Chapter 283 Attack
For several months, under the calculation of completely manual work and a small number of Thinker arrays, the huge fleet took a lot of time to mobilize. As the flagship, Bordeaux was the core of the mobilization. Each world to be rescued must be based on its general situation. How to plan the specific value and environment in detail.
This is a responsibility for the heroes who will save the thousands of men and women in the empire. Only the war lord Alan Bair can decide on the war plan. He is correcting it day and night in the office. Fortunately, he is strong and young. Qingqing, coupled with the maintenance of many years of combat experience, can suddenly cover all three parties, from orbit suppression to actual delivery predictions.
Because of the large number of scroll documents, mountains of vellum, and the Eagle of Destruction he had to deal with during this period, Astartes was always around, so much so that he nicknamed himself "Little Guilliman."
However, he did not want to be compared with the great primarch. Guilliman would only handle this matter faster and more accurately, so this sentence was quite self-deprecating, joking about when he was so conservative in tactics. How could it not be a distrust of the Imperial Guard generals?
However, after the long and frustrating "Guilliman"-style revenge tactical planning, Alan Bile did have a long and rare good sleep, which was so long that his bones rattled after getting up from the bed. of rest.
The consequences were the soreness, discomfort, nausea, numbness, and depression brought about by revenge sleep. He called this feeling "Gaunt's daily life" and once mentally arranged the person who was as famous as Kane in the Empire. Loyal heir.
He muttered silently. "Kane and Gunter, mindless and unhappy." Then he started talking to himself and enjoying the fun that only he could understand.
But soon that nihilistic happiness dissipated with the current situation, and no one would understand how he felt. In the 40,000th year at the end of human civilization, there is only survival except for war. Except for the Lord of Humanity above the sky, there are The taunting mockery of demons.
He was still confused and didn't know what to do next. He looked out the window and looked at the people who were working hard for the emperor. How good it was. Ignorance shaped the sad happiness of those people, but was it really good to be awake?
There were many flashes of complicated emotions, but in the end Alan Bair just washed his cheeks with water, stepped out of the cell where he was imprisoned with obligations and responsibilities, and spoke to his guards, the Catachans, in a tall voice.
"Prepare for action and send a few people as my messengers. Our little Hermes has conveyed the message of war to others and has been planning for others for several months. Now we are going to attack, for the sake of the glorious emperor and for The Pangia sector where we live.”
The Catachans saluted subconsciously, and a few people left here like wild horses after the order. It can make those who thirst for the blood of heretics so happy. Only the verbal guarantee of the Sun Lord, other than that, whether it is a warm bed or comfortable No food can excite their hearts.
They are not bloodthirsty, but their hatred has reached the limit. Those pains and experiences have proven time and time again that the enemies of the empire deserve to die, and they will die without a burial place!
They want their firearms to tear the flesh of their enemies. The Skadi are more bloodthirsty than many of their neighbors, especially the orcs and heretics. Orders are therefore quickly dispatched. The soldiers are ready and gathered at the starport to wait. transportation.
Behind this efficiency is the result of the soldiers' private simulations for the attack. Their speed and accuracy are not innate, but they already know how war should be treated. Either die or live. In this cruel world At the end of human civilization, those great things have long since disappeared.
Their scrupulous existence turned into their current rigor. When Alan Bair finally stepped into the starport, both the tens of millions of Imperial Guards and the few dozen remaining Space Marines all saluted tacitly. For this link, all of them Salute to the heroes.
Here, hundreds of transport planes, dozens of gunboats, and many war engines are ready to go. After months of preparation and silence, those soldiers can no longer bear it.
As Alan Bair passed through several messy pipelines, Inquisitor Nova accompanied him like his secretary. Now the captains of the Bordeaux and the Baptismal Fire also stepped off their beloved ships, Listen to this mobilization for the first time.
He has spoken, and the wind seems to be silent. People listen attentively, and his voice is not loud, but it is clear and reassuring. "I have seen the soles of the Emperor's feet on that free port, and his mercy is only reserved for those who are evil. You know, I once received a letter from a child. He asked me, Lord, why do they pay homage to the evil ones? We fired..."
"Therefore, the Emperor has commanded me to tread the filthy ground with his feet. He has given death to those terrible blades, and his truth will not fade away."
"So I also bathed in his light at night, staying up late to write out the plan to punish heretics. Our brothers will execute it. They have moved forward. Skadi has never been slower than others, so we are going to attack. Extremely dangerous and difficult to conquer, to make up for the time we wasted.”
When the soldiers heard this, they all raised their heads and chests and never stepped back. The second lieutenant just stepped forward and shouted questions. "Where?!"
Alan Beyer replied. "N'Giri! Their homeland, just like they did to Skadi, just like they did to Loander, we will let the virus torpedoes fall on their homeworld, we will loot the heretic supplies to launch projectiles at the enemy. .”
"Get your guns ready, dry your laser brothers, and sling them on your shoulders. The cruel sacrifice will begin the next time you leave the warp. Each of us will die until the poisonous gas falls on the enemy's homeland, for the Emperor!" ”
The sound is huge, impassioned, and many emotions surround this place. I want to eat the enemy alive and trample the place that makes the emperor angry.
Neat military boots beat the drum of death, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, like the heartbeat of a giant, but the irony of order brought by war saves the world, the Imperial Guard, the production line brought by the war lord, or many others work, serve the weary, or provide delicious drinks to soldiers who have accumulated many throne coins.
They are leaving, Loander will be silent again, but it will not last long. The world is being reborn in an orderly manner, turning into a new fortress to keep out the heretics, towering into the clouds, indestructible, with the Mandeville point she generated. , a few satellites will wrap around it, a fortress will rise from the ground, and Loander will no longer suffer, because she is scarred and more difficult to destroy.
On the transport ship, Alan Bayer looked at Luander with a bit of reluctance. The world had suffered too much, and he had to give her more tasks. He didn't know if those hard-working people were up to the task. It's not clear how his war will develop.
When the gray world became farther and farther away, he stepped into Bordeleau again. The gravity generated by the Mechanicum pulled his heart, and the smell of incense and promethium mixed into an uncomfortable mixed air, but he He has long been accustomed to it, and the narrow corridor will not make him suffocated even more.
The captain once praised that he was suitable to be a sailor, wandering around with the warships, and dedicating himself to the empire, but fate changed him into a warrior. He strolled onto the bridge and saw colorful stars or weird scenery outside the huge ship window. The baptismal fire surrounding Bordero, the beautiful Imperial strike cruiser, accompanied the old ship of Bordero in the starlight.
The captain waved his arms at the command point, controlled the rudder, started the engine, turned on the cogitator array, the residual heat divination instrument, adjusted the gyroscope, and many other things. The sailors were busy here and there, and only Alan Bair stayed away.
Finally, the subspace engine cut into the ethereal place of subspace from the weak point of Mandeville Point due to the gravity of the planet. Geller's station buzzed and roared. The subspace engine took the huge body of the ship and dived into the rich purple place. To be precise, It is said to be the last barrier to subspace in the real world. It looks as weak as a soap bubble, but is so strong that no demon can escape. It can only accommodate the products of the material world born in her.
The entire ship was covered with Geller's Stand, like a small bubble merging into a big bubble, and entering the water after a "pop", while Bordero and the Baptismal Fire, wrapped in the bubble, entered as foreign objects. here.
Geller's position turned a damn evil purple. At this moment, even the most determined soldiers were strictly required to stay in the ship's cabin like cargo. Five or six people used one toilet, and the bed was always hot. They would not get up at all. , there is only a little time to be awake, in which they lift dumbbells or do squats. The only things that can provide them with leisure are the songs sung by sailors or the emperor's mantras on the bedside.
[The Emperor's honors and gifts can be read on the ancient oxhide scroll: You despised my people, I will have mercy on you, and the hammer of the Empire will fall with this, and the heirs born of the citizens of the Empire will shine with flames in their hands. As the Emperor marches forward, honor, honor, and the Emperor's blessing! 】
Waiting for many "truths", it finally turned into crazy piety, but obviously this truth is of no use to Skadi's veterans. The veterans taught the recruits how to waste time, how to ensure good health, how to play cards, or use their own The old man's technique defrauds newcomers of the few remaining benefits.
A bottle of Amset is the blessing of the emperor, and a roll of cigarettes makes him more chic. If he gets new underwear, he will sing the name of the female saint. For Skadi's soldiers, their loyalty is enough to survive. They are unscrupulous here because they only use actions to prove their reliability.
Their souls are extremely pure. Compared with their unforgiving mouth, the Inquisition cannot tell the difference between his piety and that of a saint. It's just that those rough guys don't know how to show their loyalty through actions other than shooting.
Alan Bair particularly likes this about them, they don't talk nonsense, they don't pray during battle, they don't hesitate, they don't let the Emperor and him down, so he hopes those people can survive, but it turns out that compared to PDF or Farming there, the Skadi veterans just want to die under the enemy's guns, or be torn apart by the power of destruction and leave wounds to those enemies, and then drink the best Amset in the Golden Throne and watch Those enemies injured by him became sick due to their injuries, and finally disappeared into the void.
On the bridge, Alan Bayer looked at the purple light curtain. The beautiful baptismal flames before had disappeared. They were blindfolded, and only the navigator and his complex sensing equipment linking the nerves could vaguely touch. The general situation of the subspace, following the light of the star torch, they moved forward slowly.
"It's still possible to get there. We've been traveling for a day and it seems pretty stable." Alan Bayer asked the captain.
replied the captain. "Thanks to your blessing, the Emperor's light is bright and the subspace is very stable. If there are no problems, then we can reach that star field in about 15 days by the standards of the real universe."
"The subspace channel is very stable. This raid should be successful, no, it will definitely be successful. With the assistance of the Space Marines, we can sweep those asteroids easily like lightning falling."
Alan Bair nodded. This was one of the few successful and smooth things during this period, but he didn't like subspace travel, psychic powers, and he didn't like anything that had anything to do with the gods.
The captain waved and commanded, and the voyage continued. The long journey provided Inquisitor Nova with a lot of recording time, and also made the soldiers' game of cards more intense. Finally, after a short low cry, the physical sensation lasted about 6 days, and the real world was no longer there. Not sure, it should be around 15 days.
Fortunately, they left the subspace, and Geller's stance crackled to isolate the subspace storm. Purple lightning and sudden appearances appeared in the vortex in the void of the universe, and Bordreau poked his head out.
When Alan Bayer saw the stars in the sky outside the ship window, he once again lamented that the real universe was better than Kia space. On the bridge, the captain was still waiting for the local detection satellite to send out the information, reporting the time, location, and many other information. , but there has been no news for a long time. Apparently the satellite here has been damaged. Without knowing the time, the captain's face became not very good.
"The heretics destroyed the empire's detectors, so we can't get effective cogitator array calculations." He looked at the screen and said, those dark green electronic screens flashing strange pictures, Alan Bair subconsciously asked. "How about the divination instrument?"
He didn't want to go to an unknown and unfamiliar area of the universe again, so the captain also began to investigate. About half an hour later, the irritating information finally appeared after scanning. "We...have not deviated, but the time is still not accurate, but the problem is not here, but."
"My instruments cannot find the Space Marines. The Baptismal Fire has disappeared. It may be that the subspace fluctuations caused a time deviation and we were separated."
Alan Bair shook his head. "The conspiracy of those evil gods is ridiculous. They think it's enough to separate us from the Destruction Eagle?" He looked resentfully into the void, as if he already understood who was causing trouble, and added. "Proceed as planned. If the Destruction Eagle arrives later or earlier than us, we will definitely do the same!"
He pointed to the nearest armed asteroid fortress, named Severo's Fortress, and said seriously. "Start from it, we need supplies." (End of Chapter)