Chapter 268 Casting time with a delicate soul
The soldiers who hurriedly disembarked from the Thunderhawk gunboat attracted the attention of many battle brothers. They saluted and knelt down to express respect for this war-torn hero, but the Master Chief just asked. "Where are Captain Jesik of the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment and the colonel of the 154th Loander Regiment?"
Those brothers showed a trace of confusion. When the war was about to come, why would this great brother pay attention to mortals first? But still told him. "In the area next to the armory, their engines were repaired with the help of technical sergeants. They had assembled before, probably to boost their morale in front of the Lemanus tanks. After all, the time was almost up."
The sergeant who answered had experienced many wars and was familiar with the tactics of the Imperial Guard. He quickly deduced the reason for the gathering of the Imperial Guard. It seemed that the enemy's attack had slowed down the Thunderhawk gunship too much. The lost engine made the sergeant It was a full hour long and I missed a lot.
The Master Chief answered immediately. "You start taking action. Now according to the expected plan, divide into two teams and quickly penetrate the enemy's fortress from the flank of the Imperial Guard to help them clear the tactical depth on the flank."
"And I need to find the commander of the Imperial Guard. He will be in the army soon. Don't wait for me!"
The brothers replied. "Yes."
The Master Chief said again. "By the way, mobilize 10 brothers, preferably all assault space marines. I need to conduct a raid."
Without waiting for a reply, the Master Chief walked towards the armory as quickly as possible, because the Master Chief knew that although the human soul could not fill up even one of the hundreds of billions in this dark and boundless universe, even if it was the last The powerful wizard only stirs up a trace of the boundless silence, so no matter what the situation, the totality of a single mortal is not that important.
Therefore, among the Destruction Eagles, some brothers cannot understand their expectations for mortals. In their eyes, mortals are far inferior to Space Marines in terms of attack power, speed, and strategic deployment capabilities. Only their numbers are good.
However, this kind of contempt is not something made in a day or two, but is a result of reality and accumulation over time. It is deep-rooted. Even if they were born in the ultramarine bloodline of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, they will not be able to change it after thousands of years. The Ultramarines have great love for the people of the five hundred worlds.
But the Imperial Guard never cared about how the angels looked at them. They were used to many looks, whether they were given by nobles or high-level officials. That feeling was already used to them. There were no Space Marines, there was the State Church, and there was the Inquisition. , and there are many imperial elites who will regard them as an army that can be used but not refined.
Because of the fragility of mortals, they are united and indomitable, and without the help of the Imperial Guard and relying on mere foolish arrogance, the Emperor would not smile at them.
The Master Chief sees it clearly and makes it clear that mortals, Space Marines, and many loyal people of the Empire who have dedicated their lives to this huge system must one day put aside all discrimination and stand together, but besides the Emperor, who else Can it be done? The original body?
He believed so before, but now he feels that it is wrong. Worship of the original body cannot solve all problems. Their appearance can inject vitality into this huge empire, but it only makes the necrotic meat no longer stink.
He was in trouble, where is the road to salvation for mankind? Now next to it is the Demon Altar, and a little further away is the Traitor Freeport. Even further away, there are the Maelstrom, the Great Rift, the Eye of Terror and countless others. Thousands of aliens.
But his desperate thoughts were dissipated by the prayers. Unknowingly, he walked to the armory and looked sideways at several war engines. But the most eye-catching one was not the steel monster, but Standing on a Chimera armored vehicle, a young and energetic soldier.
Captain Jesik used the heavy backpack of the communications soldier to amplify his voice. The brief small grid allowed his persuasive words to be heard. His military boots stepped on the metal body of the Chimera and spoke to the loyal people.
The dark and foggy weather could not dampen his spirit, in those bright words, in the countless faint prayers of the soldiers.
The people lined up neatly, and the imperial staff patrolled the crowd. When the captain began to speak his own language, a deathly silence appeared as if it was a convention. The excellent discipline was in this two teams of remnants, with a total of less than 10,000 soldiers. The human troops were displayed vividly, just as the Lord of Skadi often commented, war is the best furnace for refined iron.
"Soldiers of Loander!" Jeske began, his voice amplified through the speakers on the Signal Trooper's backpack. "You have fought long and hard for this world. I salute your tenacity! Salute your bravery! Salute your faith!"
Many warriors made the aquila gesture, but their faces remained gloomy, knowing what would happen next.
"But our duty is not over yet," Jeske said. "The enemy remains. The Emperor demands more, and the only words we will respond to are, yes!"
He saw determination in their faces. They were strong, with will and loyalty ingrained in their backbones, even as they endured weeks of hardship and the almost certain threat of death.
"The heretic enemies have poured their filth upon us, and they have suffered all the hardships and horrors they can bear."
"Many of our compatriots have long since perished, but we are still strong! What I see in you is not a broken soul, but a brave Imperial soldier, which fills my heart with pride!"
He saw the heads of several soldiers raised, and the shoulders of several people straightened. They were very pleased with such praise, and at the same time they accepted the concept that they were the last survivors in the world.
The Captain struck while the iron was hot "Perhaps our enemies thought we were defeated, just as they thought we were defeated when the heretics shattered the world beneath our feet!"
"But we were not defeated then, and we are not defeated now! The Emperor and the Honor are in my heart, and I know yours are too! Today we fight alongside the glorious Eagles of Destruction of the Adeptus Astartes, and serve this planet The real master of the area, the King of Skadi, Lord Alain Bair, the Sun Lord, will definitely frighten the enemy, and we will surely win!”
Finally there was a cheer, even if it was hollow. The skin of the soldiers here was as pale as wax. Although they were in good spirits, those viruses, plagues, diseases, that is, the Custer Plague Wizard, left wounds on many people. and scars, making them look like dying people in the dusk.
If there are enough good conditions and medical treatment, it is not difficult to survive, but there is no time now. The Space Marines are dragging the mortals forward. If you don't move forward, you will die, and if you move forward, you will die. Then let them leave their own under the Golden Throne. position instead of being tortured and killed by heretics.
But even so, Jeske and his regiment had been mired in the enemy's disease for so long, and had killed so many of their fellow patients to reduce the rout, that it was impossible to believe they could leave the battlefield alive.
It's just that he has agreed to the plan formulated by the Master Chief, but he knows that he cannot take risks, because this unit no longer has any room for error. Failure, this vague formation, is also Loander's only one. The two legions will be destroyed forever.
"Be strong, brothers and sisters of Loander!" he cried. "Bind your heart with faith and arm your soul with contempt. Remember, it is the supreme honor to sacrifice in the name of the Emperor!"
Finally, he climbed down from the high place, and the officer next to him handed over some purified water that was barely clean. He drank it with the holy purifying medicine that kept the officers healthy, and moistened his throat at the same time. Such things can only suppress the power of the highest heaven. Filth, when the war is over, he will be like his own soldiers.
He looked at his watch. There were less than a few minutes before the war started, and he needed to enter. He walked towards the transport vehicle, but what greeted him was not his comrades, but angels. He performed the Aquila Ceremony and saluted the powerful man. of giants.
said the Master Chief. "The war is about to begin."
"Yes, I have seen the reconnaissance information you provided from the tactical tablet. It is amazing. Every location is marked, but those bunkers surround the entire fortress. Judging from the strategic map, those enemy trenches have excellent tactics. depth, so I plan to use infantry and tanks to coordinate, infantry reconnaissance, clear anti-tank equipment, tanks to crush trench fortresses, and provide new roads," the captain replied respectfully.
"There will also be Space Marine support on the flanks. Your judgment is very accurate, and the mobilization just now is also very exciting. I can confirm that you are a good commander." The Master Chief replied with approval.
"No, I don't hope that I am. Those are the sacrifices and deaths of my comrades. It only took one month for me to change. It was too fast. The pain and misery that came with it are even more unforgettable." The captain sank.
The Master Chief has experienced this feeling countless times, always, always, until now, and he is also the person here who is most qualified to comfort the Captain. "But your progress can make such situations less common, so that the enemy will become timid when they see you, and the Emperor will understand."
"Yes, yes..." he murmured repeatedly, then quickly collected his emotions and asked. "So, sir, what do you want from me?"
The Master Chief took out his tactical tablet and pointed out a location on it near the area close to the fortress.
"Tianying Mountain?" The captain, a local, instantly answered the location of this area, but the sergeant chief said. "This area was used as an altar for the cauldron."
"But this place is not covered by a void shield, so put it here?" the captain said in an uncertain tone.
"No one suspects a dangerous place. If the gunboat hadn't passed by this area and I sensed something unusual by chance, maybe we wouldn't have discovered this place even if we laid down the fortress." The Master Chief said.
"The Emperor's blessing..." The captain didn't know what words to use to describe it. "But we don't have the strength to attack again..."
"So, I need elites. I mobilized 10 Space Marines. Next, I need a Chimera armored vehicle and a dozen veterans to serve as adjutants to the Space Marines." The Master Chief replied with certainty.
"It's a great honor that the Loander people can be valued by you. There is still time before departure. You can go to the Chief of General Staff to choose. Those born in Zhongsi Academy will take good care of the soldiers." The captain replied and asked. "By the way, have you chosen your adjutant?"
the Master Chief replied. "Yes, he is a good candidate, but he used to drive a gunboat, so I don't know if he is qualified to drive a Chimera armored vehicle."
"Of course, I think the person you choose will be fine," the captain replied.
"I hope..." The Master Chief looked at the foggy sky, but his thoughts were not on the adjutant, but on the enemy commander, the war lord, and his rune warriors. Many blood debts have not yet been settled. , whether it’s your own, your brothers’, or the Imperial Guard’s.
And he had some feeling that the meeting with this guy again would probably not be on a frontal battlefield, but they would definitely meet in the short term.
And soon, the Master Chief neatly found a few veterans and got into the Chimera. At the same time, the large army began to shuttle through the core roads of this world. Such a large scale made the divination equipment on Tianying Mountain clear. Outline the scale and appearance of the attack.
Their astropath said, "They are all out, my lord, I can see them moving like maggots through the corpse of this city."
Ed von Ka gently rubbed the rustling beard on his chin and answered. "Then it's really a pity. If they were willing to be poisoned, the effect of this ceremony would be better. And obviously, the Corpse Emperor believers are quite talented at ruining good things."
His new lieutenant, a former Imperial Guard officer, echoed earnestly. "Yes, my lord, they are stupid, cowardly, and like to waste everything they have."
Ed von Ka suddenly spoke. "You're much more boring than Custer." His mind had already imagined how his adjutant should have spoken, and he missed the hissing voice, like a poisonous snake.
The unfortunate officer was rendered speechless. He originally wanted to defend himself and speak. "I'm just telling the truth..."
Ed von Ka was worthy of being born into a military family, so he cursed. "Then you shouldn't insult the enemy. We have fought with them in this situation. Now that you insult them, does it mean that we are also stupid rabble?"
"No wonder you can't even shoot down a Thunderhawk gunship! Now that this place is exposed, can you move Tianying Mountain away?"
The officer hesitated for a long time, and then he could only nod. "Yes, my lord, they are all powerful warriors."
Ed von Ka just showed a bad expression. "Yes, it's too difficult. However, tell the troops to load the cannonballs. The gods told me that the final battle is coming, and we just need to make them sacrifices. Dark Praise."
the adjutant replied. "Dark Praise..." (End of Chapter)