, because the large amount of materials produced by the planetary trade system headed by Gondeva VI made him "Wealth" has reached its limit.
Now that the Empire's weak control over this sector has completely collapsed under the invasion of the Red Pirates, the Astra Militarum princes from all over the world are the only fighting force in this sector.
They have no Astartes, no battle sisters of the Empire, and can only use legions of mortals to counteract that invincible thing.
But heretics are heretics. In the hall of the Steel Gate, which is full of loyalists, there is green blood that has not been wiped clean on the metal walls. It has been weathered and cracked, telling the story of what kind of tough guys the people here are.
Makato traced his finger across the dark green star map. "The enemy will jump to approximately this location in the subspace during this time." A huge black machine appeared on the screen, a monster at the level of a planetary engine. It was also the honor of the soldiers in this sector, their miracle, and the destroyed Ark of Omen.
"This huge monster, the Heretic Engine, once threatened us. Now it is scrap metal, but even so, it is still an excellent enemy stronghold. We do not have the ability to deal with this thing. Currently we can only monitor this area, but this paragraph I have sent destroyers to regain control there, and the news will be updated soon.”
Seeing this monster, war lords from all over the world looked unhappy. Everyone in the Eye of Terror knew the fame of the Ark of Omen. The legend of it within the empire made children stop crying and adults change their expressions upon hearing it.
"Its engine has been completely destroyed, and it is impossible for anything to restart it." Marcato introduced this matter quite proudly. After all, he can become the leader here, and a large part of it lies in this credit. , only thirty warships wiped out the Red Pirates advance force and one planetary engine. It was nothing more than a miracle gifted by the Emperor.
The other lords also had to admit that it was reassuring to have such a legion as their ally, but even so, Makato still had to throw out the bad news, tear it apart, and make it clear to others. .
"The subspace storm has become smaller and smaller during this period. According to our estimates, the Red Pirates' void fleet is ready. We don't know the number of enemies or their configuration, or even when they will come, but We can get this location point”
"Near the Ark of Evil Omen..."
"Ark of Bad Omen?" "Ark of Bad Omen..." The war lords began to murmur. They were all heroes in their own territory, and they had connections with each other. They were even acquaintances. They might all have graduated from the same military academy.
The Emperor's divine light guided them here, but it could not conceal their greed for life and fear of death.
Fear, people are destined to have fear. You cannot deny fear. It is fear that makes sacrifice great. Without cowardice, what is courage?
They are also human beings, and even war heroes would feel that such a huge planetary engine is force majeure, but Alan Bayer knows that they just lack an answer, an answer that makes them willing to sacrifice.
Hope, notch, anything. The empire lacked this.
Their cowardice at the moment was such a thing, a sense of despair that they could not see the future, but Alan Beyer stood up.
"Are you afraid?"
Those war lords are all fierce men. They are all imperial soldiers who have killed countless enemies. Who is this young man in front of him? That's... the Star of Terra emblem on his chest?
They all began to lower their heads and listen to the introduction of their adjutants. After all, there is a lot of information inside the empire, and you cannot expect them to know everything. They are commanders and soldiers, not intelligence officers.
When they finally understood, their expressions softened again. They might feel that the young man in front of them was so hot-blooded and ignorant, or they might actually have slightly complicated feelings towards this lieutenant colonel who had gone through a lot.
But there are those who are full of blood. "By the Emperor, no member of the Imperial Guard will die in vain. If our battle is hopeless, so what?"
"The enemy has the Ark of Omen as a cover. The machine soul of that evil planetary engine is still hostile to humans. We are also at a disadvantage in terms of military strength."
"If you think that you can gain victory by sacrificing in vain, then it is best for our cooperation to end here. The subspace storm subsides, and we can fly separately when disaster strikes."
His words were very extreme. He was young, a major, even less than thirty. He had fought hard during the war years and was full of blood. There was no doubt that this imperial officer had made great contributions after the subspace storm blocked the area in this cruel era. of.
As long as there is a war, someone who is lucky or capable will often climb up, but it is unclear whether he has real ability or is just luck.
Alan Beyer also threw away his pride. "I contacted Qi Fan, Commander-in-Chief of the Eastern Gulf of Damocles, and his legendary Chief of Staff Kane will also be here."
"Kaifas Kane?" Other officers and even generals were slightly moved by this name, Emperor's Miracle, Soldier, Chief of Staff Kane.
"Will he be our reinforcement?" asked the young officer.
Alan Bair nodded and said. "The star language I posted a year ago has received a reply some time ago. We only need to wait for about another week. They have already arrived at the outskirts of this star sector and will rely on the Mandeville Point of the current Steel Gate to jump in. .”
"The Astra Militarum from the Partoria sector will also come to assist."
The war lords couldn't sit still for a moment. The inability to sit still was not nervousness, but excitement. The empire has not had such a large-scale Imperial Guard march for thousands of years. If the three star regions are really united, the number of battleships is expected to reach An exaggerated number of thousands.
"Expedition...the expedition is coming!" A general said this word excitedly. For the imperial army, expedition is a word that can only be experienced in history, like the expedition of Sun Lord Macarius to regain the empire. Countless territories expand the area where the Star Torch can shine.
If this matter is really implemented, they will become history and be recorded in the history of the empire for thousands or tens of thousands of years. However, compared with being famous in history, the unity of the Imperial Guard is their most cherished hope.
The Empire is afraid of groups that are too powerful. Without the permission of the High Lord and the coordination of the Ministry of Military Affairs, it is almost impossible for the Astra Militarum to cooperate with each other across star regions. As a result, although the current Empire is huge, it can gather less energy. It's never been high.
That kind of excitement made the heroes of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but be happy, but those old guys had to ask. "What about the high lord's permission and supplies? If we rashly gather such a large force, we will be labeled as a heretic."
Alan Beyer just said. "What, what do you care about those bugs?"
"Insects? Those are the high lords of the empire..." muttered the officer who wanted to spend his old age peacefully.
Alan Beyer replied. "We only have this chance. The Red Pirates have brought us together. If we don't seize the opportunity to unite, we will completely lose all chances of victory."
"Are you worried about the arrogant orders of those old driftwoods who stand high above and slap the order of extermination, but you dare not join the huge legion that the Imperial Guard has rarely formed in hundreds of years to fire on the traitors who plundered your hometown?"
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The bloodiness is buried within the officers of the Imperial Guard. When they were young, they also used ammunition and sabers to win and kill the enemy. They were asked to choose, spend their old age in peace or take revenge. They hesitated but decided.
"Fuck those aliens!"
"For the Emperor!"
"Heresy!"
Yes, there are useless people in the empire, and there are also guys who rely on their family status and military school results to become imperial generals, but there is no doubt that the heroes of the empire standing here are not.
Warlords don't rely on the safe position of being a lapdog. They are better at shooting at the enemy accurately than groveling.
When Marcato looked at the situation at the moment, he also understood that the lieutenant colonel in front of him was more suitable to be a commander than him. At least until now he met him, the soldier's progress had been meteoric.
He wondered if he would need to abdicate one day, but he also understood that that day had not yet come. After all, the qualifications were there.
But Marcato was also happy enough. He looked at the tactical tablet and collected information and reports. The situation of the war became brighter. The Imperial Guards received assistance and changes everywhere. Although they were not invincible or invincible, they could still work for the Empire. Spend your life.
But good news doesn't come all the time. The God of Destiny is also stretching out his arm. The video from the front line is in his hands. He has to cough to interrupt the high-pitched atmosphere here.
"Everyone, look at the screen, the holographic instrument, we are alive."
The crows and magpies were silent, only the hum of equipment running, the priest linked the mechanical pipes, transmitted, chanted the troublesome bytes, praised the God of All Machines, praised the Ohm Messiah, and finally a light green holographic picture appeared in front of everyone.
In the empty space area, according to the label, the huge Ark of Omen has disappeared, and a faint light flashed, it was...
The dilapidated battleship is green? Um? Spikes and ruin, corruption and eight-pointed stars? A cultist or a heretic? !
The streamlined hull is glowing with light, and the jet-black sharp blade is, no, there is the scum of the Eldar clan, it looks like a seafood boat... titanium?
Until the vicious flagship arrived in the void, it was a strategic strike ship and a barge for the Space Marines, but now that sacred thing has become a disgusting heretic battleship.
The Red Pirates' barges carry colorful gadgets from different races, and the most loyal people in the Imperial Guard have to frown, because this means that the Red Pirates are using aliens.
"Unreasonable! They drive aliens to fight for themselves?!" the restless officer cursed. This is vicious, blasphemous, and blasphemous to the human race.
But Alan Beyer said. "The Red Pirates can let it go. Even if it's just this, this operation has made this battleship group huge. Without those aliens, this fleet would have shrunk by two-thirds!"
Yes, the number is too large, thousands of battleships, and there is no shortage of battleships. The difference in strength is almost irreversible!
The loyalists had to face this situation. Hundreds, to be precise, only four hundred, and mainly destroyers, the Imperial Navy, which had no previous cooperation experience, faced thousands of enemy warships.
But despair did not prevail. Instead, they looked forward to whether they could create a miracle that would go down in history if reinforcements arrived.
Makato shouted at this. "For the Emperor, let's do it!"
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