Chapter 231: Recruit’s relatives? supply! Secret
The fierce and bright light burned the souls of the traitors, and the rebellious actions were more like violent and blazing flames running rampant in this narrow place. The Imperial Guard heavy weapons team took out their own explosive bombs and prepared them in advance of the mine.
The bloody harvest has begun, and a large number of cultists turned into flesh foam in the flames of explosive bombs. They died of the "gifts" and "songs" of their gods, which were the last mercy given to them by the Skadi people.
The flesh and blood exploded by the explosion brought out the disgusting smell of blood. Slogans for the emperor kept coming one after another. The suppressed things were aroused by the Imperial Guard. In fact, many brave miners rushed to the corpses of the dead cultists under a hail of bullets. Pick up an automatic gun or laser gun and start fighting back against the chaotic cultist troops.
More like a cathartic process than courage, the Sun Lord was a little surprised, but not disgusted. They could become the new Skadi Fifth Regiment, because even if the world was not destroyed, it was indeed wiped out within the empire. Went.
Everything has to start over, which is disappointing, but a living person who steps out of hell must step into another hell as long as he can still hold a weapon.
Sergeant Catachan is also very concerned about them. Although those people are skinny, their willpower has reached the standard. They only need one or two years of "exercise" and normal food to reach good standards.
This is why the Skadi people help here. They need new soldiers as a source of troops, good or bad, the focus is on their compatriots.
There are many cases in the empire where residents of other worlds are included as the Imperial Guard. However, when the organization is relatively normal, it is impossible to recruit soldiers from other worlds without permission from the Ministry of Military Affairs.
The regiment-level system of the Imperial Guard is not like the Chapter Company of the Space Marines, which can be replenished and the number will be retained forever. Instead, it is like a consumable, and the members of the regiment will disappear as soon as they die.
Although there are cases where the designation is retained due to cultural issues, in most cases the regiment level of the Imperial Guard is equivalent to consumables, but even so, the span of a generation is still not small. Skadi is the only one, no, the fourth regiment The organization is still stable. It is rare to return to the home planet, so we must carefully search for sources of troops.
Compared with the calmness of the officers, the mortals who fought were more angry and bloody. In fact, those people were still weak even if they faced the cultists who could not see clearly and were suppressed by firepower. There was no doubt that the chronic malnutrition and the powerful automatic guns The recoil was too much for them.
It's hard to imagine that people who just wielded the mine gun with all their strength now need to press the cold ice against the butt of the gun to shoot normally, but even so, they were still brave and achieved the kill.
Alan Bayer silently remembered the soldiers who snatched away the firearms, and put a label in his heart that they could be used.
However, this situation also shows that those Chaos traitors do not want labor at all. They have not guaranteed that any Skadi has normal working ability. They may just need to consume the population, and collecting minerals is just something to maximize profits.
It's no wonder that such crazy revenge is required. After all, people who are still capable of fighting will do this when faced with something that takes their life and insults them.
Now like the Emperor reborn Yuskadi and brought bloody trials, cruel and crazy, cold and terrifying.
The Skadi people have been reborn, using thoughts and experiences such as sacrificial death and cruel revenge to transform into the most terrifying beasts. Like nightmares crawling out of the world of death, they have to keep shooting even if shooting will cause them to break bones and die. The beast that kills the enemy.
This mine is still too narrow for terrifying weapons with a range of hundreds of meters. The meat grinder-like war has stained the ground red. Only the most elite and craziest 50,000 people of the labor force that once were tens of thousands are left. Although they are thin They were pitiful, but all of them were covered in bright red and holding guns.
They won, using the blood of traitors and mutants to prove the strength of the people of the empire. Once again, if it hadn't been for the red pirates' machinations, if it hadn't been for internal expansion and rot, they would never have fallen to this point.
When the Sun Lord set foot on this bloody place, blood and minced flesh, death or madness, the refugees were completely different. They stood and paid tribute to the Imperial Guard who saved them.
Alan Bair spoke. "This is not our credit. Everyone, you now have a reward, the opportunity to join the Imperial Guard, or you can stay outside and rebuild your home. I, the Sun Lord, the Skadi War Lord, the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, the Empire Guard General, Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Legion, Orc Slayer, Commander of the 4th Skadi Regiment, Commander of the 113th Armored Regiment of Phlaxia, announced."
"You are all warriors recognized by the emperor. Now raise your weapons and join the legion. Even if you don't join, you can go to the legion and receive an unarmed personal supply according to the standards of a private soldier."
A refugee shouted at this moment. "Sir! Are you telling the truth? I was a PDF, and my dream was to join the Imperial Guard!" He started to tremble when he grabbed the automatic gun. He didn't know whether it was excitement or fatigue, but Alan Bair just patted it. his shoulders. "Of course, that's right, private, you are a private now!"
The other refugee next to him just looked at all this in disbelief, dumbfounded. From a prisoner to a warrior, the span was huge. Once he was just a crawling huddle man, but now he is an imperial guard. He Speechless, indescribable, and mixed emotions, but Alan Bayer knew that all the rewards they were receiving at this moment were deserved.
I have to say how well the Sun Lord takes care of people's hearts. Only by throwing them out can he be worshiped. But after all, he is not a rootless duckweed. As a human being, especially a mortal, he is destined to have relatives, friends, or family.
A skinny young man about 16 years old yelled strange things with his unclear head, telling confusing words that the Sun Lord was his brother. After about three breaths, this sentence was only heard in a small area. When he arrived, he was pushed to the ground by Catachan, who was responsible for maintaining order.
With his cheek pressed against the ground, cold, icy, and painful, he soon realized that the strong arms behind him were like a terrifying hydraulic machine to him.
The Catachan Master Chief who handled this matter was very smart. He walked up to the young man, although he saw that there were indeed some similarities between the two people, such as the black hair and so on.
But Master Chief Catachan feels that such a person cannot be allowed close to the Sun Lord, not to mention that he is so close to Alan Bair (who is also a guard soldier) and has never heard him describe anything about his family, and he will not let risks get close to him. Today the core of the Imperial Guard.
He squatted down and asked. "Recruit, what are you talking about?"
"This hero has been protecting the Empire since you were a baby. The aliens he killed could fill the entire Skadi several times, and you were caught here before you were a baby and almost turned into starch."
"What do you think this great man is to you?"
The young man said tremblingly, his voice very childish. Considering that he probably hadn't grown all his hair yet, he might also be a bit late to mature.
"He...that is, brother."
The Master Chief slapped the boy with such force that it almost hit him by a millimeter. "Do you understand now what it is?"
The wizened cheeks no longer showed obvious redness, and the boy felt his head was buzzing most of all, and his so-called dignity and family ties were worthless under the powerful power of the imperial machine. However, what the Master Chief did was indeed right. If the imperial hero suddenly With an extra family member, his cruel fate in the bureaucratic arena of the empire will be different. The best protection is this, making him indestructible and iron-hearted.
Whether it was true or not, whether it was right or not, he could not be and could not be the younger brother of the Sun Lord.
However, Sergeant Catachan did not let him "disappear". Instead, he called his men and asked them to train the new recruit...
Ironically, what was so vital to Alain Bair as an individual was worthless to the Empire as a whole, especially to the Sun Lords.
He must have no soft spots and be as strong as iron to support the empire to go further. It is both cruel and reasonable. This is how this universe is.
And the person who had the closest personal experience of this incident, the Sun Lord, the hero of the Astra Militarum, was completely unaware of the incident at the moment, and was even obsessed with counting the loot.
The dark warehouse was lit up by a beam of light. Due to lack of supplies, they could only wrap iron rods with the traitor's clothes, fill them with a small amount of promethium and ignite them into temporary torches for lighting.
In this dark place, densely packed containers were placed here, with rough low Gothic written on them. Alan Bayer stepped into them and slowly opened a half-closed container door. There were a large number of energy clips in it, allowing him to The eyebrows are filled with joy.
The ensign opened another room and shouted. "Canned, boss, they are all canned!"
The huge supplies, food, firearms, and ammunition needed by tens of thousands of cultists to be stationed for several months are all here. To be precise, for the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment, it is like sending a nuclear fusion core in the snow. The supplies here are enough. Re-arming the entire army was enough for the fourth Skadi Regiment to regroup.
The supplies in this huge stronghold will become the driving force for the Imperial Guard to move forward. The troops will soon start distributing things. Basically all the young people have joined the Imperial Guard. The temporary establishment of the Skadi Fourth Regiment has reached a mighty scale. There were 70,000 people, but in the end Alan Bayer only planned to keep former PDFs and recruits who performed well in the war.
In other words, more than half of the people need to form the fifth Skadi Infantry Regiment, but even so, it is an opportunity that cannot be missed. Those young people who have had enough of traitors will also thank the Sun Lord for his kindness and give them arms. Chance.
When Alan Baier relied on the warmth of the campfire to enjoy piping hot coffee and fairly normal food, a small amount of frozen meat or eggs jumped in the frying pan to squeeze out their own grease. After the eggs solidified, Pour in water, black pepper, salt, and add a few pieces of cut starchy root plant roots, which are things like potatoes, to maintain carbohydrate intake.
At the same time, most of the big-headed soldiers were crouching and fighting with the cans of Glomon with forks. The grease solidified by the cold was difficult to deal with, and after they got it out, they poured the stuff into the dark green helmets.
In order to save the campfire, a helmet will boil several cans, and then the real serving portion will be divided according to the one with faster hands or bigger size.
But this thing is definitely not delicious. At least if it is paired with starch made from the corpses of cultists (maybe even the corpses of your own people), it can be regarded as barely qualified food, but it is still something that many people want.
Protein, oil, and a not-so-palatable vitamin punch, paired with hot water are the most satisfying things in this cruel ice hell.
Tonight, most of the people huddled up in their tents and slept deeply next to the bodies of their companions. The idea that the Sun Lord brought today gradually sprouted in those poor people, and some even attached their crazy emperor's faith to the heroes of the Astra Militarum. .
It has to be said that it is understandable for ignorant citizens of the empire to do this in such desperate circumstances, and the Sun Lord is indeed worthy of this title, because even when most of the soldiers are asleep, Alan Bair, as the commander, is still commanding. He was drinking coffee and looking at the combat reports collected by the soldiers.
The chief of staff came up at this moment. He was as worried about the war situation as Alan Bair. For him, the soldiers he commanded were his children, friends, and companions. Although he was not a Skadi, it could even be said that he was not Knowing where he was born, he came to Tadashi Academy before he was conscious and when he was still a baby.
It can be said that he admired and loved the Skadi people's sentiments, but it was difficult to understand that he had no hometown. For him, the so-called hometown was a meaningless number.
"How is that Miss Inquisitor?" the Chief of Staff said.
Alan Beyer replied. "She? Writing on the Bordeleau, what happened?"
said the staff officer. "You know that's not what I'm asking. Are you interested in her?"
Alan Beyer took a sip of coffee. "It's not like that's what I think about when I see women. Compared with this, look at this thing."
The staff officer scolded. "Changing the topic again." He took the brown paper and looked at the chaotic records on it, but couldn't help but his face froze.
"Is this true?" he said in disbelief, but the above content is indeed a bit unbelievable and makes people angry...
Alan Bair just sighed. "There is no wall in the world that is not ventilated, even if it is made of steel."
He put down the unbelievable things, tidied his floor, and prepared to go to sleep. The chief of staff was a little uneasy and walked out of the room with a cigarette. On the tattered brown paper, it was written that the administrator here had a deep understanding of a certain position. Words of tribute to a person of high authority.
It clearly says: [Good day, to the Grand Inquisitor of Walden, the underground mining work is nearing completion, and things are getting smoother. According to the agreement, the cargo ship will arrive at your fortress in three days, and will deliver the agreed upon portion. Gems and building minerals are sent, your loyal servants stay...】(End of Chapter)