Chapter 299 The Forgotten Star
Bordeleau left the territory. The old lord wanted to board this huge warship. This was also his dream. As a member of the Imperial Guard, he could not experience it because of the bad heresy within the territory and he had to stay.
From this perspective, the dead traitor has to record another grievance. After all, how cruel it is to prevent an old man from entering the holy land that he wants to see once in his life. However, considering that the bastard has already done something to him The sin that cannot be repaid with life, probably no one can repay with this pen. The old lord can only watch Bordeleau's metal beauty slowly leave the low-Earth orbit defense that is barely visible to the naked eye, and watch it for a long time with an astronomical telescope .
Today is an unprecedented day for the star observers in the Star Language Institute. The lord who never paid attention to the arrangement of stars has been here for almost a whole day.
Maybe he really believes in the grand words of Lord Skadi, maybe the emperor's light can really shine on this land. This place was built in the void and was only born for transportation. It does not have the so-called honor or hope. A place to just drift and die.
His eyes followed the optical array of the telescope to the distance and could only see the flickering tail flames of Bordero burning the cold and lightless void. A kind of weakness that suffocated him and the recent blow converged.
In the end, he curled up his body as if he had aged 50 years, and at the same time left along the dark place like a ghoul. This incident hurt him too much, and the family of the prime minister of Karazha, who was once talked about, probably It will disappear completely, but no matter how hard it is eradicated, it cannot change the endless desires of the greedy organizations that really control this star region.
His thoughts seemed to float upward from his dispersed soul and slowly embedded themselves into the Imperial battleship he thought about day and night. He seemed to have become an officer, stepping into this land that belonged exclusively to the Emperor with his soldiers. The flagship of the currency, and to most people in this fortress, they may not be of much value to the Emperor.
But now, they have become part of those currencies. It is their supply of flesh and blood that allows a hundred thousand men and women to step into Bordeleau's battleship. It is also the equipment they build that allows those people to hone themselves in the war. The most elite soldiers lead the lords , and some of the tens of millions of people in this fortress have stepped out of their hometown.
They were ready to go in the ship's warehouse. They were completely obedient. They were almost the same as the real Imperial Guards. They wore gray and black military uniforms. Although the bulletproof armor was slightly inferior, it could not suppress the temperament displayed by the soldiers. It was overwhelming. Sexual, with a temperament like steel.
The chief of staff, a graduate of Tadashi Academy, the empire's greatest military lubricant, and the source of ideological work for the soldiers, led his colleagues to slowly educate them on the necessity of this battle and what would happen if this battle was completed. How many people were saved, and what they paid most attention to, which was how to deal with the orcs who invaded their homeland, was clearly pointed out.
The constant grievances for thousands of years have nothing to do with whether the alien can understand and endure. They continue to evolve in this complicated world and the cold void, and finally turn into pure resentment. Only the skull can create stability, safety and no more pain.
Those thoughts are like steel nails inserted into the minds of mortal soldiers who are suffering from alien pain. They are not supermen, and they are not necessarily strong, but their willpower will push them forward until their bodies are torn and collapsed.
When this small gathering point fell into complete silence, the soldiers had left the place, leaving only the chief of staff who was waiting for someone. His beautiful military uniform was stuck to the cold ship wall, waiting quietly. It lasted for three minutes, until the sound of military boots broke the silence.
"How are these new recruits?" Alan Bair came from the direction of the bridge surrounded by Catachan soldiers. He was planning with the captain about the situation of the orcs and the rendezvous. Such an important speech was originally given by him. It's just that he also trusts this warrior.
The chief of staff stood up and nodded. "Very good soldiers, at least fully qualified, but their inferior automatic guns and bulletproof armor cannot handle many situations. Fighting in harsh cold satellites, far away from the stars, the water vapor generated by the automatic guns will cause the weapons to become deformed. It is easy to malfunction, and the intersection of high and low temperatures can also easily damage the structure, cause jamming and rapid gun chamber collapse. ”
"This is not a problem. Give them the carapace and hell gun, and then distribute matching medicines and individual soldier rations according to their personal needs." Alan Bayer's statement is very relaxed, but in reality this matter will drain the entire ship of weapons. and individual armor supplies, which were originally reserved for the young soldiers of the 5th and 4th Skadi Infantry Regiments.
The Skadis almost arm themselves at the level of the Cadian Shield Guards, and have almost drained most of their resources. If a large number of new channels were not opened in the lord's operation, those materials would still be in short supply. After all, the empire often does not It’s not a lack of resources, it’s an inability to effectively allocate and logistics those things.
The chief of staff hesitated slightly. He was not worried that the equipment was not enough. After all, if you don’t take out the weapons, you might not be able to get them out. Rather than the shortage of equipment and the reduction of weapons, he was more worried about Skadi’s soldiers treating people from outside. Repulsed, he spoke because of it.
"No, those soldiers and Skadi veterans will inevitably be dissatisfied with the same treatment, and we don't have time to reconcile. Doing so will create a sense of separation between the troops, causing the command link to become slow and clumsy."
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Alan Bayer walked to the air circulation equipment and blew cold air. "Such a thing is something you should consider, isn't it?"
The chief of staff nodded. “I plan to promote the commonalities between Karadhar and Skadi and provide Karadhar’s specialties to the Skadi people and Skadi’s specialties to the Karadhar people for mutual understanding of culture and historical experience. ”
"It's a very good plan. I have nothing to comment on. Chief of Staff, don't forget that you brought me here. Don't doubt yourself. Secondly, we should be on the same level." Alan Bayer replied and expressed his agreement.
the chief of staff suddenly asked. "Maybe I'm overly concerned, but how should we log into the orcs' fortress? According to the report, the orcs have completely transformed it into a terrifying hell. Enough firepower and armor surrounded those that are crucial to the orcs. place.”
Alan Bayer lowered his head. "Yes, you are right." He took a deep breath. The still fresh circulating gas, the smell of promethium that had not yet dissipated, made people dizzy. However, this was only true for new recruits, but the smell of promethium was not for veterans. Different, more like alive and surviving.
Soldiers are always chasing sensory stimulation, alcohol, cigarettes, stimulants or anything that can restore their tired combat effectiveness to survive. Skadi people can slightly escape from that almost cursed behavior after firm belief. , but couldn't allow myself to completely ignore that feeling of powerlessness.
Alan Bayer likes that feeling because it represents a long-lost sense of excitement, which is why he doesn't dare to get too close to women. A lunatic like him is not qualified to start a family. At least for now, he can't escape. There will be a chance in the future. He will also miss the battlefield. Whenever the enemy comes, he will walk away as if he was poisoned.
For the empire? He wasn't sure, but he spoke anyway. "I plan to rendezvous with the Destruction Eagles, then tear a gap through the Astartes and smash directly into the Ork moon."
"That's too direct," the chief of staff replied.
"I just want the orcs to realize this. We are here to fight. Then they will probably give up the orbital defense that has little practical use and actively switch to login and anti-login warfare. Then the infantry will tear the battlefield into three In this area, the part closest to the orc city, which is also the sharpest 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment and the newly formed 100,000 Karazha auxiliary army, will tear up the battle line and establish our defense line in the dilapidated and chaotic orc city. "< br>
The chief of staff lowered his head and thought. "Indeed, the tactics for dealing with orcs don't need to be complicated. Speed is more important. In addition, the soldiers need to get used to it. From this point of view, the simpler, the better." He gave an affirmative answer, while Alan Bair said.
"But what we need to consider now is not how to fight the orcs, but the Destruction Eagles are there, and we need allies..."
Alan Bayer's thoughts were clear, but he just didn't know when he would find the Destruction Eagles, and he realized that he needed someone, a smart person, to refer to the current situation, and he spoke. "Purple Hand, do you still remember the old lord's gaffe at the banquet that day?"
The Chief of Staff was a little confused by Alan Beyer's words. It seemed a bit inconsistent, but in fact it was crucial. After a brief introduction to this seemingly non-existent enemy who was everywhere, the Chief of Staff fell into a long confusion. It is unclear whether silence is processing information or thinking.
Alan Beyer strikes while the iron is hot. "The Purple Hands are aware of our existence, and the famine tactics must have benefited them. This is the first time I have made a wedding dress for someone else."
"Our current actions are truly beyond their predictions. They should have accumulated more food than us. Although the food shortage plan has helped us, it is not a complete advantage. This has made them hostile and isolated. We have the tongue and a lot of reserves to draw more people to join in the fight against us.”
The engine roared, flames spurted, and the pistons kept letting out low sighs. After a long time, the chief of staff asked. "But they have been cultivating their power here for so many years. If they still have power in the vacuum area, they will need to deceive us to get benefits. But the reality is that we have indeed gained a lot of benefits and have the opportunity to shake their power, but this It shouldn’t be!”
Alan Beyer replied. "People like the lord here belong to the minority. They don't care at all, so they won't care. What's more, it doesn't matter to them who controls Pangia, especially an inexperienced boy like me."
"Their target is not human beings, but..." His words led to the biggest question, and a horrifying and disgusting idea appeared on the page. There is no doubt that those greedy things are using the empire's famine as a source of profit. Commodity cooperates with those who are least able to cooperate.
The chief of staff almost cursed. "They are betraying the empire to the aliens!?"
"It's not impossible, so I want to wipe out the orcs here, not only for the sake of Karazha, but also to determine whether the Purple Hand has assisted the orcs. Now even Karazha is seriously short of food, although the famine is not obvious. But there is no food left," Alan Bayer emphasized.
"The reduction in a large amount of food transportation will cause those pirate orcs to face a certain degree of hunger. Even if their body structure can greatly alleviate hunger, it does not mean that they can rely on photosynthesis to meet their physiological needs far away from the star."
"They need food. We have seen this situation with our old friends. In any case, if those orcs are still vigorous and vigorous now, it means that they have indeed found a sufficient food supply point, then we can naturally suspect that such The situation is happening all over the sector.”
Alan Bayer bluntly said that this possibility is horrifying. The heretics are actually collaborating with the aliens, even if they are only used as slaves or tools, it is surprising enough.
The chief of staff was silent for a while and looked out the window of the battleship with a gloomy expression. Because they had arrived, it was a silent world, surrounded by many waste-like metal components, and the dark cannons were like the thorns of sea urchins. , arranged irregularly and regularly. Among them, there are very few giant cannons that can really serve as orbital attacks, and most of them are close-in defense cannons.
It was painted yellow-brown all over, and a weird big face occupied a rather terrifying area on it, covering almost the entire surface, making the entire satellite look like a huge giant.
It looked scary but it was not impossible to break through. As long as some of the cannons were destroyed, warships could easily break through those close-in defense cannons. But compared to this, he couldn't help but think of those evil things behind the scenes. Compared to those who were actually stronger. He couldn't deal with that kind of enemy even more with guns and cannons, and then he smiled bitterly.
"Thank you for telling me that this is trust, which is extremely precious, but I still have to complain about this matter. I have already lost my life due to those words. If those guys called Purple Hands are really so terrible, then I'm bound to be in trouble, and I probably don't need you to tell me kindly, after all, I've been pulled on board by you early, and I can't leave." His words were partly acquainted, but more of a joke, and he also complained about Alan Bair's blindness to him. In the drum.
He just looked at the stars in the distance, silent and forgotten, but regarded as a treasure by the orcs, and smiled sarcastically at himself. "It's enough to say that I want to travel. I've visited so many worlds and seen so many planets along the way. Apart from not having to eat or drink, everything else is pretty good. But such service can also help the Emperor more, so it's okay."
"I have always convinced myself so, but the Purple Hand, this thing is worse than I imagined."
he shouted, drawing the bolt pistol from his belt. "For the Emperor, let those heretics die!"
And Alan Beyer just said it jokingly. "This is the most resemblance to a graduate of Chungsi Academy that I have heard since I met you." (End of Chapter)