Chapter 239: Lack of resources, sitting in a well and looking at the sky
"The Emperor has given us the tools we need to conquer our enemies. However, a responsible commander must always remember to care for these tools. A battle may be won by reckless use of resources, but it can easily be lost with such a strategy A war.”
——Sun Lord Macarius
In the absolutely safe fortress, the sharp knife tore at the steak until the thick fibers of the noble bull ant meat were completely broken, and the protein that was destroyed in the special cooking overflowed and turned into bright red gravy. The fork picked up the piece of beautiful meat, The cross-section of this absolutely mature thing is as fresh as raw food.
The luxurious dress and bearskin coat, the sound of gentle chewing by the judge and the rare wine, represent the purity and nobility. The most barbaric meat is eaten in the belly. In this gray hall, the judge Sprinkle rosemary and black pepper again, and stretched out his hand to ask the guest on the other side of his table if he wanted any spices. In the faint candlelight, the disgusted expression of the giant on the other side of the table was clearly revealed.
The giant has been around for many years. Even Superman would have wrinkled lines on his skin. He may have walked on the earth simultaneously with the Emperor and seen the living Lord of Mankind. Now he wears The thick armor that represents honor, with lots of kraft paper and complex runes, is a relic of the war group called the Terminators.
And he did not enjoy the food, because since he emerged from the Maelstrom and left the warp, he had been humiliated and humiliated many times by mortals. This did not refer to the Imperial Guard or the Sun Lord, but to the damn Inquisitor in front of him.
He pierced the delicacy with his fork, and the juice burst out like blood and overflowed, and he spoke viciously. "I know that you got Skadi, provided fortress information, and your relationship with the Mechanicus. You have a very high status and have made great contributions. But you can't give that order if you expect me to continue the war!"
The atmosphere has become bad. The Imperial Guard has torn apart the already complex rifts within them. Under the power of the Red Corsairs, the situation has gradually become more biased towards the Space Marines. This is why the Inquisitors have been treating the Empire negatively to a large extent. The reason for the invasion of the Guards.
They still fight among themselves, for rights and interests, such as climbing higher in front of the Black Heart King, or having enough troops to enjoy many things, honor, war, and favorite things. They still tear each other apart for those wonderful desires. bite.
The Inquisitor swallowed the food and spoke. "Hagrid, I understand your question, but your troops have proven themselves once again. They have proved in reverse that they lost to the Imperial Guard in close combat, and even the orcs were not like this."
The mortals in front of the giant's extremely impolite fingers found it hard to imagine how the inquisitor could say such words to such a terrifying lunatic. These were the most dangerous creatures in the entire universe.
"Don't call me Hagrid, you don't deserve it, Varden, you stupid mortal, you have no idea how powerful those people are, and now you are asking the priests to stop supporting the Space Marines? You are giving up this fortress. People!”
His voice was loud and repeated in the spacious living room, like shouting on a high mountain. In the fully enclosed war fortress, under the weak firelight, his voice even made the three lights on the trident-like candlestick shine brightly. The steady flame of the candle swayed.
The judge just wiped the corner of his mouth and said a little elegantly. "Is equipment so important to Space Marines? Don't you often emphasize that you are invincible and comment that the Mechanicus' support is redundant?"
At this moment, the Inquisitor stood up slightly and looked slightly taller than the sitting Terminator veteran. He was already a tall man, but by comparison, he seemed to be more than two meters tall.
The giant's aura became lowered, and his face wrinkled. "Those are angry words. They are all temperamental people. You know, we can't look at it this way. We need to decide the future of tens of thousands of people and the strategic issues of the entire sector."
"Then how do you explain the Space Marines' defeat in the war during this period? The Imperial Guard has broken through the storage area. If they break through the interior of the castle, your failure will be too great. All the production capacity within the Mechanicus needs to be used to protect the interior of the castle. , Do you understand?" The judge showed his sharpness.
"I have no objection to Space Marines making better use of equipment and weapons, but I still need to emphasize one thing. When you lose the perimeter, you have lost trust."
"This is not a supply I want to stop. This is a discussion within the Mechanicum Magi, a discussion among the smartest Magi in the entire empire. You have wasted our trust time and time again, and we understand that not every Space Marine They are all the elites from the Star Claw headquarters.”
The inquisitor's words were sharp, like a blade piercing into the heart of the poor veteran. How could he have heard such painful words after thousands of years...
The Space Marine Terminator veteran named Hagrid took out the record of his brother's death from the blood-red armor full of filth and runes. The brown paper fell on the Inquisitor's face, and then fell on his unfinished meal. Put half a steak on it, covering that thing.
And today, at this time, to be precise, it was the last moment. The writing on the vellum was wet with meat juice and could not be read clearly. It recorded the blood of countless brothers who fought for the people here and died fighting to rule the empire. The writing was blurred. , the traitor Space Marines are equivalent to changing directions and demanding to separate from this group of stubborn guys.
The judge used his knife to open the piece of rag. What honor, victory, and destiny did it mean to him? They were just pieces of junk that hindered his lunch. The battles fought in the beginning were nothing. The Space Marines who won the battles just proved themselves as always. If they couldn't win, they would be abandoned.
Whether it is within the Empire or the traitor camp, those Space Marines who have lost their original bodies and a large number of brothers since the last ten thousand years have long been the bereaved dogs.
The dust has settled here, but the Imperial Guard is very happy. This wall has now become the best shield to protect the Imperial Guard. It allows recruits to stand on it and operate the weapons left by the traitors, giving the Imperial Guard a place to recuperate. The lack of A lot of supplies were also obtained as a result of this victory.
Alan Bayer is currently watching the encrypted telegrams left by the traitors in the command room on the high wall. Because the war was sudden and victory came very quickly, those things were not destroyed immediately, and they could be quickly destroyed with ancient relics of the Dark Ages. Identify those blurry and rough bytes.
The Sun Lord crossed his legs, fiddled with the brown paper, and dictated the content on it. Next to him, several people from the Skadi group who could barely read were writing continuously. After finishing, they would proofread it again, and then judge the most credible one. A copy was included as war intelligence.
You must know that it is difficult to find people who can read in this era. Every region and every world has a messy language system and writing system. Although the Gothic language system of the empire has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it is only a spoken language. The understanding of Gothic is low. In this era, it was the privilege of the nobility, and High Gothic could only be recognized by professionals.
These few people who are not illiterate can be found in the Skadi group. Thanks to the last recruitment, many people who have been noble clerks have also joined the team.
As the saying goes, with the blessing of the emperor, good things will continue to happen once they come. When those bytes full of gunpowder were translated, the officers staying here realized one thing, that is, the enemy was not united.
A large number of bytes full of filth are complaining about the almost constant losses and logistical disadvantages on the front. At the same time, the answers from the rear are also full of gunpowder and insult the honor of the Space Marines again and again.
Alan Bair said to the Master Chief. "Did they collapse because of guerrilla warfare?"
Master Chief Catachan carefully chewed the tone in the characters. "No, I think it may be because there are not many supplies here. To be precise, we can feel the enemy's hardship in the later stages of the guerrilla war."
"We can't support so many people." Alan Bair, the Sun Lord, said this matter to the point. He is still sensitive and sharp, as if his dark and turbid eyes can see all situations clearly.
"It is impossible for us to use either party, but this opportunity is once in a lifetime, and don't forget that their supplies can be said to be consumed by us. In other words, we have no food." Alan Bayer emphasized.
"Let the infantry regiment gather 10,000 people, find a few people who know the way, and the captured traitors, drive the truck out of here to join the Bordeaux, report the situation, and request supplies." Alan Bayer said.
"Secondly, the castle here is very important. They value it so much and have left five hundred Space Marines and more than hundreds of thousands of cultists and countless Skadi residents to maintain the transformation and maintenance of this huge monster. And I believe this castle also has its own uniqueness.”
"Capture this place no matter what." He put down the brown paper and once again approved the crazy plan to cross the ice and transport things. They could not carry much food on the way, which meant that the pressure team needed to be quite powerful. will and long forced marches, and elite veterans will certainly not be able to go.
This is a training exercise for new recruits, and it is also a test of their will and obedience. The new recruits have no staff officers because the empire has not yet sent out new supplies. Without guidance and morale propaganda, the new recruits need to use limited food to cross the border. survive extreme weather.
Once again killing two birds with one stone, the Sun Lord's calmness in this aspect makes people feel cold, but it is actually something that pushes the Imperial Guard forward.
And ten thousand people means that even if there are losses, someone will reach the ground. There will always be someone who will remember the Emperor and complete the mission. However, this order once again regards human life as dust, but no one will feel inappropriate because they cannot be loyal to the Emperor. Life has no value.
the chief of staff asked now. "A war of attrition?" This was a bit unexpected. He didn't think Alan Bair would do this in such an impatient manner, but the Sun Lord seemed to be a different person today.
"Yes, but it won't take long." Alan Bayer explained his thoughts. "The enemy is already in chaos. Problems and contradictions have arisen internally. Their problems are cracks and civil strife. They will break out when they are hungry and lack supplies. We can completely wait and see what happens."
"In contrast, it is not advisable to go in and sacrifice a large number of soldiers. When the supplies on the Bordero arrive, we should not move forward during this period, and reduce personal supplies, accumulate ammunition and weapons, and treat time like a sharp blade, such as A poisonous snake kills with one blow," Alan Beyer emphasized.
"My tactics have not changed. To be precise, they are still the same. I just wait a little. This will not miss the opportunity, but will allow the Catachan sergeant's guerrilla warfare effect to be maximized."
It is difficult to disagree with this concept, and no one in the Imperial Guard will question the Sun Lord's plan. Before the white phosphorus pit burning the bones of the Space Marines burns out, there are still many things in this small mine that have not been settled.
Too many people gathered here, draining away the turbid air and barren supplies, just for this huge war machine to truly fall into their hands. Alan Bayer still didn't know the value of this monster at this moment. He asked from the command room The observation port looked out at the giant church and the countless weapons on it.
It can be said that no matter who you are, even women will feel a sense of excitement when they see this thing, and they can't help but appear in their hearts. It is the innate admiration for huge things and the admiration for power.
The Sun Lord was not sure whether his choice was the right one, so he opened his kettle and drank Reka coffee. He was almost addicted to this thing, and as the intensity of the war increased, the frequency and amount of caffeine he consumed became more and more exaggerated. .
Watching the huge convoy leaving downstairs, looking at the recruits who were sent to hell by him, as well as the dense graves next to the camp, and the smoke rising from the burning remains of Space Marines, his mind flashed through boxes full of warrior dog tags. container.
Feeling of guilt, how could he not feel guilty, he has changed from an ordinary person to a butcher, whether it is for his own people or enemies, no matter how he uses the emperor's power, victory, caffeine and other things to numb himself, he is still Feeling the pressure.
Status, war, death, countless pressures, he didn't understand why so many people pursued rights and interests until their souls burned out. He only felt that he was like Mr. Kane, destined not to like fighting but fell into The quagmire of war cannot be extricated.
He thought of an interesting joke. If he went down to the underworld, the king of hell would probably have to go down and let him sit in this position when he saw him. How many people are there on earth? And the number of people he killed was already astronomical in comparison!
At the same time, a contradiction emerged again. If the people who survived because of him were counted as merit, then the Buddha of the West would have to give up his seat to him.
But the reality is that war is such a contradictory thing. There are no gods and Buddhas in this world. There are only demons greedy for souls in subspace, and the sun that uses all its humanity to protect mankind. (End of chapter)