Chapter 190 The pirate alliance between the Tau and the Dark Eldar?
The Orc War lasted a little longer than the Imperial Navy imagined, but it was not far from expectations. But they did a good job, allowing the Empire to rest for a while. The war burned across the starry sky and never stopped, and those Orcs also completely Disappeared from the void, or to be precise, fled in all directions.
They will become the greatest enemy of mankind. A few hundred years later, war leaders will appear to lead them on a journey across the stars and seas. Then they will appear in front of mankind again, tirelessly staging war farces again and again.
This is their goal, to bury it in the genes, deep into the bone marrow, and remain unchanged for thousands of years.
Instead of sighing, the Red Pirates' troops are advancing again, a vague red dot appears on the auspicious omen, and the drumbeat of war is beating again. No one on the Steel Gate can enjoy that feeling, but at this moment, the war and the Skadi people It doesn't matter.
Because they had just finished the war with the orcs, and the repairs of the Bordero also needed time, they rested in their own camp area. The Letlings cooked the special cod fish soup, which tasted fresh and sweet.
He is not a traditional Letling, but the talent of his ancestors has not been discarded at all, and his cooking skills are buried in his heart. Even if he was brought to the forging world and read through thousands of years of changes, it would still remain stable.
The second lieutenant was eating his dinner, fiddling with the cold metal on the table boredly, feeling resentful about not joining the war, but everyone needed a rest, and he rarely became quiet.
Meal, and then exaggerated sleep. Bordello's cabin was full of people sleeping. Others either ate or ate just to sleep. The war was too urgent, and the high-intensity battleship battle lasted for several hours. The gunfire and machinery roared and trembled.
If the soldiers can still sleep in that situation...well, except for the Skadi veterans, after all, they have encountered situations like the Orc War and are familiar with them early. For them, sleeping too quietly is not right.
This is both good and tragic. The symptoms of PTSD are almost unavoidable. It is not difficult to imagine that when they retire, they may not be used to peace.
The good news is that there are so many places in the Empire where there are wars, and it is easy for them not to stop...until they die for the Emperor. Therefore, PTSD may not exist. They are always at war, and those madness are actually vigilance and foresight, because the enemy is always there. .
Amset is better than Snake Wine and has a richer taste, and this thing is very unique. It tastes different depending on the place of origin. In fact, distilled liquor made from genetically modified wheat is also called Amset, and genetically modified corn Too.
The difference in taste between them may be that of vodka and liquor, but at the end of this dark 40th millennium, humans can no longer control this.
War makes many things worse. Just a few decades can turn a dynasty into chaos. In the past, hundreds of years of war could be recorded in the annals of history, but now humans have to face tens of thousands of years of war. What can change? Is it bad?
When the only indicator of drunkenness is left, the Skadi talents are finally freed from the war for a moment.
Alan Bayer stirred the creamy fish soup. He was one of the few people who could sleep inside the battleship. Just a few hours of sleep could make him much more powerful than others, but this was also a curse. What could happen to people living in war? It may be healthy, but in this era, the entire empire is not healthy.
The staff officer sat in front of him and took out his private collection, some good dried meat, dried fruits and so on, which were suitable for this unusually quiet day.
"No more fighting, the Emperor bless me. I never thought I could rest for a few days in such a war."
"Give me some too, and I'll exchange them for dried meat."
Alan Beyer said. "Unfortunately, this is not the norm. It would be great if the enemy was willing to give us a holiday."
The two people smiled bitterly. For them, survival was a luxury. They ate dried meat packaged in bags, as if the war was far away at this moment.
Maintaining firearms, preparing weapons, and training shooting, people devote all their lives to war, and today is like a special day, and some people come smelling the smell of dried meat.
The young man was also an elite member of the Skadi regiment. He, the second lieutenant of the Skadi people, picked up a piece of dried meat with ease. “What’s good to eat here?”
Alan Beyer said. "What kind of good food is this? What if we can't find what we want to eat in Karu City?"
"This is not as good as fish soup, but the main meal is too little. Don't just eat it, have some amset."
The second lieutenant took some of his own water bottle and drank some. To be honest, the quality of the Amset that can be sent to the battlefield all depends on God's will. Generally speaking, only the best is required for 11 tax, but nowadays hundreds of battleships have to be maintained. In future wars involving tens of millions of people, the consumption may be astronomical.
The fuel used to transport a drop of wine alone has exceeded the wine itself. In order to maintain the huge demand, this thing has become more random in quality. It is yellow, almost like beer-like low-concentration distilled liquor. The yellow color is just a matter of preservation...
It is definitely not a good thing, but it is also the current situation of most of the supplies of the Imperial Guard today, and this kind of bad stuff is still a personal supply approved by the Ministry of Military Affairs for officers. In other words, the big soldiers below can't drink it, at least it must be at the school level. Only then can you taste such "yellow soup".
The second lieutenant took a sip of wine and a mouthful of dried meat but didn't care. A normal person can do this in front of his superiors, which is already a matter of courage, but he can drink and eat meat without changing his expression. This is one of the few things this guy can do. charm.
If the Skadi group did not have this living treasure, life would be a lot harder...
But suddenly, the staff officer started drinking hard, and then asked with a red face. "What's going on with you and Captain Kelis Arkady."
The ensign blushed instantly. "This...that...person...well~"
Alan Bair cursed. "Nie Niannian, for your shameless attitude before, just treat it as reward for drinking my food. Have some."
"Come on...boss, do you think my job is just food and drinks?" The second lieutenant was a little dissatisfied, but Alan Bayer just answered. “I don’t know how many times I would have died without you.”
"Tell me about it, there are not many good things like this that happen to our group..."
The second lieutenant blushed and swallowed the alcohol. As a full-blooded member of the Imperial Guard, not to mention the little bit of water mixed with horse urine, even with the hormones on him, he could calmly fight with the aliens with bayonets, but sometimes it feels like being chased by people. It was just a drowsy feeling, alcohol was just an excuse, a lame excuse.
"I plan to wait until the war in the universe is over..."
Alan Bair pressed against his mouth. "It's unlucky, tell me, bah bah bah."
The second lieutenant's face was filled with anxiety. "What's unlucky?!" He felt that he had sobered up from the wine and was in a bad mood, but Alan Bayer still looked at him seriously.
"Okay...the boss has the final say."
It was tacitly understood, but the lieutenant colonel and the chief of staff actually knew it. They were quite expecting this pair to succeed, but after this meat grinding battle, how many people would be left alive?
Such doubts spread among the Imperial Guard and are very common. You can drink and chat happily today, but you may die tomorrow. The smoke of war will burn everything, and it will not care whether you know that person or not.
The same was true for Lieutenant General Makato. He looked at the signal on the auspicious device and sighed.
"About 100, they are all firepower-shaped..."
the adjutant replied. "The Messenger-class Tau destroyers are the main ones. They have no torpedoes and are replaced by powerful railguns."
"There is also expected to be a defensive array composed of Merchant-class light cruisers and Valiant-class cruisers."
Makato thought for a moment. "Does this scale alone require our entire fleet to enter combat?"
"War will not always be easy. How long can the orcs' chaos hinder them?"
"Those noseless blue-skinned pirates are attacking those orcs, and they can't stay any longer."
Makato smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect that they kept saying they would be treated kindly, but there were still so many pirate troops."
"There is still some time left. Before those greenskins finish fighting, activate all the defense power of Steel Gate. We are going to fight a defensive war."
Other commanders will agree that delaying time is more important at present, and this idea is also for the alien side. When the red pirates issued the orders to invade and defeat, the noseless people on the "merchant ships" also found allies.
Different from the normal situation where the titanium drives the troops, this group of titanium has abandoned the clan, that is, the hybrid, the genes of the fire caste, water caste, earth caste, and air caste have all gathered, but they still maintain a considerable division of labor, at the basic level With the help of their high medical level and genetic screening, the overall level of this group of Titanium pirates is still not inferior to that of the regular army.
After all, the average life span of the Tau is only 40-50 years, which makes them care more about inheritance than humans. This group of pirates are not rogues, they are just troops deliberately sent out during the great expansion of the Tau.
During these hundreds of years, Titanium's expansion of the Extreme Star Territory has never stopped. In a very fast time, a lot of Titanium came to the core of the galaxy. To be precise, it should be the core of the Ultimate Star Territory.
The darkness of this world was displayed in front of them. The distance from the Greater Good and the Ether forced them to huddle together for warmth. Hundreds of years were so far away for hunters, not to mention the average age of Titanium, which was less than that of humans.
The current fleet is composed of four large-scale business alliances, with four leaders, four flagships, and four attitudes. It relies on dialectical thinking and evidence collection to seek truth from facts in this dark universe.
Although joining this expedition was not the original intention of this group of "explorers," they urgently needed the tens of thousands of years of knowledge promised to them by the Red Pirates about this universe and the human empire.
In fact, Tau is definitely not as ignorant and ignorant as most people in the Empire imagine. Their senior officials rely on the wisdom passed down by this group of explorers, some of which are obtained through plunder, some through investigation, and some through trade.
Ether not only knows what psychic energy is, but they even know the history of the human empire better than many humans. It's just that they don't know the story so far back before the Great Crusade.
But how could they not understand the threat of AI? It’s just that the Tau Empire still needs those things today. Without the precision engineering and lathe assistance of computers, the best Earth Caste engineers will instantly regress hundreds of years of technological level, and the Empire The technical priests are no different, relying on more crude methods to build engines.
In their flagship, the only master-level large cruiser, electronic virtual images appeared in the conference room, and four older titans (with "pebble" marks on their cheeks) "faced" each other.
"The orcs lost, they fought well. I have to admit that the human commanders of the Empire are quite powerful." The man who spoke looked a bit like the Fire Caste, but his clothes also had the style of the Water Caste.
"I agree. Considering that we still have many human allies, I actually think we can promote the Greater Good to the humans here." The person who answered was a female Titanium, quite old, but resembling an Earth caste.
"No, the Imperial Guard here is simple-minded and powerful in combat. Vengar has suffered a loss. The planetary engine called the Ark of Omen has also disappeared. Our troops are still mainly messenger-class, so it is difficult to ensure publicity. win at the same time.”
"Don't forget, we can no longer return to our home world. Our bloodline has been messed up. It is our mission to convey the message to our hometown to the ether."
“Don’t put the cart before the horse!”
Silence, no matter how they maintain the style of the Tau tribe, they are just abandoned children now, but for the dream of the Tau being able to swim proudly in the sea of stars, they will do it no matter how difficult it is.
Whether it is complex alien technology or the secrets of the strange void universe, they will never look back. In this regard, the Tau are extremely similar to the humans of the Dark Ages. If the Emperor could see this group of strange creatures, he might also be like them. Make an alliance.
First, Titanium is one of the few aliens that did not betray humanity 20,000 years ago and enter the main stage of the galaxy.
Second, humans and titanium are similar, at least in the past, especially in their desire for exploration and materialism.
Third, the Imperial Truth and the Greater Good are similar. Perhaps when facing the intelligent Ethers, the Emperor will treat them better than the Adeptus Mechanicus or even his sons, Lorgar, and Magnus.
But even so, today's human beings are extreme and crazy, and are dying, like wild beasts that shine in the light, but Ti is full of curiosity, and even less greedy in terms of desire.
Without the possibility of a meeting between a powerful leader like the Emperor and the Ethereal, it would be impossible for humanity to gain the rare thing of allies again in this era.
War is part of destiny. At least the Chaos Gods like this drama, and the Tau can also feel the pressure from humans at this moment to challenge the pressure of the Iron Gate.
Suddenly, there was a sizzling noise, which is rarely the case with Titanium's proud equipment. "What?"
"There is a disturbance in our equipment, my Lords..."
Restlessness and chaos were quickly replaced by orderliness, the Earth Caste engineer shouted. "There is an external signal!"
After a moment, a tall, white, and big face with rich smoky makeup appeared in front of the four executives.
"Tau, this is your Eldar alliance~ We all work for the Red Pirates, don't we?"
"Let's put it this way..." His voice was sharp, tall, ugly, extremely ugly, a clipped sound!
The oldest of the four cursed directly. "What you have done has caused the Greater Good to put you on the diplomatic blacklist!"
You must know that the only races that can be put on the diplomatic blacklist by the Tau are bugs, orcs, and the three demons and snake gods of the Dark Eldar!
But the other side said. "I will help you take down this huge iron block. We need the other things the Red Pirate promised, and you do too, don't you?"
Silence, they really need it, and there is currently no conflict with the Eldar. Although there are historical conflicts, the Tau are not that inflexible.
Of course, it may be that they were stabbed in the back not hard enough. But weighing the pros and cons, the Eldar can help them get what they need. Even the large amount of information provided by the Red Pirates can allow them to cross the river by touching the empire...
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They need the first 20,000 years of human civilization!
After pondering, the four of them answered. "We agree..."
Then, the sharp, unpleasant laughter that almost pierced the eardrums continued to echo and echo until the hall was completely dark. (End of chapter)