Chapter 191 Greetings from Comoros
The civil use of Steel Gate has matured enough. At this moment, the planet is full of imperial residents. It is conservatively estimated that tens of millions of people live here for various reasons. However, notices for defensive wars are made of sacred vellum and mounted with the sacred seal of the state religion. Sent, Alan Beyer had to admit, those people were probably worthless.
The plan above is to decorate the residential areas of the Empire, change their appearance, and pretend to be military equipment, such as ammunition warehouses or oil warehouses, to help the Imperial Guard undertake the attack. To put it bluntly, it is to push the civilians into the fire pit. At least it is clear. It's like this on the surface, but behind it...
However, Alan Bair is not the so-called "Madonna". Those civilians can still evacuate in time. Scrooges and those with a sense of luck are waiting to be bombed into mud by the aliens.
Fortunately, there are many rational people, especially those who are opportunistic and reselling things. Some time ago, countless civilian ships left, but the huge base represents a shortcoming. Now the ship fare at Roaming Port has reached 8,000 throne coins. .
This is equivalent to two months' salary for a novice technical priest, and a full year of service for an Imperial Guard soldier. Because throne coins are not cheap, one throne coin can be exchanged for precious water in the hive. Such is the agricultural world. , it would take several kilograms of food to exchange for one.
The ticket, that is, the price of survival is so expensive, and there are countless civilians who stay in this world. Although many rich people have found "gold" here and left, most of them just lost everything and have to stay.
The civilization is very strong, but the society is very weak. The environment inside the Steel Gate instantly became bad, dirty and messy, and full of contradictions and plunder.
The Astra Militarum does not manage civilians, and there is no planetary governor here, so there is no PDF. The order in Roaming Port is maintained by those underground gangs, or miscellaneous people, hooligans and perverts.
The Astra Militarum's goal has always been the countless powerful enemies of the Empire, rather than focusing on those rogues. In a completely disordered society, those who originally disrupted order have become the leaders of order.
But the departure of those with vested interests also led to the complete collapse of the precarious order here. These things had nothing to do with the Imperial Guard. They needed to be wary of enemy attacks and stationed as a local defense force, but Alan Bair was one of the few who needed to be there. Peaceful people.
The intelligence tavern arranged by Marcato is one of the few places in the empire where the external environment is known. How many secrets of the empire are kept there and how many agents are served there. After the restlessness began to this day, that small place will also become a mob. A place to visit.
The lieutenant colonel looked at the order in his hand and maintained law and order... It really didn't look like an order from an imperial general. It looked more like a planetary governor or a naval commander in Freeport. However, the Steel Gate's greatest interest for the empire was still defense, but this was not This does not mean that safety and security are not important.
There is nothing that the Imperial Guard can do about turning a blind eye to internal security. This mess is now as messy as mud. It can be said that this mission means that you have to try to distinguish between Imperial citizens and thugs, but Alan Bair does not choose.
The reason for looking for him is because he is the only one who understands the importance of this mission, and he has enough troops to suppress a population of tens of millions. Skadi also has strong internal discipline, and the probability of causing all kinds of trouble is low.
Normally, stormtroopers should be mobilized for this task, but elites may be used to alert the snake. It can even be said that maintaining the environment is false and the rescue goal is true. Just to make up for the lie requires greater efforts, and this matter will inevitably bring with it reality.
The so-called reality is to maintain order to form a false military component, and to allow the enemy to deliberately attack residential areas in exchange for strategic advantages. Both of these things need to be completed for Alan Bayer, but the main goal is intelligence.
Responsibility, victory, those things are what imperial officers must bear, and we can't blame those heroes for returning to the fields and becoming useless aristocrats. After all, this is how human nature is.
"Staff, call the soldiers, we have work to do."
The chief of staff is taking care of his military uniform. As a staff officer of the Imperial Guard, his profession is more like a "vase" than a soldier. He is just a "vase" with great authority and can disembowel heretics and aliens. < br>
Appearance is also a compulsory course for him. This often makes Alan Bayer care about his wrinkled military uniform and messy head. After all, it is either a battleship or a trench. It is fine when he is stationed, but he will have no time once the war starts.
"Find the soldiers after you finish..." After finishing speaking, Alan Bayer picked up the disgusting strategic map. The servo skull flashed with light and used its loyal body to transmit the data to the tactical tablet.
The city is composed of complex lines and city interiors, a narrow three-dimensional view and a large amount of debris and garbage. It is better to say that it is a city built on steel gates than on garbage.
The recycling station is almost the core of the city. Those equipment were previously used by the Mechanicus to ensure that this huge asteroid fortress maintains a certain self-circulation ability to reduce external material needs. Now it has become a residence for the citizens of the Empire. .
"Those gangsters who haven't left will definitely occupy the recycling bin, as long as their boss has a little foresight, collects resources, and gets the ticket."
Alan Bayer thought to himself, he would not think about the possibility that those gangsters might rob the Imperial Guard ships, at least for a short period of time, those things would not dare, but if those people established a firm foothold and had certain manpower and material resources, they would You will trample your own fears in order to survive.
At least compared to the alien invasion, the Imperial Guard is clearly still human, something they can understand.
In terms of the primary goal, needless to say, think more. Infantry occupy those core recycling stations, clean up the armed locals, and then collect or clean up those stupid things. If the opponent is stupid enough not to even occupy the recycling stations, then those people will probably It's worthless, killing it directly is more effective.
The goal is determined, but the thoughts are messy. Every plan is on the fingertips. There is no so-called perfection, only adaptability. But the responsibility and seriousness of this matter are the meaning of Alan Bayer's life.
He needed to report his best plan to the soldiers surrounding him, but when the battle gradually became clearer, the sound of reporting suddenly began to appear. 12 infantry companies were ready, and officers above the rank of second lieutenant were lined up neatly. Stand in line, move forward, and arrive in front of Alan Bair.
The thought had just started to get threaded, and before the thread could be threaded, the soldier was already ready. He could not complain and could only go to the battlefield.
"Companies 1 to 12 of Skadi's only regiment obeyed the order and drove onto the Chimera. Forget about the sentries, we moved forward from several main tunnels and used the Chimera armored vehicles as bunkers to move forward to suppress the thugs."
"Carry out publicity along the way, ask to give way, and cooperate. We must occupy the recycling bin area, and remember that our own lives come first. If any thugs appear after warning, we will kill them first."
Then, with a crisp answer, the extremely fast mobilization began. Several Chimeras slowly walked out of the armory, followed by the Imperial Guard soldiers who were the best among the best.
Skadi's dispatch made other members of the Imperial Guard look askance. After all, today's hot and powerful group is as heroic as the Space Marines. No matter what the situation is, it is absolutely extraordinary.
The Imperial Guard officers quickly realized that someone was responsible for the mess here, and they were glad that they were not responsible for suppressing civilian problems, because those mobs were not easy to deal with when they went crazy.
The smell of promethium permeates the pipes, and the cold metal in the absolute vacuum protects humans from being harmed, both physically and mentally, by this cold and desperate void.
The humming sound of Imperial engines attracts those who are still alive, while the situation in the residential areas also brings frowns, death, hideous and horrific death, and many thugs torturing the weak in the streets.
And the poor victim was hanging from the spiked and disgusting iron chain. The man covered by the red cloth seemed almost dead. If it weren't for the way those thugs twitched when they scratched his skin with the blade, Ailan Bai would have died. I must have thought he had gone to see the Emperor.
The order here has collapsed. Between the narrow streets and cage-like houses that can only be paralleled by two Chimeras, those modified things made of fine gold can't protect anything.
On the ground were hallucinogen needles, wine bottles, packaging bags of starch blocks, and human corpses. The faces of the dead were twisted and struggling, and their bodies were in tatters, as if they had been subjected to many abnormal tortures.
"It's so disgusting..." The chief of staff looked at this from the Chimera cab. Through the narrow observation hole, he could feel the despair permeating the ground at the moment. However, he still turned on the device and used the sacred grille to amplify his voice. News of the arrival of the Imperial Guard can appear.
"This is the Imperial Guard, Skadi's only infantry regiment. We are now requisitioning this area and this road. Imperial citizens, please get out of the way. If you do not take action immediately, we can sentence you on the spot in accordance with our rights and responsibilities. Heretic!”
"Repeat it again! This is the Imperial Guard, the only infantry regiment of Skadi. We are now requisitioning this area and requisitioning this road. Imperial citizens, please get out of the way. If you do not take action immediately, we can follow our own rights and responsibilities. Condemn you as a heretic! ”
Alan Bair looked at the guys who abused the Imperial Guard in front of him and were about to leave. Even though they were very fast, they still spoke. "Shoot them, it will be a disaster if those things escape."
Swish, swish, swish, the Chimera's vehicle-mounted gun instantly beat those rotten people into rotten flesh. The gothic patterns representing the hive gangs on their faces instantly shattered, and the razors used to torture the citizens of the empire fell to the ground. .
Sometimes it's like this, you can't tell what human nature is, what's good and what's bad. Alan Bair doesn't even know why these perverts abused this poor citizen of the Empire. When the Chimera slowly drove away, the Empire The guards stepped over the flesh and blood, and the imperial citizen was already dying. However, we could not waste time and bullets on him, we could only let him slowly wait for his death.
Fortunately, the pain of his life was over, and those demonic compatriots were dead. When his soul returned to the Emperor and joined the thousands of souls who worshiped the Lord of Mankind in the Warp, he would find peace.
But after the Imperial Guards left, an abnormal blur appeared and flickered in the air in the open space. A tall Eldar wearing pitch black armor appeared. He was tall and thin, holding a poison crystal rifle equipped with a monomolecular blade. He calmly followed Strange alien micro-devices were recovered from those corpses.
Hiddenness is what the Dark Eldar love, and the chaos brought about by conspiracy and murder makes it even more satisfying. The tall alien walked up to the man considered hopeless by the Imperial Guard. He was raised high and burned like a fire. He was hanging like a duck, with almost all his skin and flesh pulled out, and he was dying. Only the blood dried up on his body, and his internal organs and muscles squirmed to maintain his pitiful life.
His appearance and name were no longer important. In fact, he was already a dead man when he was caught.
The alien's white mask resembled a skull, and his carapace-like armor and handguards brushed against the living body exposed to the air, enjoying the terrible death.
Next, he took out a slender needle and inserted it into the living body. Soon, his weak body began to tremble continuously and the skin began to heal. But this was not salvation, but abuse.
Healing comes with an abnormal repair speed. How to describe this feeling? It is probably the soreness after muscle fatigue, magnified thousands of times and accompanied by itching, making you want to have your flesh and blood ripped off.
The poor survivor kept squirming and trembling, and his skin began to repair. But even after being abused like that, the pitiful soul that was so numb that it couldn't scream could not help but start to let out alarming wails at this moment.
Disgusting, painful, any creature with empathy would definitely lend a helping hand to him. Even an orc would shoot to end the life of this unlucky shrimp, but the thing from Comoros was shaking its body. She was...
Breathing heavily?
And when the poor man passed out, the spirit race untied his shoulder blades that were fixed by chains. It was hard to imagine that that slender body could hold an adult with one hand, just like holding something, a pet or something. Like a toddler.
The unlucky guy was put into a metal cage, and he was taken to the outskirts of the city that once belonged to them. An "Imperial Transport Ship" was waiting. The ship used heat to cut open the outer wall of the asteroid city. And pretend to be an abandoned device parked here.
But the thing was very lively inside, with heretical equipment, colorful spikes and howls, and more dark gothic decorations, which made people feel that this group of aliens had terrible taste.
But compared to their taste, their own bad taste was worse. When a Xue Ling with four, six, or seven or eight arms came to inspect the goods, she looked at the imperial residents in the cage with satisfaction and stood up. He stretched out his plump body and approached a larger human male.
This monster made the man scream continuously, but the feeling was not enough. She took out the Dark Eldar alien device called the Mask of Chaos and adjusted the power to the maximum.
Hallucinations of the death of loved ones kept appearing, and this poor human citizen saw hell. Next, the Bloodling observed his reaction, then nodded, and took him to his laboratory to "taste" it slowly.
But as soon as she took a few steps, a consul wearing ghost plate armor stopped this adult. "Don't mess up. He needs us to bring back goods to Comoros. The Imperial Guard is here, and the plan needs to be accelerated."
The Xue Lingren just glanced at that person, then continued forward, stepping over him...
In this way, although we don’t know how fate will arrange it, this dark universe will always surprise people... (End of this chapter)